#and any that make you feel like your brain is being torn open and melted like butter on a stove

[minty-splitends]

I'm making a MintSplits playlist :)

[armysantiny]

Out in the rain – JJK

P: Jungkook x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: playing in the rain, fever, Bam mention, Jimin mention, Namjoon mention, Yoongi mention, grad student!Jungkook, dance teacher!Jimin, y/n's also a grad student, sleepy Kookie my beloved | Wc: 980| W: food cw| R: G

Summary: Jungkook initially thinks nothing of spending hours in the rain with Bam; it’s fun, and he likes spending time with his Doberman. Y/n gets her I told you so moment when a fever descends upon the grad student.

Min's notes; This was cute <33 the ending feels a lil rushed tho, but eh- I like where I left it

In hindsight, Jungkook knew spending hours in the rain with Bam wasn’t the smartest idea. He’d woken up feeling like several trains ran through him. He ached. Blinking through the brain fog, he groaned; lethargy, shivering and a sore throat? He would be an idiot to deny the facts – he was sick. Very sick, if the lead weight in his limbs were anything to go by.

How absolutely wonderful.

Flopping back into the comfort of his sheets with little resistance, Jungkook shifted around, overly uncomfortable. Everything was off-kilter, and he couldn’t help but whine in pain when his head throbbed from the squirming. Wishing for the pain to go away without actively getting up to find painkillers wasn’t doing much to help either.

“Love? Good morning— Jungkook?” Walking towards the boyfriend-shaped lump on the bed, y/n frowned, concern knitting her brows. “Are you okay?”

“…’m sick. Everything hurts.”

“Am I allowed to say it? A nod. “I told you so baby, it was pouring with rain yesterday. You stay here, I’ll go and get the thermometer.”

Luckily for y/n, Jungkook hadn’t planned on moving at all. In fact, he was quite happy to melt away underneath his duvet.

Peeping his head over the covers, Jungkook squinted as light poured through the gap in the door, exceedingly grateful that he invested in a good pair of blackout curtains. Saved from looking at the sunlight any longer once y/n re-entered the room, Jungkook returned to the comfort of being under his covers completely. He was shivering – nothing like being smothered under his covers couldn’t fix.

And then his precious duvet was torn away from him.

“Hello there~” y/n snickered as her boyfriend whined, “ can you lift your head for me bun? I need to check if you’re running a fever." Ruffling his sweat-damp hair, y/n hummed as she stuck the device in her sick boyfriend’s ear. Jungkook was definitely running a fever; he was a full two degrees above the human average. With a sigh, y/n set the device aside, wrapping her arms around Jungkook to help him sit up.

“How bad?”

“Very. Think you can make it to the living room?”

“Mhm…” Throwing his legs over the side, Jungkook hauled himself up, taking a grand total of three steps before wobbling, leaning into y/n’s open arms. Determined, the grad student blinked back the bout of dizziness as he tried to steady himself, huffing out an exhale. The fever wasn’t going to keep him down if he had anything to say about it.

Nursing a thermos of green tea with Bam curled up on the sofa, Jungkook read through his thesis for the third time that afternoon. As sick as he was, grad student responsibilities came first; his thesis needed to be worked on, whether he wanted to work on it or not. Coughing into his arm, the student read over his notes, content with simply editing the work he had already done. Alone in the apartment, he had no plans to move from his spot, risking his fate by leaving his front door unlocked.

He was a student, if someone decided to barge in, he’d welcome them in. Anything to escape university.

There was someone tapping his shoulder.

“…Kookie? Earth to Jeon Jungkook?” Opening his eyes only to immediately squint through the brightness of his overhead light, Jungkook made a noncommittal hum. “Oh thank fuck, you’re alive.”

“Jimin hyung?” Blinking as the blob in front him nodded, Jungkook hauled himself up with a weak groan, his vision swimming just that little bit more before it cleared up. His skin boiling, Jungkook made a frail attempt at fanning himself with his shirt, too exhausted to react to the way it clung to him and the sweat on his body. What he did react to, however, was the lack of Bam’s presence on his sofa – they were laying together, right? Turning his head from side-to-side – with all the grace of a ragdoll – Jungkook still couldn’t tell where his canine companion had gone.

“Hyung..?” Jimin hummed his response from the kitchen. “Where’s Bam? I thought he was here on the sofa with me?” Accepting the bowl of soup while he waited for Jimin’s answer, Jungkook let the bowl rest on the table.

“Namjoon hyung came by and took him for a walk, like, half an hour ago? Probably still with him. Anyway, eat up; Yoongi hyung brought this over and you need to get your strength back.” The older of the two answered, gently flicking the brunet’s forehead. Laughing when Jungkook huffed, whining about not hurting the patient, Jimin turned his head and followed the sound of knocking at the front door.

There was quiet, and then Jungkook paused when he heard laughter.

Y/n was home! He’d live!

“Hello to you too, Mr I Have A Fever~” Y/n cooed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair as she deposited her bag and coat off to the side. Waving Jimin off when the dance teacher eventually needed to leave, she went on about her day, filling Jungkook in about everything happening outside the confines of his front door. It sounded fun. Pausing her description of a boring media lecture when she finally noticed Jungkook watching her with ever-so-adoring curiosity, y/n’s features softened.

He was just too cute for his own good.

“Anything you want, baby? You’ve been looking at me like that for a while now.” There was a pause as y/n waited for her answer, more than content to return her boyfriend’s gaze.

“Just a nap,” Jungkook yawned, shifting around until his head was settled in y/n’s lap. “You’re here now… so ‘m gonna sleep now~” A smile on his face when he felt the soft press of a kiss to his temples, Jungkook let his eyes shut again that day, the heaviness of fever-induced sleep soon taking over. He welcomed it.

“Sleep well my love.”

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Jump | Jerome Valeska

summary: Jerome's death from his point of view

warnings: suicide, blood, gore, intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, implied self mutilation, death. i suggest you skipped this if you are sensitive to any of these topics. read at your own risk, you have been warned.

words: 2818

You know these moments where everything is good then you just get this sinking feeling out of the blue. Don't know where it came from, don't know how to get rid of it. Suddenly everything turns grey and it feels like your whole life has been nothing but melancholy and emptiness. Your brain erases all of your few happy memories, turns them into dust and tosses them away so you no longer have something positive to cling onto. Why does this keep happening? How suffocating it is to be trapped inside your own mind. To never be able to run from yourself. To be so bound of trauma you can't even help yourself. To get stuck in every room in your mind like an endless void and no one is coming to save you. Because you can't be saved, because nobody cares enough to understand. To understand you or your motives. Because in their eyes you always have been a horrible person who did horrible things and it's pointless trying to deny it over and over again so you just prove them right in the end.

I sprint up the stairs of an empty building. I'm running so fast it feels like my toes are being torn apart. These shoes may appear stylish and chic, but in reality they are so tight they've bruised my feet and I can just tell my ankle is now bleeding, they are a pain to wear.

Why are you whining like a baby, Jerome? Thought you were numb to pain.

Oh, screw you, give it a rest.

This wasn't supposed to happen, me being shot in the arm and having to rush up here. Damn you, Jimbo! So many stairs, they never seem to end. I climb and climb and climb and the unwanted thoughts come and come and come. They never stop coming. They're consuming me. They're eating my brain up. But this is fine, you're fine, you're, you're fine! It's okay, Jerome, you've finally reached the the final stair. There's a door right in front of me, probably leading towards the roof. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching. Oh shit, he's after me, I can tell. He's chasing me. No turning back now.

I run forward and push the door open. Uh-huh, I'm on the top of this clownhouse. Blood keeps pouring down my left arm although I've been holding it ever since I found those stairs. The bullet's stuck there, I need to get it out. Or do I? It hurts but I like the pain. Besides, this is nothing compared to what I've been through... I keep applying pressure to the wound with my right hand, my white glove now painted red.

Why are you doing that? You should just allow yourself to bleed out, who cares? That's right, no one does!

Maybe when I see blood splashing out of my every vien I'll be able to rest. I wanna swim in a pool of my own blood. I want my blood splattered everywhere when I cut my very own body into millions of pieces then I would plant the remains in the Garden of Eden. I want to rip my face out, can't stand those scars no more. They're itchy and irritating and perhaps suffocating. I scratch them all the time but that is never enough to make me feel something, it doesn't draw out enough blood.

But oh, the cold breeze felt so perfect while I was faceless. It felt like my flesh was being ripped out and torn apart, it felt like my flesh was melting and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't groan, I couldn't laugh, I couldn't talk, I couldn't even smile 'cause every inch of my face hurt and I kept swallowing my own salty, sticky, slimy, metallic, fresh blood. My, my, what a silly little dark and twisted memory even for someone like me. But that's my favorite fever dream. I wonder, if I pick up on my skin for long enough would I be able to pull my skin out again? What if I peeled it all off? Would it work the same way it did on my other body parts? Oh Jeez, this is sick. I am sick. I have always been.

Note to self: try skinning yourself alive next time you have an anger outburst.

I shudder as wander around, taking steps closer to the edge. Gordon should be here any moment now. I look down. There's a long, long way down. If I pushed Jimmy from up here he wouldn't survive. No one would, actually.

Jump.

What was that?

Jump.

Oh, stop it.

Jump.

They're back at it again.

Jump.

They won't ever let me rest.

Jump.

The voices.

Jump.

The intrusive thoughts.

Jump.

They send shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Such a foolish thing to think that I could ever be free. I'm not a whole person and I never will be. Parts of me died in the house I grew up in and I visit them in my dreams. They say time's supposed to heal you, but I ain't done much healing. 'Cause time is an illusion and so is hope. There is no hope, there is only delusion. Something inside of me has died and I can't bring it back to life. Every time I think a thought I get nauseous. I can't be cured of whatever this is. I can't be cured of being me. Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind. They never leave me alone. They're funny and entertaining sometimes but right now they're bugging me out. Maybe hitting myself in the head with a brick would fix me. Haha! That was funny, I should add it to my to-do list. It would probably be more effective than setting my knees on fire.

Jump.

Shut up.

Jump.

So what if I jumped?

Jump.

Maybe I'll grow wings and fly...!

Jump.

Fly my way out of here.

Jump.

Fly among the beautiful butterflies.

Jump.

It can't be that bad, can it?

Jump.

Jump...

Jump!

I don't feel safe anywhere. I never did. Everybody's tryna hurt me. I always feel watched. All eyes are on me. Or at least Gordon's are, because he's here. I observe his every move. Uncertainty follows him everywhere. He's hesitant when he points his fire gun at me yet to anyone else it would look the other way round. "Hands up," he says. How the hell am I supposed to do that, jerk? You shot me! Boy he's got some nerves. I hate him so much I'm gonna chop off his fingers and put then in a blender, make a smoothie then serve it to him.

For a few seconds, maybe minutes even, ignorance takes control over my body. I don't say anything in return to him. I only look around while holding on the grip on my wounded arm. Everything is quiet up here, so quiet that my harsh breath and disturbing thoughts are the only things I can hear. I can see the whole city. All its glamour, all its elegance... yet, all its filth, all its arrogance, making me feel sicker than I already was. I must remind myself that all of this was to create a better version, if not the best, of Gotham. Doing it all for the city's sake. Isn't that so generous of me? Would you look at that! The blimp's flying in the air. It's filled with gas, my laughing gas. I cannot wait for everyone to get sprayed! Ah, it's going to be a true delight! Laughter will replace this deadly silence. They will all know what the inside of my mind looks like at last. They will understand. They will soon know what's it like not being able to control yourself, to control your thoughts, to control your actions. They will get a taste of what's it like to be completely aware you are slowly going insane yet not being able to stop yourself from getting worse, like you're watching yourself through a brick wall and you're unable to help yourself. They will experience the scariest thing about losing your mind: acceptance.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" I break the silence. Whoopsies, I had forgotten Jimmy was here. Man does he look puzzled! He hasn't moved an inch. He's going to fire his gun, eventually. There's no escape. There's no going back now. I must do what I originally intended to do.

"Just gimme a second," I say while dialling a number on a cell phone. For the record, it's not my phone ―I never got the hang of those― it's a phone I had stolen, duh. "Gotta call the pilot, tell him he's in position-" BANG! Gordon shoots my right hand and I can't help but grunt in pain and drop the phone. Savage. I never thought he had it in him. Eh, people change all the time don't they? "Not cool," I mumble reluctantly, though there's more to say but not enough words and definitely not enough time. Somehow, I can still hear the pilot speaking to me on the phone, "Yes, Jerome. Jerome? Jerome? I'm in position," but he wouldn't hear me if I replied. So I cackle because that's what I do best. It's probably more of an ironic chuckle since I now realize my plan is most likely going to fail too. But for some reason, I couldn't care less. I am failing once again. What else is new? I laugh because it makes people feel uneasy, makes me feel like I'm in control though I'm not. The look on James' face brings me pure joy. I have no idea what I'm doing, but he thinks I do and that's enough. What was I doing? And what's the point in doing anything, anyway? Maybe I should just give up. Give up on everything. Go ahead and give up like you always do, Jerome. Quit trying, that never worked out for ya. And even if the city won't get sprayed, dear ol' Jeremiah will. Made a special gas just for him. Wouldn't this be the perfect revenge? To turn him into the one thing he hates most: me. It's like killing him but worse. Because this way I kill the Jeremiah our mom has always loved. He will live but he'll be forced to carry out my plans and ideas. He will live as the monster he made everyone believe I was. He will live but he'll be dead all at once. So theoretically I will have killed my whole family and there's only one member left to murder: me.

Jump.

I could still do it.

Jump.

I could jump.

Jump.

End my bloodline.

Jump.

"It doesn't matter..." I cackle out.

Jump.

This is it.

Jump.

"...too late, anyway."

As my gaze softens, I now realize today is the day that I die. Today is the last day that I breathe. Today is the end, it's just a matter of how it's gonna happen. It's either he kills me or I do it myself. No, I won't give him that satisfaction. I'm not going to let him win. I'm going to jump before he gets the chance to shoot my brains out. I'm not scared, I'm calm. I don't fear death. I have died before but before I knew it I was back. No resurrections this time. I have been waiting for this very moment my whole life. Could, perhaps, everything go quiet once and for all? Could everything go quiet forever?

Jump.

I think I'm gonna do it.

Jump.

I think I'm gonna jump.

Jump.

But first...

"Bombs away!" I yell from the top of my lungs hoping the pilot can hear me. Ouch! That son of a bitch fired his gun again. The bullet hit my stomach this time, but it didn't kill me.

I grunt then laugh, I should've seen this coming. I swallow down my throat the urge to throw blood up, he mustn't see me weak. I spit out saliva instead. "Funny." It's funny because I'm aware I'm about to lose my balance and fall, although I was going to jump off anyway. So I was right, my death truly was inevitable. I lose control over my body as I collapse helplessly. I close my eyes and breathe in. It's happening and there's nothing I can do about it because I don't want to do anything about it. Right. Then why am I hanging on a pole for dear life. Survival instincts, I'm guessing. Why am I still holding on? Why can't I just let go? Why can't I just die already? I don't wanna do this anymore. I can't do this anymore. Nothing ever lasts forever. Euphoria and other emotions are temporary then are replaced by a choking feeling of emptiness. I rarely feel anything but when I do my emotions are so intense, I cannot keep up with them, making me do impulsive and reckless things, hurting everything and everyone around me, including myself.

I look up only to see him staring down at me. He could save me. He could save me from dying. But do I want to be saved? Do I need saving? No, I have made my decision.

"Quite the dilemma, Jim."

Death is my salvation.

"You gonna let me fall and die?"

But spending my last moments alive playing mind games with James Gordon seems like a great deal, giving him the impression he could be my saviour. It's funnier this way.

"Or are you gonna pull me up and arrest me? What's it gonna be?"

He won't wanna let me fall. He will want to pull me up. But I won't let him.

"Lawman or murder?"

I can't hold on much longer. Soon enough I will have to let go. Let go of everything. Jeez, isn't he predictable? He reaches out his hand for me to take.

"Ah." A hollow laugh escapes my lips. I'm going to spend my last moments alive snickering because what's the point in sinking in my own emotions, sinking in my own sadness again? Why should I let my guard down now and let him see me at my lowest? I'm only human, after all. Nope sir, I have to pretend it doesn't matter.

"Good ol' Gordon. Always playing by the rules. That's why I'll outlive you. That's why I'm loved 'cause I don't give a damn about the rules." Not sure about the last part tho, loved? Maybe, by other loonies. Understood? Not in a million years.

His pained expression speaks volumes right now. Deep down he wants me to fall down too, he would push me if he could, if he wasn't sane.

"It's a long way down." No shit, Sherlock. "You sure you'll outlive me?"

"Oh, I'm sure," because Jeremiah will take my place, " 'cause I'm more than a man. I'm an idea, a philosophy. And I will live on in the shadows within Gotham's discontent." Not sure where that speech came from but it does sound quite poetic. "You'll be seeing me soon. Au revoir." Well, I guess this is it. Time to push up the daisies. It's okay, it's fine. Just breathe. Breathe while you still can. You're fine, Jerome. You're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine, you're fine.

You're fine.

I wanna change my mind for a brief moment.

Woosh.

Failing.

Floating.

Flying.

Falling.

I did it. I let go. I am now falling and nothing seems real. My lungs are probably exploding right now and I feel like I've ran out of air. Everything happens so quickly yet so slowly at the same time. I want to scream but instead I laugh as my life flashes before my very own eyes. I get a glimpse of all the pain and suffering I had to endure and I'm glad this will soon be over. I laugh because I wanna die happy. I never truly felt happiness. Amusement, sure. But not happiness. Until now, when I will finally have received the sweet kiss of death. I am done with this war. I have done enough. I have enough blood on my hands. I don't need to prove anyone anything anymore. I can rest now.

