#and has to like. adjust to being there with seemingly no way back. she's w/o her sister for the first time ever really and is stressed

[buttercupart]

bird: acquired

[emeren]

speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk) 

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise. 

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her. 

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features. 

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.” 

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side. 

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.” 

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him. 

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least. 

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?” 

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.” 

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled. 

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.” 

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.” 

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor. 

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school. 

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race. 

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?” 

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off. 

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name. 

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start. 

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.” 

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes. 

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!” 

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly. 

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...” 

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median. 

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him. 

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!” 

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!” 

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare. 

eren lost? 

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right. 

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.” 

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it. 

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls. 

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends. 

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway. 

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean. 

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head. 

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best. 

***************

“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch. 

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.” 

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.” 

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her. 

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?” 

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain. 

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in. 

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal. 

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes. 

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. 

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.” 

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.” 

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.” 

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes. 

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet. 

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap. 

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people. 

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you. 

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed. 

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest. 

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing. 

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.” 

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd. 

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you. 

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you. 

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.” 

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.” 

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.” 

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”  

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.” 

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought. 

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.” 

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.” 

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours. 

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.” 

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?” 

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth. 

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach. 

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away. 

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was. 

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.” 

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit. 

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it. 

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders. 

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot? 

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away. 

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin. 

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.” 

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?” 

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.  

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.” 

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement. 

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.” 

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic. 

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back. 

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.” 

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you. 

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts. 

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.” 

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off. 

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts. 

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do. 

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin. 

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat. 

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit. 

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side. 

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.” 

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly. 

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure. 

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt. 

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain. 

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady. 

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good. 

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair. 

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself. 

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold. 

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.” 

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours. 

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant. 

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.” 

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off. 

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water. 

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?” 

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra. 

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze. 

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt. 

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape. 

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?” 

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.” 

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep. 

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back. 

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center. 

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself. 

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline. 

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.” 

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless. 

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid. 

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.” 

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking. 

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.” 

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.” 

“yes what?” 

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.” 

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation. 

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body. 

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt. 

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence. 

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.” 

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you. 

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep. 

“night, casanova.” 

<3 <3 <3 

[moved2usagiiboo]

That body belongs to me

Warnings: HardDom!Mitsuya, squirting, spanking, oral male receiving, manipulative!Mitsuya, breeding, spit, female fingering.

Mitsuya, a successful rookie designer and his stunning model girlfriend clash heads when his beloved wishes to wear a dress from another designer to boost her credibility as a model. Her boyfriend wasn't happy with her decision in the least bit.

Author note; I've been sitting on this for a while, it randomly came to me when I was day dreaming in things that would piss Mitsuya off. For some reason I love making guys mad ✊🏿

Mitsuya, ever since he was younger wanted to become a fashion designer and in the face of all adversity he successed. He never complained about living situation, about never having time for himself, nor how he grew up too fast. How he was never able to just be a kid, he faced his problems head on and worked towards his dreams through it all.

He was an inspiration to everyone around him, his sisters, friends, and you.

Y/n Kataga, you met him during your third year of highschool. Your family had just moved to Japan due to a travel assignment your mom accepted. You had been adjusting to your new life in Japan, trying to figure out where things were, what's what. You were trying your best to adapt to the change, for your mom's sake. Lord knows how stress she has been, going through a divorce, raising 4 kids seemingly on her own. You wanted to help her out, even if it was just a little bit.

Your mother has been working so hard that she hasn't been able to explore Japan, going to work and straight home. It's been a few months since you moved to Japan, still being on summer break you didn't have to worry about school just yet. You made your brothers breakfast, cleaned the house, and set out to explore the city.

That's when you came across two little girls crying at the park, you went to see what was the matter with them. At first they were weary of you.

"N-Nii-san said not to talk to strangers..." The older one spoke up.

"Well, I'm a nice stranger who doesn't like seeing such pretty little girls cry. I just wanna help hm?" You spoke in your softest tone to gain the trust of the little girls.

They were still cautious of you but something told them they could trust you, they told you their names. Mana and Luna. They were absolutely adorable, you held the youngest one in your arm while holding the hand of the older one.

"So, what's does your big brother look like?" You asked the girls while walking around the block to see if you could find him, realizing without a description it would be a lot harder to spot him.

"Like a prince!" The little one cheered joyfully. You could only laugh at how she admired her older brother.

"Ey? Is that so?" You looked down at the older sister, she nodded aggressively agreeing with.

"Well, we can't just say we're looking for a prince can we? Any distinctive things about him?"

"Oh oh! He has purple hair!" Mana recalled.

"And he has piercings." Luna interjected, putting a finger to her chin thinking about other things that would help describe her brother, "and he's really tall!" She finished.

"So purple hair, tall, and piercings, got it." You repeated their description of their brother wondering just what type of person he really was. He seemed interesting in the least bit.

The morning sun slowly began to set as you and the girls walked around looking for this boy. You lot went in and out of stores asking around trying to find this mystery brother, you began to think that he left off without them. What a dick.

As the evening sun began to roll in the little girls grew tired, as did you. In the end you all ended up back at the park sitting on the bench with the girls crying themselves to sleep while laying on your lap fearful for what would happen to them.

You caressed their hair trying to comfort them as beads of tears landed onto your pants. Maybe you should file a missing children's report, you zoned out as you tried to think of ways to bring these children back to their parents or brother.

"Mana! Luna!" A gruff voice called out, through the corner of your eye you could see a tall boy running through the streets calling the names of the little girls now sleeping in your lap.

"O-over here!" You yelled waving your hands like a mad man to signal the young man. You caught his attention. He began to run over to the park. As he got closer you could see him, his piercings, the purple hair.. The way his skin looked in the evening light, he really did look like a prince.

"Mana, Luna, look it's your big brother." You softly shook the girls awake.

"Nii-san?" Luna muttered wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked up and saw her brother standing running towards them.

"NII-SAN!" She shouted, almost tripping trying to get out of your lap she ran up to him hugging his legs.

"Nii-san, nii-san, nii-san." She chanted it like a mantra, "was so scared, thought you left us!" She cried out holding onto his legs as her tears fell.

"I would never leave you guys, never." He comforted her, bending down to her height enclosing her in tight hug. You watched this sentimental moment with a soft smiled curled on your lips.

"Mana, look." You whispered softly. She opened her eyes and saw her brother hugging her older sister.

"Nii-chan!!!" She exclaimed running to him hugging him tightly.

You got up from the bench, dusting yourself off. You looked at the girls and they seemed okay, it was time for you to head home. You turned the opposite way and began to walk off.

"W-Wait!" The boy called out. You hummed in question, turning around to face him. The boy gets up bringing his sisters with him.

"Mana tells me you looked all around the city with them to find me... Thank you." He says gratefully, he bows his head forcing his sisters' heads down in the process with his hands.

"I-its okay! Please lift your heads, seriously!" You stutter out, you lock your hands together behind your back feeling shy all of the sudden, "It wasn't a big deal, they were really sweet." You smiled. They lifted their hands, Mana and Luna locked hands with their older brother watching you with their beady eyes.

"They seem to really like you, they normally aren't so accepting of people." He confessed with a chuckle.

"Maybe I'm special." You smugly say.

"I'd say... Takes a different type of person to spend all day with kids you don't know, just go make sure they get home..." He pauses locking eyes with you, "you're amazing."

He's so genuine every word was spoken with respect and appreciation, you never seen this before in a guy. Not a hint of sarcasm, nothing. Just pure. You felt your face heat up as you locked eyes, you quickly averted your eyes turning your body the opposite direction.

"W-Well, I'm just happy they found you." You stuttered out once again, you covered your face with your hands feeling the heat seep through. How embarrassing. You suddenly shook as your pocket began to vibrate.

"Oh shit!" You closed your mouth, "I mean, oh crud...." You look back at the little girls hoping they didn't catch that. "I, I have to go!" You looked at your phone realizing you had over 60 messages and 9 missed calls from your mother. You began to run off waving goodbye before disappearing into the evening sun. You didn't even catch the young boy asking for your name.

When you made it home, you got yelled at for what seemed like hours. Your mother took your phone and any freedom you thought you had. It was fine though, at least those girls made it home, you didn't have to worry, yet they were still occupying your mind.

Much less they and more like, him. He was running through your mind, over and over you replayed your interaction feeling more and more embarrassed everytime you think about what you did. You felt your heart beat faster when you hear him repeat the words, "you're amazing".

You didn't think you'd see him again, but you did. It was spring, the flowers were blooming, bees were buzzing, birds chirping, sun shining as beautifully as ever and the only thing you could think about was that boy. You didn't even get his name. It's crazy how much a first impression will impact you. You wondered if he went to the same school as you, actually, you hoped so, but that would be too much of a coincidence, it will start to seem like you guys were.... Soulmates. You couldn't help but squeal at the idea, how perfect would your life be.

"Snap out of it!" You slapped your face as you stood outside your classroom, you took in deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Your first class of the day, go in, make good impressions and you'll be able to make friends. You hoped, you prayed you didn't say anything too embarrassing.

The first introduction went smoothly, despite stuttering a couple of times. You even got a few numbers from some girls in the class who liked the way you did your hair. Things were going great, only, your dream boy wasn't here. Why would he be? Stop being so hopeful for things that will never happen.

You made your way to the home economics club making a delivery for your teacher who was too busy grading papers to make the delivery himself. You had no problem doing it, it was lunch break and you had nothing better to do after all. Maybe you could make some more friends, plus side you could check out the club and see if it's something you want to do. After all, you always wanted to be a model, might as well see what this club is like.

You carried boxes that were twice your height but quite light despite the size of them. You could barely see the door but you could see the class number. Now onto the problem you now have, how to open the door, you held the boxes with both of your hands. If you even move one hand it will all come toppling down. Then comes, the bright idea. You stood there trying to open the door with your foot, trying your hardest not to fall over due to lack of balance.

You should've taken those yoga classes with your mom! Curses.

It wasn't long till the door opened up, your ears perked hearing the sound.

"Wow, you're carrying a lot, you could've called out I would've came sooner." You heard a soft voice speak out, it was smooth like honey yet deep. Whoever this voice belonged to was blessed.

"Sorry! I didn't want to disturb anyone....." You mutter softly.

"Come on in, let me help you." He spoke reaching to grab some of your boxes.

"Nu-huh, I got it!" You chirped back, you heard him laugh softly as you felt his hand touch your back as he guided you into the room, his touch oh-so soft. Normally you would feel uncomfortable with this but with him, it felt okay. Felt nice actually.

You swatted these thoughts following the guide of his hand.

"You can set them here." He stated talking half of your boxes setting them down on the table.

"Hey, I said I had-" Finally you could see, and thank god you could. You locked eyes with your prince. The boy from the park. Both of your eyes widened as it hit you guys.

"You're the guy from the park!"

"You're the girl from the park!"

You both yelled out, you could only laugh at accusations you yelled at the same time.

"Wow, who knew we'd end up in the same school?" Talk about fate." He smiled.

His smile was so bright, just like that day you met. He hasn't changed. He's so pretty....

"Y-Yeah, fate.." You cursed yourself for the person you became when you were around him, your voice felt soft and weak. Your face constantly felt hot, your heart beating out of your chest. Was it...

Love at first sight?

"You know, I never caught your name." He speaks out trying to lightening the mood after seeing your awkward disposition, slightly fidgeting your fingers, twirling the heel of your foot.

"Right! I never caught yours either, I'm Y/n Kataga!" You replied cheerfully with a huge smile that blinded him. He held his hand out to shake yours,

"Takashi Mitsuya, pleasure to meet you Y/n." He smiled back, you looked at his hand and shook it.

That was the start of something bigger than the both of you. You both became close very quickly, bonding over your love of fashion and modeling. He introduced you to his friends, mother, re-introducing you to his sisters, officially. They were so happy to see you again, soon enough you guys were like a small family.

You learned all about him through stories from Chifuyu and Draken, you knew about Toman and his past gang life, how he raised his sisters, you knew all of it. You felt special, even though you weren't present during that time, you felt as if you were there with him. It was perfect and you would cherish these stories forever.

Mitsuya learned everything about you, much less from asking and more by observing. He learned how stressed you'd get when meeting new people, how you bit your lip while concentrating, how you fidget your fingers and advert your eyes in the cutest way when you were feeling shy. He learned it all. He loved learning more about you, you were like a book he couldn't put down. You, Y/n had him completely obsessed, wrapping around your perfect little finger.

One day you told him about how you wanted to be a model, then and there he proposed you model for him and only him. He'd make you beautiful clothes that match your style and you wear them for him.

Of course you agreed, his designs are gorgeous. He's really talented, and now you had an excuse to be around him more. Not like you needed one, all it took was one text and he would be running to you, wherever you were.

Fourth year of highschool, final year, Mitsuya was going to the College of Designs and you had a job opportunity to work under famous models. You were separating, and only after a year of being together. You haven't even confessed yet. To be honest you didn't even know if you should, what if you ruined what you had. You didn't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship, but you wanted to be more than friends. You wanted more than hugs when he dropped you off, you needed more than your hand gently brushing against his. You deserved more than unnoticed glances at him when he was too busy making designs to notice your stares.

But he did, he noticed it all. He knew, kind of. He had a suspicion, after all Hina was whispering things to him about you and your little secret crush. It came out a few months back that you liked this guy but refused to say who he was. You only gave vague details about him, but in those details he saw himself, maybe he was being overzealous but he prayed it was him you liked and not some other guy. Only he could treat you like the princess you were, you were his since the day he met you.

"Y/n, wanna go to the park?" He asked pointing to the small park across the street.

"That's...." You said as you walked towards the park. You glided your finger against the slide where you first found Mana and Luna crying their eyes out.

You made your way over to the swing where you sat down softly smiling at the memories. When you first fell in love.

"Yeah, where we first met." Mitsuya smiled sat the memory, he walked behind you. Taking your hands and placing them on the chains holding the swing up. You got used to these soft touches, you hated them. They were the touches that could lead to more but never did, you despised them but took whatever you could get. You were greedy, you couldn't help it. Mitsuya began pushing you on the swing, comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you felt the wind softly brush against your face as he pushed you at just the right pace, the night moon looking more beautiful than it has before, maybe it's because you're with him.

"You were cute back then." Mitsuya spoke up.

"What? Saying I'm not cute now?" You scoff at his claim. Feigning to be hurt.

"Not what I'm saying." He rolled his eyes, you were his little drama queen.

"Then what are you saying Mr. Takashi Mitsuya?" You asked looking behind you to lock eyes with the man pushing you. He had that look in his eyes, the one he has when he's sketching clothes or working on bringing his design to life, the eyes of complete concentration and admiration. He leaned down, holding either of your eyes with his own bracing himself. He locked his lips with yours without a single word, not even a warning. His lips were slightly cracked yet soft. The kiss was one that told you everything.

"I've always loved you."

Since that day, it was official. You were his and he was yours. You were a picture perfect relationship, arguments were rare with him, he was kind, considerate, supportive. He was just perfect. You took each others' firsts and planned on taking everything from each other till their was nothing left.

Like said before, arguments were rare. Only sparking when Mitsuya wasn't talking care of himself like he should have been to finish a project, or you put yourself at risk for your career.

Arguments weren't a thing with you two, but when it happened, they were heated and here you two are, present day. Hashing it out.

"And I'm telling you I can protect myself!" You shouted at your lover who had his arms crossed peering at you over the kitchen counter.

"It doesn't matter if you can protect yourself or not, he's dangerous." He spat back completely ignoring your statement.

"He's not dangerous, he's an awkward kid trying to get his product out there," you groaned frustrated at your lover, "you know what that's like..." You mumble.

"Yeah, I do, but at least I wasn't shady." He gruffed, rolling his eyes.

"Mitsuya! He's not shady. Ugh!" You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air.

"You're in denial. You're not doing it. Period." He said the turning around no longer facing you, diverting his attention to the food on the stove.

"You don't tell me what I can and can not do." You pettily said walking out of the room and into your own slamming the door. You plopped onto your bed screaming into your pillow. Pissed at how stubborn he could be. You laid face first into the pillow not moving, until you got a ding on your phone. It was a text, you lifted your head to check your phone.

Aykoyama

"This Monday, 8am? How does that sound? 🙂"

Aykoyama, a new designer, you met him on a photoshoot and exchanged numbers. Normally you wouldn't model for anyone other than Mitsuya but you figured once wouldn't hurt. Besides, you need to build your clientele as a model, you would want him to branch out with different models as well. It's for work, nothing more.

Y/n

I'm sorry, I don't think I can anymore-

"You don't tell me what I can and can not do"

'Fuck you Mitsuya' you thought, time to build your clientele you smiled softly to yourself.

Y/n

Sounds great! Can't wait to see what you have in stored!! 😁

You know you didn't do anything wrong, it's not like you cheated on Mitsuya or anything, yet... Why do you feel so shitty.

You curled up in bed feeling as if you burned down an orphanage, the guilt was killing you.

Over the course of the week you and Mitsuya haven't been talking. You both went to work, lived your life as if the other person didn't exist. It was more you holding a grudge and Mitsuya giving you your space. He'd simply sigh when you would leave the room after he'd enter it, or how you would sleep on the couch to stay away from him.

Slowly it started to piss him off, who the hell said you could ignore him? He's just worried about you. You'll get over it, he'll apologize and you'll say sorry back. Soon you'll be in his arms again waiting for your daily kisses. Like normal.

Yet that time didn't come, what did come was the event. You left the house earlier than excepted, earlier than Mitsuya ever woke up.

He woke up to an empty bed, which has been this week's normal, he checked the time on his phone, 12:50 pm, he slept pretty late today.

No matter, it was his off day. He yawned with a stretch, pushing himself off the bed to check to couch and you weren't there. Matter of fact, there was no sign that you even slept there.

The house was void of all signs of life besides the small signs of his existence that he left laying around the house. He checked his phone to see if you left any message yet you haven't. Now he's worried. He sighs and texts your manager, Polly.

Boss's hubby

Have you seen Y/n?

Read 1:03 pm

"What the hell?" He mumbled to himself running his free hand through his hair.

Boss's hubby

Polly?

Wifey's manager

Sorry! I was busy doing Y/n hair! But she's here with me, we're getting ready for the Gala tonight, you should come 🤧

Boss's hubby

Gala?

Wifey's manager

She didn't tell you? She must've forgot, silly her. Shes helping Mr. Aykoyama With his debut today at tonight's Gala!

He couldn't believe it, you deliberately hide the fact that you were still working with him after he told you not to. It's safe to say he was livid, which is rare. Mitsuya is a calm man, after raising two little girls he had to be, you were one of the only people who knew how to push his buttons and do it correctly.

Boss's hubby

She must've, send me the address and the best time to arrive

Wifey's manager

Of course! The theme is "Golden shine" here's the address;

Read 1:20 pm

The time read 6:30 pm, just five minutes before the red carpet walk, you were sweating buckets. The event was fairly small but had a lot of big faces there in the modeling and designing industry. You couldn't help but be hit with a huge wave of guilt when you thought about what you're doing.

You snuck behind his back to go to a Gala, with another man, after he told you not to. Maybe you did it out of spite or you wanted to prove something but this looks bad all the way around. You're even wearing someone else's dress, you promised. You promised to only wear his clothes.. But you can't deny, the kid has talent. You look breath taking and Polly did a stunning job on your hair and makeup.

Your hair was put into a low bun with a deep side part. Your makeup was light but effective, you had soft red lips with a neutral soft glam brown and yellow look that complimented your eyes perfectly, and the dress.... Lord.

The way it framed your body, showing off each all your curves, the way it instantly perked up your breasts, cupping them like a corset would. It was a great dress but, it wasn't Mitsuya's. As you wore the dress you didn't feel that rush of excitement that you felt when you wore your lover's clothes. You felt tainted wearing this, it made you want to rip it off your body, but this is your job. This is what you signed up for as a model. You can't back out...

"Carpet time in minus 5 minutes!" One of the crew members shouted into the changing room for the models and other crew members to hear.

"You ready?" Polly asked popping up behind you out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of you causing you to shake.

"Didn't mean to scare ya. Nerves?" She questions holding your hand to try and comfort you.

"Yeah... First time doing this." You muttered staring down at the floor feeling almost lightheaded.

"Don't worry, you'll do great." She cheers you on, "Besides, I invited your fiance so you don't have to worry." She smiles giving you the finger heart sign, clearly proud of what she did.

"You did what!?" You shouted softly gripping her shoulders, "Why did you do that?"

"Because he should be here to support you? Is everything okay?" She asks now worried looking at your form.

"Carpet time people, let's go!" The same crew member shouted. The models get up making their way to the door.

"You too Y/n!" The crew member calls you out after not moving. Polly pushes you wishing you a good luck to the door.

You had to calm down, you had to do well. You have to do well not only for yourself but for Mr. Aykoyama. You can't let your personal life get in the way of your work, you're a professional Y/n. Act like it.

You are one of the last people to get on stage, you grab your umbrella prop and begin to sway your hips as you walked down the stage. You looked over to the side to meet eyes with the patrons there, you meet eyes with a happy Mr. Aykoyama who's giving you thumbs up and a not so happy Mitsuya who's leaning forward in his seat, his elbows on either side of his knees with his hands clenched together.

He just watches you, stares you down, your every move, the sway of your hip, the way you averted your eyes when you saw him.

You met the end of the stage and did put a hand on your hip, the other hand pulling the umbrella back giving the lookers a closer, more clearer view of the dress that was on your body. You tried you best to be professional, to focus on your job, but the way Mitsuya glared at you, you could feel your core heating up. You were honestly terrified.

You spun on your heels turning around to leave the stage as the onlookers clapped cheering your name. Mitsuya didn't move a muscle, he just flashed a tight close eyed smile your way.

You're fucked.

The event couldn't seem to go any slower, Mitsuya was standing behind you with his hand on your back gripping your waist shining a soft smile towards the fellow designers there. He hasn't said a single word, just holding a death grip on your waist as you socialize with the people there.

"Y/n! You were amazing out there!" Mr. Aykoyama cheered running up to you, he had a glisten in his eyes, his smile was so wide.