At last, my back hits the ground and I take one final breath. My skull is crushed and the bullet stuck in my abdomen hurts more than ever as my vision gets blurry. I won't close my eyes, I wanna take a final glance at the blue sky. With my last strength I curve my scarred lips into the brightest smile I've ever smiled. A smile that will be frozen on my face forever. I hear the birds chirping while the cold wind blows and I lose the ability to move my muscles. Then everything turns black.

[thatonegirlwhowrites]

Follow her anywhere || Robin Buckley

Summary: You find yourself following Robin and your other friends into the Upside Down which ends up with you hurt and allows for some long hidden feelings to finally be expressed

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Henderson!reader

Requested: no

Warnings: canon level violence, fluff, worries of homophobia, and crying

Notes: Requests are very much open so please send in stranger things requests! I’ll pretty much write for any character :)

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The last place you expected to be during the spring break of your senior year was another dimension. You had heard your brother and his friends talk about the upside-down but you had never actually been in it…until now. You weren't exactly sure what was going on in your brain when you jumped in the water, all you knew is that you would follow her anywhere…her being Robin Buckley. You had met during the events of starcourt and had basically been inseparable ever since.

You were aware your feelings towards her were different than how you felt about the rest of your friends, but you were also aware that even though you knew Robin liked girls, she would never like you. Even if in some crazy scenario Robin liked you how you liked her, it could never happen. If your mom found out she would certainly ship you off to some conversion camp and you'd never see the light of day again. That was mostly why you had decided to keep it a secret about who you liked. Even your brother, who you had no doubt would accept you with love and open arms had no idea.

So here you were swinging harshly at some monster bats all to make sure a girl you could never be with was okay.

“Y/N watch out!” You weren’t exactly sure whose voice it was because before you could turn in their direction a demobat dragged its claws all the way up your abdomen as you fell to the ground.

“Shit.” You immediately groaned, hurrying back to your feet as you all got the last bat off Steve so he could get up as well. It was clear he had deep injuries of his own, and the concern on Nancy's face screamed louder than the screeching of the bats right above your heads.

You and Robin gave each other a knowing glance. One that clearly states you both recognized the love that was still very much present with Steve in Nancy. Though the semi-happy look Robin had on her face quickly melted into panic as she saw the crimson color peaking through your now half-torn t-shirts.

She had immediately run up to you, but before any words of concern could be uttered, Nancy was now ushering the group towards the tree line as the demobats had laid off for a brief moment.

It didn't go unnoticed with you that Robin had tightly gripped your hand in hers, making sure you were able to keep up so you wouldn't fall behind. You were feeling two very different things right now…pain and love, so much love.

You all were forced to stop when Steve started to get woozy as he fell against Skull rock and it wasn’t long after him that you too began to really feel the effects of the scratch on your abdomen. It wasn’t hard for Robin to pick up on the signs that you needed some help as you attempted to sit.

“Let me help.” Her voice was gentle as she grabbed your hands allowing you to use her as support so you could comfortably sit.

“Thank you.” Your voice was laced with so much admiration and you were sure she could see it in your eyes. Robin somehow always managed to do the right things. It was hard for you to ignore the pounding of your heart as your mind couldn't run away from the thought of her, especially you and her together.

Though in Robin-like fashion her panic set in, “God I really hope those bats didn't give you rabies. I-I really don't think the upside-down has doctors o-or rabies shots for that matter a-and – oh god, look at your stomach! Are you okay? Wait no that's a stupid question, of course you aren't okay!” Her eyes were wild and her voice had raised a couple octaves as she got further into her ramble.

Honestly, it was cute how she rambled so much, but the anxiety-ridden feature of her face sent a weird feeling to your stomach, “Robin, I’m okay. It's just a scratch. Honestly.” You tried your absolute best to reassure her, and maybe yourself a little too.

Clearly, Robin didn't believe a word you just said as she ran up to Nancy to get some extra fabric, “Nancy! I-I need some of that please, Y/N is basically bleeding out!” her voice was loud which caused everyone to then look at you with concern.

“I’m not bleeding out Robin.” You sighed almost wanting to let out a small chuckle.

Heat flooded Robin's cheeks as she walked slowly back over to you, not realizing the scene she made until she had already made it. Instead of digging herself further in the whole, she decided to quietly wrap your waist.

You noticed Robin's quiet demeanor almost immediately, but it was hard to say much as you were very much focused on the sensation of her soft fingers against the skin of your torso. She gently wrapped the fabric much like Nancy had done for Steve.

Yet you were still oblivious to the love in Robin's eyes directed right at you.

“All done.” She spoke quietly before scooting back and slipping off her jacket, “You should put this on, your shirt got pretty mangled.” You didn't argue with her as she helped you slip into the jacket, her scent immediately consuming you.

You weren't sure what had come over you but you pulled Robin into a deep hug. You couldn't contain the overwhelming feeling in your heart right now, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep it inside.

Robin immediately melted into the hug, letting a long sigh leave her body almost in relief. Much like you were currently feeling, Robin was also overwhelmed with emotion and whether it was the life or death situation they currently were in or how long she had kept her feelings in, she couldn't stay silent…not any longer.

“I love you Y/N. I really really do and I might regret this later, but I can't just keep ignoring it. I've sat and I've waited and tried to find the best opportunity to tell you about how I've been feeling, but I'm tired of waiting and I just love you and I hate seeing you hurt a-and we have to make it out of this okay? I cannot survive without you.” You guys were still locked in a hug, foreheads now rested against each other.

Suddenly all the pain seemed to have left your body. This is what you had been dreaming of for months, hell maybe even since you guys had met. For once you didn't start to worry what everyone else's opinion would be about you and robin, you simply just thought about robin and how caring she was and how worth it this would be if they could be together, consequences be damned.

“I love you too. I-I've loved you for a while now. I was so scared to tell you or anyone for that matter, but I'm not anymore. I don't care what anyone thinks of me except for you because god dammit I am so hopelessly in love with you Robin Buckley.” A single tear fell down your cheek as the biggest weight you had ever felt was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

Robin didn't waste even a second connecting her lips to yours. They were slightly cracked, but something had never felt so perfect. You had no doubt in your mind that this is who you belonged with as your lips moved in sync with hers.

“HA, I KNEW IT. YES!” The kiss was short-lived as both you and Robin pulled away in laughter at Steve's outburst. There wasn't a single person around you who wasn't smiling and it felt great.

“Dammit, I owe Dustin $20 bucks.” Steve shook his head, meanwhile sending you into shock.

“W-What?” You were very confused.

“Dustin called this like weeks ago. He said you guys would definitely get together by the end of the month and I said it would at least be a couple months down the road. The little shit was right.” Steve explained, still irritated that Dustin had bested him.

You and Robin both looked at each other with small laughs leaving both of you.

“Was it really that obvious?” She giggled while furrowing her eyebrows.

“Apparently to everyone except us.”

[wri0thesley]

Nat. NAT. I just saw your concept about naoya "training" his wife by just throwing her in the room and just watching her struggle to defend herself... Until she ofc breaks and begs him to protect her🙈 you have a MASSIVE brain, the biggest and horniest brain nat can you please write this concept for the event😭😭 maybe w 45 and any other dark or spicy add ons that you see fit!

traditional discipline - naoya x fem!reader (3.3k)

naoya has had enough of you, and resorts to an unusual method of discipline.

warnings: not sfw/minors dni. DARK CONTENT. unhealthy relationship/marriage. fearplay, dacryphilia, finger-sucking, cock-sucking, punishment, threat of violence and death. dubious consent. afab reader with fem pronouns. 

[a/n: this concept literally wouldn’t leave me alone. i’m sorry to all of the readers who are naoya’s wife i’m always so horrible to them]

The room goes quiet as Naoya hauls you out of it by your upper arm.

It’s an easy mistake, a simple slip-up; accidentally talking over your husband. But it’s one in a slew you’ve been making recently, despite Naoya thinking that you were polite and well-bred and knew your place. He’s sick of it, to be quite frank; he doesn’t have time to be correcting you when you should already know how to behave.

You’ve done accidental, small things since the two of you were married. Denying him when he rolled you onto your back at night. Not standing quite as far behind him as you should. Pouring tea for other people before him. He’s given you swift reprimand with both his words and his hands, but . . . it’s clearly not sinking into your pretty little head, is it?

He warned you about this.

“Next time,” he’d growled to you, when you’d laughed too loud at a joke that one of his brothers had made and not laughed at one of his, “I’m going to teach you a real lesson.”

He tells you about the ‘training and discipline room’ on the Zenin estate later that night. A room that the family use for honing cursed techniques, both for practising and for learning purposes, when someone needs to be brought down a peg or two. It’s full of cursed spirits – all the way up to grade two, which makes your blood run cold.

Of course, you have cursed energy. You even have a careful little technique; one that would wrap your enemies up in vines, if you’d ever been allowed to train to use it for anything other than keeping your well-appointed garden neat and orderly. Naoya would not have married someone without either of those things, lest they not bear him fruitful children--

But you have never been allowed to use it for anything more.

The women of your clan are pretty decoration, with no need to learn anything other than how to behave and how to please their masters-and-husbands. You would be useless, thrown into the den of the wolves like that.

“Please don’t,” you’d said to him, your voice all soft and gentle, trying to be appeasing. “Please. I promise I’ll try harder.”

Naoya had taken your chin between thumb and forefinger, the grin across his face very sharp as his light eyes took in the pleading in your own gaze. You remember how the light had hit his earrings, the look of satisfaction at your begging and having you utterly and completely under his thumb.

“Be good,” he’d breathed, all slow and drawling. “And I won’t have to, will I?”

And he’d bid you to get on your knees for him and show you just how good you could be. Starting with your mouth.

So you know where he’s dragging you, down the labyrinthine halls of the estate. You try and pull back, feet sliding on the tatami mat, your voice pitching as you say;

“Naoya, please, I’m sorry--”

“Women should be seen and not heard,” he says to you. “Don’t make a fuss like that. You earned this.”

Your eyes are filling with tears, hot fear clawing its way up your throat.

“I’ll do anything,” you say to him, despite knowing that it’s a dangerous bargain to give him. He almost considers it for a moment, pausing – but then, his fingers just dig harder into the softness of your bicep (you’re going to bruise), and he tugs you.

“You’re making a scene,” he says. “If you don’t stop, I’ll leave you in there even longer.” You try to wrench your arm out of his grip, all of your self-defense mechanisms going into overdrive as you recognise the door he’s leading to you too. You’re breathless, so frightened you think that your heart might stop.

Naoya opens the door and pulls you in. You almost stumble at the flight of stairs, but he clicks his tongue at you in annoyance.

“So clumsy,” he drawls. “And here I was, under the impression I was marrying a graceful, lovely, credit to her family--” More steps, until he’s gotten you in the middle of the floor. He gazes around him, and you hear the low hum of a hundred cursed spirit’s voices murmuring the same things, over and over again. “The only time you’re a credit to them is with your legs spread.”

“Naoya,” you whimper, torn between pushing yourself into him for the comfort and protection that you know he can offer, or trying to tear away from him and escape the room yourself. You know the second option won’t work – he’s far faster, far stronger than you – but it’s hard to think of anything when you feel like your very survival is teetering impossibly over your head.

“If you run,” he says, still in that cold, uninterested drawl, “I’ll break one of your ankles.”

You don’t think he’s bluffing. Naoya says a lot of things, yes – but he’s also reckless and proud enough to mean them. You stand there, next to him, feeling yourself begin to tremble.

“W-why aren’t they attacking yet?” You ask him, voice very small. He looks at you pityingly.

“They’re afraid of me, obviously,” he says to you, very slowly, like he’s explaining it to somebody very stupid. “I didn’t get this good at everything by not training myself, darling.” He lets go of you, finally, a whistle escaping his pursed mouth as he rocks on the balls of his feet. He’s supremely unconcerned by your fear. “When I’m gone, they’ll come out for you.”

Your eyes fill with tears.

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask him, desperation leaking into your cracked voice. “I can’t—I can’t protect myself--”

Naoya narrows his eyes.

“You should have thought about that before you were such a pain,” he replies. And, without further ado, he turns around and begins to ascend the stairs again. You turn with him, moving forward, stumbling in your haste and ending up sprawled at the bottom of the stairs with your hand pathetically fisted into the hem of his hakama.

He looks down at you with a disgusted sneer on his face, and you hate that even with that expression his features are still unmistakably handsome.

“Let go,” he says. “Have some dignity.”

“Please,” you repeat. You can feel a fat tear spilling from the corner of your eye down the curve of your cheeks. You know the ‘dignity’ statement is a dig; the fact that you’ve heard his family members calling your clan power-hungry undignified gold-digging whores, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you can see the beginning of shadows spilling out too far into the main floor of the room. “Naoya. Please.”

He kicks out at your wrist, face twisted in distaste, and you let go to avoid it being stood on and crushed under his strength. You cradle it against your chest, looking up at him still all desperate and afraid.

“If I helped,” he said to you, “you’d never learn your lesson.” He takes a step up and turns away completely from you, as if you’re nothing more than an ignored child on the street. “It will be good for you, beloved wife. Character-building.” You hear the smirk in his voice and you hate him.

You want to strangle him. You want to beg him to protect you. You want to tear him limb from limb, but you want him to let you bury your head in his chest as he dispels the spirits with ease. You want--

The door slams shut behind him. He’s too cheerful as he throws behind him;

“Good luck!”

And you are left alone.

It takes a moment before anything slithers out from the shadows, and you clap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself screaming. The first cursed spirit is a hunched over creature with the face of a Pierrot clown, mouth stretched impossibly wide with gaping black abyss where eyes ought to be. It’s whispering something over and over to itself, but the wide mouth is so crowded with teeth that it comes out as an incomprehensible noise, dripping drool as it begins to move horrifically slowly towards you.

Oh, God. You’re not supposed to look at them, are you? You dimly recall something about many sorcerers wearing glasses so the creatures can’t tell where their gazes are, but this one has already got the scent of you; those dark pits staring at your crumpled form.

Everything you’ve ever been told in passing about jujutsu and cursed spirits and cursed technique just seems to flow out of your mind to be replaced by mind-numbing fear. You’ve not been trained for this; when your clan had arranged your marriage with Naoya, you know that they’d expected fine silken kimonos and traditional food and you being a pretty trophy on the arm of the future leader of their clan. You know they’d be horrified if they saw what was happening.

More of them are melting from the shadows, the whispering and moaning reaching a terrifying crescendo. You’re trembling. Your heart is beating so fast inside of your chest you think it might break free of your ribcage and sputter out onto the floor.

The Pierrot monster is close enough that you can see the six hands it drags on the floor are all tipped with claws that are sharp as blades. You scramble up the stairs on your ass, too afraid to turn your back on the creatures. You realise you’re shouting, but it seems just as blurred as anything that the cursed spirits are saying. You’re crying, too – howling, whimpering, so scared you’re surprised any noise is able to come out at all.

You’re going to die.

It hits you with cruel certainty as you reach the top and throw your weight at the door, only for it to not give an inch. You scramble at the heavy wood, not caring about your careful manicure (Naoya wants you to be a credit to him, and that means manicures and facial treatments and a fancy bathroom full of soaps and creams that he expects you to use and that he slathers, too, on himself). You hear a nail break but you can’t bring yourself to worry about that when the Pierrot monster is dragging itself up the flight of stairs, one step at a time. It makes a hideous sliding thump, like it’s both wet and heavy – and you notice, too, the scent of blood invading your senses.

Your tear-blurred eyes can see all of the other monsters, too – not quite as close, but still too close for comfort. Too many eyes and not enough eyes, too many legs, claws and teeth and misshapen bones and blood leaking from holes. What are you supposed to do?

Naoya has left you here, alone, to teach you a lesson. You hadn’t realised the lesson would culminate in your death, but with all of the spirits so close to you, you cannot see any other way.

All of the fight goes out of you and you sag against the door, a broken sob escaping your lips. Your throat is dry from hoarse screaming.

You are going to die. You hope it will come quick; you hope the Pierrot monster will tear you limb from limb and you’ll die in instants from the shock. Your voice whispers Naoya’s name one last, hopeless time.

Will he find another wife? Will they even bother covering up your death, or will they spin some rumour or lie to your family and the whole of jujutsu society that you brought it upon yourself?

You would do anything to be rescued right now. You would crawl on your hands and knees behind Naoya for the rest of your life, refer to him only as ‘Master’, fulfil every single thing he ever asked you with no more than a meek nod of your head. Pull out your tongue so you couldn’t make any more mistakes.

But the time for pleading seems to have gone entirely, and you are useless and stupid and weak as you run out of tears, eyes burning. All you can do, you think, is wait for death.

The door swings open behind you and you’re dragged backwards, onto tatami, by powerful hands gripping your shoulders as it closes once more with a massive clunk that echoes in your ears--

And you find yourself strewn out on the floor, face caked with dried tear-tracks, a trembling, pathetic mess looking up at your husband’s face.

He leans against the door, listening to you scream. He can hear his name mixed in with sobs and screams and pleading; saying that you’ll do anything, you’re sorry, you’ll never disobey him again you’ll take any punishment he metes out with a smile on your face, if he just helps you. He hears you call yourself weak and pathetic and useless around the tears clogging your throat; he hears the thump of you hitting the door and the sound of your nails scratching down the wood, uncaring of anything other than getting away from them.

Yes, he thinks as he opens the door for you and you fall, shivering and sobbing, in front of him. Yes, he thinks you’ve learnt your lesson.

You’re so pretty, he thinks, closing it once more (he sees the cursed spirits begin to creep back to where they came from at the very sight of him, now their preferred victim is protected), with your eyes all glassy and wet. You’re extra pretty looking at him like he’s a conquering hero who’s saved you from certain death – which he supposes he is.

You cling to his arm, pulling yourself up, burying your face in his chest as your hands cling to him like you’ve been lost and he’s the first familiar thing you’ve seen in months. Your tears soak his kimono, but . . . he finds himself not really minding, as big, lean hands pet you gently on the back.

“It’s alright now,” he soothes you, murmuring low. “Your husband has you.”

“Please, please, ‘m so sorry--” You’re mumbling into him, whimpering, your shoulders shaking. “Please never m-make me, again--”

“Shhh,” he continues, gently beginning to move towards his chambers. You cling to him, adrift in a sea of your own fears. “It’s better now. You’ll be better now, won’t you?”

He receives a fierce nod for that, your fingers twisting into his clothing. It’s nice, having you so wrapped around him; seeing him as the strong protector that he knows he is but you needed reminding of. You’re still mewling little pleas into him even as he unlocks the door to his bedroom and gently pushes you in. Letting go of him even for a moment seems to cause you physical pain--

Good. You should feel like that. You should feel incomplete without him at your side. Naoya rewards you with a rare, soft smile.

“You know why you had to be punished like that, don’t you?” He purrs to you, petting your hair and carefully drawing back so he can look at your face. Your lips are all swollen from crying and biting; he thinks you’ve never looked quite so kissable as you do right now.

“Yes,” you nod, fiercely. “I’m sorry. I’ll do a-anything, I promise. I . . .” You swallow, your eyes filling with tears again. Naoya has been hard since the moment he heard you call out his name from inside the training room, your voice filled with choked tears, and watching them well up again does nothing for the stricture against the fabric. “I needed you.”

“And I saved you,” he says, arching an elegant brow – to which you nod again, and your hands drift towards him like you’re aimless without him in front of you to serve. “I’ll protect you, darling, as long as you learn your place.”

“I will!” That’s said with such conviction that he can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I will. N-Naoya . . .” Your voice trembles a little. “’m willing to do anything for you. J-just please . . . not again.”

“Shh,” he reaches out and deigns to touch you, to gently and soothingly rub his thumb over your cheek, where the tears have dried. “If you’re really going to be so good for me, I won’t have to, will I?” You stumble forward onto your knees and Naoya’s brows shoot up in surprise as your hands tug at his hakama.

“Please let me show you how grateful I am,” you whisper, your eyes wide and bright and desperate. “Naoya, please, please, please--”

Oh, there’s something so gratifying about you like this, begging to suck his cock. It stirs between his thighs again, reminding him that he’s painfully stiff; and you are here, a willing mouth, scared out of your skull and desperate to please him. He’s smirking at you but you do not register it as such; all you see is the smile of your rescuer.

Your protector.

Your husband.

“Say what you want to do to me, darling,” he tells you, keeping his voice as sweet as he can make it. “You’re a big girl. You can use your words. What do you want to do, to show me how grateful you are that I saved your paltry life?”

You’re pouting; your mouth is sweet, pretty. He wants to pry your jaw open and fuck the back of your throat, and his body roars as your fingers tug on the hakama again and your meek, soft voice whispers;

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“You have a dirty mouth,” he coos to you, leaning forward to brush a finger over your lower lip. “Not befitting of a woman of your station. I suppose that means that it’s up to me to keep you quiet, hmm?”

You obediently open it, letting his finger gently rest on your tongue for a moment.

Desperate to please, your mouth closes about it, your tongue gently swiping over the pad, your cheeks hollowing a little as you suck on the digit inside of them. Naoya’s smiling again, the victorious grin of someone who’s gotten exactly what they wanted. He pulls his finger out and thrusts back in with two, whispering to you;

“Do you think you deserve my cock, after what you put me through today?”

You shake your head, but you don’t stop lavishing attention on the fingers in your mouth, a string of drool falling from the corner of your mouth as he presses his third finger inside of it. So warm, and wet. He needs his cock to be inside of you or he thinks he may embarrass himself.

The fingers are pulled out, wiped on the hakama fabric, before he says (the carefully adopted tone almost disinterested);

“Take them off, then. Don’t make your promises empty words. I wouldn’t appreciate such thoughtlessness in a wife.”

You’re eager, stripping off his clothes. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock; elegant, flushed, hard and straining with a light upwards curve that he knows will hit you in the right place at the back of your throat to make you gag.

“Wait,” he says, as you lean in to bring him to your lips. “What do you say, darling?”

Your eyes (still brimming with tears, he notices – and fuck, he loves how you look teary-eyed and pouting. He has to make you cry more often) meet his, but the look in yours is worshipful so he doesn’t chide you for having the insolence to meet his gaze directly.

“Thank you,” you breathe. “For saving me. For letting me suck your cock. For everything.”

Naoya is smiling.

“Good girl,” he says, placidly, as you place a delicate kiss on the head of his cock and slowly envelope it in the warmth of your mouth. “Very good.”

[erwinsvow]

𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

summary: he wasn't always alone. in fact, there was a time when levi had you.

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions/description of injury and patching up, levi needs sleep

author's note: been in the works for a while because i couldn't figure out what i wanted to do, but this takes place after levi & zeke's conversation and there will be an angsty part two, i hope everyone likes it! it doesn't really make much sense but bear with me :)

listening to: don't let me go

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies. Don’t act like you know about someone’s feelings.”

He pauses, feeling his heart skip a beat.

“I know. And I was… popular enough.”

He lets his mind take him back, back a time before everything in the world was so messed up. When he knew what his responsibilities were, and when there were clear orders to follow. He can’t seem to recall when everything went straight to shit. It feels like it’s been a long time coming.

He knew he was screwed years ago, when he was trying to stitch up the deep gash on his shoulder by himself, sitting in his quarters with a bowl of warm water and bloody bandages. You had been helping the others, a traumatized recruit with a concussion and broken leg, courtesy of the fifteen meter that had overwhelmed him.

There were a few others too, especially a familiar face that seemingly always needed your assistance after a mission. He wondered just how many times the boy—because that’s all he is, a boy, and that’s all you are, a girl—could get away with the same old ruse.

Regardless, he wouldn’t be visiting you tonight. Never mind that the cut he’s trying to nurse by himself is nearly impossible to properly reach, and that he feels dizzy from consistent bleeding and lack of energy in his body. The alcohol he ingested to calm his nerves doesn’t really do anything, either, since there isn’t nearly enough of the stuff in his room to actually have an impact.

He’s going to crash soon, he knows, and even though sleep always evades him, he just wanted to get this wrapped up and lay down without making a bloody mess everywhere. He releases a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The very thought of you is enough to tense up every muscle in his body, and the idea of you being alone with that idiotic, improper recruit makes his fist tighten around the needle. Sewing himself up tonight is a lost cause. He finally decides a bandage, no matter how bloody it might become, will have to do.

He stands up, slowly because he doesn’t want to pass out from a head rush, when there’s a knock on the door. He groans a little too loudly at the sound of it. He doesn’t feel like talking to anyone tonight, especially in this condition, wearing a torn scrap of a shirt and blood trapped underneath his nails.

“Who is it?” he calls out harshly, wondering if maybe they’ll just leave if he sounds scary. The other scouts knew he didn’t like to be bothered, and wouldn’t have come unless there was an emergency. If it was Hange she would have barged in already, and he would have recognized Erwin’s heavy footsteps from down the hall. No, he knows who it is. He just wishes that he’s wrong.

“It- It’s me. Petra said you were hurt earlier and that it looked bad. I just wanted to make sure it was okay…” Your soft, hesitant voice trails off, and he knows how much courage it took for you to knock on his door.

What he doesn’t know is that there was no way you were falling asleep tonight without making sure Levi was okay, no matter how angry he would get at you for bothering him at night.

You’re bracing for that reaction when the door opens, but when your wide eyes meet his tired grey ones, you feel yourself melt and all the words in your head disappear. There’s only one fragment of a thought left, the fact that Levi’s bleeding, and a lot, at that. You don’t even wait for his permission to step inside, suddenly energized by anger and mumbling to yourself as you set down your supplies and rummage through them.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he questions quietly. He tries to line his voice with steel like he always does, but the facade is fading with every passing minute.

“I have to clean out your wound, captain, before something festers. If you had told me about this, say, right when we got back, it would have been fine by now, but now I have to rush because you’re too proud to ask for help-” You still and silence yourself.

It was out of line to enter without permission, but this is something else all together. Caring too much is one thing, you know, but insubordination is not tolerated, especially not by Levi.

You pick up a clean needle and thin silk thread that you need to patch up the wound, while searching for the jar of boiled water you need to clean it out first. Alcohol would work too, and you can smell it in the air, but you can’t find the words to ask for it.

Levi’s hands are unusually still, you know because you always notice them, and it’s a stark contrast to the way you’re shaking right now. It’s strange, because you stitched up a handful of others earlier today, and you were completely fine. Even Gunther, who you had always thought was handsome and could make you blush with an off-hand smile, never incited this kind of reaction from you.

You’re silently praying that Levi doesn’t comment on the tremor, but since you’re about to dig a sharp point into his shoulder to tie the skin back together, it would be idiotic if he didn’t say something. You turn to look at him, but it feels like he’s not even there.

His head is hanging down, propped up by the single functional arm, as the other one continues to bleed. You know it’s painful and that he should be saying something, something that makes you stutter and stumble over your words like he always makes you, but he’s just silent.

“Well, get on with it then. If that’s really why you came here this late.” His voice makes you tremble even harder.

There’s so much you try hard at. You try to be the best soldier you can be, even though both you and your superiors know you weren’t meant for this. Sometimes you can fool your fellow soldiers, and the handful of people you can call your friends, and with a few years under your belt, it seems like it’s getting easier to live this life. But you know deep down that it’s not. The one person who always sees right through it is Levi, though.

It’s part of the reason why you’re such a damn mess around him, because there’s no reason to present a false veneer if he knows the truth. You’re not a real soldier, not a real fighter, and you’re more useful as a medic stitching people up than anything else.

And yet, it’s always him who saves you. Him, who makes sure that any threat in between you and the scout you’re trying to rescue from the brink of death is eliminated. Him, that keeps one eye on the target and one eye on your back just in case. And every time, every goddamn time you need to be rescued, he rescues you.

But now, with his head hanging low and any semblance of not knowing why he always saves you gone, it feels your chance to repay him has finally arrived. The shaking stops when you go to sit down near him. Maybe it’s the sudden rush of energy in your body, but you find yourself unbuttoning his shirt to remove whatever remains of the cloth.

His body tenses further, but he doesn’t stop you, and he doesn’t say anything. You’re as gentle and careful as you can be, and once you’re successful, you drop the mangled shirt on the floor. Taking the water, you pour it over the wound as Levi releases a soft hiss at the feeling, for which you’re apologizing before you can even realize the words have left your mouth. He doesn’t say anything, but his shoulder relaxing encourages you to keep going.

You take your time, trying to clean off all the blood you can. You think he’ll protest when you pick up his hands, and wash those too, but he doesn’t. It’s not until you run your own hand over his softly, squeezing the top of it because you don’t have any words to express the thoughts going through your mind, that he finally speaks up.

“Thank you.”

It’s so quiet, you could swear that you had imagined it. He doesn’t look up to meet your eyes like you wish he would, but a smile forces its way onto your face regardless. You focus on the hard part now; stitching up your captain and making sure your work doesn’t leave him with any scars. You focus on your technique, fingers working nimbly and mind focused on this, and for a short time, it doesn’t feel like you’re with your captain, your superior. It just feels like being there with Levi.

All the while, his brain is working overtime to figure out why you’re like this. Why you’re treating him so carefully and gently, when you have no reason to. He doesn’t pick favorites, and even if he did, you wouldn’t be anywhere near that list. You’re not the fastest, you’re not the most lethal, and in fact, he could count on one hand your titan kills and assists. You help people. You save people. But most of the time, you’re just recovering a half-dead soldier so that their body can be buried at home and not forced to remain out there, alone. You’re just there so that parents can have a grave to mourn at, instead of an empty tomb.

He doesn’t treat you better than anyone else, and most of the time assigns you more cleaning duties than the others. You always take it and never complain, something else that he always wonders about. He had come to the conclusion it was because he’s saved your life countless times, and the fact that he isn’t going to let up soon. So you take everything he gives you with a polite smile. And for some goddamn reason, he can’t get that smile out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. You don’t even know how you make him feel; like he’s special and that he deserves these attentions.

A particularly painful turn of the needle makes him flinch, and brings him back to reality. You’re apologizing again, murmuring how you’re almost done, but he doesn’t want you to leave yet. He lets his mind flicker over how you’re always apologizing, and how much he just wants to tell you that you don’t have to, not for anything. Not for having to come and save you, not for stitching him up, not for trying to fix him.

You let out a sharp breath once you finish, getting back up to fetch a dressing, but his hand grabs yours before you can get too far. Levi looks up, grey eyes full of an emotion you can’t exactly pinpoint, one you have never seen before from him.

“Will you stay a little longer?” And just like that, everything in the world seems to fall into place.

“Of course. Let me just wrap it up, first. I’ll stay as long as you want.” You’re surprised at yourself for finding the words so quickly, because your heart has never pounded so fast in your life. You fumble around, trying to find the right thing, hands shaking again, and you can’t seem to get them to stop.

You go back to Levi, wrapping the cloth around his shoulder and securing it around his arm, suddenly hyper aware of the feel of his skin. It’s softer than you had imagined it would be. Both of you sit in the silence for a while, your hand finding a place over his and rubbing soft circles on his knuckles with your thumb.

You want to say something, anything, but there aren’t any words that seem right. His fingers deftly work their way around yours, and you honestly wonder if he can hear your heartbeat or the blood rushing to your cheeks. It’s past midnight now, and you have a feeling dawn will be approaching before long.

“You should really sleep now. It won’t get better until you rest a little.” You’re speaking because his actions gave you a little bit of confidence, but he interprets it wrong almost immediately.

“Of course. You’d like to go now?”

“N-no! No, I just thought that, that you would be tired now. I can go if you want, I-”

“I don’t get much sleep anyways.” He doesn’t even mean to sound so dejected, but it comes out before he can stop himself. He’s spent too, too many nights laying awake, sleep ever-evading him, wondering how it might be to sleep besides you. Would he get some rest? Would he be able to close his eyes and not open them an hour later with a pounding chest? He can’t remember the last time he was able to fall asleep, and stay asleep. You don’t make any movement to get away, and he notices your hand twitch and wonders why.

You have to fight yourself internally to keep your hand down, and not wrap your arms around your captain as you process his words. Your heart feels strangely heavy at the thought of Levi laying awake, all alone, exhausted but unable to succumb to the ease of rest. He’s on guard, all the time, every minute of every day, and half the time he’s expending his energy on saving you.

You’re not confident, like some of the others. You never have been. But in this moment, you feel something rushing into your body and coursing through your veins, something close to confidence but slightly different. The feeling makes you release Levi’s hand and shed your sweater, and crawl into his bed. It’s almost exactly as you expected, and not nearly as soft or warm as your own. But you think about Levi sleeping soundly beside you, him peaceful and content, and it doesn’t matter how comfortable his bed is. You just want him to fall asleep.

He looks at you with a mix of emotions, surprise being mixed in with them. He hadn’t been expecting that, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate it.

You’re sitting under the covers now, waiting expectedly for something. A part of you fears that this wasn’t what he meant, or wanted, but your racing heart calms down a little at the sight of him coming in to get settled beside you. He releases a sigh when his shoulder hits the mattress, at ease finally, and so exhausted that every muscle in his body is about to give out.

He sleeps on his back, you note, before shifting your gaze to the ceiling quickly. You certainly don’t want him to notice that you’re staring, or that you keep fingering the soft sheets between your fingers to remind yourself this is real and really happening.

“Stop fidgeting.” His voice is quiet, and even, and stills you instantly. You finally lift your head to look at him, letting out a breath at how he looks. Eyes closed, almost peaceful, laying on his back with his hand resting right near you.

You’re not sure if it’s the confidence from earlier, or something new entirely, but you adjust the sheets to cover him more, pulling them and letting them rest on his chest. He doesn’t open his eyes, but you notice the way he jerks a little at the motion.

“Sorry, Levi,” you whisper, trying to remain as quiet as possible. You lay your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers and letting your own eyes close. You can hear his every breath, the scent of his skin taking over and clouding your mind as every sense slowly focused on one thing; him. “Let’s sleep now.”

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Drifting

I had so much fun writing up the introduction to this request! You’ll probably see why in just a minute too...but, fun fact, the lovely Khaos, the newest addition to the blog, helped me out with this request when I found myself a little stuck!

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 Tamaki slowly peeked up above the ocean’s surface, keeping as quiet as possible to remain unnoticed while he allowed his eyes to land upon the object of his curiosities and affections; swallowing thickly when he realised that you had shown up at exactly sunset yet again, just like always.

 And, as always, you were alone. You had no companions that could prevent him from stealing you away to his secret cave and no one to help you if he decided to keep you to himself. An idea that appealed to him more with each of your visits to the beach.

 What interested Tamaki most, however, was the fact that with each of your visits, you made sure to only come by the secluded beach at sunset; when everyone else had gone home for the day. Tourists seemed to believe all the local’s stories of monsters beneath the water’s surface, waiting for the sun to go down so that their attacks could go unnoticed until it was too late.

 Of course, it was all nonsense. Tamaki was the only merperson to occupy this particular beach and he had been for quite a few years now; any and all monsters were long gone, migrated to places that weren’t so aware of the dangers that lurked beneath the depths.

 But it was also because of the late hour that you came to the beach, that Tamaki couldn’t approach you. He was all too aware of how a human woman might react to a random man approaching them in the water when the sun was beginning to set, shadows casting over the sky and melting the beautiful orange hues into an inky blackness.

 So, instead, Tamaki had to be satisfied with watching you from afar. Appreciating your beauty and daydreaming about all the different possibilities of meeting you; how he could befriend you and get closer, all while knowing it would be an impossibility.