"It was all thanks to your design, it's stunning." You said returning his smile.

"No-no, I can't take all the credit... The way you strutted down the runway with grace and ease, everybody was enchanted by you.." He scans your body blatantly ignoring your lover's presence.

"She is beautiful isn't she?" Mitsuya interjects, holding his hand out towards the younger man standing in front of him, "Takashi Mitsuya, senior designer." He introduced himself with a smile that seems genuine at first glance yet his filled with annoyance and slight anger. It's a smile that could kill a man.

Mitsuya has mastered the art of passive aggressiveness, especially working in the fashion department, he had to learn or he would be eaten alive.

"A-ah, yes! I'm Aykoyama Lin!" He shakes his hand. The young man winces at the grip your fiance had on his hand, "Firm grip! My father would love you." He laughed and Mitsuya joined only entertaining his bullshit until the event was over.

"Thank you for giving my beloved fiance here the opportunity to work with you. However, she must politely decline any future work with you." Mitsuya pulls you by your waist closer to him, you could only blush looking down at the ground.

"Excuse me?" He glared at Mitsuya, "Whatever do you mean?"

"Ah, well, there's no reason for her to work with you any further, after all...." He pauses, "She has me." He gruffed out, "Now if you'll excuse us, my princess seems to feel sick. We'll return the dress immediately."

"No, no, that's not necessary, she can keep it!" He beamed. Mitsuya just flared at him, taking his anger out on your already bruised hips, tightening his grip on your waist.

Mitsuya said nothing else, he turned around and guided you out the building. He walked you to the car garage. He swiftly pushed you against a random wall in the parking garage, pushing you by your hips. Smashing his lips against yours, taking your breath from your mouth with his own, the grip on your waist lightened up but was soon taken over by the same pressure being around your neck. You gasped into the kiss as you felt his hand ring around your neck. His tongue pushed further into your mouth exploring your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

He applied more pressure to your neck as he deepened the kiss. You both pulled away to gain air, your chests heaving trying to pull oxygen back into your body.

"S-Suya—" You moaned out.

"Take it off." He gruffed out of breath.

"What?" You questioned him, looking baffled.

"You heard me, take the dress off. I'm not fucking you with another man's design on you." He spat. You must've been taking too long, Mitsuya span you around making your back face him, he unzipped the dress, gently removing your arms from the sleeves before pulling it down.

There you stood, practically naked in a parking garage, you thanked the stars that you left early, it seemed to be only the two of you. You felt the cold air hit you like a tidal wave, goosebumps covered your body as you wrapped our arms around your most delicate places.

How shameful, you should be ashamed. Embarrassed, disgusted, yet there was a pooling in your panties that said otherwise, Mitsuya was never aggressive with you, he treated you like a precious China set, something to be protected. Now you felt like nothing more than a cheapened slut.

"Such a slutty little thing, you didn't wear a bra?" He whispered into your ear, licking your neck before biting it, leaving small bruises. You felt Mitsuya cup your breast from behind, massaging your nipples in between his fingers, the cold air aided in making them hard under his touch.

"W-Was told not to— Ah." Moaning out as he caressed your breasts and biting your neck.

"You're enjoying this hm? Being violated in a parking lot, here I thought you enjoyed being pampered..." He ranted on, "Being treated like a princess, if you wanted to be treated like a cock hungry slut you should've just said that." He cooed, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

"Don't wanna be treated like a slut.. Suya." You mumbled, feeling his hot breath against your shoulder, his gentle kisses, knowing this was the last time tonight that he would be this kind.

He turned you around, taking his suit jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders, buttoning just the middle of the jacket.

"Wouldn't want you to catch a cold before I finished with you."

Your body felt hot, hotter than ever. Your panties getting wetter by the minute. He walked you to his car with his hand back on it's designated place, your hips. Digging into his right pocket with his free hand to grab his car keys. He unlocked the car door, opening the passenger side for you. He tossed you in the seat, muttering a buckle up before closing the door and getting in himself.

As soon as he got into his seat, he grabbed you by your hair, pushing your face towards his own, locking his lips with yours once again. He licked your lips with your tongue signalling you to open your mouth further. Moaning into the kiss as Mitsuya made his way to your wet panties.

"Soaking are we?" He chuckled into the kiss, pushing your panties to the side prodding his finger at your entrance. You struggled to kiss him back as his finger pushed passed your tight entrance, moving at a gentle pace, hitting all the right places. You moaned louder as you felt his finger curl inside you hitting your G-spot ever so softly with the tip of his finger.

"I've barely done anything to you doll... You can last longer than that can't you?"

He pushed another finger past your entrance, scissoring them together inside of you. You gripped his hair trying your best to continue the pace of the kiss but struggling as he was teasing your hole. You broke the kiss,

"Suya! R-Right there—" You moaned as he moved his fingers in and out, pushing them against your G-spot just before taking them out all to do it again, inching you towards your orgasm,

"M'gonna cum Suya~" You purred out. Arching your back wanting to feel more of his fingers. "Close, m'so close...."

Just before you were able to have your high he pulled out, before you could protest he shoved his fingers in your mouth muffling you.

"You thought it was gonna be easy? Hm? Whoring yourself out to another designer, going behind my back? What makes you think you should cum?"

He shoves his fingers down your throat forcing you to gag on his slender digits.

"Bad girls like you should be punished, not rewarded." He pulls his fingers from your throat watching you cough catching air, he pulls your face towards his once more before, forcing your mouth open with his thumb before spitting in your mouth.

"Swallow." With that you struggled to gulp down his saliva, yet you did, with the bob of your throat you swallowed what he gave you. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that you swallowed it all, hoping he'd praise you.

"What? Wanna be praised for doing the bare minimum? You're gonna have to do a lot more than that. Now spread your legs."

You opened your legs further allowing him a full view of your soaking area, he brushed his hand past your clit, only to reach into his glove compartment. He pulled out a small pink bullet vibrator, he looked at you with a closed eye smile. He teasingly poked your entrance with the toy, nudging you with just the tip. You let out a soft hum of pleasure as the vibrator brushed across you.

You were so aroused you couldn't handle it, you just wanted him to fuck you, pin you down and use you however he wanted to. Your walls clenched at the thought of being his ragdoll.

"What are you dousing off for?" He scoffed in annoyance before pushing the vibrator in, "You better not make a mess in my car. If you go the entire ride without cumming, I'll fuck you. If not, you'll go to sleep without feeling my cock inside this slutty pussy of yours."

"T-Thats just mean Suya—" Being cut off by the vibrator turning on, feeling it deep in your core. The pleasure was immense, it felt so good, so deep inside of you. You bit your finger muffling your moans, not wanting to show Mitsuya how good it felt. You couldn't cum yet.

"What? Gonna cum already?" He cooed rubbing your clit with his fingers, whispering against your neck, peppering you with small kisses. "You can do it, go ahead princess, cum." He encouraged you, he wanted you to suffer. He was pissed despite how sweet he cooed at you.

"D-Dont wanna! Wanna cum on your cock Suya!" Your back arched as he picked up the pace on your sensitive nub.

"Yeah? Wanna cum all over my cock? Wanna feel it deep inside you?"

"Yes Suya, m'wanna feel you inside, only you."

He moved his face away from your neck, the movement on your clit stopped.

"Then you better not cum before we get home."

The drive home was long and excruciating. Mitsuya purposely grazed your clit or breasts to amplify your pleasure, trying to get you to lose yourself and have an orgasm. You were fighting it so hard.

The car was filled with your soft moans and whispers, you chanted his name begging him to turn down the vibrator, it was too much. You couldn't handle it, he only replied telling you,

"If you want my cock then you'll be a good girl and hold it in."

And so you did. He purposely took the long way home, followed and obeyed every traffic law to the T. He even had the audacity to make a pit stop to get some more fabric while he made you wait in the car.

You couldn't help but cry as you forcefully help in your upcoming orgasm. Tears ran down your face, Mitsuya cooed at you caressing your face kissing your tears away. You were doing good, you were doing well, so well. You watched as Mitsuya pulled into your driveway feeling great relief.

Your relief was brief, as he parked in the driveway you felt his fingers push the vibrator further into you.

You arched your back, letting out a loud moan in response.

He had that look in his eyes. His orbs were focused on you entirely, watching your every facial expression. The way your eyebrows furrowed together, your mouth agape, the way you put your fingers to your lips trying to muffle your own moans.

He selfishly captured your lips in a kiss once again, sucking on your tongue, exploring your mouth as if he's never tasted you before. His free hand turned up the power of the vibrator.

"Suya— too much! I don't wanna-" You panicked at the rush of pleasure.

"Then don't."

You couldn't help it, you were doing so well, so well... All of those efforts gone as you released onto the vibrator, your juices dripping out of you as you closed your legs tightly letting out a prolonged moan, coming to your release.

Mitsuya clicked his tongue as he watched you come undone on the vibrator. Your chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath after having such an intense orgasm.

"N-No, unfair! Suya, please." You pleaded gripping his dress shirt,

"How unfortunate, we just made it home too.." He sighed, looking down at his hardened cock confined in his dress pants. Bringing your shaky hand to feel his cock through his pants,

"It was all ready for you too, at least you got to cum hm?" He smiled, before helping you get out of the car and bringing you inside the house, placing you on the couch. He undoes his tie and kicks off his shoes, leaving you a broken mess on the couch.

"I'm going to shower first okay?" He chirps as kissing your forehead before leaving.

"Suya please!" You cried out, "M'sorry, m'so sorry" You begged as he walked off,

"Princess, don't be a brat. You knew the deal, you agreed to it."

"Please don't leave me like this, I— need you..." You walked up to him pressing your breast against his back, "Need you so bad.."

He hummed in response,

"Now why should I? Last time I checked, I told you not to work with Mr. Aykoyama didn't I? You didn't listen, you wanted to do your own thing, surely you can cum on your own." He smiled as he faced you. That same smile he has plastered on his face all night, the one that says he's pissed but not showing it.

"You even went as far as ignoring me, sneaking behind my back.." He trails off, wrapping his hand around your throat, "Why should I do anything for you?"

"... Y-Youre right, Suya, I was being stubborn, I didn't listen like I should have... M'sorry, it won't happen again." You cried out, coming down to your knees slowly rubbing his entrapped cock with your hand. "Never again, will be your good girl." You promised as you undid his belt buckle, working your way to his zipper. "I love you Suya... Love you so much."

"You want it so bad? Do it yourself." He spat while watching you pull down his pants, he unbuttoned his shirt to get more comfortable, you were still in his suit jacket before telling you to take it off.

And you did, along with your panties.

You kissed his pelvis making your way down to the hem of his underwear, the final layer before meeting with his harden cock. Despite being angry he could never say no to your pretty mouth, his cock always told you want he truly wanted even if his mouth didn't.

You pulled down the final layer, his cock sprung out gently hitting your face. You stared at it like it was the greatest thing in the world. Your eyes sparkled as you saw it, you began kissing it from the hilt up to the tip.

Even his cock looked angry, pale base color with light blue veins pulsating against your lips.

[chanelsebbie]

𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗲 | 𝘀.𝗿.

✝ Warnings: SMUT, manipulation, dub-con, innocent!reader, age-gap, dark!bishop!steve rogers, branding. 

✝ Masterlist

✝ Summary: After being caught committing lustful acts, y/n is brought to the bishop for reconcile. 

✝ A/n:  Reader just turned 18, this is sinful, if you are offended, please don’t read. With that being said, after reading this, you best chug a gallon of holy water. 

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖌 𝖌𝖔𝖉

𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖕

Florence + the Machine, Big God

“No! Let me go!” the girl with a small voice ordered futily, the sound echoing off the large corridors as the nuns pulling her along payed no mind. 

She fought against them, but it was useless, for it would only make their conviction worse. She had sinned, and like everything, sinning came with a grave price. Especially at the young woman’s academy. 

She knew the bishop would be cross. Not only for her sin but for the timing. It was in the late hours of the night, but there she was, caught red-handed and in nothing but a snow-white bra and panty set, being dragged through the empty halls of the institution, everyone else sleeping. 

Soon enough, she was faced with the large wooden double-doors of the bishop’s office, the lion knocker on the door seeming to snarl smugly at the girl as if it knew her fate. 

One of the nun’s calloused old fingers wrapped around the handle clutched in the metal feline’s mouth, before knocking three times, the young girl counting absentmindedly. 

A harsh and inharmonious voice called out an ill-toned ‘Come in’. The girl could have sworn she was on the verge of a panic attack. What she had done was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

The door was opened by one of her captors, walking her in before throwing her to the ground, her knees scraping up against the stone floors as she let out a pained yelp. She refused to look up, knowing that his eyes would be trained on her. 

“Archbishop Rogers,” one of the nun’s began, “We caught this young lady committing an act of lust, and demand her to repent and save her faith plagued with desire.”

The man stood up from his working desk, setting his pen down, stepping in front of the trembling girl, almost anticipating her to look up at him. 

“Leave us, sisters,” 

His voice sent a tight shock through her spine, making her scramble to her knees, her ass resting on her heels, folding her hands in front of her, waiting as if she were about to be struck. 

As soon as the great wooden doors closed, the bishop took a deep breath and began to speak. 

“Tell me,” he starts, “what is your vice?”

She quivered at the question, embarrassed to admit what she had truly did wrong. But in knowing that the longer it took to get it out of her, the more torturous the punishment would be.

“I-” she cleared her throat, “I h-have committed a lustful act,” she swallowed hard as she heard the man above her sigh, beckoning her to continue, “I feel as if I’ve been consumed by demons. The devil has put thoughts into my head... scandalous thoughts... and it creates such a tension between my legs,” she took in a shaky breath, “I can’t help but touch myself to relieve the pain.”

His jaw clenched at her confession, crossing his arms. 

“Do you understand the gravity of your actions?” he catechized her, making her nod her head ‘yes’.

“Yes, Archbishop Rogers, I do.” she now had the courage to look up at the man above her, “I am willing to do whatever it takes to be right by the Lord’s name,”

His crossed arms unraveled, one of his hands going down to cradle the girl’s cheek as she leaned into his touch like an obedient dog, desperate for the relief and to bear no malice to her God. 

When she looked up at him with her doe-like eyes, full of hope, there was a glint of guilt. 

“First, recite ‘Hail Mary’,” he commanded, her head now hanging low again, not noticing that his hands were now reaching his pants, the leather of his belt coming undone. 

“Hail Mary, full of grace,” she began, “The lord is with thee-”

Her face was suddenly jerked up, his hand wrapping around her head before pushing her forward, her open mouth suddenly filled with the mass of his cock, only half of her mouth consuming it. 

Her tongue squirmed as she tried to pull away, but the archbishop’s strength was unparalleled to hers, her struggles futile. Her hands went to his thighs to anchor herself. 

“A demon had infiltrated your mind, my child,” he grunted, “I know how to rid you of this evil, but you must do as I say.”

She did the best she could to nod her head, before getting pulled back by her hair. 

“Did I tell you to stop reciting?” he growled, “Don’t make me start you over,”

“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit-” she was pulled forward violently back on his cock, deeper his time, his tip touching the back of her throat as she gagged, tears welling up in her eyes, doing her best not to bite down. 

She was pulled back once again, “of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary-”

Tears were now spilling down her face like a river, her face flushed as his cock seemingly went down her throat, the groans of her superior above her making her whimper. 

“Mother of God, pray for us sinners now,”

He didn’t pull her in this time like she was expecting, “and at the hour of our death.” she finished, panting as she winced at the archbishop’s killer grip on her hair, “Amen.”

“Remarkable job,” he praised, before standing her up, taking her hand and leading her to his desk, before harshly pushing her down against it, smirking at her gasping reaction. 

“P-Please? Haven’t we done enough?” she questioned, pleaded, earning her a slap on her ass, getting pulled up chest to back with him as his lips reached her ear. 

“I am a vessel of God,” he hissed, “And he lives through me as I do him. I’m cleansing you...,”

His fingers made their way under the hem of her underwear, pulling them down, her dripping cunt coming into view, the archbishop squatting down after pushing her back on the desk. She whimpered at the feeling of his breath against her sex, Rogers letting out a dark chuckle before leaning forward, licking a torturous strip across her slit. 

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned against her pussy, “why the fuck do you taste so good?” his rhetorical question made her clench. 

She let out a soft moan at the sexual touch that was for once, not her own. He did this several more times before he stood straight back up again. 

She whined when she felt his wide tip tease her entrance, circling his cock, the anticipation almost painful, his breathing echoing off the expanse of his large office. The moonlight shown through the stained glass windows, reflecting on the expanse of her back, making the archbishop all the more attracted to her seemingly supernatural glow. 

“Plea-” she was cut off by a loud moan ripping its way through her throat, the feeling of being stretched out so far painful.

“Fuck! Fuck, you’re so tight-” he cursed into the open air, his hands latching onto her hips when he bottomed out. 

He didn’t grace her with the opportunity to adjust, before he started to move, slowly, making her feel every ridge and vein. 

“You better start praying,” he coaxed, her head nodding.

“O-Our father, who art in h-heaven, gl-glory be thy name,” she whined out, making the man behind her rut his hips harder and harder with each verse, “hallowed be th-thy name. Thy kingdom c-come,” she paused to catch her breath, earning her a harsh tug on her scalp.

“Didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled, bushing harder and faster inside her. 

“thy will be done, on earth, as it is in h-heaven, g-give us this day our da-ily bread and... and...,” her brain was fogged with pleasure as he was getting pounded into, Rogers annoyed at her reluctance. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” he degraded, “don’t make me start you over,” his pace slowing down. 

She whined before starting again, “forgive us our tr-trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against u-us-”

She clenched around him, making him let out a genuine moan, and it was the most angelic sound she had ever heard, a coil tightening inside her as she cursed silently. 

“Come on, princess, we can finish it together,” he offered. 

“P-Please,” she gasped, gagging on air as she did her best to keep a level head and know what she was supposed to say next. 

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” they said in perfect sync. 

“Come on, so close, just-” before he could finish, he released inside of her with a yell, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

The warm feeling in her gut made the coil inside her snap as well as she fell off the deep end, long and passionate moans leaving her lips as she trembled and tensed from such an earth-shattering orgasm. 

The archbishop walked in front of the lit fireplace, poking at it with a fire poker before setting it down, the pointy end positioned over the fire. 

The girl thought nothing of it as she sat in an armchair, covered in nothing but a blanket as she gave a dopey smile to the nude man approaching her. He picked her up, before sitting himself down, placing her in his lap. 

Her head rested against his chest as he gently played with her hair. 

“Am I cleansed?” she questioned, nudging herself closer into him. 

After a small amount of time, he gave a quick, lack-luster response. 

“Yes.”

“What happens if the demons come back? If my thoughts turn sinful again?” she whimpered at the thought. 

“Well, I have a way I can make sure they don’t.” he smirked to himself, “Stand up, will you?”

She did as she was told; his perfect little obedient pet. Before she could question anything, she was grabbed by the wrists and slammed up above her head, her back against the wall next to the fire place, Steve reaching over and grabbing the bow heated fire poker.

It clicked for her as her eyes widened.

“W-Wait!” she squeaked, looking at the red-hot end of the fire poker, his fingers wrapped around it tightly. 

When the scalding metal touched the skin of her breast, she let out a pained cry, a sickening sizzle ringing through her ears as she sobbed. The burning touch seemed to last for ages, before it was finally brought away, but the pain never ceased. 

The shape made her stomach turn, the man pulling the girl in an embrace as she sobbed, shushing her.

There, over her right breast, was the mark of the lord. A blistering cross, that would be an eternal reminder of their shared moment together.

“In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit,” Steve spoke, right before her world went black from shock.

[malibumiu]

[Shy stud Makoto AU]

for @makoto-naegi-ultimate-stud contains naejunko this one is just fluff

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Makoto sighed as he leaned back against the grass, he adjusted a few times just to get settled on the ground normally he would use his blazer as a thin blanket of sorts but thanks to his new size. (which remind him that he needed to go to town this weekend to hopefully grab a new one he might have enough if not...maybe sex counts as payment right?) The blazer made use as a makeshift pillow if balled it up enough so if was fine. 

He was a secluded corner on the grounds of school, well it was a bit more in the reserve course territory but none of them really came over to this spot since it was so close on Ultimate’s terf. It was the same Ultimates too close to the reserve course. Which was fine by the stud, it was a place that he found rather sacred even now with his new form, he was away for now at least. From horny classmates and staff, semi-aggressive and overly-obvious jealous guys it was just him and nature. With the soft chirping of birds and gentle winds whispering to him, he closed his eyes and ignored the world around him.

Junko hummed as she trotted around the courtyard, but she wasn’t doing this for a leisurely stroll no no! Junko Enoshima was on a mission for a big guy with a equally big stupid heart, with as big as he was it was a surprise he managed to slip out of any of his peers eye sight. So now she knew at least half of the girls were on a scavenger hunt to find the stud even her own bitch of a sister was. But unlike her and many of those other hussies, she had an ultimate that could even surpass the ultimate detective, she was the ultimate analyst. She could predict anything, and find infinite ways to do said things, but when it came to Makoto even when she first met him she couldn’t predict him. Not him, not his cycle, not anything there was no telling what Makoto Naegi could do despite his average looks. But this time it seemed she was at an advantage.

Taking a turn the fashionista scanned the environment around her, the difference in the area could be told, as one side appear more greener, prestige and well kept compared to the other side of the invisible line where there was particles of discarded items and the grass was more brown and dying she predicted that it at least has week or 2 left before it died completely. ANYWAYS! There was a point where said invisible line ended at the end of it led to a small field that connected to the woods. The grass there was combined making it taller along with the seasonal flowers and fallen leaves and branches scattered about. She walked closer, having a sneaking suspicion that the herbivore man was over here (he was even in a herbivorous habitat how convenient) her suspicion was right as after treading through the grass for a bit she came across his slumbering body indented in the grass. She could make out the outline of his pecs and abs from his tad too tight n’ thin dress shirt, his chest heaving up and down, she wonders if the button straining on his uniform will hold. Muscular arms relaxed as they were situated behind his head, he looked rather peaceful even a bit boyish. His ahoge appeared to be slack for once bobbing along to beat of the wind, she scoffed in amusement. 