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 Tamaki stared at you with wide, saucer-like eyes, his mouth hanging open while you swam towards him slowly; your body remaining below the water’s surface, hiding the fact that you were without your bikini top.

 The very same bikini top that he held in his hands, a scrap of clothing that he had been inspecting out of confusion given that it was nearly midnight and he had thought that you had left the beach hours ago like you normally would.

 “…I think that’s mine” Your softly uttered words startled him, making him jolt and sink down further into the water while he released the bikini top; allowing it to float up to the surface, harmlessly bobbing up and down with the waves between the both of you.

 “Sorry, I uh, didn’t realise that someone else was here” He muttered out a pathetic excuse for an apology, trying his best not to let his tentacles move into your line of sight; desperate to at least seem normal, even if it wouldn’t be a lasting impression.

  Tamaki gulped nervously as he watched you reach for the floating bikini top, averting his gaze when you shuffled around to put the piece of clothing back on; the hurried movements of your fingers catching his attention with how the water splashed from the clumsy actions. The silence beginning to feel awkward while Tamaki tried his best not to look at you before you were ready, not wanting to come off as a pervert. Not to you.

 “It’s okay, I didn’t realise anyone else was here either. Not this late at night anyways and certainly not with the way everyone goes on about the monsters that are waiting for sunset so they can eat you” You rolled your eyes as the words left your lips, briefly giving Tamaki a once over before nodding your head to yourself; making Tamaki wonder if you were giving him the benefit of the doubt despite how strange it was for him to be here at this time, more so considering that he had technically been holding onto your bikini top.

 Then again, it would make sense for you to assume that he had thought it was a piece of seaweed; because honestly, that’s exactly what Tamaki had first thought when he picked it up.

 It wasn’t uncommon for people to investigate strange and/or suspicious objects that were found floating in the ocean, only to cast them away as quickly as they had been found. Tamaki had seen humans do so more times than he could count and luckily for him, he had had the brains to immediately release the skimpy piece of clothing; a guilty man would have tried to hide it, or simply kept held of it. Not Tamaki though, he had dropped it, allowed you to take it back and even averted his gaze so that you could have some form of privacy while fixing your top; even if it hadn’t been a great deal of privacy. There was only so much he could offer given the circumstances after all.

 However, even with these facts in mind, Tamaki could easily see that you were still on guard and he was happy to see such a thing. It reassured him that you didn’t trust random strangers in the water just because they had been polite enough to look away while you were topless.

 “Still, I am sorry…about your top, I mean. If I had of known what it was…” Tamaki trailed off as his face flushed with embarrassment, the tips of his pointed ears beginning to turn a similar shade of scarlet while he dipped further into the gentle waves of the night’s warm ocean waters; only stopping when his nose was beneath the salty waters.

 “It’s fine, okay? No harm, no foul” You hummed out the words in a soft voice, swimming around to face the embarrassed merman; all the while being completely unaware of what he truly was.

 “So…what brings you out so late?” Your question made Tamaki’s body go stiff, anxiety rushing through his system while his brain scrambled to think of something, anything to say in response to such an innocently asked question; anything but the truth, that is.

 There was no way known that Tamaki could tell you the truth behind his daily visits to this beach, especially when he could live happily and stealthily beneath the ocean waves for the rest of his life if it weren’t for your presence on this beach.

 Tamaki wanted to slap himself. Here he was, minding his own business in the ocean when the opportunity that he would have killed for, landed in his lap. The chance to speak with you, instead of just stare at you from afar and yet here he was, completely and utterly unable to get a single word out; instead, the fears of what could happen filled his mind.

 The terrifying what ifs of you hating him if he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing tormenting him into a nervous silence. Tamaki’s only relief from the situation, was that he would have the memories of having gotten close to you without making you scream and panic; though that also meant that no one would notice if he were to steal you away in that moment, if he took you to a place that no one would ever hope to find.

 But that was something that he couldn’t do and definitely something that Tamaki shouldn’t think about, unless he wanted to fuel the desires that he so often pushed aside. You would surely hate him if he were to do even half of the things that he had thought about.

 “Well, I guess I’ll see you around…” You mumbled out the farewell awkwardly, turning away from Tamaki in order to swim back towards the shore, no longer able to enjoy the solitude of an empty beach.

 “Uh, wait!” Tamaki called out to you again, finally able to find his voice once more as he reached out for you, his hand closing around your arm. Sealing his choice of interaction with you when you turned to face him. He should have let you leave.

 “Your…um, your strap, it’s loose…” He barely managed to mumble out the words without humiliating himself, averting his gaze when he found himself unable to meet your eyes; not needing the added kick of self-loathing on top of his nervousness.

 “You’ll lose your top again if you don’t fix it…”

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 “Oh. Well, do you mind?”

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 Tamaki gulped nervously as you turned your back to him once more, allowing him to reach for the loose strings belonging to your bikini top; needing to untie the knot that you had created in a rush minutes ago. If Tamaki were telling the truth, the knot probably would have held, but at the same time, he wouldn’t get another chance to let his skin brush against your own.

 Now, he was in heaven, making sure to tie a strong knot while at the same time, being sure that it wasn’t so tight that you wouldn’t be able to undo it yourself later on.

 “There…all done” He mumbled out the words under his breath when he was finished tying the knot, his fingers lingering on your skin for a brief moment, wanting more; though you pulled away before he could get ahead of himself.

 Leaving Tamaki to breathe a sigh of release, all while silently cursing both himself and all of his pent-up desires. More so when you spun around to smile at him, the radiance you gave off nearly blinding his mopey self.

 “You’re beautiful…!” Tamaki blurted out the words before he could stop himself, quickly slapping his hands over his mouth with his eyes going wide in a mix of shock and horror. Mortified that he had said something like that without realising.

 Your eyes went wide, the smile fading from your lips and making Tamaki wish that he had legs so that he could kick himself. Unaware that you weren’t upset, but rather the opposite, never having been so earnestly complimented before; it brought an unfamiliar warmth to your cheeks and to your heart.

 “Um…thanks…” Tamaki watched you as you swam closer to him, torn between escaping to the ocean’s depths and closing the gap between the two of you; desperate for both, yet knowing better than to actually reach for the object of his desires.

 With his mind struggling to choose between the two options, Tamaki froze in place at the worst time; allowing you to move closer until he felt your warm toes brush over his wriggling tentacles, fear filling him when you jolted back in surprise. Your eyes scanning the dark waters for seaweed.

 “What’s…wrong?” Tamaki mentally slapped himself for asking while he watched you lower your head closer to the water’s surface, still searching for seaweed that he knew you wouldn’t find. He was just thankful that it was so late in the night, making it nearly impossible for you to see anything below the surface; you weren’t like him, you didn’t have eyes unaffected by the dark.

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 “Well, it’s just…I thought that something touched my leg…”

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 Tamaki moved his tentacles as far away from you as he could, praying that the darkness would be enough to push aside your curiosity, but apparently, it was too late; your hands closed around two of his now squirming tentacles as he tried to pull them free of your hold.

 “Y-You…you’re a…” You breathed out in amazement, eyes wide as you stared at him and though it wasn’t in fear, Tamaki couldn’t take it. He wriggled his tentacles free of your grip and dove deep into the water; fearing what you would do now that you knew what he was.

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 “Wait!”

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 Tamaki ignored the muffled cry for him to stop, determined not to lose the strength it took to leave you behind instead of dragging you into the depths with him.

 Before Tamaki could get too far away however, he felt your hands close around his tentacles for the second time, causing him to freeze on the spot; heart thundering in his chest. He was already struggling to keep himself contained after having his tentacles grabbed the first time, but now it was too much; his tentacles were sensitive after all.

 Tamaki turned around in the water to look at you with a hunger that he had been pushing aside for far too long; using every last ounce of willpower he had left not to grab you and take you with him to his cave.

 The two of you remained submerged for a moment longer, staring at each other through the impossibly dark ocean water of the night. Tamaki knew you couldn’t see him, but your hold on his tentacles was enough to give you a direction to look at and like this, he had the rare opportunity to take in your breathtaking appearance; enjoying it as much as possible before wrapping some of his tentacles around your body and swimming for the surface.

 You were a human, which meant that you needed oxygen. A fact that he had nearly forgotten for a moment there, but either way; Tamaki wasn’t going to let you die. Not now, not when he could prevent it.

 “I’m not…I’m not gonna—” Tamaki motioned you to stop speaking as you tried to cough at the words, a suggestion that you decided to follow given that it was hard to regain your breath and speak at the same time. Given that Tamaki was no longer trying to swim away and that his tentacles were still wrapped around your body, keeping you afloat so that you didn’t have to put any effort into swimming yourself; you figured that you had time to catch your breath.

 “I was trying to say that I’m not going to turn you in. I was just…surprised, I guess” You rubbed at your neck as you explained yourself, your words making Tamaki’s stress melt away while thoughts of adoration towards you filled his mind.

 It was mind blowing to him that a human that had just discovered his secret wasn’t about to go running off telling everyone that merpeople existed and it certainly made him love you more than he already did.

 “Though, I am a little confused. I’ve heard those stories for years, listening to them as a little girl…how going out into the water at night is a terrible idea because monsters from the ocean will drag you beneath the water and steal you away” Tamaki grimaced as you giggled at the thought, clearly having no idea how close you had come to such a fate; even if the end result would have been different. Tamaki wouldn’t have hurt you, or eaten you alive like the old monsters of the ocean would have; no, he would have done so many different things to you. Things that would surely have you slap him if he dared to say them aloud to you.

 “Well, you know…don’t believe everything you hear I guess…” He managed to get a light-hearted chuckle out as he spoke, deciding that for the moment it would be better to keep you entrapped in his tentacles; mostly so that you couldn’t grab a hold of them again and push him into his instincts more than you already have.

 “I guess so, but I don’t know…you don’t seem so bad. Maybe having you steal me away wouldn’t be so terrible” Tamaki’s features twisted into unfiltered surprise at your giggled words, blood rushing through his ears and completely blocking out whatever it was that you were currently continuing on with.

 It seemed you managed to notice the faraway look in his eyes while his mind worked overtime to process your joke. Going as far as to reach out with your hand to brush your fingertips against his cheek, ripping him from his thoughts and dragging him back to reality; your eyes locking with his heated gaze the moment his attention was back on the present you instead of his fantasy version.

 “…You would let me steal you away?” He pulled your body closer to his with his tentacles as he spoke, the slippery limbs tightening their hold on you ever-so-slightly while you gulped nervously; unable to look away from the merman in front of you.

 “…I…yes, I guess so” You spoke softly, unsure words tasting foreign to your tongue but unregrettable all the same. There was a certain air of importance surrounding the spoken words and now you found yourself slowly beginning to sink into the water with a smiling Tamaki.

 It was amazing, how his eyes had lit up with joy at your uttered words. Though it made you think vaguely of the old fae stories, where your word was a binding contract and if that were to be held in the same regard with mer-people, then it seemed like you had agreed to a new way of life.

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 “You won’t regret it, I promise. I’ve got the perfect place in mind for you, you’ll be safe with me…I won’t let anyone steal you away…”

[midday0nightmares]

26 - in your arms (m).

Previous chapter reckless choices.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

The unexpected appearance of the young man with the unusual bright orange hair throw you all off guard, a minute have passed with the four of you starring at each other.

“I’m Zhong chenle, I moved to the 49th floor I believe that make us neighbors” his big smile never faltered. 

Jeno broke the rude silence, he cleared his throat, “It does” exchanging looks with jaemin, 

“welcome man, I’m jeno and this is jaemin” they shake hands with him while you stand there awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Chenle looks at you waiting for an introduction, jeno and jaemin hesitate for a second before jeno speaks again “that’s sera, she’s our roommate” You force smile, you feel uncomfortable with the attention, the way his eyes were scanning you from top to bottom..your messy hair, puffy face with red eyes and nose, your scraped knee through your torn jeans. You obviously been through something. you looked away hoping he would get the hint and stop starring. 

“Excuse us, we just came back from a long trip and we all are tired. See you around” jaemin spoke trying to cut the encounter short as he walked into the elevator first and you followed him, but chenle spoke again “I’m throwing a home warming party tomorrow night, you should come. You can bring guests too if want”.  

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The elevator doors close, “he seems .. “ jeno trails and jaemin finishs his sentence “wild, we should be more carful now”. 

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As soon as they walk through the door, they head straight to their rooms leaving you alone. you huff, still upset with yourself, you thought you should try again with jaemin, you want to properly explain yourself to him. you knock on his door, no response. you turn the door knob and let yourself in.

His clothes were scattered on the floor, the shower was running and steam was coming out of the slightly open bathroom door. You walk in and closed the door behind you, you too discard your clothes too you could join him. 

You open the bathroom door trying not to make any noise, the way his toned body stood in the hot fog, the way the water hits his muscular tattooed back made your heart flutter. Your face growing warm and you can’t blame it all on the hot stream. 

you tiptoe closer but you straddle him before you could surprise him, a heavy sigh blows out of him, he turns his back to you resuming his shower “what do you want?”..  you, I want you, you wished you could be honest, but you aren’t discouraged yet, as long as he’s not throwing punches you’er good to go.

You get in the shower wrap your arms around his waist, pressing naked chest to his bare back. He doesn’t react or try to push you away. 

“Im sorry” you say in your softest voice “I wasn’t thinking straight, I was scared and shocked, I didn’t know what to do”, you tighten your hold around him when he doesn’t say anything. he sigh but this time in defeat and turns in you arms to face you, his hands come cup your cheeks. “sera, if you want to leave, then go. I won’t hold you back anymore”, you shake your head refusing his suggestion, “ I don’t” your hands grabbing his arms, afraid that he will let go and you’ll lose him. He doesn’t believe you, his hands loosens ready to pull away from you, “jaemin” you try to step even closer, your arms reaching to the back of his neck “I promise you I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, with you” your voice straining with growing fear.

“Sera” he try to pry your arms of off him “I don’t know anymore, I try my best but you alway want to leave me”

“no” you stretch yourself on your tiptoes to reach his lips as you pull him down, you mold your lips with his, the feverish kiss lasts for what seems to be hours, your heart explodes in your chest when he opens his mouth to take your tongue in. his taste intoxicate you, making your head spin with lust, but you had to pull away to breathe. 

the way his eyes were still closed, the way his chest was heavily rising, the way his cheeks were returning to their original color, and the way he was beige vulnerable in your hands it all tugged on your heart strings.

He pulls you by your waist and holds you his chest, he hugs you so tight like he was trying to push you inside of his chest cavity. You don’t mind as you try to do the same to him, it would be nice if you could keep him next your heart.

You can feel all the exhaustion and frustration melts off of him. his angelic smile returns, his hands hold your face in place as he leans down to press tens of kisses to it, your giggles echoing off the walls. you reach for the body wash “Let me take care of you” you say to him in between the small kisses. You bit your lip when he doesn’t object, you squeeze the soapy gel into your hand and start leathering it over his bored chest, slowly moving to his shoulders and arms. He turns around and you do the same to his back, your hands move back to his stomach and you work your way down to his groin region, you take your time exploring his body, admiring every detail.

“sera..” his low voice calls your name, you ghost over his half alerted member earring a hiss. 

You feel the strong thumbs of his racing heart, you stop dragging it and take him in your hand, he moans and throws his head back, you bite on the soft skin of his back as you were getting exited yourself.

You slowly stroke him, feeling him twitch as he grows harder in your hands, his hips move in sync with your touch, his low moans and heavy breathing sound like a mesmerizing spell being casted over you.

He make a questioning sound when you stop, you turn him around and get on your knees in front of him to indulge yourself into him more. You take him in your mouth, you both moan when the intimate contact happens, you lose yourself in the way he feels filling your mouth, you take him deeper to the back you your throat finding pleasure with the struggle to take all of him in. he hiss and stops you “baby.. slow down”, you feel self conscious as shyness bites at your cheeks.

He helps you up, turning around pressing you to the cold tiles “I want you too you know” he mumbles into your neck as his lips attacks it, the work of his hunger and wet mouth makes you dizzy, his hands touching, squeezing, pinching every accessible part of you.

You were both needy for each other, passion was running in your vines fueling you to go further, you arch you back into him “Jaemin.. please”  you moan, begging him to do something already, his hands he grab your hips, pulling them back to gain better access to the place he hasn’t touched yet, he aligns his tip to your opening and slowly starts pushing in, there’s no resistance as he smoothly slides in, he opens you, stretching your walls around him.

Your loud moan egging him to go deeper, although it’s not your first time with him, but it feels like a new experience. his arms wrap around you, securing you for what’s to come, he stills when he bottoms out, taking a moment to enjoy being completely buried inside of you. 

You swear your bones went soft when his hips starts moving, he slowly pulls out before pushing back in, high pitched gasp comes out of you with each thrust, your toes curl and you fingers scratch the cold wall. your eyes flutter and your mind goes blank, all you are aware of right now is the immense pleasure of him stuffed deep into you.

He grunts before he bites your shoulder, muffling his sounds, his thrusts gets stronger, rougher, you jerk froward every time his hips snap back into you before his hands pull your hips back to him. you feel the tight knot in the pit of your stomach, your back arching into him more. He seems to know how close you are “baby you gonna cum?” He asks you but your mushy brain doesn’t register it, he holds you closer and give you exactly what you need, faster thrusts. It toke only two more thrusts to push you of the edge, your walls convulse around him, you chant his name as you come undone, he push himself deeper into you and stays there to make sure you ride the last bit of your intense orgasm. 

His hand creases your lower abdomen to calm your shaking body as your try to catch your breathes, “you ok?” you weakly nod to him, you don’t want to speak as your head is being folded with euphoric cocktail of hormones.

 “can you take more?” he makes sure you can before he starts moving again, you hiss at the burning sensation, you’er still sensitive and he was overstimulating you, but you quickly start to enjoy it too, specially knowing he finds his pleasure in you.