She was tempted to just to climb on top of him, maybe surprise him or his manhood both perhaps and maybe worked up enough to the point where he could pound her ass into the ground-.

“Mmm..Junko?” 

A yawn escaped Makoto’s lips as shifted around, his hazel eyes lazily focusing on her. She gave him a smirk as she lowered herself down onto him directly on top of his zipper, she shivered a bit she could already feel his bulge though he was flaccid it wouldn’t be for long beginning to move her hips rubbing herself on him. “The one and only babe~” 

“O-Oh mm” He mumbled letting out another yawn, “Do you wanna join me?”

She stopped, “Huh?” 

“Like for you know a nap you models do take those right?” 

She wacked his abs earning a small yelp from him repositioning herself, legs on either side spread open giving him a nice view of her blacked laced panties she wiggled her hips to try and entice him.  

“Of course I do but~” she wiggled again more aggressively this time, “ Wouldn’t you rather spend some time in me instead?” The image of her getting savagely pounded into the ground with the slight possibility of someone passing by and witnessing their shameless interourse...Ooh just the thought made her tingle with excitement.

“Mmm” Suddenly she felt big hands around her waist suddenly she felt her head squish against something rather soft. The hand moved up from her waist and gently patted her head which felt...rather nice.

“You trying to feel me up with your own chest you hunk?” she teased, rubbing against him her own bosom was rather large, easily overfilling one or even two hands any normal man would be 

practically drooling at the sight of them. But as normal as Makoto claimed to be he didn’t get all blushly or stuttering mess or anything..well not right now at least. 

“W-Wha? Nooo Junko come on just relax with me…” he muttered again, tightening his grip on her waist sealing her fate. 

She let out a dramatic sigh, but still snuggled closer to the man, she had to admit the tight grip he had on her wasn’t an uncomfortable one in fact it was rather comforting…(I-it's not like she liked it or anything!!) She was honestly a little disappointed when he stopped patting her head, she knew the big oaf was probably dozed off into stupid lala land with one of those other bitches. (but she ugh HOPED that it was her, after all it would be rude not to the dream about the fucking hot model laying on him!!) 

“Hey Junko..” His voice came out more timid than normal, more like when she first met him it was so weird to hear it now. “..Thank you for deciding to relax with me and...not alerting everyone.” Junko blinked and slowly went to stare up at him, her usually electric blue eyes were flat and blank with an expression he couldn’t really read...it scared him a bit did he say something wrong? Oh god should he have just done something else? Should he have gone back to his fantasy- A soft and more cheerful sounding laugh filled his ear, Makoto nearly thought to look around because a laugh like shouldn’t have come from the Junko Enoshima but it did! They didn’t even fuck and somehow he broke her!

“Geeeeez Big mac you’re soooooo sappy sometimes it's gross,” She said a sickly sweet voice “Are you that drained from us completely?” ‘’Us’ hah... Us and seemingly every other girl and milf that comes within a mile radius of me.’ It's not that he really minded the stares he got though it took sometime to get used to it. But as much as he enjoyed the girls and their endless endeavors of seduce him which leads more often not to them fucking even he valued his alone time (after all his balls did need to restock, his sperm wasn’t completely everlasting you know.)  

“No! No! It's not that and you know that!..” He sometimes wonders why Junko seems to like to play these kinds of mind games (and why he falls for them), being the Ult Analyst and all but then again a bored Junko often becomes scarily mischievous Junko so its better to entertain her ideas than ignore them. 

“Phuhuhu.. Don’t get a knot in your cock peasant! Of course the court knows why~.” The haughty tone in her voice already told him all he needed to know ‘Of course she knows she always does Makoto.’ 

He rolled his eyes before nuzzling his head back into a comfortable position, letting the sun’s rays beat down the heat making him drowsy. He could feel Junko squirming around before settling down. A comfortable silence formed between the two, the only noise being that of the air around them, for just even a moment it was peaceful in the fields of Hope’s Peak.

“Hey Makoto…” Junko called out softly almost like a whisper, “Don’t get the wrong fucking idea but maybe...could we do whatever the hell this is...sometime…again?” A beaming smile as bright as the near sun in the sky had formed one the stud’s face, how dare it made her sadistic little heart race?!

“O-Of course Junko! Just let me know-” A finger forcefully pressed itself up against his lips, her red pointed nail touched the tip of his nose.

“Shut the fuck up!” she hissed, “Someone might hear us! The last thing I need is those damn hussies trying to steal this away from me!” After whipping her head from side to ensure she saw no one she let out a sigh and repositioned herself yet again, this time laying directly on top of the stud. Their chest squished together she lazily fiddled with a stand of his hair, a neutral expression her face the latter took this as a moment to speak again. 

“I’d be happy to do this again with you Junko, and don’t worry..” he gave her a wink, a twinkle in his eye. “I can keep a secret.”

“Hmph! You better,” she muttered, “Look what you did all that yelling got me worked up! You're going to repay me by being my body pillow!”

“Wha-”

“Let's pop these titties free bitch!” hastily she ripped off the two straining buttons from the top of his shirt, his pecs now somewhat free. She had to move a bit to lay on them more comfortably without her own breast getting in the way but once she got comfortable she found herself dozing off, the soft beating of his heart music to her ears. 

‘Man… girls can be strange.’ (He thinks as a girl types out this line)

Without another thought the stud closed his eyes again, this time there were no interruptions just him, Junko and the sounds of nature around. And in that time n’ moment that's all he cared about.

[bobohunn]

— summary : It was tough for you to trust and open up to people, after all you've been through. When you finally let your walls down, Chanyeol left you hanging. (part 1 of 2)

— pairings : chanyeol x reader

— genre : angst, fluff

— warnings : mentions of anxiety, alcohol, bullying, & gaslighting, hints of sexual assault & harassment, description of anxiety & panic attacks.

— word count : 3.9k words (part 1)

— author's words : hi!!! I'm not really good with titles so this goes untitled for now ��� I'll add the title when I post the 2nd part 💛 this is not proofread and edited yet pls forgive me. I'd really appreciate it if you tell me your thoughts on this! ☺️

It was a year ago today. The day when you were supposed to wake up with a smile, hearing your family’s thumping steps on the wooden floor on the way to your room. The day when your younger sister was supposed to be running towards you to attack you with kisses, your mom holding out a cake that says ‘happy birthday’, and your father following closely behind them, singing the happy birthday song with his awfully hoarse morning voice, just like the annual tradition. Rather, you woke up to the loud and thunderous knocks on your bedroom door, along with what you recognized as your father’s voice. And the second you turned the lock on the knob, the door flew and a hand met your right cheek.

You were scared, but you weren’t sure what you were scared for. Sure your dad looked scary, his face was blood red, his breathing uneven, and his hands clenched into fists, but you didn’t know what he was acting scary for. You held your cheek, trying to ease up the stinging sensation that lingered. 

“D-dad?”, you managed to stutter out. Your father shut his eyes close and sighed. 

You looked away and noticed your mom and your sister on the wooden staircase behind your dad. Your mom was holding her face in her hands, and your sister was rubbing her back. Only then did you realize that they were both crying.

“M-mom? S-stacy? W-what’s going o-on?”, you choked out, feeling the hot tears that were running down your face.

It was silent again, and you hated it. The silence was deafening and you swore you almost heard the cells in your brain die. You always hated situations like this, it made you feel so anxious and you were about to throw up.

“D-dad, M-mom what’s happening w-why are y–”

“You don’t have to call me dad anymore,” your dad cut you off, and you heard your mom cry louder.

“D-dad w-will you please at least t-tell me what’s going on?”, you said in between sobs, “please?”

Your dad let out another loud sigh, and you noticed his eyes getting misty. “Stacy, give me your phone. Your sister wants to know why, so I’ll show her why”, he said in a firm tone.

Stacy stood up from the stairs and took out the phone from her pocket. She handed it over to your dad, avoiding his gaze including yours. You were practically begging for her to look at you with your eyes while your dad was fumbling with the gadget, but she stood behind him, staring at the floor with her hair covering her face.

Your father handed to you the phone, showing a paused video on the screen. You pressed play, and turned the volume up. You were puzzled to say the least. The video had poor lighting but when the light source hit the surface of a very familiar face in the frame, you dropped the phone, leaving a small crack on the lower left part of the screen.

Your brain tried to put the pieces of information it recently gathered together, but you were about to pass out. Unconsciously shaking, you stumbled on your feet, and dropped to the floor. That was the last thing you remembered before your sight blacked out.

Your life today is a little bit different to how it was a year ago, yet it was still sort of the same. You moved to a different town, a different school, a different environment. It isn’t much worse now, but some people would still look at you and gossip as you pass by the same. Others don’t even stab you in the back, they hit you in the front now.

You moved with your family in the hopes of forgetting everything and starting anew, but unfortunately the news reached your new home too. Your parents insisted that you move places again when people in your school started talking, but you hated the feeling of being an inconvenience. So you did your best to heal and learn how to not a give a fuck to what others say, even if it burnt you out on most days.

“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be alright, they’re not hurting me anyway,” you said in the softest voice.

“Are you sure? We can just move out of the country, baby. It’s best that we just go, hmm?” she held your hands in one, and caressed your face in the other.

“Yeah. We should just move if you’re uncomfortable here, my love,” your dad added as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Then we’d have to spend money again. I know you guys had a hard time adjusting as well, especially Stacy,” you fumbled with the fabric of your shorts, “I’m okay, really.”

But even though you’ve learnt to not give a shit and shrug off what bullshit other people— who don’t even know you, by the way— say anymore over the past months, there are still times when you have to endure how painful the words you overhear from conversations of people in your school are. And when you couldn’t, you’d have to run back to your only safe place in school, the comfort room at the back of the school library to turn into a ball and cry. On some days when you think you’re all better and don’t give a fuck anymore, you hear words you tried so hard to delete from your system, and it makes you want to throw up again.

You hate whoever did this to you. However, over the process of healing, you realized that you hate those people who try to act nice in front of you, act like they care for you, act like they support you, but actually talk rotten behind you more. And you hate people who try to control you into thinking that you are the one to blame, the most, because there are times that their words sting too much you begin to doubt yourself again after trying so hard to convince yourself that you were never at fault.

xx

It’s the first day of the semestral break, and you couldn’t be more happy and relieved to be far from society. You don’t have to do anything but lie down in your comfy bed, and binge watch your favorite shows all day. You can read books you hoarded in the past but never really touched after, as well!

“Y/N! Stacy! Come here, give these apples to our new neighbors!” your mom shouted from the kitchen.

You and your sister, Stacy peeked out of your bedrooms at the same time, and when your eyes met you both sighed. 

“I was watching Stranger Things, I was in the good part!”, you whined.

“I was reading a good fic on Tumblr as well! I was in the climax of the story!”, Stacy stomped her feet playfully and you both giggled.

“Y/N! Stacy! Did you hear me?” your Mom shouted again, which made you and Stacy instinctively run down the stairs.

xx

“Good afternoon Mister– uhmm?”, Stacy said to the man sitting on the balcony outside the house your mom sent you to for a quick mission.

“Park. Mr. Park,” the grown man smiled.

“Oh, nice to meet you Mr. Park! We’re from the house next to yours. We heard you just moved in, so my mom wanted you to have this!” Stacy beamed at him, while you stood behind her quietly.

“Oh I see! What are your names? You should come in! We had a feast for lunch, you should help us finish the food!” Mr. Park said while turning the knob of the front door.

“I’m Stacy, this is my older sister Y/n. My mom’s name is Rachel, and my dad’s is Samuel”, she said as she took off her sneakers.

“How old are you guys? I have a son who’s in the 11th grade, and a daughter who’s gonna be in her 2nd year in university.”

“I’m in 11th grade as well, Stacy is in 9th. We’re in Jungwon Highschool”, you said as you took off your jacket

“You should meet my son then! He’s transferring to Jungwon! But he’s not here now, he took the dog out on a walk in the park”, he said while grabbing plates from the kitchen.

After eating a few sweet fruits, you and your sister headed back home with two full plates of side dishes Mr. Park’s family offered. You passed by a tall unfamiliar guy carrying a black dog on the way back, and you figured maybe he was Mr. Park’s son.

xx

It’s the first day of the spring semester, the weather's been really better the past few days and you couldn’t be any happier because it means you don’t have to wear a heavy coat to school anymore.

While walking to the bus stop, you saw a familiar guy crouching down to pet a kitten.

Cute

He picked the cat up and moved it to a spot away from the pavement onto the bushes, probably for its safety. The moment he turned to your direction, you realized he was the same guy who you passed by once, on the way home from your new neighbor’s house. He was wearing the same uniform as you, and there you confirmed he really was the Parks’ son.

The bell rang and your class adviser went into the classroom. He was with the same guy you encountered earlier, announcing that your class has a new student to welcome.

“My name is Park Chanyeol. Please take care of me”, the guy said as he smiled and bowed down. He took the empty seat in front of you and settled down.

xx

“Pass your quizlets to the president after lunch. Late submissions will have deductions. Is that clear, class?” the 4th period teacher announced as she walked out the room.

The chime rang on the school speakers, and the lunch break started. All your classmates darted out the room, while you stayed in your seat, resting your head on the desk to take a nap like usual. Except, this time you aren’t left alone in the room. Chanyeol stayed, seemingly finishing the quizlet the teacher gave.

“Excuse me, can I borrow your eraser?” He asked, knocking on your desk to get your attention.

“Ah, sure. Here,” you pass him the black piece of soft rubber from your pencil case.

“Didn’t know they sell black ones. I should get myself one like this too. I actually hate when the white ones get dirty,” he rambled on while erasing whatever he had to erase and gave it back to you. You nod sheepishly as a response.

“I’m Chanyeol. What’s your name?” he pursed his lips while waiting for you to answer.

“I’m y/n. I actually live next to you,” you smile, scratching your nape.

Chanyeol was saying something but you weren’t really listening. Not when you heard some girls at the back door say, “what is she doing? Is she flirting with him?” “I seriously can’t believe her, after all that happened to her she has the guts to flirt with boys again?” “Maybe she thinks she can bait the new guy because he’s clueless” “and attractive, too”

You just smiled at him, and rested your head back down again, wearing earphones this time to block out whatever conversations you didn’t have to hear.

xx

You were sitting on the bench outside your go-to place, the comfort room at the back of the school library, watching whatever random videos youtube recommended in the home section. A video of a band doing a cover of some other band’s song came up, and you suddenly heard someone clear their throat from behind you which made you jump a little bit from your seat.

“So, are you into bands?” Chanyeol asked as he sat beside you on the bench.

If you were to be really honest, you grew scared of meeting people through the past year. You really hate it when people bring up things which they are not in the place to talk about. You’d tell them if you wanted them to know, and if you wouldn’t then they just have to accept and respect it, not be a total nosy ass. And unfortunately, everyone who tried to talk to you in this school brought up things you wished they didn’t. It made you feel like they’re only talking to you to know the tea. So you shut them out immediately, afraid to be hurt by them again if you get attached to them.

Which is why you struggled to let out a response to Chanyeol’s curiosity.

Why does he want to know about that? What will he do with that information? What if he uses it against me in the future? I should be careful with what I say, I might give out too much information.

All sorts of thoughts, running in your mind right now.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he realized you were only staring with a surprised expression at him, “is something wrong?”

“U-uhm, yeah. And, n-no. I’m s-sorry,” you looked away, keeping your phone in your pocket.

Chanyeol chuckled, “why are you getting flustered? I don’t bite!”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” you purse your lips.

“You’re a shy one, aren’t you? Don’t worry! I’m good at making people open up to me” he said as he placed an arm around your shoulder, to which you flinched at.

And Chanyeol was right, he was good at making people open up to him indeed. He made you feel at ease with his jokes, but more than that, you felt safe at how he doesn’t pressure you to talk about yourself, he just waits for you to willingly share things with him. He just keeps on going on and on about what he wants to say, but he listens attentively the second you open your lips to talk.

"Oh how I love animals so much! I have a dog, his name is Toben but he doesn't listen to me. So i kinda hate him" he said enthusiastically.

"I think I've seen you once with him, the black one?" you recalled.

"Yes that's him! I used to have a cat too but he ran away from home. His name was Bach"

"I actually have a hamster. Her name is Lilie. You should meet her she's a total fluff ball" you said as you took your phone out and show him a picture of your syrian hamster.

"Oh my god she's so cute!" his eyes grew wider than it originally is.

You chuckled, "You must really like pets that much."

"Oh trust me, I even brought a rat home. My mom scolded me so much," and it's you who has wide eyes now.

You grew close to Chanyeol in a span of a few days. You would walk to school and walk home together with him almost everyday. You learned a lot of things about him, while he was also able to slowly make you open up to him. The both of you would ramble about random things while doing homework or eating dinner at each other’s house, but he never crossed the borderline and asked you about your past. You couldn’t be more grateful that you found a friend like him. It’s the bare minimum, but it’s important to you and no one really does it like that anymore, not for you at least.

“What’s the square root of 441?” He asked, biting the tip of the pen he was holding.

“21, I think? Let me check,” you said as you took out the calculator in your backpack.

“It’s okay I got it aaaand— Wow! You’re right!” He jumped out of his seat and ruffled his fluffy brown hair in amusement. You chuckled and took a sip from the tea his mom made for you.

“You’re amazing, how do you know that? Did you just mentally solve that?” He sat back down again.

“Of course not. I liked maths so much as a kid, I memorized the perfect squares at some point.” you mumbled, redirecting your focus back to the homework in front of you.

“In many years of living, I never once met someone who memorized perfect squares” Chanyeol said as he held his face in his big hands.

“Now you did”

He chuckled, “Yeah, memorable. Anyway, are you free this friday?”

You bit your lip in sudden anxiety, “I-i don’t know. N-not sure. Why?”

“Some of our classmates are going to a party, and they invited me,” he hesitated a little before he continued, “I just wondered if you wanted to come? With me?”

You feel your heart beat faster, “No, sorry. I think I’ll be helping my dad on Friday.”

“Oh it’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” whispered Chanyeol, looking back down to his homework.

Friday came, and you thought it was weird to walk home alone for the first time. You got used to chatting with Chanyeol while on the way home, and now it was completely silent. When you got home, you threw yourself to your bed. You decided to get your laptop and binge watch another series on netflix.

It was around 7:30 pm when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and picked up hesitantly when you realized it was Chanyeol’s. “Why would he call so suddenly though?” you whispered to yourself.

“Chanyeol?” You said as you bring the phone up to your ear.

“hey Y/N! What’s up?” he chirped weirdly, probably drunk.

“Nothing much. Are you drunk?”

“I’m wasted. They tricked me, they said it was juice. They tricked me, y/n!” you cringed at how much he was slurring his words. It was obvious that alcohol was already in control of his system.

“How are you gonna get home?”

“I don’t know. Everyone is drunk here and–” he hiccuped, “they’re all nasty. I wanna go home”

You paused for a bit, checking the time on your laptop. “Turn on your location and stay there. I’ll pick you up”

Chanyeol nodded and hummed from the other line. You quickly ended the call to run to your closet to grab a jacket, and leave the house.

You didn’t know if you were dumb or stupid, but you were sure you were either. 

Why would you suggest picking him up? From a house party? Which you avoided so much with all your might?

When you reached the house that showed up on Chanyeol’s location— which took you 30 minutes to find, you had to pat yourself on your shoulders and remind yourself that you were doing it for a friend, and if you were just gonna walk away, this friend might get in trouble. You inhaled deeply before entering, a pool of evidently alcohol intoxicated bodies welcoming you.

It took you only a few seconds to spot Chanyeol, the only giant in the room. But it took you a few minutes to get to him because as he said, the crowd was pretty nasty.

“Alright time to go home now big buddy, let’s go” you tapped Chanyeol on his forearms, bracing yourself in case he’d stumble and fall.

“Goodbye my friends!” Chanyeol screamed over the booming music from the speakers. “You’re leaving already?” a familiar voice replied, and you realized it was one of your classmates, Max.

You only nodded at him after flashing a small smile. “Are you seriously going Chan? It’s too early! We haven’t been to the fun part yet!” Max said before taking a sip of whatever alcohol from his red cup.

“What fun part? I think I’m just gonna go home, Max” Chanyeol replied, seemingly sobering up a little.

“Oh you know, the fun part! When all the chics get wasted!” your mind was getting hazy at what you heard, and you nearly lost your balance. Your grip on Chanyeol’s sweater got tighter, which made him look at you.

But he didn’t answer Max, instead he turned away. You took that as a signal to go. “Yeol, the door is this way” you told him as you tug on the sleeve of his sweater.

The walk back home was messy. Chanyeol was silent but he was walking in zig zags and you had to hold him up a couple of times because he would fall asleep while walking.

“Y/n?” you hummed in response.

“Nevermind” he replied. Honestly you were nervous, what did he want to say? Is something wrong? But you only let it go.

“Y/n.”

“Yes Yeol?”

He stopped walking, “Why don’t you ever tell me anything about you?”

“What do you m-mean? I tell you about myself too,” you managed to mumble out.

“No, you don't,” he said in a tone an octave lower.

You held onto his arm again and dragged him with you, “Yeol, you’re drunk let’s go now.” He allowed you to pull him and just walked along, still in zig zags.

When you were in front of his house you took your phone out to call his sister, to help you get him in. You helped him sit down on the chair outside while waiting for her to pick up.

“Y/n, you know I’m not one to pry, right?”

You looked at him in confusion, you slowly nodded. You waited for him to continue.

“But I really have to ask this,” he said as he played with the zipper of his backpack in his hands, not looking at you.

“What is it?” you shivered.

“By any chance, were you from Hyundai Highschool?” he finally looked at you, straight in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to do or what to feel. He was sober now, and you could tell he knew what he was talking about. Many questions were popping in your mind, yet your brain felt empty.  You weren’t able to form anything to say. You only backed away from him, and then ran away.

You went straight to your room, ignoring your father’s attempt to hug you. You fell to the floor the moment you closed the door.

Why did he ask you that?

How did he find out?

Were people talking about you at the party?

Did someone gaslight you at the party, again?

Will he judge you too?