He dose’t last long after that, couple more sharp thrusts and he pulls out and spill his hot cum over your back. 

He holds you close for a while, before he helps you cleaning yourself, with both of you very tired, clean and very much satisfied, you dry yourselves and for the first time you willingly wear his clothes instead of yours.

You lay in his bed first and wait for him, “you still have it?” you squeal when you saw he still keep the teddy bear he bought you from the hospital next to his pillow, “I do” he sheepishly smile as he gets under the covers with you and pulls you closer to him, “can I take it?” .. “hmm it’s yours, its always have been yours” his words fill your fills with butterflies. you turn and snuggle closer to him, you lay over his chest socking in his warmth, his hand plays with your fingers. 

“When does your classes begin?” He asks you, 

“Next Monday”.. 

You look up at him, you stare into his dreamy eyes, you swear you can fall into them, you were smitten.. but the events of last night came creeping back, bursting your lovey dovey bubble, your hand pulls out of his, your body starts to retract itself away from him. But holds you firmly, retaking your hand in his “sera, he was a very bad man” he tries to explain, knowing the cause behind the sudden change in to your behavior, but his words don’t appease your worry, so he tries again.

“look at me, It has to be done or many people would have gotten hurt. Im not what you think I am” but the knot between your eyebrows still tight so he brings your hand up to his mouth, and kiss each finger before he place it on his cheek “l left my father’s gang long time ago, I’m not that type of a man, never was never will”, you can hear the sincerity in his voice and you finally settle in your place next to him and nod “I know”.

[atherix]

OH MY GOD OK CH 14 AND 15 ADLGKAFGLKA

@ Everyone else prepare yourselves. I have seen the future. It is bleak.

Anyway oh my god Im so glad we get to see this side of the day tubbo makes a fairy ring but dglkadg him being showered w gifts as a new fae prince????????/ im in love. I still love the fae king even if he's an ass and mildly antagonistic. He's great and I love him. Im so happy Tubbo is being showered even if like. they are fae gifts. and they carry certain connotations. but also 'never trust something offered by the fae' well i guess tubbo should never accept anything ever from his dad and grian and mumbo should never accept anything from scar ever. Mumbo's been screwed from the start given he buys from scar. lmao

ALSO THE FACT THAT TUBBO IS GONNA HAVE TO DEBUT IS FLGKADFGKFDKLFDK I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT YES. MANY FEELING. SCREAMING. FEELING SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!1

The fact that both of them are like "ugh i have to learn/relearn fae culture [also ugh i have to teach my boyfriends about fae culture cause now they gotta do stuff too] is incredible. 'tubbo did this incredible thing, saved all of them, and now they're being grumpy about history' is exactly where I anticipated this going tbh.

AND THEN TUBBO TEASING SCAR ABOUT FINALLY BEING W GRIAN AND MUMBO IS GDALKDSGAFDF GOD I LOVE THIS KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fact that scar hasnt known grian quite long enough to be able to guess his intentions yet also is incredible bc likegrian inherently knows everyone so well bc of that whole being able to read people like an open book and i love it. so much. you daft elf.

oh my god and tubbo offer to help w relationship advice is too funny oh my god. their such a good family. I love them.

also I cant wait for scar to show his possessive side w grian and mumbo bc i will melt. melting will occur.

GOD AND THEN!!! TUBBO PROPERLY DECIDING TO LEAVE??????????/ GO ON HIS OWN?????????/ SDFAKJLSDF GOD I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THE KID. I FEEL LIKE AN AUNT OR SOMETHING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And scar trying to indicate how proud he is for his son while also clearly being nervous about his son leaving but also like. letting him leave bc hes an adult and hes gotta leave eventualy but like does he have to leave to go do that and dlagkdf

also the ambroia as mana is such a cool concept I am 👀 I love it so much!!!! ahhhhhh

god and then scar getting to talk about his dad without really saying much about it - all too familiar w that because like my parents think its rude to really talk about my grandparents so they never really tell me anything about them but sldgkasdf i, like tubbo, wanna knooooooooooooooow. And its the whole like torn between wanting to ask and not wanting to upset your parent SDALGKAD

God i just love this family so much dlkgasdf

HJFSHJFS <3

How dare you use your friend privileges to warn the innocent, unsuspecting readers to the absolute pain wonderful future I shall be bringing them <3

Yesssss I really wanted to share the aftermath of Summers <3 HAHA YESS in the original document the Fae King actually called him Prince but I don't think I did that in the final version BUT hjfdsjk LMAO to be FAAIIIRRR Scar isn't gonna be putting any spells or charms on anyone <3 Though it's dangerous enough that they eat the food he makes, if Scar wanted to he could 1000% make it so that Natural foods will be nothing more than ash in their mouths <3 As Scar said things of Fae are naturally tempting and alluring......... and the natural state of the Fae Realm is magic-

HAHAHA YEAH but I wonder if he will ever get to debut hm :) BUT YEAH LMAO they just like "oh noooo formal eveeeents noooooo" and just hjgfjkgfdkj Grian will enjoy seeing Scar all dressed up for them tho you know 1000% Grian will want to see Scar wearing his crown headpiece thing just so he can coyly toss it aside hfgdkjfd

LMAO yess it be like Scar: *blushes once because of Grian's mere presence* Grian: OH he wants me Grian: *literally stroking Scar's hair after being told how touching an Elf's hair is intimate* Scar, internally: He doesn't know what that means he doesn't know he doesn't know- Like Scar honey sweetie I know you're soaking up that Nile sun but c'mon-

LMAO a child offering his advice to his dad, Scar would NEVER, and neither would Tubbo except when he shovel talks them LMAO

Yessss it's gonna be great. I'm looking forward to it >:3 What's so funny about it tho is that while Scar is absolutely 100% possessive and gets all >:| he is still a bit too oblivious/blind to flirting to realize when he's in a situation that's going to set off THEIR possessive/jealous sides hjfsdk- But man lemme tell ya, KNOWINGLY making a move on a Fae's partners? haha I imagine that won't go well :) He'll forgive strike one but strike two hm hm-

HJFSJKDSHJS HE'S LEAVING THE NEST AND NO ONE IS READY FOR IT LEAST OF ALL US </3 HAHA YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE NERVOUS <3 >:)

jfgdklgfdlk yesss Scar is so proud of who his son has become and knows he gotta go out there and find himself one day but itjkfds it feels too soooon and why does he have to go so faaaaar </3 But it is a parent's role in life to let their children go one day </3 But he'll always be there for him no matter what....... waiting for him to come home....................... :)

I remembers ars magica recently and the random pools of mana and was like "god it'd be cool if that was a thing" and then went "wait the Fae Realm is a nearly unexplored world made of magic I can do what I want" but ofc I've established already that magic comes from a component of the soul so mana isn't a thing but AMBROSIA, "food for the gods," something made of magic and able to be used in food, medicine, as magic boosts... and also with another, subtler purpose that I shall not explain <3

YEAH I don't talk about my bio mom to anyone so honestly Scar is a few steps ahead of me at least but still- it's hard for him bc of things I will expand on in the future </3 And YEAH Tubbo is curious and wants to know but how can he ask when Scar is looking at him like THAT please-

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH TOO I must hold them gently in my hands and cry <3<3<3 And the family will only grow amidst the chaos-

[loth-wolffe]

Make a Wish

Pairings: none. a lil bit of captain rex x reader if you squint.

Summary: the torrent company prepares something for your birthday<3

Word count: 1,4k not proofread

A/n: So!!! i know I've been dead for the past week, but today's my sweetiepie ana @leia-saveourskins birthday!!!! and she asked me to write a little something for her so I came back from hell bc i can't really say no to mi bb ana. congrats bubs!! i hope you have the most amazing day today and always. hope you like this heheh<3 tqm mucho. mwah mwah mwah

Rex had called you to the hangar, something about Anakin needing some help with something, his words rushed as if he didn't have time and you felt confused, it wasn't like there weren't any more mechanics working at the time, and the General had given you half day off, "as a birthday present," he had told you, after a little hug and a congratulations.

You rushed your steps, hair still slightly wet from the shower you took before and the thought of getting more engine oil on you made you roll your eyes.

This better be good.

Once you got to the hangar door, you found it was closed, frowning, you commed Rex.

"The door is closed."

You hear him coughing, a few murmurs are heard and you never felt more confused in your life, what was going on.

"Yeah, sorry." He mumbled, "Ahsoka locked it by, uh, accident." Rex sounded nervous, and for some reason it made your heart beat faster. Did something happen? If it required for the General, Commander and Captain to be in the room, it must be important, but then again, there's no power in this galaxy that could ever torn them apart.

"Its open now."

It's not long before the door opens before you, and as soon as you step into the room, a chant of "surprise!" is heard, keeping you in place as your brain processes the image before you, tears filling your eyes as soon as it settles in your heart.

Everyone is there, your fellow mechanics, Anakin, Ahsoka, the troopers you had become friends with, even the General of the 212th was there, with big smiles on their faces, a big sign with messy letters in aurebesh that read Happy Birthday colored with the 501st blue hung between two ships, it was almost falling off, but the thought warmed your soul. The "ay" looked incredibly smaller as they run out of space compared to the wide H at the beginning, they all had different styles, and you wondered if they agreed to write one letter per person.

"I–" you started, but words didn't come out, you were left speechless, many emotions running through your mind and your heart that you couldn't pick one to express what you felt.

"Thank you," you whisper, blinking quickly in hopes for the tears to disappear, but they don't, much less when Ahsoka comes for you and holds your hand, leading you towards everyone.

"Ah! it's nothing, the boys insisted we should celebrate." She told you, the mischievous smile she wore told you she was to blame.

"The boys? Snips you couldn't shut up about the surprise party for a week." Anakin said, walking towards you before enveloping in a warm hug, one that lasted longer than the one he gave you a few hours prior. "Happy birthday," he murmured softly in your ear, and you smiled widely.

Anakin hasn't been nothing but nice since you joined the Resolute, times spent at the hangar fixing whatever ship he completely destroyed in his perfect landings, and you were completely past knowing him solely as The General and more as Anakin.

"Thanks, boss."

He chuckled, ruffling your hair before Ahsoka pushed him away.

"Hey, we all want our hugs gramps," she said as she gave you the tightest of hugs, laughing quietly when you hear Anakin huff in annoyance. "Hope we have you many many more years with us."

It took you a while, to be congratulated by everyone, Obi Wan being the first right after Ahsoka, Rex lingering a bit more than most, his cheeks a sweet shade of pink as he stumbles over his words.

"I uh," he scratches the nape of his neck, aware of the line of clones behind him waiting to hug you, "I, I know this isn't much but," his eyes look down to his feet before meeting your eyes, golden eyes filled with nothing but affection, his fingers fumble awkwardly with his belt as he tries to take something from one of the many bags. "I got you this."

He gives you a little bouquet of flowers of your favorite color, already placed in a cup with water to keep them from dying.

"Rex you–" for the second time in the past hour, tears fill your eyes, a lump in your throat makes it hard for the words to be pushed past your lips, "you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He frowns slightly, looking at the little box in your hands, "like i said, it's not much, but–"

"It's perfect, thank you."

You kiss his cheek, feeling like melting from all the love you're receiving, but mostly because how even now, in the middle of war, between so much death and suffering, they still find a moment to celebrate life, to still be kind, to be thoughtful and caring.

The tips of his ears turn red, and you giggle softly before thanking him again, he nods as he moves for the next person to give you his best wishes, a few give you little kisses on your cheeks, and others give you stiff hugs that made you chuckle.

Jesse is the last one to hug you, along with Hardcase and Fives.

"Happy birthday to not only the best mechanic in the GAR, but to our best friend as well." Jesse says before giving you a bone crushing hug, a loud, breathless laugh leaving your lips as he leaves a very wet kiss on your cheek.

Hardcase doesn't wait for Jesse to leave before he's hugging you too.

"Happy birthday!"

And it's not long before you have all the boys crushing you in the biggest bear hug you've ever had, feeling a bit claustrophobic for a moment but that doesn't stop you from enjoying the moment, your heart swelling with love.

When they all pull away to let you breath, Fives places a hand over your shoulders, walking you towards the Generals and the Commander waited for you.

"We got another surprise for you!"

"Oh really?" You ask, looking at Echo when he places himself on your other side, throwing his arm over your shoulders as well and walking in sync with you and Fives.

"Fives really insisted on it."

You hum, confused once more, but as soon as you meet with the others, you find what they were talking about.

There's a big cake being held by two astromechs, the white frosting perfectly placed under the blue letters that held your name right on the middle, sprinkles of at least eight different colors, one of the corners had way too much yellow and there was a tiny smiley face on another.

"There's no birthday if there's no cake." Fives stated, and everyone agreed.

"We made it, so we're not completely sure if it's good," Tup sheepishly admitted, and you almost melted at the thought.

They were too sweet, incredibly so that your heart couldn't take it.

"Thank you guys, I'm sure it's amazing."

"Oh! you cannot cut it without blowing the candle," Obi Wan spoke, patting his clothes trying to find the candle Anakin made sure he didn't forget.

He placed it on the when he found it, giving you a dashing smile and a wink once he did. R2 was quick to lit it up.

The boys made sure to be loud when singing the happy birthday song, Hardcase and Jesse making their voices as low and loud as they could, making Dogma roll his eyes and Fives laugh for most of the song.

Tears left your eyes a few times, overwhelmed with the affection they all had for you, your cheeks hurting with how wide you were smiling.

"What did you wish for?" Fives asked you at some point, to which you shook your head as you took another bite of cake that –to everyone's surprise,– it was actually good.

"Can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Some say that if you say your wish, it won't happen." He scoffs.

"Sounds like bullshit." You laugh loudly, which makes Fives' face break into a smile.

You don't tell him, though, that you didn't wish for anything. Not really, for everything you wanted was right there, with you, the feeling of home, of warmth. Knowing you belonged somewhere, in a family you found all by yourself, surrounded with joy, and love.

They made sure it was your best birthday ever.

[fruitcoops]

hi! i was the one who asked if your requests were open :) so you write remus with a praise kink, and you do it in the bEst way possible!! like, it gets a big reaction every time, but it’s not demeaning in any way, and i fucking adore that. i was wondering if you could write abt how sirius found out remus liked it? like in the gag fic he says “good boy” by accident and the reaction it gets is just sooo good and i can imagine him saying it without thinking about it and remus just going 😳!! if you don’t feel like writing this, by all means don’t!!

Hello, and thank you for your kind message! I never want to display kinks/ smut dynamics as demeaning, so I’m really glad it doesn’t come off that way. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, praise kink, and a bit of brattiness

Sirius closed his eyes as the sting on his rear end faded. “Really?”

“What?” Remus asked, quirking an eyebrow at him with a grin playing at his mouth. “You don’t like it when I do that?”

“You know I do.”

He shrugged. “Then I don’t see a problem.”

Sirius snagged him by the belt loop and reeled him in, feeling a flare in his gut at the false resistance act Remus put on. Slender hands splayed over his hips and squeezed; something devilish gleamed in Remus’ eyes. “You know you can just ask, right?”

“Ask for what?”

“Come on, Re,” he scoffed, leaning closer.

Remus’ hands slid down to his ass and rested there, just heavy enough that Sirius felt his thighs tingling. “I want to hear you say it.”

With a quiet laugh, he cradled Remus’ jaw in his palms and tilted it up, then tugged his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. “If you want a good, solid railing,” he murmured, skimming his mouth over Remus’ cheek. “All you have to do is ask.”

“You want me to beg?” Remus breathed out a snicker. “That’s more up your alley, babes.”

“Depends on what direction this afternoon is going in.”

He felt Remus’ soft huff against his neck before lips brushed his earlobe. “Not a chance.”

“Fine, then.” Sirius rallied his self-control and stepped away, raising his hands in surrender before turning back to his crossword. “Just know that it’s your own stubborn fault.”

“My wh—” Remus spluttered, knocking their hips together. “Somebody’s feeling grumpy.”

Sirius propped his chin on his hand and glanced over. “And somebody else is too damn proud to admit they’re just gagging for it, eh?”

The tips of Remus’ ears turned pink, as did his neck; he wiggled his way between Sirius and his crossword, then hopped up onto the countertop and pulled him in for a knee-melting kiss as his ankles locked around Sirius’ lower back. “What’m I supposed to say?” he asked. Sirius could feel his heart hammering beneath his palm and grinned. Just how long have you been pent up?

“Baby,” he began, moving down to litter Remus’ neck and jaw with kisses. “Please take me to bed and fuck me so hard I forget my name.”

Remus paused, then dissolved into laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re horny,” Sirius countered, bumping his nose with his own. “Are you going to say it, or should I go back to my crossword until you find your words?”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do I have to use those exact words?”

“I can write it down if you weren’t paying attention the first time.”

Remus rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat and suppressed another laugh. “Baby, please take me to bed.”

“And…?”

“And fuck me so hard I forget my name, you menace.”

Sirius untangled his legs and gave him room to slide back down to the floor. “That last part wasn’t necessary.”

“It’s the truth!”

“It’s mean!” he protested, tickling his ribs until he jerked out of the way with a yelp. “Now c’mere, I want to carry you to bed.”

Remus eyed his hands warily. “No way.”

“I won’t tickle you again.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

Sirius threw his hands in the air, torn between exasperation and giddy affection. “Then how do you propose we get upstairs, oh wise and wonderful one?”

He regretted his words immediately. Remus’ chin tilted just so, and a sweet smile spread over his face as he rocked back on his heels, then turned and took off running up the stairs. Sirius laughed in spite of himself and sprinted after him, missing his belt by half an inch as Remus skipped the last step and swung around into the hall.

Sirius tackled him onto the mattress and latched his hands onto his sides. “You’re such a brat!”

“No,” Remus managed, kicking and flailing to no avail as Sirius pinned him down. “No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit—”

“What are you sorry for?”