You spent the whole weekend locking yourself up in your room, overthinking about the same things over and over again. You were almost sure someone told him from the party, and he will probably think differently about you now. But you are honestly hoping that he wouldn’t. He’s a good guy, isn’t he? 

Monday came, and you were mentally preparing yourself to talk to Chanyeol while preparing your lunch box. You made sure to go out earlier than usual to wait for him so you could walk to school together, but to no avail. There was no sign of your giant friend going out of the house next to yours. You had to run to school or you would be late for the first period.

When you reached the classroom you looked around but Chanyeol wasn’t there. You caught your breath and sat down quietly on your seat. There was barely 2 minutes left before the first period, and you were worried for Chanyeol.

“Hey Y/n, where’s Chanyeol? You didn’t come together?” one of your classmates asked. You shook your head no, but suddenly the back door opened.

There he is

He took his seat in front of you but he didn’t spare you a smile, not even a glance.

The whole day went by with Chanyeol avoiding you and ignoring your attempts to talk to him. He looked at you at some point, but with sad eyes and a small smile. After that, you decided to give up and let him be.

You know—you think you do, why he was acting that way, and you don’t blame him for it. But you at least need to hear it from him, rather than assume things which could be entirely wrong. 

You didn’t expect him to pull you to the school garden at dismissal, though.

“Y/n. I know I’ve been such a horrible friend today,” he paused. He looked down, avoiding your eyes.

“but I don’t think we should be friends.”

[sgmwesters]

╰ ❛ 💉 — › michael b jordan. cis male. he/him. . ╯ have you met benjamin morgan yet ? this thirty five year old sagittarius has been living in the seattle area for three days. he makes a living as an otolaryngology (ent) attending, which is best suited for their protective, empathetic, conflicted, and irrational personality. take me to church by hozier is one of their favorite songs, and they’re written by em, 25, gmt, she/her, no triggers

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N

full name: benjamin joseph morgan.

nickname(s): ben, bj in college.

age: thirty four (34).

date of birth: 26 november 1985, sagittarius.

hometown: manhattan, new york.

current location: seattle, washington.

ethnicity: african-american..

nationality: american citizen.

gender: cis male.

pronouns: he/him.

orientation: ??? idek why i even include this at this point???

religion: atheist.

political affiliation: democrat.

occupation: otolaryngology (ent) attending.

living arrangements: lives alone.

language(s) spoken: english, german.

accent: none.

P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E

face claim: michael b. jordan.

hair color: black.

eye color: brown.

height: 6 ft 1.

weight: 188lbs.

build: athletic.

tattoos: none.

piercings: none.

clothing style: scrubs, smart casual otherwise.

usual expression: fairly stern, but he’s a softy deeeeeeep down.

distinguishing characteristics: dimples.

H E A L T H

physical ailments: torn rotator cuff in high school has left his shoulder somewhat fucked.

neurological conditions: none.

allergies: bee and wasp stings.

sleeping habits: fairly good sleep hygiene, sleeps well provided nothing is bothering him (maddie).

eating habits: usually fairly healthy, likes to look after himself.

exercise habits: as above, likes to look after himself.

emotional stability: sits happily at a seven, but has been known to dip in times of stress or emotional turmoil.

sociability: very sociable, likes to be around people.

body temperature: warm.

addictions: none.

drug use: none and is very against its use.

alcohol use: enjoys a drink, but doesn’t need it.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits: protective, empathetic

negative traits: conflicted, irrational

fears: not being able to keep maddie safe and healthy.

F A V O U R I T E S

weather: is indifferent about the weather.

colour: navy.

music: something with a heavy beat.

movies: the godfather.

sport: boxing.

beverage: fruit smoothie, bourbon.

food: hot dogs.

animal: anything small, soft, and fluffy.

H E A D C A N O N S

benjamin was born as the only child to regina and david morgan, a museum curator and ceo respectively in manhattan.

benjamin was raised in close proximity to his cousin madeleine spencer, to the extent where benjamin considers maddie to be more like a sibling to him than a cousin. this came from both of their parents busy schedules and similar lifestyles which led him to be brought up in this manner.

benjamin would like to think that his parents were happily married, but it was only as he got older that he realised the family set up that he had grown up with as a child wasn’t the same as everyone else’s. nevertheless, he figured that it worked for them as it was, and he still considers himself to have had a good childhood.

spending as much time in the spencer household as he did, benjamin sparked a genuine interest in medicine, looking up to his uncle, madeleine’s father, as a role model and idol for his future career in medicine.

benjamin was athletic in school, actively taking part in boxing and baseball. he hoped from early on in high school that he would be able to get into a good school on a baseball scholarship so he wouldn’t need to focus as hard on his studies, but a torn rotator cuff in his sophomore year quickly killed that dream, and he came to the quick conclusion that he had to get his head in the books.

as much as he would hate to admit it, he knew that his parents pulled a few strings when it came to his offers for college, but the decision ultimately came down to him. during this time he had watched madeleine begin to spiral out of control, the concern for his cousin and arguably best friend only growing with each day that passed.

it was during this time that benjamin turned down the offer from harvard that his father had swindled for him, choosing instead to stay closer to the city in order to be nearby while madeleine got the help she had promised her parents she would get.

he was thankful for this decision as the realisation that she hadn’t been getting help came about following amelia shepherd’s overdose. while madeleine was in rehab, benjamin made a point of visiting her as much as he could, skipping classes if he needed to to make sure that she felt supported. she was basically his kid sister after all.

as madeleine got clean, benjamin took the mcats, scoring high enough to be accepted into john’s hopkins off his own back this time. as madeleine was seemingly doing well, benjamin decided to move that little bit further out, knowing he would be close enough if she needed him to return.

it was during this time that the two established their bi-weekly phone calls, no excuses allowed, his way of keeping an eye on her completely.

benjamin moved that little bit further for his residency to mayo, just as madeleine moved to switzerland for her masters. it made sense, he was happy for her and continued to adjust his schedule to make sure their phone calls went ahead as they needed to, suiting her schedule over his.he would often stay awake until the early hours of the morning just to speak to her.

his residency was fairly smooth sailing, despite a period of switching between services as he was indecisive about what specialty he was going to go into. he had always had his heart set on cardio like his uncle, but it only took one case with the ent attending to have him hooked.

as he came to the end of his fellowship, he debated the idea of having a second specialty (he’s a bit of a show off like that), but a nagging feeling inside of him told him something more important was coming.

his calls with madeleine weren’t like they used to be, years of regularity and consistency seemed to be falling apart, with nothing that he could do from where he was. he wanted to believe that this was part of the recovery, that she didn’t need him the way she used to, but he couldn’t be certain.

the night of amelia’s intervention, benjamin received a frantic phone call from madeleine and he knew then that things were not good. whether she was high or just drunk he couldn’t have been certain at first, it was only as she spoke about everybody leaving her the he snapped into action. she’d fallen off the wagon, and he’d be damned if he was going to stand by and let it happen.

benjamin packed a bag and hopped on the first plane to seattle, ready to hold an intervention of his own if he needs to. as far as he is concerned he’s here for maddie and nothing else.

2 0 2 1    U P D A T E S

turned thirty five cos that’s how birthdays work !!

after maddie decided to get clean, benjamin went with her to new york to ensure she fully embarked on her recovery. as much as seattle had only meant to have been a means to an end for benjamin, he found himself wanting to return.

he’s been keeping a low profile at the hospital, but is just kinda keeping things ticking over. he’s still ben. 

W A N T E D    C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

i know i say they all deserve love but really ben deserves love

friends from med school/residency!!! 

[stephcrawford]

who’s that? oh it’s STEPHANIE "STEPH" CRAWFORD. i hear they’re 21 and are known as THE LAMB around NEW YORK. they're also a JUNIOR at NYADA, have a voice like JENNIFER DAMIANO and are part of VARSITY DANCE, SPOTLIGHT DINER. they’re known to be LOYAL AND MILD and WEAK-WILLED AND SERIOUS. some people say they remind them of NEVER SMILING IN PHOTOS, OPENING THE WINDOW DURING THUNDERSTORMS, BLIND LOYALTY, AND UNWAVERING DEDICATION. only one way to find out!

BASICS

Full Name: Stephanie Summer Crafword

Nickname: Steph, Stephie, etc.

Birthday: March 17, 2022

Place of Birth: Greenwich, CT

Age: Twenty-One

Zodiac Sign:  Pisces☼, Virgo☽, Libra↑

Hometown: Greenwich, CT

Current Residence: 9th Ave Apartment, New York, NY, Unit 4-B w/ Phoenix Harper.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Education: High School Diploma, Some College

Major: Dance Arts (BA)

Minor: Education

Occupation: Spotlight Diner Waitress

HIGH SCHOOL NEED TO KNOWS

School: Greenwich High School

Former Activities: Drama Club, Allegra Dance Greenwich Competitive Team

MUSICAL THEATER RESUME

NEWSIES- Crutchie (High School, Sophomore Year)

HAIRSPRAY - Nicest Kid Dance Ensemble (High School, Junior Year)

CHICAGO- Go-to-Hell Kitty (High School, Senior Year)

A CHORUS LINE- Cut Dancer (NYADA Players, Freshman Year)

LIKES/DISLIKES

LIKES: polaroid photos, straight legs and pointed toes, comfortable clothes, eating healthy, family, carly rae jepsen.

DISLIKES: making decisions, losing friends, rude customers, missing laundry day, being called on first, bitter words.

TL;DR BIO

Steph Crawford has never been number one, and has often faded into the background and she doesn’t mind in the slightest. In her eyes, it’s okay to be more of a follower than a leader. Her passions and priorities lay within forging strong relationships with those close to her, and working her hardest when it comes to dance. She tends to be soft and mild, a gem as far as New Yorkers go. But Steph wound up in that environment didn’t want to go too far away from Connecticut for college and the idea of going to her Father’s Alma Mater always seemed so magical to her. Now three years into her schooling, she’s living her life in the same way, and cherishing all the time she can with her friends.

BIO

Adam Crawford always thought he was going to make it as a performer. After all, he’d left behind his family in England, and come to the States to stay for good. He had to make it matter. From founding Adam’s Apples to taking New York City by storm, he knew he was going to be somebody. He just wasn’t expecting that somebody to be a husband to Aydin Cevdet, a hotshot lawyer from Connecticut. Adam was sure he liked his independence and fast-paced city living too much to ever settle down with this hot Turkish lawyer he’d met out on the town one night, but the pair were quick to hit it off.  Adam and Aydin really bonded over ideals of hardwork and some times feeling out of place in the country. So, after year after meeting and traveling back and forth between NYC and Greenwich, Adam was sold on leaving city life behind and settling down with the love of his life. Adam, always happy go lucky, was quick to adjust to his life in Greenwich. In fact, he was able to cultivate his take-charge nature and continue creative pursuits by opening his own sit and paint shop called Booze and Brushes. It was an idyllic life Adam and Aydin shared, and the only thing that made it more perfect was a wedding, then eventually, a couple of kids. 

Stephanie Summer Crawford was welcomed into the world on a rainy spring day via surrogate. Aydin and Adam were both dedicated workers, but first and foremost they were Fathers. Despite being biologically Adam’s, Steph always had a wonderful relationship with both of her parents. There isn’t a time in Steph’s life that she remembers before her sibling was born. Adam and Aydin went through the exact same procedures for her younger sibling as they did with Steph, although the new addition was biologically Aydin’s. They wanted the kids decently close in age so they could really relate to one another, and eventually bond. 

Despite being the older of the pair, Steph tended to let her sibling take charge. It was never Steph o be the one who had the ideas of playing pretend with paint brushes or rounding up as much neighborhood kids as they could to hold fake courtroom dramas in their backyard. It was her sibling. And Steph just looked on, a happy participant. Sure, all siblings fight about small things, but from day one, Stephanie and sibling were always best friends. Whether it be compatible personalities, or their souls knowing that perhaps their time as siblings would be limited, they wasted no time getting along. Even now Steph is never the one to take charge and is incredibly susceptible to some good old fashioned peer pressuring.

Adam and Aydin were good to their kids. Spoiled them, even, but never hesitated to let them know that they would have to work for their own lives at one point. Childhood was characterized by days spent at Booze and Brushes, plenty of springs running through their spacious backyard, family movie and game nights, and enough giggles to fill two lifetimes. Life in Connecticut was perfect.

High School came and went in a blur. Interesting enough, Steph’s High School friends she had made before her sibling reached Greenwich High, eventually became their friends. While her friend group consisted mostly of people from the Drama Department or her Dance Studio, she felt grateful to always have been included and surrounded by such vibrant people. But before Steph knew it, it was time to start the college application process. Like any wise person, she applied to safety schools, but she had her heart set on NYADA’s Dance Program. And much to her delight, come fall of 2040, Stephanie was NYC bound. The hardest part, undoubtedly, was being away from her family, but she adapted pretty well. Steph was quick to settle into classes and her job at the Spotlight Diner. Freshman Year, she even tried her hand at NYADA Players, but the cutthroat environment just wasn’t for her, so she’d save all her focus for Dance. 

While Steph thrives when she can make those close to her feel warm and fuzzy one on one, she can also err on the side of coming across a bit serious, or even sullen at times. Remaining positive and practicing healthy habits is just about as important to her as Dance. She might dull in the crowd, or against the bright city lights, but Steph has a tender gift of making her loved ones feel special, seemingly always being able to make friends, and of course dance. After some time at NYADA though, Steph settled on the idea of becoming a Dance Instructor. Whether that mean she work at a studio, own one of her own, or teach it in schools, she’d prefer to teach it, so now she studies both dance and education. Knowing that her time being on stage rather than teaching behind it is limited, she also participates in NYADA’s varsity dance team. In a way, it’s like a little slice of home. 

Now, Steph continues to work at the diner, study hard, and absorb every precious moment she has with her New York buddies. Currently, she lives in an apartment with a roommate and is feeling pretty grown up in the wake of her twenty-first birthday. But no matter how grown up she feels, Steph can’t wait for Summer and to spend some quality time with family and friends alike.

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[yikestripes]

Same old

A/N: Here you go anon!!! I hope you enjoy!!!!

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Request: May I request a fic with Bill Denbrough x reader that has Bill saving the reader from her worst fear that Pennywise is putting her through? (which can be something related to bullying or some sort of phobia). And I do think it’s more fitting as adults considering what happened in the second movie, but it’s also fine if they’re written younger—

(Y/D/J) = Your dream job

You swallowed hard, pulling up outside of the Chinese restaurant Mike had picked. You weren’t particularly prepared for the potential horrors waiting for you inside; you felt anxious as hell, being reunited with the people you’d called friends your entire childhood with barely any recollection of their names or virtually anything about them. As a matter of fact, you hardly remembered anything Mike had brought up during your brief phone call the night before about your childhood. You never had any reason to bring it up in conversation, or think about it for any other reason, so why would you remember? But then again, how could you forget? Isn’t that someone everyone does, forget? Especially when they grow up and move away? Apparently not.

You shook away the negative thoughts that swirled around your aching brain, and got out of your car as another car pulled into the parking lot. You paid no mind to the other car, too distracted by the restaurant looming overhead and what awaited you inside, when someone calling you from behind brought you back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned at the sound of your name being called by a distinctly deep, male voice, and were met with a man around your age squinting at you behind his glasses, seemingly confused. You stared for a second before it clicked; Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier stood before you, hands tucked sheepishly into his leather jacket, with his hair wild from running his fingers through it moments before.

“Oh my GOD! Richie!” You felt yourself running at him and attack him in a hug. He didn’t move at first, still slightly taken aback by having seen someone he hadn’t seen in 27 years look so painfully familiar but like a beautiful stranger. He moved to hug back but you’d already stepped back to get a better look at him.

“You look great, Trashmouth! What the hell!” You laughed and Richie’s awkwardness eased up as he smiled a bit.

“Look at you, you look gorgeous! What the fuck happened to me?” He glanced at his reflection in the glass of the window and shook his head a bit.

“Oh stop. When did you get in?” You asked, stuffing your own hands in your pockets, quickly becoming re-acquainted with the chilly air of Maine.

“Last night. You?”

“Earlier this afternoon. Have… have you seen anyone yet?”

“Nope. You?”

“Not yet. Wanna go in?”

“Not at all.”

“Alright, let’s do this.” You took your hands out of your pocket with a deep breath to calm your racing heart, and ripped the door open as Richie followed behind you.

The restaurant seemed nice and was brightly lit, which helped to relax you a little bit.

That might make it easier to recognize everyone.

The hostess led you and Rich to a private room aside from the main dining room, where 3 grown men near the fish tank, becoming readjusted to each other once again.

“Wow, take a look at these guys!” The shorter man in the red jacket said, attempting to relieve some of the tangible awkwardness.

You pressed your lips together as you made eye contact with the taller man, who seemed to be familiar in a different way than the others. His muscles contracted as he crossed his arms over his chest, his silver watch winking at you in the light. His blue eyes were bright, and full of hazy memory.

“Look at her TREMBLE girls! She’ll be a laughing stock by the end of the day!” Gretta Keene was cackling as you shook like a teapot, your back so far against the lockers that the locks were pressing into your back. You had no idea why Gretta was so terrifying, but she just was. There were no limits with her torment, and that certainly didn’t exclude you. She’d thrown wet trash on you, poured paint in your backpack in art class, and hid your clothes after gym class. She made you miserable at any opportunity, purely because she knew it bothered you; plus you were an easy target, you had no one to protect you. She had all the power. Especially since she found your sketchbook, filled with embarrassing drawings of one Bill Denbrough.

“Oh s-shut up, G-gretta.” The all-too-familiar lanky boy stepped out from behind Gretta, meekly followed by a few other boys you’d recognized from your classes through the years, who were always with Bill. Gretta whipped her ponytail around to look at who’d interrupted her fun, allowing you to sneak a bit closer to the boys.

“Aw would you look who it is, Stuttering Bill Denbrough! Coming to protect your little girlfriend, huh?” Bill’s blue eyes hardened, ignoring Gretta’s comment.

“Just leave her alone, she never did anything to you.” Bill crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh yeah? Or what?”

“O-or I'll r-r-remind the w-wh-whole school a-about how R-Ri-Richie p-p-pulled up your skirt d-during the cl-class play i-in 4th grade.” Bill smirked as Gretta’s face turned a shade of pink.

Richie snickered as he adjusted his glasses, clearly still amused by the memory. Eddie glared at him and Richie shrugged.

“You win this round, Denbrough,” Gretta glared at him, clearly trying but failing to intimidate him. “Next time, Stuttering Bill won’t be around to save your ass, you little slut.” Gretta lunged at you and you slammed back into the lockers, trying to hide your wince after hitting a lock particularly hard.

She sashayed away as you recovered, rubbing the lower part of your back.

“Thank you.” You whispered to Bill, casting your eyes down. You were extremely shy, especially after Gretta’s torment had begun. You looked back up and Bill smiled kindly at you, extending his hand to help you up.

“I-I’m Bill D-D-Denbrough,” You shook his hand with a shy grin. “I-I know w-we’ve had c-cl-classes together f-for a few y-y-years, b-but I d-don’t thi-think we’ve e-ever spoken.”

“I’m (Y/N).” Bill nodded.

“I’m Richie!”

“Edward Kaspbrak, but you can call me Eddie.” “Call him Eddie Spaghetti, he LOVES that!”

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Alright Eds, have it your way.”

“I hate Eds too! It’s Eddie!”

“Calm yourself, Eduardo.”

“RICHIE!” Richie snickered again as Eddie crossed his arms, huffing in frustration.

“I”m Stanley, Stanley Uris.”

“Oh, yes! We have math together.” You smiled at the curly-haired boy. He sat behind you at math, always answering the teacher’s questions.

“Bill?” You whispered, frowning slightly. Bill broke out into a grin and approached you slowly, memories streaming back.

“(Y/N).” He said almost breathlessly, pulling you into a tight hug. Your knees almost buckled beneath you at his familiar scent and feeling of him holding you so close and so tight.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long, I just, I can’t believe it…” You trailed off, an eruption of memories causing your previous headache to return. You grimaced slightly, and shook it away, not allowing something so silly to ruin your evening.

“I know. It’s been what, 18 years? 17? Right after college, I believe, is when we last saw each other.” Bill took a step back, suddenly feeling like he was back in high school with the way his emotions were running so rampant.

“Something like that. How have you been?? What’s been going on? What do you do?” You became readjusted quickly, the other Loser’s looking on with a familiar feeling, as if they’d seen the same sort of interactions between the two of you. As a matter of fact, they had. When you were all much, much younger, and a lot more unable to speak your feelings.

You and Bill caught up very quickly as you awaited the other’s arrivals, one by one. You learned he followed his heart and became a writer, and you’d actually read a few of his books! Contrary to popular belief, you thought his endings were not that bad. He’d been married for a few years, but it never quite worked out, so they ended up divorcing on civil terms. He found out you hadn’t married; never quite finding the right person. Little did you know, the right one had been only a few hours away, subconsciously writing your personality into book characters. You’d become (Y/D/J), traveling the world like you’d always wanted to, and settling down in a place that was the complete opposite of Derry. Not that you’d remembered what it was like in Derry, but once you returned, you shuddered at how much the place had affected you.

You left the Chinese restaurant feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders, weighing down on you like never before. Between finding out about why Stanley hadn’t been at dinner, the fortune cookie massacre, and your feelings for Bill all coming rushing back at once, there was almost nothing keeping you from leaving. Almost.

“I-I’m gonna go w-w-with Mikey to the library, you o-okay to get back by yourself?” Bill asked, mentally cursing for allowing his stutter to rear its head.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’m probably gonna go to bed and mull things over.” You rubbed your hand up and down his arm, watching as he untensed a little bit. Your touch was always enough to relax Bill, especially back in the days after the first battle.

You slept over his house pretty often, sneaking in and out of his window on the days you were afraid his parents would think you were spending too much time there. Half the time when you would wake up in the middle of the night by yourself, usually after a Gretta or Pennywise induced nightmare, and sneak over to Bill’s and climb into bed with him; your safe space. He would crack an eye open, smile, and open his arms to you. You climbed in and wiggled up next to him as he held you close, a smile gracing both of your faces.

“I’ll see you back there, then.” He smiled at you and his hand lingered on your shoulder for just a moment, before joining Mike in his car. You made it back to the motel without incident, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The following morning, you woke up and found yourself shivering for the first time in years; and you knew it wasn’t because of any sort of draft. Along with the horrid memories that poisoned your childhood, the ones that remained untouched by the horrors you experienced also recurred. It was almost as if you were reverting to the person you were while living in Derry, complete with your need for Bill Denbrough to protect you.

“It’s only going to work if we split up,” Mike said, glancing at each Loser.

“No way, statistically speaking we’re much better off if we remain together as a group!” Eddie said, nervousness lacing his already edgy voice.

“W-we can’t. You w-won’t b-be able to find y-your tokens, it’s a sort o-of… personal journey. E-each of us h-has to par-partake.” Bill said, clapping a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

You shrugged and started climbing the ladder, squinting in the filtered light of the Barrens as you walked forward, feeling propelled by some unknown force. Just as Mike had advised, you all split up. You’d crossed paths with Bill a bit later in the day, who looked extraordinarily pale. Assuming he’d already grabbed his token by the look on his face, you just pulled him into a hug.

You pulled away with a smile, quickly realizing your mistake. A mangled sort of Gretta Bowie stood in front of you, hair matted and her typical blue eyeshadow was replaced by something red and gooey, assumably blood.

“Did you miss me, freak?” A voice that was only partially human seemed to be coming from Gretta, even though her mouth didn’t move.

You stood in frozen horror, mouth agape.

“I missed you, I thought you’d never come back to talk with me.” The creature that resembled your former tormenter remarked. “No one ever wants to talk with me.” The creature flipped its matted hair. “Look at you TREMBLE! The whole school is gonna know about your pathetic little crush on Bill Denbrough, the boy with the stutter. You know he never loved you, right? He thought you were a freak, like the rest of us. Just a quiet, little freak. He only pretended to like you, because he’s such a nice guy. Look at you now! All grown up and the same little crush on Big stuttering Bill Denbrough!” Gretta cackled in the most sickeningly familiar way, and you dropped to your knees in tears.

It’s not real.

It’s not real.

It’s not real.

It’s real.

You felt like you were going to throw up, all the anxiety and shame rushing back at you all at once.

Bill had crossed the street near his old neighborhood, still slightly unnerved by his encounter with Pennywise. Subconsciously, he had been hoping to run into you on the hunt for your token, looking for some sort of excuse to see you. He hated the idea of the whole group splitting up, despite the visions Mike had forced him to see the previous night. He knew it was the only way but the reality of the situation sat heavy like a rock in his stomach; he couldn’t stand the idea of losing another loved one to the goddamn clown that had been terrorizing him since he was just 13 years old.

An ear piercing scream rang out suddenly, breaking Bill from his thoughts. A very familiar scream.

“(Y/N)!” Bill whipped around wildly, looking for some sort of direction to go in. Another scream rang out and he followed the sound to Jackson Street, where he found you on your hands and knees, screaming unintelligible words. It was almost as if you were screaming at someone, not just something.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled again. You hadn’t heard him, and just kept on screaming your head off. Suddenly you stopped, and curled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. You were clutching something to your chest that Bill couldn’t quite see as he tried to ease you into sitting up.

“H-hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” You looked up at him, your face completely tear stained with mascara running down your cheeks. Bill’s heart clenched a little bit.

“What h-h-happened?” You jumped into his arms, and began sobbing all over again. “Shhh, it’s o-over now. T-the clown c-c-can’t hurt you any-anymore.” He whispered into your hair, trying to get you to relax a little bit. Your heavy breathing eased as your breaths became more even, and you sat back on your heels.

“It was Gretta.” You said, your throat feeling raw from screaming. “She was telling me all these horrible things, and I-I just lost it.” You hugged the book tight to your chest.

“Well,” Bill’s eyes darted from the book to you. “At least you got your artifact.” He smiled his same old smile, making you feel a little bit warm inside. That smile could make anything seem a little bit brighter.

[seoulnotes]

Luce in altis   |   viii. Hemera, Kingdom of Light

S Y N O P S I S | Passed down from centuries worth of history, the remnants of a hatred between two kings reside in a small village that serves as a border between their two feuding kingdoms. y/n lives in that village and must seek aid from one of the kings. Her trust is tested when she learns of the king that is truly wicked.

C H A R A C T E R S | Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, reader (y/n) ; (mentions of other members)

G E N R E | fantasy, romance, drama — royalty au ; PG-15

W A R N I N G S (chapter specific) | none

W O R D C O U N T | 4.3k

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The trip to Hemera was as Taehyung described it in his greetings to Jimin when he had arrived in Erebus. Taehyung had allowed me to leave in one of his carriages and drawn by his horses and men. Trailing behind my carriage was a wagon with two chests containing clothes and such. I suppose I should be thankful Taehyung sent me off with such, regardless of him not being present.

They would return when we arrived at his kingdom and make their way back to Erebus.

We made one last stop at the town right before leaving the kingdom, staying the night at a tavern with an owner who was not so happy with the arrival of the entire court of their enemy kingdom. Right after the night, the procession would enter the forest.

We didn’t stop once through the entire forest on the outside of Erebus and I understood why. Creatures of unspeakable origins and hunger prowled the forest and from one look outside of the window of the carriage, I saw that soldiers were ordered to walk right beside each carriage including mine.

A soldier noticed me peering from the window and rode close, bending his head down slightly. “My lady, we are passing through the forest outside of Erebus. His Majesty had ordered me to stay by your side for this trip.”

I did my best to muster a gentle smile in return. “Thank you.”

The trip through the forest took an entire day and a half, much faster on horseback than the trip I had taken on foot. Once we made it clear through the forest, the procession would set camp for the night where soldiers were to build tents for different members from the court.

The soldier who was supposed to guard me for the entirety of the trip helped to set up my tent. Different animal hides were placed on the outside and a rug was placed on the floor of the inside. I realized that my tent was near Jimin’s tent, perhaps it was his order to do so.

When I glanced over to his tent being built, I noticed that he was a part of the building process with the rest of his guard. They tried their hardest to refuse his help, but he still tossed his outer jacket to the side, leaving him in a tunic and him rolling up his sleeves.

The gesture made the corners of my mouth turn and I turned away to hide my looking.

I thought rumors were just by word of mouth and over many mouths passed, it would not be considered the truth it once was but rather a twisted form having gone through wear and tear. However, seeing Jimin attempt to give help to his guards to build his quarters for a single night had proven the rumor of the kingdom of light’s ruler to be just as kind as they say and host a heart of gold.

I wanted to trust him, but Taehyung’s warning still rang in my ears. I decided to wait longer.

For the night, I dined with Jimin and a few members of his court. Jimin was welcoming as he always was, but his court’s stare reminded me that I was the outsider, the fiance of the kingdom they didn’t have a favor for.

I was not unwelcomed outright, but they made it clear that they didn’t enjoy dining with me at their table.

—

It took a week to arrive at Hemera and when we had finally made it through the front gates, it was nightfall. I kept my gaze out of the window and the grand palace was in my sight. Although it was dark, the palace was breathtaking. Rather than the dark looming feeling emitted from Erebus’s palace, this palace had felt every bit of inviting.

Despite the darkness of the night, the light of candles allowed the exterior of seemingly white stone to reflect its light. Like vines of flowers were intentionally overgrown to make the stone less empty with life, they crept up the sides of the palace.

“Your highness, we are here and are to meet His Majesty at the front of the palace,” the soldier spoke.

The carriage came to a stop and the soldier helped me step off of it.

“Since it is nightfall, I will have to postpone showing you around my kingdom until tomorrow,” Jimin said when I had made it to the entrance of the palace. “I will have to be your personal tour guide while you are here,” he smiled and bowed as a joke.

“Your Majesty!” I was shocked that he had bowed even as a joke. A king should never do that. “I am fine just being at this palace; it is beautiful enough for my humble self to be in the presence of.”

Phrasing was everything I had learned through my weeks at Erebus. The politeness in my tone was always there when I spoke.

“I will have a palace staff show you to your room and see you in the morning.” With one last smile on his profile, he had begun up the grand stairs towards what I assumed to be his quarters.

—

Servants were at my door the next morning when the sun was passed its rising point. It must have been around nine in the morning.

It was a new feeling waking up in the morning to birds chirping rather than silence and I was given the opportunity to sit by the large window and peer down at the city in the distance beyond the courtyard.

“Your highness, we’ve been instructed by His Majesty to be your personal staff whilst you’re here. My name is Isobel,” a quite short girl bowed lowly and the two staff behind her bowed as well.

Regardless of being served on, I was never going to adjust from being a simple girl from the village to being someone served on. Thus, I made the gesture to return the bow in kindness.

“Needn’t bow to us,” Isobel smiled. “We will help you prepare in the morning,” her tone was suggesting, to let me know.

I took notice of their clothing, rather than the dark tones of fabric worn in Erebus, they adorned a simple dress beneath an apron. Each wearing their preferred pattern or simple tone of color, but much lighter. One of them even wore a dress of simple flowers made from light pastels, distressed over time.

“Thank you.” I returned a smile not sure if I was able to refuse their help.

“We can help you into one of your gowns from your chest if possible as there are not many gowns in this palace. His Majesty has sent for a royal seamstress who will arrive tomorrow afternoon. For now, His Majesty would like to know if you’d join him for breakfast.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

I joined the servants in tearing through the wardrobe Taehyung had sent me with and choosing pieces to hang in the closet. I realized quickly that the fashion of this kingdom was nearly the opposite of Erebus with a style closer to the one from my village which followed more modesty.

Unfortunately, the clothing I brought were mostly dark tones. I managed to find a burgundy dress with white flowers beneath a layer of tulle and hoped it was enough to get me through until the seamstress came to rescue me. With dark dresses, I was most likely to stick out like a sore thumb.

The dress was simple, no plunging neckline or back, rather a scooped neckline that revealed my collar bone with a flowing skirt passed my knees. The sleeve went to my elbow which I was not happy to see the crescent moon right below it. If only the sleeve had been a bit longer.

Isobel helped to pin a strand of hair back, leaving the rest of my hair to flow freely.

Some of the court joined for breakfast and I was glad that I was not the only one who might have dressed up too much for the occasion. The long table was set with different pitches of juices, coffee, teas, and an assortment of breakfast baked goods.

To be completely honest, the scene seemed like a closely knitted group of friends enjoying breakfast together rather than a royal court.

It seemed everyone had left a seat next to Jimin’s right and I was designated to sit there. He was not wearing his crown this morning.

“I hope I’m not too dressed up for this.” I looked down and brushed my hands on my dress out of habit.

“It’s perfectly fine,” Jimin brought a kind smile onto his lips. He reached out to pass a plate with muffins on it to me.

“I know I said I would show you the city today, unfortunately, I have forgotten my schedule and that I was to visit the capital’s schoolhouse and deliver the new books I acquired from the continent.”

“You deliver them yourself?” Confusion knitted in my brows. It was such a small task, anyone in this palace could carry out for him, but he was doing it himself. I peeled a piece from the muffin.

He nodded. “Since the schoolhouse is in the capital, I am able to visit it easily. For other cities in this kingdom, I have them delivered.” He shifted closer to me with a hand covering his mouth as if we were sharing a secret. “I also have some gifts for the school children. I was advised not to do this since my council thinks it might spoil them too much.”

I smiled in return. I was somewhat shocked a king went through such lengths, but it was the type of shock that wore off into happiness. He was indeed a kind king.

An idea struck. “Would it be possible for me to come along?”

“Yes! Yes, it would be a great opportunity to show you some of the capital then.” Jimin grinned in excitement.

After breakfast, we walked to the entrance of the palace. Outside were a few wagons with chests on them and a carriage.

I kept my eyes on the window the entire time, fascinated at the buildings passing. There was a road to one side where many sellers had stands of produce. Most importantly, there were so many colors.

I could not help but once again, compare the two kingdoms. The moment I had stepped foot onto the kingdom’s land, I felt a difference whether it was the change of scenery or the atmosphere.

As we passed through the city, I noticed beautiful shops set up. It seemed the bottom level was a shop, french doors wide open for business selling different crafts. The top-level were living quarters as I noticed clothing hanging on the balcony. It was wonderful to see a casual environment.

The citizens wore smiles of joy, satisfaction of life. Their eyes were kind as they spoke to their neighbors and visitors to the market. Everyone greeted each other as if they had been friends. It reminded me of home.

There answers why those from my village wished to marry into the kingdom of Hemera instead of Erebus.

When we had arrived at a stop in front of a building with many windows, I knew it was the schoolhouse with different young faces peeping behind the glass with excited smiles. The children had to have been around elementary level.

“We’re here.”

Jimin had given me a hand off the carriage as children escaped from the building’s door and crowded around him.

“King Jimin! You’re here!” A young boy shouted, nearly exploding with excitement as he jumped a few times.

“His Majesty,” a young woman, who I assumed to be the teacher, tutted, correcting his language.

Jimin only smiled wider, not minding the use of his name. He kneeled down and opened his arms accepting a small group of children who wanted a hug. Immediately, the few who weren’t particularly shy and young, jumped into his arms, nearly tackling him while the rest who were older excitedly chattered amongst themselves.

“Don’t worry, King Jimin has brought gifts for you guys.” It was strange hearing less formality from him.

The woman who seemed to be regarding formality still broke a small smile and his declaration received happy cheers.

I stood back, my own lips tugging into a smile unconsciously. A young girl raised a finger towards me. “Who is she?”

“She’s the princess of a foreign land visiting,” Jimin said, glancing over to me with a smile.

The crowd gasped and gave a singular ‘oooo…’ in fascination.

I waved to them, not used to the attention of so many curious eyes.

I realized that he didn’t mention I was from Erebus on purpose and I was grateful for it. There was no judgment on the table.

As we entered the schoolhouse, the chests were unloaded from the wagons. I didn’t know what Jimin’s schedule exactly entailed besides delivering the books and gifts. I trailed behind the group and a girl came to my side.

I noticed she had been one of the children who excitedly hug Jimin. She pulled onto my hand. “Hi Princess, I’m Olivia!”

I smiled in response and allowed her to pull me towards the group as they entered a classroom.

It turned out that Jimin planned to spend quite some time with the class. There was a time where the teacher returned to lessons and Jimin simply sat at one of the group tables and worked with the children whether helping them learn to write the alphabet letters or draw pictures to help represent words.

I sat at the table adjacent to his with other children. For the letter ‘R’, my table had chosen to draw rainbows while Jimin had chosen to draw a rabbit and then proudly show it to my group and the rest of the class.

Thankfully being a king didn’t involve drawing talents. I held back a giggle when he presented it. One of the ears was too large compared to the other and I didn’t think it was possible to make a rabbit frown so sadly.

“Why is the rabbit crying?” A student asked head tilted slightly as if trying to interpret the drawing.

Jimin frowned. “It’s supposed to be smiling.”

I was not strong enough to hold my giggle and Jimin passed a false glare towards me.

“Hey! Let me see your drawing then!” He was playing along for the children and crossed his arms.

“An easy drawing, of course,” he teased when I presented my rainbow.

I would never have the guts to tease back, but perhaps it was the atmosphere of being in a classroom surrounded by young children that brought out the child in m. “Of course, with such talents as yours, your rainbow would be indeed as beautiful as a real one, Your Majesty!”

—

Ironically during the break, we played an interesting game of saving the princesses and princes. Along with a few other girls and boys, we were guarded by a mean dragon played by Jimin and the rest of the class had to save us with foam swords.

I had not realized we spent nearly the entire school day with the children. The day had washed away with laughter and smiles, something I was not sure I had ever experienced even when I was at home. By the end of it, I felt levels of happiness and carefree higher than my own height.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you visit, Your Majesty,” the teacher bowed deeply. “The children were beyond excited and counted down the days to your visit. Thank you for the new books.” I couldn’t quite read her eyes between admiring her caring king or something beyond that. I’d go as far as to say it resembled something only a lover could produce. How often did Jimin visit this school?

“It’s my pleasure to provide the best for this kingdom’s next generation and it’s always a joy to visit,” Jimin replied, nothing in his eyes resembled quite the emotion she had.

When we got back into the carriage to leave, it was a short ride compared to the one to the palace. “Are we not going to the palace?”

“If you’d like to, we can. If not, we are heading to dinner.”

I shook my head. “Dinner sounds great.”

“Then shall we?” He extended his hand towards the door of the carriage.

I realized this restaurant was not a grand large one, but rather something that represented a small quaint cafe. The restaurant had inviting french doors, wide open, and from the outside, I could see it was quite crowded. Everyone dining inside was laughing or chatting happily.

Then came the aroma of food, many spices were clinging to the air and my mouth was actually beginning to water.

“Your Majesty! I didn’t know you were stopping by for dinner today!” A short woman ran from the door when she noticed the carriage outside. She was wearing a white apron although by now, many stains adorned the white fabric and her graying hair was tied into a bun.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Jimin chuckled.

The woman gave him a feigned disappointed frown. “Always trying to surprise,” she tutted. “You should have told me. Thankfully I always am ready to make your favorite,” her frown adjusted into a wide smile. This time I noticed the wrinkles near the corner of her eyes worn from many years of smiling and age.

The scene reminded me of a mother who was seeing her son again and was ready to feed him until he was too full to move. She was quick to rush to both of us and placed a hand onto our shoulders before bringing us inside.

It seemed that the woman was already prepared to serve a full meal the moment we were seated. She dashed into the kitchen and disappeared for a while, presumably preparing the meal. I had absolutely no idea what was in store.

In the meantime, a different server returned with red wine.

“When I was betrothed, we used to come here every week. She was the one who showed me this place. The woman you met was just a girl when we came,” Jimin kept his stare on the glass of wine. Even though his eyes were not lifted, I saw the slight bitterness hidden in them. Underneath the lightness of his tone, I knew there was something hurting within to speak of this topic. I just wasn’t sure why he had decided to tell me of all people.

“Your queen?” I knew it was stupid to even continue the conversation he had started, but my curiosity spoke before I realized. I never saw a queen at the palace.

“She was. She was a wonderful queen with a kind heart for our people, but I had to learn to rule without her by my side. I-” he paused, words stuck in his throat. “I continued to live and she did not.”

That was that.

Silence took over and I didn’t want to continue down the path of talking of his past love.

“The children call you by your name?” A random thought caught me. I swirled the glass watching the liquid whirl around the side not really sure if I wanted to meet his eyes after the hurt I heard in his voice previously.

He paused for a second as if to gather his thoughts and took a sip from the glass. “I don’t mind. Titles do not make a king or queen. Although it is our position, the person who does the rightful job is naturally the king or queen. A weak king is not a true king even if his citizens grovel at his feet, regardless of the crown he might bear.”

I nodded. A true king he was if he spent much time amongst his people.

“On that note, you don’t have to address me as ‘Your Majesty’,” he added and I realized the previous somber tone in his voice was gone.

“I couldn’t, it would break formality,” I insisted. “I am no person of impoliteness.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. See? I broke formality first, so it’s okay if you do so as well.”

It brought on an atmosphere of casualness I had not experienced in a while. “Okay, Jimin.” The name felt weird rolling off my tongue when I had only referred to him as His Majesty thus far.

“Okay! Here we are,” the woman returned with a tray as well as the server holding another tray.

After arranging all the dishes onto the table, there was barely room for the wine.

“This is more than what I usually get,” Jimin mentioned, a feigned frown. He looked like a child and I couldn’t help the slight giggle at the back of my throat.

“You brought a guest and no one is allowed to leave here until they are one-hundred percent full!” She exclaimed.

My mouth watered at the sight before me. There were breads, a variation of roasted turkey and veal, all sliced, and many dishes I had never seen before, although the aroma was enough to tell me they would be delicious.

“I will be back when I see the dishes empty!” She left before Jimin could protest.

“Thank you!” Jimin shouted back as she disappeared behind the kitchen doors.

I was not sure if both of us could even put a dent in the amount of food on the table. I gave Jimin a look. “I don’t think she’ll be returning. We’ll never finish all of this,” I chuckled.

“I agree,” he began to bring food onto his plate.

We were both right because by the time we were full, the food was barely touched.

“Alice, we’re done! I’ll leave money on the table,” Jimin made no movement to get up but slipped me a mischievous smile. It was a tactic to get her to come back out although we haven’t heeded her wish to finish everything.

In a split second, she was rushing back to our table. “No, no, no, absolutely not! You are not allowed to pay!”

“Just enough to break even, to cover the cost of preparing this. How about that?” Jimin suggested.

“It was a pleasure to serve you, that was payment enough.”

“You can’t keep doing this every time I come here,” a whine was present in his voice. I could only stay out of it with a laugh begging to come out.

“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes all but said that.

“Okay, now take the rest of it back home. Eat it for a snack, give it to your friends.”

I was amused by her casual tone, the nagging to a son as if Jimin was not centuries older than her.

“I will, I will.”

She was quick to pack the food into different containers and walk us out to the carriage with it.

Once the food was settled, I was remembered to thank her. “The food was delicious. If I had space to eat more, I would have!”

She returned a smile, happily accepting my words. “I’m happy you enjoyed it!”

Then Jimin snuck a hand into the pocket of her apron, probably payment of some sort because she reached a hand to slap his shoulder. “Do not do that!”

He already disappeared into the carriage and shut the door behind him. Realizing she could not open the carriage in any way, she turned around. “This child, no matter how old he is,” she muttered under her breath.

“Thank you again,” I chuckled and entered the carriage just in time for Jimin to open the door and shut it.

The ride back to the palace allowed time for me to laugh about how the situation played out. My stomach felt sore by the time I was back in my bedroom.

When I was finally in my room, being alone and the silence allowed my thoughts to surface. I found myself comparing the two brothers.

Jimin liberated me for the first time in a month after being confined in Taehyung’s palace. Jimin allowed me to travel outside of his palace and even see the kingdom’s capital whereas Taehyung never allowed me to step foot outside of the palace.

Taehyung only hid his motives and ambiguous secrets behind the commands he gave me to follow. I didn’t know what he was truly after.

He told me to not trust Jimin yet gave me no reasons as to why I shouldn’t.