He scrunched his face up and made a valiant effort to get his hands near Sirius’ ribcage, only to yank back when fingers found the soft place beneath his chin. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m sorry you’re such a bastard.”

“You little shit!” Sirius redoubled his efforts until tears of mirth gathered in Remus’ eyes.

“I give,” he said at last. “I give. I’m sorry for running away, alright?”

“I don’t believe you, but okay.” Sirius settled himself on Remus’ chest, then pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Cutie.”

“Ew. Affection.”

“I love you.”

The chest beneath him rose and fell in a heavy sigh, and Remus’ whole face softened. “I love you, too.”

“Ready to get back to forgetting your own name?”

“God, yes.”

And so, both still snickering like a couple of teenage boys fumbling around in some janitor’s closet instead of their shared bed, they managed to get their shirts off between messy kisses and wandering hands that still made Remus jump when they got too close. “I’m not going to tickle you!” Sirius said, rubbing his flat palms along the smooth skin and all its bumps. “See?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Remus squirmed all the same, though, and planted one more kiss to his lips before shimmying out of his fantastically high-waisted jeans that always made Sirius’ brain lose a few neurons. “One of these days, I should really start doing workouts like you and the team.”

Sirius hummed in question as he mapped the curve of Remus’ shoulder with his teeth and tongue, sliding his own pants down.

“Just to keep up, you know?” More space opened up as Remus turned his head into the pillow, and Sirius made a noise of delight. Fuck, he tastes incredible. “I put on muscle pretty quick—”

His mouth came off with a light pop that made them both grin. “Sweetheart, if you get buff, I won’t survive.”

“No?” Even the mental image of Remus with enough corded muscle to manhandle him a bit—or, god forbid, pick him up—made him stir in his underwear, and his mouth watered. “Oh, okay. I might have to do it anyway, just to see that look on your face.”

“And you call me a menace,” Sirius teased, kissing those plush lips for all he was worth before slipping his hand beneath the elastic waistband.

Remus’ mouth opened against his own with a harsh exhale and his knees knocked against Sirius’ thighs. “Ngh, fuck me.”

“In a minute.”

“Baby.”

“Be patient.”

“No,” he practically whined, bucking his hips up as if to flip their positions. Sirius tightened his grip by half a degree and slid a finger down to press against the soft bit of skin below his cleft; Remus went absolutely still with bated breath. “Oh.”

“Be. Patient.”

Deep copper eyelashes fluttered on Sirius’ cheekbone as he kissed Remus’ temple and began stroking him, slow and steady even while long legs twitched on either side of his waist. “Come on, come on, come on,” Remus panted, shivering slightly while he pushed down on the muscle of Sirius’ bare back with his strong hands.

“I missed you last week,” Sirius murmured. He licked a stripe up his neck and felt Remus writhe in pleasure.

“Uh-huh.”

“FaceTime is not the same, and texting is extremely inconvenient on the bus.”

A lazy grin revealed sharp teeth. “How much did Pots chirp you for—oh—that?”

“He didn’t see anything.” Sirius moved his free hand down to stroke Remus’ inner thigh and watched his jaw go slack. “But Harzy is far too perceptive for his own good. Next time, wait to send nudes until I tell you I’m alone.”

“They weren’t nudes.”

“Were you wearing clothes?”

“…not many. At least I was tasteful about it. Did Harzy actually see them or—” His breath hitched when Sirius pressed beneath the head of his dick. “—or can I continue to look him in the eye?”

Sirius laughed and nuzzled into the scar on Remus’ shoulder. “I had a window seat, so you’re safe for now. He put it together pretty quick, though.”

Remus flexed his fingers and tugged on the waistband of Sirius’ boxers, sliding them as far down as he could. “Off.”

“Alright.” Sirius took his hand away and Remus’ face fell into abject sorrow. “I need both hands, mon coeur.”

“No, you don’t.” Remus ground upward and Sirius swallowed hard as more precum dampened the front of his underwear, then suppressed a shudder when cold fingers closed over his wrist and guided it between them once again. Remus licked into his mouth and pulled him down for more, trapping him with gentle touches and steely thighs. “You’re just dripping for me, huh? Come on, baby, I asked so nicely earlier.”

Sirius could hear his heartbeat in his ears and dragged the last bits of fabric away, sighing at the skin-to-skin contact after over a week of absence. Fuck, it must have been…what, a week and a half since they went beyond hurried blowjobs? More? He growled low in his throat and pushed one of Remus’ legs toward his chest, feeling his sharp smile.

“Finally.”

“I’m not fucking you yet.”

“Is that so?” He sounded amused by the very idea of it.

Fine, then, fuck you too. “Yep. I’m going to work you open until you beg for it and mean it this time.”

“You won’t last that long.”

“Try me, Loops.”

Remus threw his head back and laughed. “Pulling out the nicknames, huh? Alright, Cap.”

Sirius’ teasing smirk dipped on one side as he let the nickname roll over him and tingle up his spine. “Say it again.”

Golden eyes turned dark, glimmering dangerously. “Why should I?”

“You’re just being contrary now.”

“Baby, I’m always contrary.”

“I’ll start opening you up if you say it for me,” he wheedled.

Remus thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes, then settled into place and kissed Sirius’ forehead. “Promise, Cap?”

“Promise.”

Remus inhaled deeply in pure bliss as Sirius’ index finger pressed in to the first knuckle, prodding gently while he grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. After a moment of preparation, he pushed two slick fingers in and kept a careful eye out for his favorite expression.

There.

With a cut-off breath, Remus squeezed his eyes shut, brows pitching up as he bit down on his lip. Part of a moan slipped through and his throat seized when Sirius ran the pads of his fingers along his sweet spot; his jaw ticked at the edge and he buried the side of his face in the pillow with a soft sound.

“You are a work of art,” Sirius said before he could stop himself.

A deep blush spread over Remus’ torso and he smiled. “Yeah?”

“Oui, mon coeur. I could look at you all day long and never get bored.” His back arched and Sirius had a sudden thought as he pushed his own hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Hmm, you tell me I’m pretty all the time.” Remus cracked an eye open. “I like it. ‘Work of art’ might be a bit of a stretch.”

“No,” Sirius said. He felt a sudden tightness when he went over a certain spot and concentrated his efforts there, moving carefully and methodically while he tried to keep his wits about him. “It’s not a stretch at all. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, from your toes to your curls.”

The vibrant color reached Remus’ cheeks; he seemed to be struggling and happy at the same time. Outside of the bed, he would’ve brushed off the compliments with a snarky comeback, but Sirius’ words turned him soft and sweet around his fingers. Sirius couldn’t tell who was leaking more. “Stop it,” he mumbled, though his hips rocked slightly.

“Stop what? Telling you how wonderful you are?” Sirius pressed down a little harder and watched his shoulders shake at the heightened feeling. “I don’t think I want to if it means you keep riding my fingers. This is a new development, and I’m curious.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.” Something frantic crept onto his face and Sirius pushed his boxers down, then took Remus’ wrist and pulled it down to his shaft. “This—is this weird?”

“Complimenting you? Not at all.” Sirius muffled a moan in the hollow of Remus’ throat, feeling his grip grow smoother with each motion. “Fucking hell, you’re fantastic. Just keep doing that, d’accord?”

Remus nodded—all his muscles relaxed as Sirius let up some of the pressure on his prostate and returned to stroking his dick loosely. “Don’t know why I like it. Just do. Are you adding another?”

“No.”

A pleading whine made Sirius smirk. “Why not?”

“Because two fingers are plenty when you’re like this. You can handle it.”

“I still know my name.”

“Then sit and stay until I make you forget it.”

“Sit and stay,” he muttered, though there was an undercurrent of fondness that Sirius didn’t miss. “I’m not a dog.”

“Good boy,” Sirius said with a cheeky grin.

Remus’ eyes flashed open and his free hand gripped the sheets; with a jolt of shock, he came all over Sirius’ hand. “Oh!”

Sirius froze, unsure whether to keep going or call an ambulance. “Re?”

“Say it again,” he demanded, gripping Sirius’ shoulder with a wild edge to his voice. “Say it—say it again, please. Cap, Cap, fuck just say it again.”

“Um…” Sirius shook off his surprise and gave him a light stroke. “Good boy?”

Remus rolled his hips with a low hum. “ ‘s me?”

“…yes?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” He pressed his lips together with a noise of pleasure. “God, it’s—Sirius.”

Find the rhythm, figure it out, he told himself. “Can you go again?”

“Yeah, yes, please.”

Remus was already hardening in his hand and Sirius took a few deep breaths to stop himself from coming at the sight before rolling a condom on and grabbing the lube. It wasn’t difficult to get him into the right spot; all his earlier brattiness had faded under the glow of their new discovery. Remus was tight and warm when he finally pressed in, and Sirius knew neither of them would last long. “You’re so good for me,” he said, testing the waters with the few coherent thoughts he had left. “So good, Re.”

“Oh my god,” Remus gasped.

“Fuck, um, what do you want me to say?”

Remus’ legs trembled around his waist. “Tell me I’m good, and—and anything you want to say, oh my god.”

He wrapped a hand around the back of his knee. “You look amazing like this, good boy. So pretty.”

“Holy shit,” Remus laughed in disbelief without opening his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Um, fuck, I’m gonna come.” The realization slammed into Sirius and he picked up the pace, losing himself to Remus’ breathless moans as his own noises tumbled from his lips and the edge crept ever closer.

“Yes, yes,” Remus hissed, hiding his face in the junction of Sirius’ neck and shoulder, littering it with sloppy bites that wouldn’t leave proper marks but still sent tingles through Sirius’ whole body.

His orgasm did not sneak up on him by any stretch of the imagination, but it still caught him by surprise and he fell apart in Remus’ arms, then jacked him with a clumsy hand as soon as the world came back into focus. “You’re fucking perfect, mon coeur, now c’mon, come for me—”

Remus stifled a shout into his skin, followed by a drawn-out whimper as he shuddered to pieces. They laid there in total silence for a full minute, save for their heavy breaths. “Um. Hmm.” Remus’ voice was wrecked.

“You okay?”

“Oh, definitely.”

Sirius hesitated. “Are you…going to let go of me?”

“Nope.”

He pulled out, then rubbed his face against Remus’ sweaty hair. “Are you hiding?”

The skin plastered to his own heated up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Not around me.”

With a grumbly sound, Remus peeled his hands off Sirius’ back and tucked them into his own chest; he made a face when his forearms touched the not-quite-dried come on his front, all flushed and flustered. “That was…interesting.”

“You seemed to like it.”

“Did it bug you?”

“Not even a little,” Sirius answered honestly, kissing the side of his mouth. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Do you want to clean up now, or do you need a second?”

Remus bit his swollen lower lip and winced. “Can you grab a washcloth or something? I need a minute to think, but then cuddles sound really good.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Sirius kissed him softly and got up, dropping the condom in the trash before using the bathroom. He was halfway through dampening a washcloth in the sink when he heard a sigh of relief from the bedroom. There’s no way he got off again that fast. “Re? Everything alright?”

“I’m not weird!” Remus called back.

“Okay?” He wrung out the cloth and headed back in, wiping his own stomach and thighs before cleaning Remus off.

“Thanks, love, that’s really sweet.”

“No problem. Found something interesting?”

“Mhmm.” Remus passed him his phone. “Apparently, I’m not the only one.”

Sirius squinted at the screen, still a bit addled from the events of the past forty minutes. Praise kink: when someone derives pleasure from being praised by their partner(s), usually in a sexual context. “Cool.”

Remus fit himself under Sirius’ arm with a slow breath. “I’m glad that didn’t freak you out.”

“Nothing that makes you that happy will ever freak me out,” Sirius said, pulling the covers up higher. “I like learning new things about you.”

“Ditto.” A small, contented smile lit his whole face and he closed his eyes, spreading a hand over the left side of Sirius’ chest. Sirius was definitely going to be sore in the morning—sex after a long week of travel always made his hamstrings cramp up—but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He wrapped his arms tight around Remus and basked in his warmth. “Mmm. Good boy.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

[tinytonysnark]

hair falling into place like dominoes

36. Helping brush their hair after a shower. stevetony, 1k words, fluff, (for @onetwo3000 who requested this months ago, sorry it took so long)

“I swear to God, the next time a baddie does anything relating to the words Slime, Goo or Sludge, we just hand it over to the Fantastic Four and call it a night,” Clint says, slumped onto the marble counter.

“GET YOUR DIRTY FACE OFF MY THOUSAND DOLLAR KITCHEN ISLAND BARTON,” Tony shouts, stomping into the kitchen, looking relatively unscathed except for the streak of neon green something on his undersuit.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME, STARK,” Clint shouts right back, not moving from his slumped position.

“If the both of you don’t stop screaming, I’m going to throw you in a vat of this stuff,” Nat hisses at them, picking the substance from her hair.

“At least it isn’t corrosive,” Bruce says, coming up from the labs. The Hulk hadn’t been needed but Bruce looks exhausted, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. “All I can tell so far is that it causes momentary confusion to anyone it hits. Never longer than 5 minutes.”

“Yeah,” Steve grimaces, walking in with Bucky, slime all over their suits and in the plates of Bucky’s arm. “If I have to hear Buck ask me “Who the hell is Bucky?” one more time, I’m gonna break something.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if his nickname wasn’t the worst,” Tony chimes in, disdain written in the furrow of his brow as he looks at the state of the team. “My suit is beyond salvageable. There’s slime in every crevice of every plate.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re real torn up over having an excuse to hole up in your lab to finish off the Mark 56,” Bucky drawls, flicking at Tony’s head as he heads to the fridge.

“That’s neither here nor there, Tasty Freeze,” Tony huffs, crossing his arms.

“No engineer binging until after food and debrief,” Steve cuts in, left eyebrow arched which translates to, ‘I mean it, Tony.’

“Yes, but shower first,” Nat says, hopping off the stool and dragging a grumbling Clint with her, Bucky shuffling after them to head to his and Sam’s floor.

Tony watches them go, only walking closer to Steve after hearing the elevator doors close. “Hey,” he says, circling his arms around Steve’s neck.

Steve pecks him on the nose. “Hi, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, no memory loss for me. Only affects you if there’s skin to skin contact so I got lucky,” Tony sighs. “My suit, well, not so much.”

He runs a finger over Steve’s jaw, the bruise from earlier already healing over. “How are you feeling? It must have been tough for you — with Bucky.”

Steve’s jaw clenches but he turns his head to kiss at Tony’s fingertips. “I’ll be fine. I’m just worried about Buck. I’ll check up on him later.”

There’s more to it than that, Tony knows, but he also knows this is one of those things he can’t push Steve on, so he doesn’t.

Says, “Do you think we could get away with showering together or will that be pushing it?” instead of everything he does want to say.

Steve shoulders relax and there’s a small smile forming as he herds Tony into the elevator to get to his floor.

“You know, we're not exactly being subtle,” Steve says onto Tony’s lips, pulling him to the bathroom when the elevator opens. “It’s a wonder they haven’t caught us yet.”

“I’m almost positive Nat knows. Her questions were a little too pointed the other night,” Tony tells him, dropping his undersuit onto the floor before stepping into the shower, fiddling with the knobs until water rains down; warmth seeping into his skin and steaming up the room.

“I’ve always wondered what you two talked about on your super secret Tony & Nat nights.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Wanna bet on that?” Steve asks, backing Tony against the wall with a bruising grip on his hips and kissing him until they’re both panting and breathless.

“Steve,” Tony keens and his centre of gravity shifts, his legs instinctively wrapping around Steve’s waist and just about ceasing all brain function when he feels suction at his neck.

Then Steve bites down and he loses the plot entirely.

***

“You know, if the team didn’t know before, they definitely know now,” Steve says, pushing open Tony’s bedroom door.

Dinner and debrief had thankfully been short, the team just as eager as him to call it a day and crawl into bed; happy to deal with any minor problems tomorrow.

They’d all dispersed shortly after the last veggie dumplings were eaten — stolen, really— by Natasha.

And she only ever shares with Tony because she’s biased but Steve can’t really fault her for it.

Lord knows he’s worse.

“That’s because you couldn’t keep that goddamn smug grin off your face whenever I so much as shifted on my seat,” Tony replies, voice coming from his walk in closet.

Yeah, Steve knows he’s grinning right now, but really — who could blame him?

“I can feel you grinning right now Steve!”

"You can't prove it," he says from the edge of the bed and narrows his eyes at the mark on Tony’s neck, prominent against his skin as Tony walks towards him and wonders just how mad he would be if Steve gave him another on his shoulder where Steve’s shirt is slouching on his frame.

Tony points his hairbrush accusingly at him. “Hell no. I know that look in your eyes and I will actually melt your shield into a trash can lid if you give me another hickey. A hickey! What are we, 15 years old?”

Steve just pulls a grumbling Tony onto his lap. “Didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”

“Yeah well, I’m complaining now. Nat’s never gonna shut up about the turtleneck,” Tony huffs, raking his right hand through Steve's still damp hair. “We really should have been more thorough in the shower,” Tony sighs, plucking at a dried piece of slime from his hair.

“I don’t know, I felt like we were thorough earlier,” Steve smiles at him.

Tony glares at him, running his hairbrush through Steve’s hair. “I’m gonna go to the Bugle first thing in the morning and tell them you’re a menace to society, I swear it.”

“You’re more likely to blast your repulsor to Jamesons’ office window,” Steve tells him, closing his eyes and luxuriating the gentle strokes of Tony’s brush.

“You can’t prove anything, Rogers,” Tony says but Steve knows without looking that Tony’s smiling.