He made me his bride through the means to protect me from his kingdom yet he didn’t tell me what I was needing protection from. I was not harmed yet I didn’t know what I could be receiving harm from.

All the while, I was forced into performing the tasks of a bride and went along to plan the wedding even though at the end of the day it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real, but it only pulled me farther away from understanding the man who allowed me to choose whether I would marry him during the Winter Solstice and closer to the man who made me his bride.

In the matter of a month, I only came up with reasons to not trust Taehyung.

With the fresh feeling of freedom and joy that I felt today, it was easy for me to ease my trust with Jimin. I had only been in Hemera for a single day and already, I was not sure if I should heed Taehyung’s advice further or begin to trust Jimin instead.

I feared that it was easier to do the latter.

I shook my head to clear it of the thought. Perhaps it was just the feeling of liberation Jimin gave me mixed with the desperation to find my family that made me want to trust him so easily.

a/n

awww man jimin was sooooo fluffy in this chapter and this chapter was too cute with him playing with the kids. i hope yall’s heart was as fluffed as mine by it :)

yours truly, Selene ♡

[my-creative-hell]

Saved (Child au)

The store bustles quietly around Grave as she stares at the food in front of her, thinking on what she could make herself for food when she managed to get home, the afternoon wearing on as she tries to decide.

The rest of the store is fairly quiet, people getting on with their own days, wrapped up in their own worlds as they wander and shop, barely paying attention to one another as Grave scoots herself as close to the shelves as possible, not wanting to run into anyone.

But out of the corner of her eyes, she can see a small child wandering the store, seemingly alone as he carries his younger sibling in his arms, gentle and cautious as he walks through the aisles.

Tapping her feet gently, Grave waves to the small child politely, watching him wave back as he carries his younger sibling, who seems to be asleep as he moves through the aisle, no adult to be seen with them as Grave keeps an eye on them.

“Are you lost or somethin?” Grave questions, frowning as she lowers her voice, making it soft as the elder child jumps.

“W-What?” He questions gently, looking around himself as he focuses on Grave, seemingly unsure of the action.

“Sorry! I just wanted to know if you were lost cuz you’re kinda alone…” Grave explains, tapping her feet as she grows slightly worried for the children.

“M-My dads somewhere… I’m not sure where.” The child explains, backing away from Grave as he looks around himself.

“Do you need help finding your dad?” Grave asks, frowning more as she watches the child look to the floor nervously, nodding in a silent answer. “What does he look like?” Grave questions, thinking through her options as she watches the kid think.

“H-He has black hair… a-and he’s wearing a suit.” The child explains, trying to focus on Grave as he adjusts his grip on his sleeping sibling.

“Alright, come on!” Grave exclaims softly, keeping her pace slow enough for the child to follow her as she walks, keeping an eye as he walks besides her, looking around the store in search of his dad.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Grave asks, trying to keep gentle conversation as she walks, a calming smile on her face.

“M-My names Jake…” The child explains, looking up at Grave as he follows her through the store.

“Huh… that’s a nice name! I’m Grave, its nice to meet you.” Grave explains, glowing softly as she walks with the child.

“Its nice to meet you t-too…” Jake mumbles softly, looking surprised as he looks ahead of Grave, pausing in his step.

“What’s wrong?” Grave questions, frowning in concern as Jake shies away from her, able to see a well-dressed man ahead.

“That’s your dad, right?” Grave questions quietly, feeling worried as Jake nods, the man walking over to them.

“Hey Jakey, you bothering the nice lady? Come here.” Smiling fakely, the man ushers Jake quickly away from Grave.

“He wasn’t bothering me at all! I was just helping him find you.” Grave explains, feeling concerned as Jake steps to his fathers side.

“I’m terribly sorry, my son has a terrible habit of wandering away from me and getting himself into trouble.” Jake’s father speaks again, smiling as Jake stands beside him silently.

“I-Its fine, there’s no need to apologize or anything!” Grave exclaims softly, smiling despite her discomfort and concern for the situation.

“Well thank you for returning my sons to me, I’ll be sure to have a talk with them about running off.” Jake’s father explains, holding onto the childs shoulder as he speaks. ”Y-You’re welcome…” Grave giggles quietly, feeling nervous as the man squeezes Jake’s shoulder gently.

“We had best get going young lady.” He explains, smiling coldly as he holds onto Jake firmly.

“O-Okay… bye, I guess.” Grave nods, waving as she walks away, trying not to worry as she see’s the man grab Jake’s hand firmly, preventing him from moving away.

Frowning, Grave moves into another aisle as the man pulls Jake away, walking in the opposite direction. Pretending to look for something, Grave tries to stop worrying about the off feeling in her stomach as the man pulls Jake away, talking to him in a hushed voice.

Tapping her feet, Grave glows; feeling slightly worries as she watches Jake lean away from his father, looking uncomfortable. Watching him, Grave frowns, feeling something off about him as he pulls Jake out of the store with him.

Feeling uneasy, Grave follows them silently, watching the man drag Jake along as he winces at the strong grip on his arm. Frowning, Grave continues to follow, walking faster as she feels anger boiling inside of her for the children.

Dragging Jake in front of a door, the man leans down to speak to him, his face cold and frustrated with the child as he flinches away.

“Hey sir, I-I think you dropped this!” Grave exclaims, pulling something out of her pocket as she thinks on the fly.

“Excuse me?” The man questions, pushing Jake back, causing the child to fall over onto the floor a Grave approaches him, landing a solid punch into his jaw.

“Oops, my bad!” Grave exclaims, the man backing away as Jake cowers away, shaking as he lies on the floor.

“The fuck?!” Seeming surprised and angry, the mans exclamation is harsh as Grave approaches him again.

“What? I’m just giving you what you dropped!” Grave explains, punching him again as he begins to look angered, Jake hiding away with his younger sibling. “Fuck are you gonna do?” Grave questions harshly, glowing as she allows her anger to spike.

“The fuck do you even want?” The man growls out, his teeth bared threateningly at Grave.

“I don’t have to tell you, dude!” Grave exclaims, a malicious smile forming on her face as Jake lays on the ground, shaking fearfully. Frowning, Grave watches Jake, wanting to be able to help despite currently being in a fight.

“What? You want the stupid fucking kids or something?” The man questions, snarling at Jake as he shakes.

“Did you just call them stupid?” Grave questions, frowning more as she watches the man pull Jake off of the floor, pinching his face roughly.

“Yes I fucking did. He’s stupid and useless. A good for nothing mistake his mother should have gotten rid of, and don’t start me on his brother.” The man berates the children harshly, Jake flinching at the cold words.

“Close your eyes, okay?” Grave warns Jake, her voice deceptively soft as she pulls a knife out of her pocket, the scared child obeying her quickly, squeezing his eyes shut.

Smiling gently, Grave slashes at the man harshly, watching him cough up blood as he snarls at her in response. Smiling more, Grave stabs into his abdomen, watching him drop down happily as Jake shivers, keeping his eyes shut as told.

“Are you okay with being touched right now?” Grave questions, putting her knife away as she speaks calmly to Jake, who keeps his eyes closed in panic as he nods, too shaken to speak.

“Sorry…” Smiling softly, Grave gently picks Jake and his smaller sibling up, keeping her voice hushed as Jake hides in her, keeping his eyes closed as his younger sibling stays asleep beside him.

Glowing softly, Grave warms up the two children as she walks, watching Jake snuggle into her as he keeps his eyes shut, feeling exhausted. Smiling, Grave walks faster as Jake relaxes into her, seemingly dozing off, exhausted from all the panic he had gone through.

Moving to her house quickly, Grave clips inside as Jake shifts in her arms, unconscious from the panic as he rests on her. Thinking, Grave moves into one of the guest rooms in her home as Jake’s younger sibling yawns, nuzzling into her gently.

“Fffuck, I don’t wanna put you down…” Grave complains, sighing softly as she whispers, the younger sibling making a soft noise as he snuggles into her comfortably.

“…Fuck it.” Moving into the living room, Grave sits down on the couch as the younger sibling coos softly, sucking on his fingers as he dozes on Grave.

Smiling, Grave pets the childs hair gently, listening to him coo again as Jake shifts carefully in her arms. Glowing softly, Jake pats his head as well, keeping gentle and calm.

“S-Shaun…” Stirring slightly from his sleep, Jake mumbles softly as he shifts, leaning into Grave’s touch. Watching Jake, Grave thinks of saying something, though she shuts her mouth as he stirs more, still feeling panicked as he leans into her.

Petting his hair gently, Grave hopes to calm Jake down as he opens his eyes slightly, groaning softly as he wakes up. Smiling gently, Grave taps her feet softly as Jake wakes up more, jumping as he notices Grave in front of him.

“Its okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Grave reassures him, dropping her voice to be soft and quiet as she speaks.

“Shaun?” Jake questions, shaking slightly as he watches Grave, feeling concerned and panicked of their situation.

“He’s right here, don’t worry.” Grave reassures him, shifting to allow Jake to see him sleeping brother, watching him relax slightly at the sight, though he remains on guard, weary of Grave.

“Do you wanna watch TV? O-Or eat something?” Grave questions softly, tapping her feet as she thinks through her words.

“N-No hurt?” Jake responds, his voice almost inaudible as he looks away from Grave, clearly feeling nervous.

“Of course not!” Grave exclaims softly, frowning as she shakes her head, trying to convey her negative feelings to the child.

“None? N-Not even a little?” Jake pushes, not seeming convinced as he watches Grave curiously.

“Nope! I’m gonna keep you safe.” Grave explains, shaking her head again to push across her point.

“Safe?…” Jake questions, looking confused as he glances to Grave, curious and afraid all at once.

“Yes, safe!” Grave exclaims softly, smiling gently as Jake frowns, nodding gently in response for her. “Do you want anything?” Grave asks gently, wiggling as she lowers her voice, speaking softly.

“Not supposed to speak…” Jake mumbles softly, looking surprised as he fiddles with his hands, casting his eyes away from Grave.

“Well… you can speak here! You don’t have to be quiet all the time.” Grave explains, frowning softly.

“W-Why?” Jake questions, looking down at the couch as he fiddles with his fingers nervously.

“Because if you don’t speak, nobody knows what you want or need! And I need to know what you need to take care of you.” Grave explains, glowing softly in worry for the two children.

“But annoying…” Jake argues gently, humming softly as he keeps his gaze off of Grave, playing with his hands.

“Its not annoying at all! It’s the opposite, actually.” Grave reassures him, frowning as her worry for the children grows.

“It is?” Jake questions, looking up at Grave questioningly, not seeming to believe her words as he speaks.

“It is, its very important!” Grave reassures him, making Jake look surprised as he plays with his fingers.

“U-Um… uh.” Not sure what to say, Jake mumbles quietly, tripping over himself as he tries to form a sentence.

“When was the last time y’all ate something?” Grave questions, thinking on her feet as Jake looks away from her.

“I-I ate… three days ago? Shaun ate t-two ago…” Jake explains, Grave now noticing how small the two children looked, malnourished and neglected.

“Yeah, that’s bad.” Grave comments, getting up off of the couch and moving into the kitchen, Jake watching her as he holds onto Shaun nervously.

“What do you wanna eat? I’ve got…” Trailing off, Grave looks into the fridge. “So much more stuff than I thought…” She comments.

“W-We normally eat whatever f-father gives us…” Jake explains, watching Grave curiously as she taps her feet against the ground.

“Well, you’re not with him now, so you can pick whatever you want.” Grave explains, thinking for a moment. “I could give you some options if that’d make it easier?” She offers, Jake nodding as he curls up nervously.

“Food, babey!” Grave exclaims gently, pulling out some spaghetti, chicken tenders and pizza for Jake to choose from.

“Whats that?” Peeking from the couch curiously, Jake points the pizza, speaking softly as he gestured.

“Its pizza!” Grave explains, frowning softly. “You’ve never had it before?” She questions softly.

“Not allowed…” Jake explains, shaking his head as he huddles into himself gently, watching Grave.

“You can have pizza here!” Grave exclaims softly, smiling as she glows. “Do you wanna try it?” She offers, Jake biting his lip as he nods.

“Fuck yeah!” Getting some plates, Grave pauses as she realises something. “Oh wait… sorry, I shouldn’t say that in front of you.” She explains, putting the pizza on the plates into the microwave.

“Father said it a lot…” Jake explains, lying down on the couch as Shaun sleeps beside him silently.

“Oh… well he shouldn’t have.” Grave explains, frowning softly as Jake shrugs in response.

“D-Doesn’t matter.” He explains, shivering slightly as he lies down, trying to stay out of view.

“It does!” Grave exclaims, frowning as she pulls her hoodie off, Jake jumping at the loud voice. “You cold?” She questions softly.

“N-No…” Jake lies, shaking his head as Grave frowns more, knowing she couldn’t believe him.

“Mhm, sure you’re not…” She mumbles, handing Jake the hoodie. “Also sorry for raising my voice.” She apologises, feeling guilty.

“Its okay… I was rude.” Jake admits, curling in on himself as Grave shakes her head in response.

“You weren’t being rude at all! And please take the hoodie, because I know you’re cold.” Grave urges him gently, Jake whining quietly, though he listens, taking the hoodie from Grave and slipping it on.

“Pizza time!” Giggling at the gigantic size of her hoodie on Jake, Grave takes the pizza out of the microwave as Jake sits up, poking Shaun gently as he naps.

Wiggling, Grave taps her fingers on the table excitedly as Shaun yawns, rolling over as he stirs slightly.

“Have you ever had fruit punch before or nah?” Grave questions, thinking as Jake shakes his head, Shaun opening his eyes slightly. “That’s changing too!” Grave exclaims, grabbing some cups and juice for the two bois.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Grave comments softly, her voice soft as Shaun coos, nibbling on his hand as he wakes up, sucking it gently. “You good?” Grave questions, lowering her voice as Jake flinches.

“H-He’s fine.” Jake answers quickly, making Grave frown in concern at the obvious lie he told.

“Are you sure? Cuz you can tell me if something’s wrong…” Grave reassures him, watching Jake bite his lip nervously.

“He’s small… very small.” Jake explains, hugging Shaun close to him gently as he struggles to speak.

“Like underweight?” Grave questions, glowing softly in concern as Jake frowns, Shaun cooing softly.

“H-He doesn’t talk a lot… cant really. He doesn’t act his age.” Jake explains more, trying to force the words out.

“Oh… well that’s okay.” Grave reassures him, smiling gently as Jake helps Shaun sit up properly.

“Father said he was an idiot.” He mumbles softly, looking downcast as Shaun wiggles in his arms.

“Your father was the actual idiot.” Grave comments, scoffing as she rolls her eyes, Shaun babbling softly as Jake looks at her in surprise. “What? Its true! He had less common sense than a person with half of a brain!” She exclaims softly, smiling as she looks at Jake.

Feeling unused to this kind of attention, Jake flashes Grave a small smile as she mumbles something under her breath, wiggling as Shaun squeaks happily.

“Have m o n c h!” Grave exclaims, handing Jake the food and drinks gently, watching him take his own.

“T-Thank you.” Jake speaks gratefully, helping Shaun to take his food in his small hands as he speaks.

“No problem!” Grave exclaims softly, thinking as she watches Shaun. “Help?” She asks him, Jake nodding for Shaun as he looks at Grave, babbling softly.

Nodding, Grave sits beside Shaun ad he wiggles, babbling happily as she assists him in eating his food properly.

Giggling, Grave glows as Shaun babbles more, eating his food happily as Jake keeps an eye, eating his own.

“Do you like it?” Grave questions, flicking her eyes over to Jake for a moment as he nods, smiling gently.

“Good, I’m gad you do!” Grave exclaims, tapping her feet happily as Shaun babbles, eating his food quickly.

“Jeez, don’t eat too fast.” Grave warns him, chuckling. “You don’t wanna choke or anything.” She continues quietly, Shaun giggling, babbling his response. Glowing happily, Grave boops his nose as he snorts, swatting her hand gently.

“Mmmsorry.” Grave lies, smiling as Shaun blows her a raspberry, falling on top of her as he moves. “You’re so silly!” Grave exclaims, giggling softly as Shaun snorts again, Jake finishing his food quietly.

“You good?” Grave questions, looking to Jake as she wiggles slightly, Jake nodding in response as he scratches at his arm gently, feeling grimy.

“You probably need a bath…” Grave comments softly, speaking quietly as she thinks out loud, Jake looking at her in confusion. “You dunno what a bath is?” Grave questions, frowning as Jake looks away from her guiltily.

“Its okay! Its not your fault if you don’t know…” Grave reassures him gently, not wanting to make him feel worse as he sniffles, scratching. “Do you wanna see what it is?” Grave asks, wishing she could hug Jake as he looks at her, nodding silently.

“C’mon, it t i m e.” Grave speaks seriously, giggling as she picks Shaun up off of the couch, Jake following her as she walks into the warm bathroom.

“You can pick whatever soap you want! There’s apple, vanilla, lavender, the orange one doesn’t smell like oranges but its here so…” Grave explains, Jake nodding as he sniffs at the soap, handing her the vanilla one gently in decision.

Smiling, Grave lifts the soap for Shaun to sniff, watching him squeak happily as he sniffs the soap.

“Aw y e a h, vanilla bois.” Grave jokes, giggling as she glows softly, Jake smiling softly as he bounces happily. “Ah yes, the water seems very w e t today.” Grave comments, turning on the water to wait for it to warm up, Shaun babbling softly as he sucks on his hand.

“Don’t take a million years please.” Grave pleads, putting the plug in the drain as the water runs warm, Shaun babbling as he leans into her gently.

“Do you want a bubble bath or just a normal one?” Grave asks, smiling as she taps her feet, watching the water rise as Jake nods curiously.

Putting soap in the bath, Grave holds onto Shaun as she ripples the water, feeling him bounce as he babbles softly.

“Clean puddle time!” Grave exclaims, turning off the water as the bath finishes running, Jake nodding as Shaun giggles. “Do you want me to stay here and help or do you got this?” Grave questions softly.

“S-Stay…” Jake mumbles softly, looking away from Grave nervously as he thinks it over. “I’ll stay, then!” Grave exclaims softly, closing her eyes as she wiggles, listening as Jake lifts Shaun into the bath, getting in himself. “Can I open my eyes now?” Grave questions.

“Yeah…” Jake answers quietly as Grave plays with her fingers, trying to keep still as he speaks

“I can see now!” Opening her eyes, Grave smiles brightly as Shaun babbles, splashing the water around happily. “I’ll be right back, okay?” Grave reassures Jake, leaving the bathroom as he nods, scrubbing Shaun’s hair as she grabs some bath toys, able to hear the young boy giggling.

“Here you go!” Returning, Grave puts the toys in the bath gently as Shaun squeals, quickly picking one up to splash it into the bath water happily.

Laughing quietly, Grave glows softly as Shaun babbles, Jake attempting to clean him off as he squirms in the bath. Sitting on the floor, Grave hums softly, unsure of what to do as Jake helps Shaun, trying to reach his back.

“Do you want me to help or no?” Grave questions softly, playing with her fingers as Jake nods, struggling. Obliging, Grave scrubs his back, humming softly as Jake relaxes, accepting the help.

Poking his nose gently, Grave giggles as a genuine smile forms on Jake’s face as they clean up.

“Happy?” Grave questions, watching Jake nod as Shaun wiggles happily. “Do you wanna get out now?” Grave continues, Jake nodding again, lifting Shaun’s small form out of the bath for her.

“Here!” Handing them some towels, Grave watches as Jake wraps Shaun up first before doing himself, Shaun reaching for Grave as he stands in the bath.

Leaning down, Grave picks Shaun up gently, listening to him babble as he kisses her nose gently. Gasping softly, Grave feels tears spike in her eyes as Shaun babbles again, gently wiping underneath her eyes as he notices.

“Thank you…” Smiling gently, Grave glows softly as Shaun giggles, bouncing gently in her arms as she speaks, voice soft and quiet. Smiling, Grave kisses Shaun’s nose gently in response, Shaun squealing in response as he hides from view.

“Hey, no hiding!” Grave exclaims, laughing as Shaun giggles quietly, Jake stepping out of the bath with a towel around him.

“I can’t find your brother! Apparently he’s very sneaky.” Grave jokes, trying to keep a straight face as Jake giggles, poking his younger brother gently. “That’s just a towel!” Grave exclaims, smiling as Jake giggles more, Shaun popping out from his hiding space.

“He’s here!!!” Grave exclaims softly, Shaun giggling as he pats her gently. Smiling brightly, Grave pokes at his nose as he snorts softly, bouncing in her arms as Jake smiles.

“Damn, y’all need clothes…” Grave mumbles to herself, frowning as Jake nods in response. “Come on, I have a brain thing!” Grave explains, walking out of the bathroom, Jake following curiously as Shaun wiggles happily.

Walking into her room, Grave opens the closet as Jake stands watching, trying not to drip onto the floor or get anything wet.

“Um… shit.” Grave comments, pulling out a hoodie and an oversized shirt, trying to think as Jake giggles softly, Shaun squeaking a he pats her. “You cant… but…” Grave argues with herself, covering up her face. “Hhh this is fine.” She comments.

Babbling, Shaun pats Grave’s face as he senses the panic coming off of her in waves, not liking the negative emotion.

“Thanks…” Grave comments softly, trying to force a smile as Jake frowns, trying to come up with a solution.

“Mmm we could wear pyjama shirts and tie the shorts?” He offers quietly, trying to appease Grave.

“I mean… that could work.” Grave concedes, tapping her feet against the floor as she tries to still the thoughts in her head, Jake giving her a gentle smile as he pats her arm.

“Still need to but some…” Grave comments, pulling out some pyjamas as she places them on the bed gently, Jake looking at her inquisitively as he helps Shaun dry his hair. “Are you tired?” Grave questions, glowing softly as she thinks.

“Yeah but its okay.” Jake responds carefully, nodding as he helps Shaun slip into his pyjamas.

“No its not, you need to sleep.” Grave argue softly, frowning in concern as Jake puts his own clothes on.

“Used to not sleeping a lot.” He explains, shrugging as he pulls Shaun onto his lap carefully.

“That’s not good at all…” Grave comments, frowning more as her concern for these children rises.

“I know…” Jake admits, allowing himself to sit back on the bed with Shaun as he speaks.