[cazzyvintage]

Hi Cazzy 🥺💞 first off congratulations on 900 followers!! You deserve it honey! :)

As for that celebration! I’m in such an angsty mood so I was wondering if I may please request a drabble with this prompt form the angst list “having to watch your lover die, as you’re restrained by the antagonist, unable to fight your way out of their grip, yet your eyes are glued on your lover’s” & with Helmut Zemo. Thanks!! :) 💛

Thank you so much! You were one of the first friends I made on here and so I am so happy to still hear from you, and of course I just adore your writing! Thank you for the request, I've been looking forward to writing angst for a while now 😊💞

You smiled in contentment as you felt the warm embrace, how his arms snaked around your waist, the sweet smell of his cologne washing over you and the gentle kiss he places upon the side of your face.

"I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old"

You hmmm in thought at Zemo's words, your eyes closed to appreciate the moment of it all.

"Shakespeare?" you say, trying to place where you had heard it before.

"Alas not, it is from 'Bedouin love song' by one Bayard Taylor. You shouldn't assume simply because it as 'thee' in it, that it is Shakespeare"

You pull away from Zemo's embrace, playfully slapping him on the chest as you giggled.

"That's not fair!" you remark, "How am I supposed to know where every little quote comes from, I don't read obscure things just to make myself seem better than everyone else"

Zemo grips the hand you had slapped his chest with and held it tightly, tugging you back to him so you were only inches away from his smirking face.

"But we are better than everyone"

With that, he pushes his lips onto yours and you melt into his embrace. Your hands reach up to clutch the fur collar of his coat, pulling his body as close to yours as you could manage. His hands trail down to your ass, cupping them and giving a little squeeze.

You squeak into the kiss making a chuckle rumble in Zemo's throat.

Eventually, when you two have to pull back for breath, you lean your forehead upon his, both your eyes closed as you pant.

"I've missed you all these years Zemo" you whisper to him, and as he opened his eyes again, you can see the sorrow and pain that was within them.

"I'm never leaving you again y/n"

"Do you promise?"

He lets out a little huff of laughter, "I pinky promise"

You smile at him look into his bright eyes, but slowly they darken before you, a paid expression coming over his face.

"Zemo?" you question, confused at the sudden change.

Something upon your arms tighten, like hands holding you yet you couldn't see anything. It hurt though, the pressure was painful upon you. Glancing back from your arms Zemo had turned deathly pale, and a trail of blood had started to fall from his nose.

"Zemo!?" you screamed out as sudden light started to surround your vision. A buzzing noise surrounded you, making you cringe in pain, your eyes shut momentarily.

When you opened them again, the surrounding had changed. People in suits swarmed you, all shouting at each other commands, laughing maniacally. You could feel clearly now a pair of hands at twisted your arms, holding them behind your back in a painful position that you were sure if you attempted to struggle, you would dislocate your arm. The person's warm breath was upon your neck, making you shiver in disgust.

"Come back to the living have we darling?" the voice growled, and it made you shiver due to how it was a woman's voice.

"Who knew with one blow you would collapse so easily"

The ringing sound in your ear, the dull ache on the side of your face suddenly makes a lot more sense to you, but still, your memory of what was happened and what had happened was completely fuzzy.

"Don't hurt her!" you hear a voice yell, and instantly your voice snapped up, recognising it straight away.

Your eyes focused on Zemo who was being forced down onto his knees, his arms, similar to you, were pulled behind him. His coat was torn, gashes of ripped open fabric on the back, part of the fur collar were pulled off and the part that remained was soaked in blood. His face was white, but blood dripped out of his nose, running down his face and he had a bruise forming by his eye. Still, he was thrashing in their grip, trying to fight his way out of it.

"She has nothing to do with this!" he yelled, teeth bare, seething.

The woman behind you tutted at him, her grip on you getting stronger making you whimper.

"Well now Zemo, you were the one who brought her along with you and your little friends, thinking you could fool me out of information"

"It wasn't a lie Selby" he tried to say but as he claimed it, one of the men holding him down on his knees lifted his fist as collided it with Zemo's face, instantly making his face snap to the side with a sickening crunch.

Zemo groaned in pain as you cried out for him, and slowly he spat out from blood and a tooth that had been knocked out of his mouth.

Now tears were streaming down your cheeks as you desperately tried to get out of Selby's grasp to rescue him, to help him, to do something. Your heart was breaking to see him so much in pain and you not being able to do anything.

"Don't lie to me Zemo" she says harshly, and then one of her hands leaves your arm to grasp your hair, pulling it was a force making you scream out in pain. "You wouldn't want to see your lovely bird in pain now would you?"

"Stop, stop" he murmured, his brain aching from the pain but in hearing your screams his voice picked up.

"Stop!" he yelled, tears swarming in his eyes as he looked back at you, antagonized to see you in pain.

"We run a very strict business here Zemo, and you broke the rules"

One of the men holding Zemo's arms behind him, raised his boot and placed it upon his back, slowly adding pressure forcing Zemo to be pushed to the ground while the man still held his arms up. Zemo yelled at the strain put upon his arms, his face scrunching up as he tried to steady himself. Yet the man continued to push down on Zemo and pull onto his arms until there was a loud pop, and Zemo's screams echoed across the room loudly.

His body spasmed from the overwhelming pain, his mouth opened wide as he screamed, blood-stained spit coming out of it, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head because of it, how his arms now hung loosely within the man's grip till his body slummed as he passed out.

That wasn't any fun to Selby however, who frowned at the Baron's limp form and the way your sobs make your body rack in her arm. Nodding to her men, they pulled Zemo's body up again, holding it so now he faced you, his head rolled forward but as they put some salts under his nose, it slowly pulled him out of his unconscious form.

One man grasped Zemo's hair and pulled his face up again, so he could do nothing but stare at you as you cried out for him, and though, in a daze, his heart was breaking at the sight.

Another man pulled up his gun and placed it upon the side of the Baron's head, pushing harshly into his clammy skin.

"No!" you screamed, desperately trying to pull yourself out of Selby's grasp. "Please! Don't! I'll do anything, anything, please"

Zemo desperately tried to shake his head at you, tears within his eyes from the pain but trying to warn you not to say something like that, but Shelby chuckled, gripping your jaw to force you to stop talking.

"You think you have a choice in what happens to you little bird. Look at your husband, he can't help you any longer, and your 'friends' are long gone. You are at the mercy of us, and we will force you to do anything, whether you want to or not"

Your eyes latch onto Zemo's again, and they were swarmed by pain, but most of all defeat.

"Execute him" Selby orders and you scream out one last time in panic, fear, heartbreak.

His eyes held yours, desperate to tell you all the things he couldn't say to you, how much he loved you, how much he had missed you and was thankful he had these last few days to be with you one last time, how worried he was for you. How much he adored you.

"I'm never leaving you again y/n"

"Do you promise?"

"I pinky promise"

You tried to close your eyes as you heard the gunshot out, but as Selby pulled your hair again you were forced to open them, forced to see his body slump to the floor, forced to see the blood pool out onto the floor and he laid motionless. You could hardly tell it was him from the way his head was now, covered in skin and blood. The face you had once loved, the lips that had kissed you passionately only a few hours ago, gone, ruined.

You screamed, you cried, your thrashed out as your heart was destroyed.

Selby held you there for a few minutes, wanting to get the dead body of your husband ingrained in your mind before she finally had you pulled away from his body, never to see him again.

The sun had grown cold and the stars had become old.

A/N: Might have gone a bit overboard with this one, but I just love angst so uh, sorry everyone, have a cookie 🍪

[anotheranimestan]

hi! I just read “all bark no bite” and omg it was so good!! looking forward to more of your writing and possible a part 2 if you get the chance!

Thank you!!!!!😃🧡 Your wish is my command!

All Bark No Bite (pt. 2)

Bakugo angst + sexual tensionnnn

Read part 1 here

wc: 3k

I hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write! Also why is he 👇 this fineee for no reason.

The next morning, you woke up trying to convince yourself it was all a dream...or a nightmare. But the way you could still feel the softness of his fingers around your neck completely contradicted your wishes. You also had to keep wiping little smiles off your face throughout your entire morning routine. You tried to combat them by listing all the things you hated about Bakugo but it was helpless. Every train of thought ended with the shape of his lips and how nicely they molded with yours.

You and Mina walked to class together and you swore she’d developed a mind reading quirk. You felt her eyes on you like a blazing sun. Although this was really all in your head. She only asked “are you okay?” because you kept looking at her like you’d committed a hate crime.

You and Bakugo didn’t look at each other once during class. No leg shaking, pen stealing or insults. Not even a well timed scoff when you were called on to answer a question. You tried your best to clear your mind and forget everything that had occurred in that hall last night. After a while of this torture you even were having a little bit of success.

But of course your peace was ruined as you walked to lunch. He couldn’t let you have anything. And of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey Little Bite, I hear we get to pick our groups for combat training today. All Might is going to make me a team captain, obviously. So if you want to be on my team let me know. I mean I assume you don’t wanna lose. You just gotta ask me nicely.” His usual cocky tone crept under your skin.

You desperately tried to ignore him as he followed you. Each footstep he started gaining on you being more annoying than the last. But what really did it was the pencil he threw at your head.

“Please, actively do not pick me.”

He ignored your objection and continued on his line of bullshit.

“I suppose I could take you. Your quirk would be useless, I’m all the attack power we’d need to win but I could use you as a decoy or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be on a team with you, moron. Your pea brain doesn’t know how to do anything but blow shit up. You’re like an explosive cave man. Besides being too close to you for too long makes me wanna vomit.”

He cackled. You knew exactly what he was thinking and immediately regretted your words.

“That’s weird—“

You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his head. But he just caught it and made it explode with a smug look on his face.

“Ugh. I cannot stand you.” You groaned.

“You sure about that?” He said with a suggestive eyebrow.

He was so hot....it made you want to punch him in the throat. Without thinking you shrugged off your backpack and swung it at his face. His reflexes bested you again though and he caught the bag, yanking it from you. The force was harder than you expected, it sent you flying into his chest. You both tumbled to the ground and landed shoulder to shoulder. Your skull hit a small rock with a wack. Rubbing the back of your head, shooting pain surfaced.

“Ow!! That fucking hurt dumbass!”

“Sor—“

You swung your arm, aiming to kill, and hit him in the stomach.

It must have really knocked the wind out of him because he made a loud grunting noise that hinted at his surprise. It wasn’t often people got to land a punch on Katsuki Bakugo. King Explosion Murder.

“Do that shit again Little Bite! You’ll regret it!” He grabbed your wrist, attempting to clear a way to get you back. You both started wresting trying to punch each other in the gut. Literally rolling around in the grass in a red hot death match of who could out curse the other.

“Omg, are you guys about to kiss right now?” Mina teased from out of absolutely nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

You both froze solid as the blood drained from your face. She knew about last night? How did she find out?!

“You told her!?” Bakugo’s entire face was contorting through a whole range of emotions. Shock, horror, embarrassment, accusation, cheekiness, embarrassment again.

“What!?” You panicked. “No! I didn’t!” You swear you didn’t. You replayed your whole morning in your head just to double check.

You turned to your pink friend. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. You watched the gears turn in her head as she realized she’d stumbled upon a miraculously juicy discovery.

“OH. MY. GOD!!! No freaking way!!” She squealed unable to contain herself.

She started blabbering as she attempted to cope with this information. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it.

Your stomach fell as you realized this fatal error. Wait....this wasn’t your error. You pushed him off you and you both scrambled to your feet.

“This is your fault! Why’d you say that!” You shoved a finger in Bakugo’s chest. Which actually hurt because....he’s solid.

“Don’t yell at me!” He yelled back at an even louder volume.

Mina started running around in little circles. “They kissed!!!” She then abruptly stopped in her tracks and you watched a lightbulb flicker on.

No.....

“KIRISHIMA!!!! KAMINARI!!!” She screamed as she ran toward the cafeteria.

“MINA DONT YOU FUCKING DA—“ Bakugo exploded into a full sprint to chase her down. But she was like a rocket.

You chased after them desperately trying to reconcile all this is your mind. But it was no use, your brain was melting. Everyone was about to find out. The relentless jokes...they would never end. You could die right here.

Both of them ran so fast you fell horribly behind. By the time you rounded the corner and caught up to them a whole event had already taken place.

Bakugo was screaming on the top of his lungs. You could practically see the steam coming off the top of his head.

Kaminari was standing there in his stupid form with a half torn shirt. Jesus, what did Bakugo do to him?

Mina and Kirishima were laying on the ground, their face covered in tears. They were laughing so hard no sounds were even coming out.

“Oh my god,” Mina squeaked out between gasps for air, “Bakugo has a crush.”

“It’s so adorable!” Kirishima said wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to stop laughing. With no success, they both bursted again after seeing Bakugo slamming his fists into the grass. The teasing was making him want to rip his eyes out. He couldn’t stand it.

“Shut up Kirishima!!!” He jumped on top of his friend and started repeatedly banging his head into the ground. Of course this did absolutely nothing to the hard head. It just made him laugh even more.

Poor Denki just stood there drooling with a little smile on his face and giggling.

You were frozen. Stunned. It was like watching a comedy movie in which you were the punchline.

But all the laughs fell a silent as a furious voice cut through the air.

“What is this.” It wasn’t a question. Mr. Aizawa looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and this used up his last bit of patience.

“Bakugo. Get off him immediately.” He growled.

You knew how this looked. Bakugo was attacking Kirishima after successfully making Kaminari fry his own brain. Your friends’ laughter wasn’t enough to hide Bakugo’s apparent violence even if it was over something as stupid as a kiss. Mr. Aizawa couldn’t possibly know that.

“I overlooked your behavior yesterday, picking a fight with Miss. y/n. But now attacking your other classmates as well? This is violent behavior is unacceptable.”

“Mr. Aizawa—“ Kirishima tried to defend his friend but it was no use.

“Not another word.” Your teacher was glaring at Bakugo with laser beams.

The hot head just stood there in silence with a scowl on his face and two tightly clenched fists. He was really just going to take the heat for everyone? No arguments?

“I’m putting you on house arrest for the rest of the day. No more classes and no combat training.” You watched the dagger go through Bakugo’s chest. Today was going to be offensive training with All Might. You knew he was looking forward to it. Guilt punched your core.

“Mr. Aizawa wait. I’m the one who picked a fight with him yesterday. I challenged him. He shouldn’t get into trouble because of me.” You shuffled toward him timidly. He was scary when he was like this.

Everyone looked at you in surprise. They all knew it was true, that you’d egged him on. And he wouldn’t be raging right now if you hadn’t kissed, so today was also partially your fault. But they were truly surprised because you normally would revel in Bakugo getting scolded. But you weren’t fucking evil. And this wasn’t Bakugo’s fault at all...although he really needed to get his fucking temper in check. Idiot.

“Is that true?” Aizawa asked Bakugo.

The hot head took a deep breath. “Does that sound like me at all? I’d never give into her weak attempts at baiting me. I fought her because I wanted to.”

Your eyes popped out at his words. He lied. Why the fuck would he do that?

Mr. Aizawa escorted Bakugo to the dorms, lecturing the entire way.

“This sucks.” Kirishima said with a frown.

“I know. I feel so bad!” Mina cried sadly.

You had no words. The four of you walked to lunch with drooping heads. You held Kaminari’s hand the whole way until his brain recharged.

Recalling you’d left your backpack in the quad you ran back to get it. Upon arrival you realized Bakugo’s backpack was also there. He wouldn’t even have his stuff with him to finish homework or study during house arrest. You groaned. This guilt was horrible. It ate at you for rest of the day. The rest of your friends didn’t feel any better. And combat training wasn’t the same for you without that familiar sound of explosions going off in the background. It actually made the class feel kind of empty.

As usual at the end of the day you sat in the common area with the rest of the girls.

“So...is it true y/n?” Ochaco poked hesitantly.

You glared at Mina. Loose lips as usual.

“Sorry y/n. I talk when I’m stressed.” Mina cried only kind of regretful.

You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to actually be upset with her. You were the villain here. Getting Bakugo into so much trouble.

“Yea.” You huffed out. Talking about it made you cringe. It was like admitting your sworn rival had defeated you somehow. Even if you sort of didn’t mind the way he did it...

“What was it like?” Mina asked excited for the details.

“Is he a good kisser?” Ochaco added.

Your mind fell into a fog as you replayed the kiss again. Your skin went electric as you remembered the feel of his hands on your waist and those noises he was making. His lips wrapped around yours....

“Oh my god...Ochaco shes in love!” Mina concluded from you zoning out for what ended being like 15 seconds of you staring into space with a little smile on your face. She was practically singing.

“I am not!” You yelled flustered.

“Why are so many people yelling today?” Kirishima chuckled as he rounded the corner to join the couch.

“So is he mad?” Mina’s voice had changed into the sad one from earlier.

“I don’t know. Every time I knock he just tells me to go away. But that’s not that different from normal honestly.” He smiled. Their friendship was so odd.

Suddenly his backpack flashed through your mind. It was sitting in your room.

You got up to leave. You tried to be sneaky about it as they discussed how to cheer the victim up. But to no avail, they’d never let you sneak off again.

“Where you going huh?” Mina’s voice was painfully suggestive.

“To my room!”

“Uh huh, we’ve heard that one before.”

You stuck your tongue at her.

Kirishima twisted to face you over the back of the couch. “So if I ask Bakugo tomorrow if he saw you tonight he’s gonna say no, right?” Who knew he could be this ruthless. No mercy.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You’d been cornered.

“Look. He left his backpack earlier and I’m just going to give it to him! Jeez do you want to do it or something Kiri?” You were seething.

“Nahh, you should do it. He’ll just yell at me to go away again.” He winked. It made you cringe again.

You could peel your skin off from this teasing. But you know someone who hated it even more. You knew that’s why he wouldn’t let Kirishima into his room.

You ran off before they could crack any more jokes.

On your way to the elevators you heard a creepy cackle come from somewhere. You spun around, alarmed, as a “what the fuck” escaped your lips. Your eyes landed on one eyeball peeking through the crack of a doorway.