“You need to do that… like now.” Grave comments quietly, keeping her voice soft, not wanting to scare them.

“Okay…” Jake relents, giving in as he nods, holding Shaun close to him as he squeaks softly.

“Thank you.” Grave speaks softly, watching Jake smile as he pulls Shaun into the bed beside him. “Do you want the door open a lil or do you want a nightlight on? O-Or both, both is also fine.” Grave explains.

“Can we have a nightlight?” Jake requests quietly, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

“Of course you can!” Grave exclaims, turning a nightlight on for them. “Anything else?” She questions softly, watching Jake shake his head in response as he tucks Shaun into the bed.

“Goodnight!” Kissing both of their foreheads gently, Grave smiles as she leaves the room, closing the door silently behind her as Jake smiles, curling into the bed as he and Shaun fall asleep quickly.

Grabbing her wallet and jacket, Grave layers herself up quickly, leaving the house and walking quickly in the direction of a store, insistent on getting clothes for the two children she now had staying with her.

“How did nobody see this asshole?” Running into the body she had left in the alleyway, Grave glows softly, flipping the corpse off as she wanders into the store. Moving into the children’s section, Grave selects a fair amount of clothes that will fit the small children at her home.

Moving to the checkouts, Grave pays as quickly as she can, bagging up the clothes as she leaves once again, wanting to get back to her home as quickly as possible, not keen on leaving the two children alone.

“Yay…” Arriving home quickly, Grave allows herself to relax as she realises the two children are still in their bed, smiling as she locks the door behind her, able to hear them shuffling in their sleep as she moves into her lab room, directly next door to them.

Sitting down, Grave can hear Jake cough quietly from their room, shifting in the bed as she frowns, listening to Shaun babble quietly. Hesitating for a moment, Grave pulls some things out of her cabinet to work on, keeping her attention on the children.

As she moves, Shaun babbles again, but it sounds more distressed as Jake whines softly, making Grave frown as she puts her stuff down, leaving the lab quickly in concern.

Whining again, it’s louder now as Grave opens the door; able to see Jake curled in on himself shaking, Shaun starting to whine softly now. Moving inside, Grave thinks over what to do, not sure if she should touch them as Jake whines, tears forming in his eyes.

Deciding quickly, Grave shakes Jake gently, feeling him stir slightly as he cries, Grave continuing to shake him gently as her worry grows. Flinching, Jake sits up quickly as he wakes up from his nightmare.

“Sorry, I had to wake you up…” Grave apologises, frowning gently as Jake starts to calm down, wiping away the tears on his cheeks as Shaun wakes up, babbling softly.

Opening her arms, Grave pulls the children in for a gentle hug, Shaun squeaking as he hides in her, Jake returning her hug shakily.

“Its okay, nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore… I promise.” Grave mumbles softly, petting their hair as Jake nods, nuzzling into her as his shaking calms, gentle kisses pressed onto their heads by Grave.

“Guess what?” Grave questions, petting their heads as Jake calms down, Shaun babbling as he clings onto her happily. Snuggling into her, Jake sniffles quietly as Grave opens her mouth, shutting it again as Shaun giggles, patting her face happily.

“Do you want some hot chocolate? It’ll help you feel better.” Grave offers, smiling gently.

“Hot chocolate?” Jake questions, looking confused as he shifts his gaze up to watch Grave.

“You’ve never had it before?” Grave questions, gasping softly as Jake shakes his head in answer. “Oh n o, I’m changing that right now.” Grave explains, hugging Jake tighter ass she rubs their heads, feeling Jake nod as he leans into her comfortably.

Picking them up gently, Grave leaves the room as Jake hides in her, Shaun squealing excitedly, giggling as he bounces. Moving downstairs, Grave walks into the kitchen as she carries the children, grabbing the necessary equipment as Shaun babbles, kissing her cheek as he wiggles.

Squeaking happily, Grave kisses him back, hearing Shaun squeal as he wiggles happily in her arms.

Making the hot chocolate, Grave smiles kingly as Jake snuggles into her, poking his nose gently as he giggles, hiding in Grave as she wiggles happily.

“Aw, where’d he go?” Grave questions, faking sadness as she frowns, able to hear Jake giggling as he snuggles into her. “Oh, he’s gone forever!!! What ever shall I do?” Grave exclaims, being dramatic as Jake squeals happily, clinging onto her.

“He didn’t even get hot chocolate for the first time! What a cruel world!!!” Grave exclaims, finishing the hot chocolate as Jake giggles more. “I dunno if I’ll ever be the same without him!” Grave exclaims, squeezing him gently as he pops out, giggling.

“I found him!!!” Grave exclaims, feigning surprise as she smiles, making Jake giggle as she plants a kiss on his forehead. “For you!” Grave smiles, handing him the drink carefully.

“Warm…” Jake comments quietly, smiling as he handles the hot chocolate carefully in his hands.

“Well, it is hot chocolate. It’s supposed to be warm!” Grave explains, watching Jake grin as he nods, Shaun squeaking excitedly as he wiggles. “And for you, sir!” Grave exclaims, handing Shaun his plastic cup carefully, doing a silly voice as Shaun babbles, chewing his fist gently.

“What flavour is it?” Grave questions, referencing his hand as she taps gently, listening to Shaun babble more, nibbling his fingers. “Blue raspberry, got it. Seems like a popular flavour.” Grave concludes, Shaun giggling loudly as he buries his face in her comfortable.

“So small…” Grave comments, squeezing him gently as Shaun giggles, Jake taking a sip out of his drink. “You like it?” Grave questions, watching Jake nod as he sips more, smiling.

“I wanna show you something…” Thinking, Grave moves into the living room as Jake tilts his head curiously, turning on the TV as she sits down. “Its TV babey!” She exclaims, Shaun squeaking and wiggling excitedly as Jake looks at her curiously.

“You watch stuff for entertainment! And you can learn things!” Grave explains softly, smiling.

“Whats this?” Jake questions, pointing to the movie playing on the TV as he smiles, feeling comfortable.

“Finding Nemo, its pretty good.” Grave explains, looking at the TV as Jake starts watching, Shaun bouncing as he chews his hand, Grave holding onto the both of them gently, warming them up.

Relaxing into Grave, Jake watching Shaun bounce as he watches the film, Grave humming as she mumbles something under her breath, prompting Shaun to pat at her face curiously.

“I love youuu.” Grave explains, giggling as she pokes his nose, listening to Shaun giggle as he hugs her, Jake curling up as he grows tired again.

“I love you too!” Grave exclaims softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Jake’s forehead as she returns Shaun’s hug gently. Smiling, Jake snuggles into her comfortably as he grows warmer.

Smiling, Grave glows softly as Shaun lets out a quiet yawn, Grave looking down at him curiously.

“You sleepy?” She questions softly, Shaun nodding in response as he snuggles into her gently.

“Good!” Grave exclaims softly, pressing their foreheads together as Shaun squeaks happily.

“Thank you mommy.” Shaun mumbles softly, closing his eyes as him and Jake relax into Grave more.

“Y-You’re welcome…” Grave responds softly, smiling as tears well up in her eyes, making it hard to talk as the two children drift slowly off to sleep in her arms, feeling safe and protected as Grave drifts off with them.

[tommyparkerr]

Promises BONUS II | Peter Parker x Reader

I’m back with a second bonus y’all! Some of you have been asking for it, so here it is! I want to thank @laureharrier for being both my hype woman and the one keeping me sane when Tumblr decides to throw all kinds of sh*t at me like the little sh*t it is.

Anyways, sorry about that (I still have some residual anger leftover from my *situation*, so...yeah)! There’ll only be one more bonus left after this (at least, from what I have planned), but thank you to all of you who are sticking with me after all this time! This is for you!:)

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Tears (but happy ones), Peter being a little sh*t, Irondad, fluff, and basically everything soft that doesn’t constitute a warning

-Masterlist-

P R O M I S E S  -  B O N U S  T W O :

Tony wasn’t sure what’d woken him at first. His heart wasn’t racing and he wasn’t sweating, so it wasn’t from a nightmare; his mind was strangely quiet along with the rest of the Tower, so it wasn’t because of the noise; Pepper was sleeping peacefully next to him, a soft smile on her face, so it wasn’t because of his wife’s missing presence.

He didn’t know why he’d woken up. But he did know that he wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon.

As quiet as possible, Tony carefully rolled out of bed and exited the bedroom, headed toward the kitchen where he could make himself some coffee at—he glanced at the clock—two-thirty in the morning. However, his plans changed when he went to pass through what was supposed to be an empty living room. 

The faint sound of a turning page caused him to stop in his tracks, looking toward the noise. 

A figure sat curled up on the couch (well, as curled up as she could be with a pregnant belly), glasses on her face and hair in a half-hearted bun as she intently read whatever book was in her hands. Tony’s chest went warm at the sight of his daughter-in-law wearing his son’s baggy MIT sweatshirt and old gym shorts.

After a couple moments’ of debating whether he should tiptoe back to his room and leave her be, he decided there was never a better time than 2:30am to get some bonding time in with his adopted daughter.

God, Rhodey was right—he had gone soft.

“You do realize it’s 2:30 in the morning, right?” he asked, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb the others on the floor but loud enough for Y/N to hear. She startled, whipping her head around and straightening up to peek over the back of the couch. She looked relieved to see it was him (versus Peter, he was guessing, who was more than overprotective of his wife and child-to-be at this point in the pregnancy) and relaxed immediately, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

“I do.”

“Then why are you still up?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Isn’t being nine months pregnant supposed to make you tired all the time or something?”

Y/N smirked. “I’m pretty sure the same applies to being old, Grandpa Pops.”

Tony raised his hands in surrender, chuckling as he went on his original route to the kitchen. “Touché, Ms. Parker.”

Other than a small laugh from her, the soft sounds of Tony getting the tea kettle out, and the turning of pages, the room went quiet again. Though his daughter was hiding the dark circles under her eyes far too expertly for him to be comfortable with, Tony was used to the technique of using humor to cover up whatever he was facing—whether that be sleep deprivation, a constant state of anxiety, or visions of being thrown into his worst nightmares over and over again, he knew the tactic well, and he wasn’t about to let someone else get away with it.

He wondered if maybe this was why he’d woken up.

When the tea was finished (no coffee since Tony knew Y/N couldn’t have much caffeine), he traipsed over to the couch and offered one of the steaming mugs to the obviously exhausted woman across from him. She laid her book down and took it with a grateful smile, muttering a small, “Thank you,” and taking a sip. They drank in silence for awhile, looking out the window at the nightscape of New York City. Tony saw it every night, but rarely did he take the time to appreciate it; now, with nothing else to do, he could. As he turned to look at the girl beside him, looking unusually small in Peter’s clothes (where he remembered the MIT sweatshirt had once been his, but Peter had stolen it years ago before he went to school and had now seemingly made its way down to the next person), he couldn’t help but open his mouth.

“Sometimes I forget that you married into this family,” Tony said softly, seeing her confused look out of the corner of his eye. “You have so much Parker in you that it’s like you’ve been here all along. I can barely remember the days you and Peter weren’t glued to the other’s hip.”

A mischievous smile adorned her lips. “Are you sure that isn’t because of old age, too?” Tony finally looked at her with a knowing look, his eyebrows raised as he took another sip of his tea. The smile didn’t drop, but rather morphed into something softer as she looked back toward the city. “May told me that, too. But you’re leaving out one important thing.”

“Oh?” Tony said with a amused glint in his eye, fully expecting another round of sarcasm to break through. “And what is that, may I ask?”

“That by marrying Peter, I’m not just a Parker; I’m a Stark, too. I think both of the Parkers made that pretty clear to me from day one,” she said, her tone soft and loving. “You did, too, though it was never verbal.”

Tony’s smile had dropped, a sudden burning in his eyes replacing it. He swallowed past the lump in his throat and said, a crack in his voice, “Come here, kiddo.”

Y/N turned to see his arm raised and smiled before scooting closer and ducking underneath it, resting her head on his shoulder. “If I spill any of my scalding hot tea on your cashmere robe, it’s your fault.”

Tony snorted, his tears crawling back into their holding places. “I wouldn’t dream it any other way.”

This time it was quiet until they had both finished their tea, setting the empty mugs on the empty table in front of them. He’d clean that up later, but for now he was perfectly content. He let the silence go on a little longer before he squeezed Y/N’s arm and spoke up again.

“I’m guessing Peter has no idea you haven’t been sleeping?”

She pursed her lips. “How do you know I haven’t been sleeping?”

“I think the raccoon look speaks for itself, kiddo,” Tony said, pointing under his own eyes for reference. “That is if I didn’t already know what sleep deprivation looked like.”

A small sigh. “No. No, he doesn’t. And you’re not going to tell him, either.”

“Woah now, tiger,” Tony said defensively. “No one said I was going to.” She looked down at her now empty hands, picking at her nails in order to keep them busy. Tony frowned and nudged her arm again. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly her eyes filled with tears and her hands flew up to try to keep them from overflowing. “I’m sorry—God, I’m such a mess. I’m sorry.” Tony, who once would have been freaked out by even the slight glistening of one’s eye, didn’t bat a lash at the influx of tears. Only worry rose from it. 

“Honey-”

“I’m okay,” she interrupted. At his look of disbelief she shook her head with a wobbly smile. “Really, I am. I just—I’m super emotional right now and my hormones are dialed up to, like, eleven, or twelve, maybe possibly thirteen and a half. Any little thing can set me off already, but being sleep deprived probably doesn’t help. And you’ve never called me ‘honey’ before, just ‘kiddo’ or ‘Ms. Parker’ or other little nicknames—not that I mind, of course, because I really do feel like I’m just as important to this family as anyone else when you give me nicknames—and I guess it just kinda struck the sentimental part of me. I’m sorry.”

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle, adjusting them so he could get both arms around her. When he thought about it, he couldn’t remember any other time he’d called Y/N ‘honey’, which seemed crazy to him since he’d referred to her as that particular endearment many times in his own head. “No need to apologize, kiddo. I’ve seen hormones in action and know of way less that’s made a girl cry. In fact, I’d say you’re keeping everything contained pretty well; you haven’t even screamed at me once when I manage to burn the omelets every morning.”

A watery laugh escaped her, muffled by his chest. “I do in my head.”

It was Tony’s turn to laugh now, holding her a little tighter as he placed a kiss on her head. “And for that, I applaud you. Pepper’s not even pregnant and she yells at me—not in her head, may I add—every day.” A giggle, then just periodic sniffles. Tony gave her a little bit of time before pushing again. “Now, do you wanna tell me why you aren’t sleeping at night?”

It was quiet for a long while—long enough that Tony thought she either hadn’t heard him or had chosen to ignore the question—before she answered. “I don’t know. I just...I lay down and I’m so completely exhausted that it should be easy, and Peter falls asleep easy enough and I’m just stuck inside my own head thinking about the next month and how we could become parents at any minute, and even though we already have a name picked out for her and we talk to her every night, it’s going to be so much different when she’s actually born, right? And then-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tony interrupted, pulling back to look at Y/N with a sparkle in his eye. She frowned, her eyes widening a moment later as she realized her mistake. “She?”

“Um…” She swallowed, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “Yes?”

A wide grin spread across Tony’s lips, struggling to contain the burst of happiness at the news. “I thought you said you were going to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender,” he said, his entire face lit up. It made Y/N smile, and suddenly she didn’t feel so guilty that she’d let that piece of information slip.

“We were,” she answered. “But then we decided we didn’t want to wait and didn’t tell anyone else in order to keep it a surprise for them.”

“So it’s a girl?” he asked, and Y/N laughed at his giddy excitement. 

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “You’re going to have a granddaughter.”

Tony pulled her in for another hug. Then, as the rest of her confession rolled back through his brain, he realized that wasn’t the only important information she’d let slip. “Can I tell you something, kiddo?” A soft hum was the only confirmation he needed to continue. “I know you’re nervous about this whole parenting thing, and God, I don’t think there’ll ever be a day where parenting isn’t nerve wracking, but as long as you love that little girl with all your heart and show that love to her every day, I think you’re going to be just fine.” 

Y/N looked up at him, her lips wobbling. “I’m afraid I’m going to be a bad mom.”

“You won’t be,” Tony said without hesitation.

“But how do you know?”

A soft smile graced Tony’s lips. “Because what I said about loving her with all your heart and showing that every day? You’re already doing that, which kind of makes you the best mom in the whole world, and that little girl is so lucky to have you.”

Now Y/N broke down, quickly shoving her face back into Tony’s shoulder to stifle her cries and (hopefully) keep from waking anyone else. Tony closed his eyes and gently rocked her, rubbing her back in small circles. 

“Thank you,” she later said, tears still clogging up her voice. “For everything. For taking me in and loving me like you would your own and making me tea at two in the morning and letting us all move in so you can help out with the baby and keep an eye on me while Peter can’t and for walking me down the aisle because my dad and mom couldn’t be there to do that or to see their grandchild be born and—I just...thank you,” she finished breathlessly. 

Tony lovingly placed another kiss on her head. “What else are dads for?”

“You know,” Y/N laughed, sniffling as she did, “if you didn’t know this baby was a girl, I’d say you were buttering me up to name her after you.”

“Who says I’m not?” Tony joked. “I think Anthony Parker has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Taking Tony by surprise, Y/N pulled out of his hold and grabbed his hand, moving it to rest on her stomach. Tony blinked in awe as he felt his granddaughter kick, mesmerized by the life just inches away from him. 

“How does Mary-Jane Virginia Parker sound?” Y/N quietly asked, watching her father-in-law carefully to gauge his reaction. He didn’t speak for a few moments, tears gathering in his eyes at all of his granddaughter’s namesakes—Peter’s mother, one of the couple’s best and lifelong friends, and Pepper—Pepper-

This time, he didn’t even try to fight it when a tear slipped down his cheek. “It sounds perfect.”

“I never thought I’d see the day my wife made the almighty Tony Stark cry,” came a voice from the hallway. They both startled, whipping their heads around to see Peter casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed and hair mussed from sleep, wearing a small, amused smile. “Though, if anyone were to do it, I suppose she would be the one to.”

Instead of responding, Tony simply rolled his eyes and scooted over, patting the newfound space between him and Y/N. “Get over here, you twit.”

Peter chuckled but made his way over anyway, plopping on the cushions and putting a protective arm around his wife. Y/N leaned into him, looking sheepish at being caught but not all too apologetic. 

“So much for that secret, huh?” Peter said teasingly, kissing her forehead to assure her he wasn’t really mad. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” Tony said, his eyes still lit up in joy, “I’m an excellent secret keeper.”

Peter scoffed. “Yeah, to everyone but May and Pepper.”

Tony faked outrage. “Hey now! That’s no way to talk to your old man!” Peter gave him a look that said, ‘Am I wrong?’ while Y/N giggled, and Tony huffed. “I only tell them my secrets when they know I’m keeping one.”

“Oh, and that’s the only time you ever let a secret spill, huh?” 

“Listen here, smartass-“ Cutting himself off, Tony grabbed Peter away from Y/N and wrestled him into a headlock. Peter simultaneously was laughing and trying to push him away as Tony gave him a noogie, messing up his hair even more.  

Once Peter finally shoved him away, all three of them were laughing and it was the greatest sound Tony had ever heard, especially after the recent hardship his son and daughter-in-law had gone through. He and several others were worried when it didn’t resolve within the first few days and even more so when they heard that the word ‘divorce’ was thrown around once—once, and only once, but that was enough. And he had hoped it wouldn’t come to that, because he knew he’d stand by Peter’s side no matter what, but leaving the girl he’d practically adopted as his own behind would take its own toll on him. 

Sometimes Tony still worried. With every little fight and every raised voice, his anxiety rose. But seeing Peter and Y/N now, the former kissing Y/N’s cheek with a smile while the latter continued to giggle, Tony knew everything would be okay. 

With no warning the man swept both of them into a hug, kissing the tops of their heads. “I love you, kiddos,” he said quietly.

“I love you, too,” they both replied, Peter wrapping his arms around his father figure. Y/N followed close behind, though she couldn’t squeeze him as tight due to her protruding belly. 

“Mary-Jane loves you, too, Grandpa Pops,” Y/N said quietly, making all three pairs of eyes in the room water. And for once, Tony was actually looking forward to what life handed him next, because Mary-Jane Virginia Parker was loved, and she was perfect.

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Out Too Far Preview 2

Goddammit if only I wasn’t so damn distracted by the movie, I’d be making more progress on this. Ah well, it’ll happen soon enough. For now, enjoy some setupy stuff!

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“But what about Lapis?” Dipper shot back intently. “She’s been stuck down there in that lake with Jasper for way too long now, and I’m just supposed to sit by and wait while everyone else goes to save her?! I don’t think so. I’ve got to be there to help her!”

“Uh, I dunno, bro-bro,” Mabel frowned worriedly. “It’s been awhile since any of us—except for Steven—have even seen Malachite. And if she’s still anywhere near as big and scary and angry as she was when Lapis dragged them into the lake, then maybe we should just let the Gems take care of her.”

“But I just… can’t!” Dipper exclaimed, set in his resolve. “I’ve tried waiting on the Gems, and making deals and plans and doing all the research I can and none of its worked! Its time to actually go there and face Malachite, and this might be the only chance I’ll get to do it. I don’t care what the Gems say; I’m going to that lake and I’m going to set Lapis free, no matter what!”

Upon hearing this bold proclamation, Steven and Mabel exchanged a fretful glance, knowing that changing Dipper’s mind, especially on something like this, was hardly an easy feat. It was no secret that he largely blamed himself for Lapis’ self-imposed imprisonment, however irrational that self-blaming might have been. Which would naturally explain why he had always been so intent on helping her by any means necessary, even going to lengths as far and deadly as a disastrous deal they were all reeling from the consequences of even still. And yet compared to that, his drive to go and confront the treacherous fusion in person seemed, amazingly enough, far less dangerous of an alternative. And given just how dangerous and unstable Malachite clearly was, that was saying something.

“…O-ok,” Steven was the first to relent, albeit apprehensively. “If you really think this is something you need to do, then… then you should go. For Lapis.”