“Can I get a kiss too?” The voice was wet with drool and lust. “Just one?”

“I will kick your face in Mineta.”

The door quickly shut. Did Mina tell the fucking whole class!?

With more haste now you stormed to your room to get the stupid backpack that was causing you so many problems and made your way to your other problem’s door.

Before you knocked you realized your hands were shaking. Nervous? Seriously, over this moron? You shook it off with resolve and knocked.

“Fuck off Denki, for the hundredth fucking time I’m busy!” A gruff voice yelled from behind the door.

“Oh please, busy with what?” You retorted reflexively. Earlier you had decided you were going to try to be nicer but that sentiment wore off as soon as you heard his annoying voice.

The door swung open.

“What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

Your mind went blank. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Of course it made his biceps look better than normal. He was wearing a black t-shirt that made his skin look perfectly tanned and was snug in all the right places. And why did he always smell so good damn. Today it was like vanilla and woodsy aftershave.

Stop staring. Stop staring. Speak bitch.

“Here’s your backpack. You should keep better track of it. I had to carry it around all day. That’s annoying.” You tossed it at him.

Why couldn’t you say anything nice? He took the heat for everyone. It’s like your mouth was rebelling against you.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Maybe you should work out more weakling.”

Panic panged in your chest as he started to shut the door in your face.

“Wait—“ you stopped it with your hand.

He paused. Mild interest dawned his brow.

“Why—why did you lie?”

“What?”

“To Mr. Aizawa. You could have told him it was my fault.”

“What do you care?” He pressed. His tone always managed to infuriate you.

You spun on your heels and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”

“Because I felt bad. You hurt your stupid head.”

You’d forgotten about that with all the guilt that had been overrunning your head. It didn’t even hurt anymore. You were surprised he’d even noticed.

“Oh.”

“But obviously you’re fine now so I guess it was all for nothing.” He added quickly trying to sound indignant.

The guilt punched you again. Especially now that you were face to face with him. He didn’t even look mad. He actually looked calm. And he looked good. You tried to deny your attraction to him. But flashes of his hand on your waist started invading your mind again. You could feel him wrapped around your neck. The way he was gentle and rough at the same time.

“Instead of just standing there you could actually make yourself useful. You owe me anyways.”

You snapped out of it trying not to look flustered. You shot him a confused and slightly offended look.

“Fill me in on what I missed in class...” he explained. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact though.

“Are you saying you need my help?” You had to do it. You couldn’t not take an opportunity.

“Tch. Obviously no—“

“Let’s do it. Move.” You said as you pushed past him into his room. Your hand made full contact with his abs and you felt that heat again.

He shut the door behind you and your heart started off like a race horse as you heard him lock it.

You suspected it was to lock the other boys out. God forbid they catch you in his room after all this.

Shit....you were in his room. Alone. With your hot head. The day after he kissed you. The evening after he took all the fury of Mr. Aizawa for you and moments after he asked you to help him study even though he gets way better grades than you.

He cleared a spot for you to sit on his bed and then leaned back into his chair with his hands locked behind his head. His flexing muscles were distracting you again.

“You better actually remember everything.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.

His words were supposed to rile you but the way he looked at you, like he was secretly loving that you were here was making your stomach flutter. You could feel your face red and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. At this rate you were going to throw yourself at him before he had the chance to kiss you again. As long as you two didn’t start fighting again first.....

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💥 YES there will be a pt 3!!! 💥

It’s going to be called “sTuDyiNg” HAHA (hint: Bakugo doesn’t actually wanna study “dumbass”)

Update: Pt.3 is up now!! Read it here

[atsukashii]

❝cold showers❞ // atsumu miya

➛ SYNOPSIS: all hell breaks loose when your boyfriend takes it upon himself to use all the hot water in the middle of winter. 

» CHARACTER PAIRING: atsumu miya x reader

» WORD COUNT: 1.8k

» GENRE: post time- skip, aged up characters, MSBY time period

» WARNINGS: kinda suggestive (17+), and just some self indulgent domestic chaos that no one asked for

« masterlist || ao3 »

“Atsumu!” Your shriek echoes loudly off your bathroom walls as the water you have been previously standing under rapidly changes from a relaxing warmth to rival that of arctic temperatures.

It takes your boyfriend only seconds to leave his place on the couch where he had been watching reruns of his latest match to practically kick down the bathroom door.

“Sweetheart? What happened?!” The concern in his voice on another day would have melted you into a useless puddle, but right now you are freezing your ass off because of him - so you only defrosted ever so slightly. Once his brown eyes meet your own through the steam that’s quickly slipping out through the open doorway, you want to growl as his eyes distractedly lower from your face as his brain catches up with what he just walked in on.

With a scoff of frustration, you grab your towel off the rack placed next to the shower and quickly cover yourself in an attempt to keep your boyfriends attention. “Atsumu.”

“Yes?” his eyes are still glued to your towel and you rest a hand on your hip as the other clutched tightly to the top of your towel. It’s not like you’re embarrassed to be seen as naked as the day you were born by your boyfriend, as you’ve been dating for years and it wasn’t the first time this had happened. You just wanted all of his attention so you could see the fear of God in his eyes as you kill him.

“You used all the hot water,” You growl out, and maybe it’s the anger in your tone that forces his warm gaze back to your face. “Again.” you finish for good measure. Because this was the third time this had happened this week, and it was Thursday.  Running a hand through his blonde locks, you refuse to let your eyes stray to the way his biceps bulge at the movement. It was a tactical move on his behalf, one you both recognize as a way to lessen the blow of your frustration, but it wasn’t going to work this time.

“Sweetheart, I thought something bad had happened.” Atsumu sighs, resting his weight against the now open doorway realizing that his attempt to sway you from anger is in vain.

“Oh trust me something bad did happen. I was halfway through washing my hair when all the hot water suddenly disappeared. Care to share why that would be Atsumu?” You interrogate and the asshole has the audacity to flash his panty-dropper smirk at you, which proceeds in just pissing you off more.

“I had a gruelling practice today so I treated myself to a spa treatment.”

“I swear to god if you used one of my fancy face masks…” You groan, trodding your sopping wet feet towards the sink, where you open the cabinets. Reaching in you rip out the box of the fancy face masks that your friend had bought you for your birthday and begin to count them. To be honest, you wouldn’t really care if he used one. In fact, on any bad days that you have, your boyfriend takes it upon himself to give you both DIY self-care of facemasks and wine on the couch. This time though, you know you’re being petty, but you can’t help it. Your hair is still full of conditioner, there’s no hot water left, it’s winter and you’re freezing cold. Letting out a sigh you close the cabinet closed and turn on the faucet for the sink, deciding to try and rinse out the rest of the conditioner in the sink rather than getting back in the hellish shower.

“You know there’s a way to get around this hot water situation right?” Atsumu finally speaks up as he watches you begin to rid the conditioner from your hair. Your eyes close as you shove your head under the faucet and use both hands to try and quickly get the conditioner out as fast as possible.

“And what’s what Atsumu.” You reply, exhausted with the conversation and the whole day. You just want this out of your hair so you can make yourself into a blanket burrito on the couch and watch your favorite show in peace.

“It’s simple, we just shower together. Can you please stop calling me Atsumu? It’s wiggin’ me out sweetheart” You pause your actions and raise your head to look through the mirror at his pouting face. He’s dead serious, you know it, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes that light up something in your chest. Come on sweetheart, bite back, his eyes seem to say. Normally you would, but instead, you just glare at his stupidly attractive face before bending back down to finishing rinsing your hair. You both stay in silence as you finish up before purposely grabbing his towel off the drying rack on the wall and using it to quickly somewhat dry your hair, all along making a conscious decision to have your back facing your boyfriend. It’s only when you put the towel back and turn to face him do you notice his child-like pout.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…” no he’s not. He lowers his eyebrows and looks at you through his long lashes, practically batting his eyes at you and you sweat to god there are stars shooting from his eyes.

“No, you’re not. Seriously Tsumu, if you want to take a shower that’s longer than twenty minutes then shower at the gym.” As you watch the smile rapidly begin to pull across your boyfriend’s lips, you doubt he actually heard it. Fine then, drastic times call for even more dramatic measures. Quickly, you turn back to the shower and grab the shower hose from the wall before spinning back on Atsumu.

“No more long showers.” His eyes drag back down your frame, his head nodding absentmindedly whilst fire blazes to life in his eyes. You know exactly what he’s thinking and there’s no way in hell that’s going to happen right now. So this time, not bothering to speak to try and gain his attention once more, you don’t hesitate to reach out and turn the nozzle on, unleashing a blast of frigid water right into Atsumu’s face. The ear ringing shriek that leaves his mouth has you bursting into laughter and making you wish you’d been recording the event. Turning off the nozzle between your bubbles of laughter, you eye Atsumu as he wipes the water from his face with a deadly calm. But once his eyes open and he sees your laughing form, all the tension in his shoulders fades until he’s smirking too.

“You think that’s funny gorgeous?” He asks, taking a step towards you.

“Hilarious. How’s the temperature TsumTsum?” You laugh teasingly as he takes another predatory step towards you.

“Fucking cold and you know it.” He sees your hand slowly reaching towards the nozzle and freezes in his place. “You wouldn’t.” Atsumu’s eyes narrow as you bite your lip to hold in another laugh as you see the torn expression of wanting to get you back but also wanting to get the hell out of there.

“Oh I so would,” You reply with a laugh as you turn on the water once more, completely soaking your boyfriend as he darts forward to drag the showerhead out of your hands. “Tsumu no!” You cry out as he joins you in the shower trying to pry the metal from your hands whilst also being blasted in the face. “Let go you demon!” he tries to say seriously but bursts into laughter at the end when your constant tug of war on the showerhead earns you a blast of water to the face. It’s not until Atsumu reaches behind you to turn off the water do you feel your legs slipping from underneath you. The second you feel yourself falling, there are steady arms behind your back and honey brown eyes right above your own.

“Oh god,” You exhale, the breath rushing out of your lungs as adrenaline pumps through your body at the feeling of slipping. You don’t even feel the cold water blasting across your legs from where you both dropped the showerhead, instead you find yourself smiling up at Atsumu.

“Actually my name’s Atsumu, but sure I can answer to God too. Anything for you gorgeous” The moment breaks as your boyfriend smirks at you with complete seriousness.

“That was so lame. Now let me go you big oaf.” You say trying to keep the laugh threatening to bubble out of your lips, trapped inside your throat.

“Lame? Lame? Wanna repeat that sweetheart?” Atsumu laughs as he releases you, only to catch you again a few inches from the floor.

“Tsumu!” You howl, clutching your boyfriend’s sopping shirt in your fists so even if he chooses to, he can’t drop you. He tries it again, but you cling to him like a spider monkey. His amusement floods the room and you glare up at your boyfriend.

“It’s not funny.” Your attempt to argue is pathetic considering you’re trying not to laugh, and he can tell. It’s only at that moment, standing in the shower soaking wet in your towel and hanging of your equally as soaked boyfriend, do you finally feel the biting chill in the air. “We’re going to catch colds standing here.” Atsumu’s teasing expression morphs into something so beautifully soft that your heart flutters against your ribs.

“You mean to say that if we stand here for longer, it’ll result in you being my nurse for a while. Can’t say I don’t like the thought sweetheart.” Although his words are taunting, his eyes are serious as they train on your own. Slowly as if to make it even more tortuous, his breath fans across your lips and suddenly you can’t remember what you had even been mad about earlier. As his mouth finally brushes against yours, the air leaves your lungs at the nagging tingle that jumps to life on your spine. It’s only a gentle kiss, one that lingers for but a moment before falling away, but that doesn’t mean it makes your heart race any less. “Wanna watch a movie? I made dinner,” He asks as he pulls away, but not quite letting you go.

Raising your eyebrows, you call out your boyfriends shit right there. “You made dinner?” It’s no secret Atsumu can’t cook, considering he almost lived off craft mac and cheese for three days when you had to take a trip out of town.  With an over-exaggerated groan, Atsumu slips from the shower stall, stripping out of his wet shirt before reaching into a cupboard and grabbing two dry towels.

“Okay I didn’t personally make it, but someone with my face did.” meaning Osamu.

“Oh good real food.” You grin, snatching the free towel out of Atsumu’s hands before quickly exchanging your wet one for the new one. “Can you heat it up whilst I change?” You feel Atsumu’s gaze follow you as you walk out of the bathroom and towards your shared bedroom.

“Need help with that?”

“Not since you made me have a freezing shower I don’t. Use all the hot water again and your new residence will be the couch, at Osamu’s apartment.” You call back over your shoulder as you raid your dresser for some warm clothes. As you change, you’re trying not to laugh as Atsumu’s muffled voice sounds up the hallway.

“Shorter showers? I can sooo do that.”

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For You (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart Book 1 Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC  (Dr. Lilac Allende)  Word count: 800  Summary: Ethan confronts Landry. Prompts: #27. “I didn’t ask you to do that”/ “You didn’t have to” #44. “You don’t have to pretend with me” 50 Ways to Say “I Love You” prompts

Ethan feels the absence of her touch like a sting, heavy and pressing into the surface of his chest. He watches her go, the reassuring smile she is sending him a much needed anchor through the tempest. Every movement of her body is light, singing with hope and confidence. 

Confidence in him and his ability save Naveen. 

“Jonah,” he says before he can stop the word. 

Ethan's entire being whirs with the fierce need to give her everything. In the small pause that follows, his besotted mind draws up memories of their night together, his skin sizzling where her lush lips kissed it, his ears buzzing with echoes of the sounds she made from under him. 

Last night, he gladly surrendered everything at her feet—his body, his mind, his restraint. Today, he wants to give her this fragment of himself, too. 

“What?”

“My middle name. Ethan Jonah Ramsey.”

Lilac pauses briefly, immediately understanding his intention. The smile she gives him melts any remnants of his steely defenses. 

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey,” she whispers to herself, tasting the name. She accepts it like the precious, missing piece of a mosaic before she disappears through the door. 

Minutes later, Olsen's pale, lanky form appears at the doorway, spilling into the room in a rush. 

“Sorry, we forgot our coats,” he explains, slightly breathless. 

Olsen still wears that proud, joyous smile from Ethan's false praise. Looking back, Ethan is surprised he could get the words out through his disgust, teeth grit so tightly, his jaw had ached. Lilac's gracious smile as she shared the credit and extended the olive branch had been his only motivation. 

Ethan would have done anything for her. He would have lied a thousand times over to a traitorous rat to protect that fragile, innocent kindness she offered so willingly. 

Olsen's smile is sheepish as he gathers the forgotten coats, as though they're both in on some kind of quiet secret. Ethan's stomach tightens in a vice-like grip. 

“I know it was you.”

Olsen freezes. 

“You betrayed Lilac and sabotaged her at every turn.”

The younger doctor drains of color, looking paler than ever before. He merely stares at Ethan, stunned, as though his brain lost all capability of speech. 

“I—” 

The murderous look Ethan flashes him is enough to silence him. 

“Allow me to outline what will happen moving forward,” Ethan continues, voice deathly calm. “I have no use for doctors who deliberately endanger patients for their own gain. Not in the diagnostics team and not at Edenbrook.”

The words are daggers, expertly aimed at the quivering, pale doctor. Olsen looks on the verge of fainting. 

“Starting next week, you no longer have a place at Edenbrook.” This Ethan says calmly, even though his pulse is a vindictive thunderstorm in his chest. “A colleague at Mass Kenmore is willing to accept your transfer, effective immediately. I would accept, Dr. Olsen, and I'd consider myself fortunate.”

Pale and practically quivering, the traitor seems to remember that Ethan is no longer a doctor at Edenbrook and as such, he holds no power over him. Ethan almost laughs at that.

“Believe me, Dr. Olsen, one word from me and I can make your career a living nightmare. Whether I’m on Edenbrook’s payroll or not.” 

Olsen stammers pathetically, knowing this to be true about Ethan’s influence. He looks torn between voicing his objection and sparing what little of his dignity remains. Proving to be far more intelligent than he looks, he chooses the latter because he swallows, acquiescing with a single nod. 

The lethal silence is an indication that Ethan has nothing else to add. At least, he has nothing civil left to say. If it were entirely up to him, his balled fists would have connected with his pitiful, blanched face. 

Olsen turns on his heel with the conviction of a wounded animal set on escaping the killing blow. 

Minutes after his hasty departure, Lilac appears at the door, looking mystified. She no doubt crossed paths with the traitor and sensed something was amiss. As she studies Ethan's expression, the final piece of the mystery clicks into place and understanding slowly starts to dawn.

She is quiet for a long moment. 

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t have to.”

They hold each other's gaze, the space separating them pulsing with the unsaid. 

At last, Lilac inhales sharply, eyes shining with emotion, the tendons of her neck working. Ethan is at her side at once, gently lifting her chin to face him. His pulse races, elated that he can finally act on every impulse of being near her. 

“I'm sorry if I acted out of line,” he murmurs. “Everything you told me last night… He betrayed you and I couldn't let that stand.”

Lilac presses her lips into a flat line, face taut with resignation.

“It doesn't matter anymore, Ethan. What he did— I've accepted it. There's no use in dwelling.”

Her voice is even, controlled, but Ethan can see the effort it takes her. Even as she says the practiced words, he can see the pain flitting in her eyes. Sorrow and loss drip from every syllable, eroding the brave front she puts on for the world. 

His heartbeat an ardent song against his ribcage, Ethan leans down to press his forehead against hers. 

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Lilac's hot breath caresses his cheek as she takes in his words. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, basking in their meaning, in their irrefutable truth. 

“Thank you.”

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50 Ways to Say “I Love You” prompts | Prompts Masterlist

Edit: I fixed my sleep deprived mistake lol

A/N: Thank you for reading! Thank you anonymous and @springsandstorms for the prompts!

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