“Mm… yeah…” Mabel agreed rather hesitantly, clearly concerned for her admittedly reckless brother’s wellbeing. “But just as long as you promise to be careful, Dipper. None of that self-sacrificy knight stuff this time, ok?”

“Relax, Mabel,” Dipper assured with a small smile as he strapped the Sword of Seasons over his shoulder. “Both me and Lapis will make it back safe this time. I promise. But in the meantime, do you guys mind covering for me with Great Uncle Ford? I have a feeling he’d… probably agree with the Gems about me staying behind.”

“Well… I don’t really know what we could tell him, but, I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Steven shrugged.

“Oh, I know! We could always tell him you died!” Mabel exclaimed, playfully dramatic. “That way, he wouldn’t have anything to worry about because he’d think you’re already gone!”

“See, that’s like, the exact opposite of the sort of thing I want him thinking,” Dipper deadpanned, hardly impressed by his sister’s proposal. “Just come up with something simple. Believable. Just until I get back with Lapis.” He paused for a beat, as if to realize the implications of what he had just said. “Whoa… this… really could work this time. She could… finally, finally be set free…”

“Well, if you have anything to do with it, bro-bro, then we know she will,” Mabel said with an encouraging smirk. “If there’s anyone who can help her, then it’s you.’

“Right,” Dipper nodded, choosing to believe that hopeful thought himself as he turned to depart. “Well, wish me luck.”

“Good luck!” Steven called warmly, though perhaps a bit too loudly, something that Dipper quickly corrected him on in his effort to be discreet. “Ooops, I mean, good luck!” the young Gem tried again in a whisper this time as not to arouse the Gems’ attention.

At the same time, Dipper managed to sneak just past the Gems and Ford right as they were concluding their brief conversation. Stan impatiently honking his horn did startle him somewhat as he made his way towards the back of the car, but even still he kept his wits about him as he quietly drew the Sword of Seasons. Carefully, he wedged the very tip of the blade underneath the trunk’s opening, sliding it around a bit until it finally, miraculously popped open. And then, just as quickly, he slid into the open trunk, sword and all, stealthily shutting it just as the Gems themselves took their seats in the vehicle itself. And just like that, they set off towards the lake, completely unaware of the hidden passenger who had just stowed away for the ride.

As the group drove off, things returned to a relative quiet calm around the barn. Steven and Mabel both plopped down somewhat anxiously onto the blanket they had set up on the grass next to the drill, trying to remain as stable as possible amidst the occasional light tremor rippling through the ground beneath them. All the while, Peridot was tinkering away on a few last minute adjustments on the drill while Ford went to go check on something inside of the barn, leaving a tentative silence across the entire barnyard that was only occasionally broken by the low rumbling of the earth itself. That is, until Peridot decided to make a begrudging attempt at conversation.

“So… Lazuli has Jasper trapped in a fusion?” she asked dubiously as she glanced away from her work on the drill briefly. “You’re joking me.”

“Its true!” Steven exclaimed with a frown. “But… Lapis must be getting tired from fighting Jasper for so long, just like Garnet said…”

“Just being on a ship with Jasper made me tired,” Peridot snarked, rolling her eyes.

“W-well, look on the bright side,” Mabel said, forcing a bit of a smile. “At least the Gems are finally going to split them up. Not to mention Dipper…” she muttered her last statement rather worriedly.

“What was that?” Peridot asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-nothing!”

No more than a second later, the ground suddenly rumbled once more, far more violently than before. It was enough to knock Peridot off her short ladder and down to the kids, who shared a tight breath as they looked down to the distant hills, just past where the lake, the Gems, Malachite, and Dipper were all no doubt starting to clash. “Augh, now I understand what Dipper meant about not being able to just sit around waiting!” Steven groaned, no longer content to simply sit around on the sidelines. “I wanna help them too!”

“But the Gems said it was too dangerous,” Mabel countered, far from fond of the idea of the young Gem throwing himself into such calamity too.

“Why don’t you just disobey them?” Peridot suggested. “Rebel. Isn’t that like, you guys’ thing?”

“Oh, good point,” Steven nodded. “Oh! I know! I’ll fall asleep and go into a Watermelon Steven again! This way, I can help them and be safe at the same time!” Satisfied with his plan, the young Gem lay back down onto the blanket, laughing daringly to himself all the while.

“Wow, you’re a real anarchist,” Peridot deadpanned dryly.

“No one can tell me what to do,” Steven shot back, an air of playfulness in his tone until Mabel leaned over him anxiously.

“Keep an eye on him for me out there, ok?” she whispered, her tone serious and concerned for her brother’s wellbeing.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” Steven assured, offering her a warm smile as he closed his eyes before quickly drifting off back to sleep.

Soon enough, the only sound that could be heard was the young Gem’s soft snores as he hopefully succeeded in his endeavor in connecting with yet another one of his watermelon doubles. “So… what are we supposed to do now?” Peridot asked, still rather confused by the situation as a whole.

Before Mabel could offer an answer, Ford cut in, walking over to the group and showing that he was even more out of the loop than the green Gem was as he noticed Steven fast asleep on the ground for no seemingly explainable reason. “Um… did I miss something?”

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wanderlust || part 1

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Doing spontaneous activities with some of your closest friends is always secretly on everyone’s bucket list, but then it’s planned, thus no longer spontaneous. Likely for you, the oppurtunity to take a chance was handed to you on a silver platter,,, or more so shouted at you over the phone by a trashmouth.

“Y/N get up! I shit you not, we’ll be by your house in 10 minutes to pick you up, and if you aren’t out there by the time we get there,,, GOODLUCK! We’re going to California!”

The moon was still out, and as you grabbed a duffell bag and stuffed it with your wallet, some shorts, and a Tshirt, you tiptoed your way your bedroom’s only window. Carefully you slide up the latch and threw your bag through the opening onto the roof, crawling out right after it. Just as you adjusted your pajama top you heard the sound of Bill’s van screech down the street. Shimming down the lattis on the side of the house, you did your best to hurry to the maroon mini van that pulled up to your driveway.

“Move your ass!” Eddie shouted, smacking the outside of the van from inside. You scrambled to the door that was swung open upon your arrival.

You scooted across Eddie’s lap and found yourself seated between Stan and him. Stanley. The boy you’d hopelessly wish would wisk you away to some place far from Derry one day, making you the happiest person in the world. To some extent, this dream was becoming a reality; You and Stan traveling to California,,, in an old mini van , along with your 6 closest friends. At this point, you’d take what you could get.

Bill was driving, it being his van and all. Technically it was his mom’s, the one she drove Georgie to soccer practice in on Sundays, but none of the Losers would ever say. Mike was in the passenger’s seat, fiddling with what looked like a GPS. Eddie was seated to your left, and the golden boy Stanley to your right. Richie sat in the back with Ben and Beverly.

“Here let me take that for ya,” Bev offered, gesturely to your duffell bag you held sheepishly in your lap. You gave her your bag, and heard her toss it to the trunk.

You were surprised everyone was here; It was almost 2:30 AM yet not one of your losers were missing. Did they even know where what the plan was? Where they were staying? How long they’d be gone?

Stanley seemed to be thinking the same thing. “Does anyone know where we’re going?” Stan asked, making eye contact with everyone around him but yourself.

Mike scoffed in the front seat. “This was all Bill’s idea.”

Bill gasped dramatically, keeping his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. “Nuh un! This was a-all Eddie! I only have the v-van,” he shot back defensively.

“Don’t put this on me! This was all Richie’s idea!” Eddie squeeked, shooting out of his seat anxiously.

Richie chuckled lazily in the back seat, chewing on what looked to be popcorn from a bag in his lap. “You guys know by now I’m usually the one with the dumb ideas.”

Ben laughed along with him. “Yeah. Emphasis on dumb,” he giggled harmoniously with Richie. Stan uncomfortabley shifted his weight in his seat, nudging you slightly.

“But does anyone know where we’ll be stopping along the way? Did anyone even bring money?” he asked again, reaching behind him to grab the bag of popcorn sitting in Richie’s lap, and absent mindedly shoveling some into his mouth.

“I brought my credit card,” you interjected, making eye contact with Stan. You held eye contact with the anxious boy until Beverly spoke up.

“I have cash,” she chirped.

“I have my credit card as well,” Eddie shrugged. Mike nodded, insinuating he too had his.

Bill looked to the back seat through the rear view mirror. “Rich. Ben. What about you two?”

Ben shrugged. “I’ve got cash.” Everyone’s eyes were on Richie, still staring absent mindedly out the window.

“Richie?” Eddie spoke, getting his attention back from said window. “Money?”

“Woah woah woah woah. I thought I told you guys I had food taken care of,” he said holding his hands up to defend himself.

Stan handed you the bag of popcorn, keeping his scournful eyes focused on the trashmouth in the backseat. “Uh that usually means more than a half eaten bag of popcorn!” Stan scoffed.

You leaned into Eddie, away from Stan, concealing a giggle at his fuming expression. Eddie held your shoulders as the two of you gawked at the jewish boy’s anger. Richie stared back at Stan, his words hanging in the air. “Well shit, I guess you’re right,” Richie said, rubbing the back of his neck, eyeing the bag of popcorn in your lap.

“Welp! Looks like Richie doesn’t stay in our hotel room,” Beverly said, leaning forward and snatching a hand full of popcorn from the bag.

“Wait wait wait wait wait wait. I have cash,” Richie stumbled, moving his hand to his pocket to retrieve a torn up leather wallet. “I just thought I could get away with the popcorn.”

Stan turned back around, his red expression facing the front, and Eddie pushed you off him into Stan, unexpectedly. You braced yourself against him and quickly sat up in your seat, heat rushing to your own cheeks.

From the passenger’s seat , a soft *beep* came from the GPS in Mike’s hands. “Yes!” he hissed. “I got this old thing to work! California here we come!”

The van errupted in clapping and applause. “Nice work, d-dude,” Bill said slapping Mike’s back affectionately. The beaming expression on Mike’s warm face seemingly lit up the car. “I guess we can s-st-start taking the freeway. If someone w-wants to look up cheap hotels that are o-on our way, that’d be c-cool. We’ll have to share a r-room, because of our s-sit-situation.”

Beverly sat up in her sit, pulling out her smart phone. “I can look for hotels!”

Mike clapped his hands together and chuckled deeply, a wide smile across his face. “This is so exciting!” he beamed.

Richie leaned forward and tugged and played with Eddie’s hair in front of him. “Keep your hands to your yourself, asshat,” Eddie said, swatting the boy behind him’s hands away. Eddie flinched and swung back at Richie, causing you to lean into Stan beside you.

Upon your touch, Stan wrapped an arm behind your back as you sunk into him involunteerily. “My bad,” you apologized, your face flushing. Stan grinned back at you warmly, keeping his arm on the seat behind you as you sat up properly.

Bill peeked at the scene behind him through the rear view mirror: Bev’s face was burried in her phone, Richie pulling on Eddie’s hair from behind, and Stan’s arm slung behind you comfortabley. “Alright well. I’m thinking w-we stop at a store in the n-n-next 4 or so hours, to p-p-pee and get s-supplies,” he stuttered, looking back once to get our full attention. “I’d s-s-suggest getting some sleep before then.”

“Agreed,” Mike nodded, propping the GPS device in his hands onto the dashboard. “Goodnight ya’ll,” he hummed, kicking his feet up on the dash lazily. Bill cleared his throat, catching Mike’s attention before dozing off, and giving him the ‘get-your-feet-off-my-mini-van’ look. Mike hummed again, gliding his feet off the dash.

You looked around the car to find the Losers all passed out, besides Stan and Beverly, who had her head stuck in her phone. “Y’know, I’m actually a good pillow,” Stan teased, pretending to wipe imaginary dust off his shoulders.

“Ha Ha, Uris,” you mocked, poking his belly, earning yourself a breathy chuckle. You leaned back, feeling Stan’s arm on the seat behind you, and revelled in his subtle heat. Sure it was kind of pathetic. But who knew how much time you’d have before this roadtrip took a turn for the worse. This was your dream!

This moment was on that unjust bucket list.

And you were going to take full advantage of your time with the golden boy.

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You wake up to the voice of the one you dreamt about. Stanley. You dreamily regain consciousness, and realize you are lower than where Stan’s voice was coming from. Sure he was tall. But you didn’t think i’d make much of a difference seated in a car. Your head is nudged, and you jolt your eyes open to see Stanley’s soft face gazing down at you. You had been sleeping with your head in Stan’s lap, and his expression was surprisingly neutral as hell. “Rise and shine,” he teases, and looks up at the sound of Bill speaking.

You anxiously sit up from where you were laying and scan your surroundings. The van was parked in an empty parking spot, and the Losers were all bright eyed and alert. Focusing in on what Bill was saying, you felt someone playing with your hair behind you. Beverly.

“Alright guys. W-Walmart opens in two mi-min-minutes. We should devide and conquer,” he stuttered, turned around in the driver’s seat.

Beverly’s hand shot up from her place in your hair. “Me and Ben can get toiletries,” she grinned, a blush appearing on Ben’s face.

Bill sighs. “That w-w-works,” he shrugs, his attention going to a whiny Eddie and Richie both doing dances in their seat.

“Billiam let’s fucking get in there! I need to urinate!” Richie shouted anxiously. Eddie whined in the seat next to you agreeing with Richie.

Mike is looking out the window of the passenger, and you witness his expression switch from annoyed to grateful. “Lucky for you two, they just opened up!” He pointed at the sliding doors gliding open after what looked like an employee unlocked it.

Eddie did not hesitate to whip open the van’s sliding door and run to the doors. Richie impatiently climbed over the seat, kicking Bev in process. “Watch it, Trashmouth!” she warned. Stan opened the door on his side and slide out.

You shimmied out of your own seat and stood next to Stan, followed by Ben and Beverly who walked side by side to the store. “I’ll put you two on s-sn-snack detail,” Bill pointed at you and Stan from the other side of the car. Mike opened his door and leisurely followed the dramatic Eddie and Richie inside.

A pinched look spread across Stan’s usually stern expression. “I guess,” he shrugged. Bill slammed the sliding door that Richie failed to shut and got back into the driver’s seat, and saluted to Stan.

“I’m heading to g-get g-g-gas.” And just as suddenly as you woke up, Bill was whipping out of the parking lot in his beat up maroon mini van.

You stood next to Stan in the parking lot, dust flying around hazily, from a nearby kick up. “Alright uhh. Shall we then?”

Being inside a squeeky cart while Stan pushed you around felt breathtaking. The tall boy rolled up his sleeves and was slowy pushing you up and down the aisles of snacks and soda pops, scanning for the perfect choices.

“Ok ok,” Stan chuckled, getting your attention from the treats that were passing you. “Don’t laugh but-“

“But? But what Uris?” you said leaning up to hear him better in the cart.

“Butttttt,” he slurred, “I’ve never actually had cheeto puffs before.” Stan shut his eyes bracing for your reaction. You stared open mouthed at the boy.

“Never?!” you gawked, a tint of red rushing to Stan’s cheeks. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had Cheeto pu-“

“Well I’ve had like regular Cheetos. Even the flaming hot ones! But never the uh,,, never the puffs,” he interuptted, scratching the back of his neck. His sweater rode up the slightest, revealing his toned, thin stomach. You glanced quickly from the miracle that is Stan, back to the snacks appearing beside you.

You knew Stan saw you look, but before the gears could turn in your head, you interupted yourself. “Then I guess we’ll have to get some Cheeto Puffs,” you sighed, dreamily.

Stan pulled two packs off the shelf and tossed them down to you. You caught them and giggled at his bitter expression. “Oh don’t tell me you’re gonna be sour with me, Stanny,” you teased, scooting on your knees in the cart to get closer to him, navigating the cart. Stan bit his bottom lip, trying to conceal a grin, achieved only by your pressing stare. “Look at me,” you giggled again, trying to act serious. Stan swung his head to look at you and failed to hold back his laughter. The empty store echoed with you and Stan’s chuckles.

Stan calmed down, averting his eyes back to where the cart was going. “Eddie said the same thing y’know,” Stan continued.

You shifted back into the cart comfortabley, surrounded by snacks. “About ahat? The Cheeto Puffs?” he asked.

“Yes! Even Eddie, the dude with the strictest mom, has had Cheeto Puffs,” Stan chuckled lightly. “He laughed just as you did. Maybe it’s a Jew thing?”

You scoffed. “You think you know Eddie until until you don’t,” you joked, earning another small chuckle from the boy, as Mike, Eddie, and Richie turned around the corner in view of you and Stan. “Welp, speak of the Devil.”

Mike approached with his arms crossed. “Phew! Nothing like sweet sweet releif!” Richie sighed, tugging on his privates through his gym shorts.

“Ew gross,” Eddie gagged, swatting Richie’s hand away from himself. “Those bathroom’s were disgusting, by the way,” he said matter-of-factly. There’s the Eddie you know.

“Have you guys seen Bev or Ben anywhere?” Mike asked, uncrossing his arms to adjust his shirt.

You turned to look at Stan, who shifted his weight on his feet. “No we’ve been uh, getting the snacks,” he said, placing a hand on the cart’s handle, as if he was proud of the assortment we had in our cart.

“Mhm! Betcha got the stuff that you like, huh Stanny Boy?” Richie said, sliding his thick glasses back up his nose.

Stan looked at me questioningly, as if what Richie had said was a trick question. “Well, yes?” You looked Stan up and down, still in shock of how cool he was trying to look in this situation.

“INCLUDING Y/N?” Richie snorted, nudging Eddie who chuckled along side him. Stan grunted, so you avoided looking back at him from the cart. “Hahaha! Get it! Cause she’s in the fucking cart and— oh nevermind,” Richie began nudging Mike, trying to get him to join in on the teasing, ear splitting laughter coming from both himself and Eddie.

Stan began pushed the cart around Eddie and Richie, followed by an unamused Mike. “So uncalled for,” Mike whispered to Stan behind you. You fixed your eyes on the rotating wheels off the cart beneath you, pretending to be more interested.

“It’s not a big deal,” Stan whispered back to Mike. Why would it have been a big deal to him?

At the checkout, Stan placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention back from the now stationary wheels. “Here let me help you out,” Stan said, offering his hands to you. You obliged and he helped you rise to your feet, before grabbing you by your hips to lower you out off the basket. You flinched at his hands at first, before him moved his thumb back and forth comfortingly as you relaxed.

You exhaled dreamily and adjusted your shirt, as you were still in pajamas, and thanked him. You weren’t sure if he could see the pink that covered your cheeks, but swerved beind Mike, not wanting to risk it. Stan paid for the groceries, earning a dirty look from the old cashier from all the junk food.

Beverly and Ben exited a checkout lane just as you, Mike, and Stan did. Mike waved to them as Stan pushed the cart beside you. The group met up with Richie and Eddie who were waiting outside the store.

“Anyone see Bill?” Ben asked, squinting out into the barren parking lot.

You poked out from behind Stanley. “He said he went to get gas,” you sighed. Stanley rubbed your back and traced small circles as the gang stood there, plastic bags in hand.

“He didn’t leave us here, right?” Eddie asked, looking back and forth between his tall friends.

As he spoke a sound like a whistle flooded the parking lot. The familiar maroon van skidded into the parking lot widly, and screeched to a holt in front of the group. Bill got out of the driver’s seat, car still running, and popped opent he trunk. “You all weren’t w-w-waiting long were you?” he asked out of seemingly out of breath. Giving him not answer, you all silently scattered to put the Walmart goodies inside and filter back into the van.

When everyone was settled, and buckled up, Bill looked at you all through the rear view mirror. “So where we h-headed Beverly? Did you find a-a-any hotels?”

Beverly patted my seat a few times excitedly. “Ow ow! I do!” she gleamed, getting everyone’s attention. “Next stop, Montpeliar Vermont!”

The van cheered and you sighed contently, leaning into Stanley you instinctly wrapped an arm behind you.

You could mentally cross ‘spontaneous adventures’ off your bucket list. However you had something to take it’s place on the list: Make this the best roadtrip in the history of the Losers Club.

This would be the story you’d be reminiscing about in your old age.

PART 2?

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@thespellweaver

It was funny how only days ago the two of them were chit-chatting so casually. Happily. Maybe some slight teasing one way or another. Their banter was hardly tense or even unpleasant. For Aqua, that was something she just brought to the table by nature of being a stranger to this world. Everything was new, and she had an earnest desire to hear about it. She never made Aranea feel as though she was only going through the motions. Everything she learned about this place was a privilege to understand. Knowing Aranea was a privilege, too, even if the latter seemed to think she was unworthy. Aqua was some foreign warrior with an unshakable sense of honor and sincere desire to do the right thing while she… wasn’t. And yet Aqua didn’t care. She still took her time to talk with her whenever she got the chance. She took the time out to ask her the most casual things, like her favorite color. That was probably what was so jarring when out of a seemingly quiet, calm night on Eos, there was a distant rumble, a roar, and then a shower of distinctly red sparks shot into the sky high enough to be seen even from the deck of her ship.

Aranea would honestly be the first one to admit that she has no sense of honor. Considering the resume, having been a mercenary and a commanding officer for the Imperial Empire, it wasn’t hard to see where her loyalties lied. Still, that didn’t mean she was a heartless woman or didn’t care about people. In fact, she left the Empire for the sake of helping the common folk that were unfortunately caught in the crossfire. She found a small group of men that were loyal to her from her merc days and had them working double time during this age of darkness. Even her closest men -- Biggs and Wedge, remained at her side when she turned her back on an Empire that favored the ruin of humanity and it’s pet daemons. It wasn’t worth the fat paycheck at the end of the when cities were burning by the hour; followed by darkness.

So she made it her personal mission to assist any hunters or remaining Glaives that were still active to be rid of the daemons. Tonight was no different as she looked out the window from her bridge. A dark crimson light pierced the skies as she looked ahead. That didn’t look like any normal flair.

More like...magic.

Her eyes went wide as her heart sank in an instant. Oh gods -- Was that Aqua?!

She rushed to the edge of her bridge, calling out to Biggs and Wedge, her crimson leather gloves clinging to the railings,“Get us to the location of that flair. N O W!” Both men gave each other a look before turning to the former Commodre, “Are ya’ sure, Lady A?” Biggs asked, “Doesn’t look like anyone is out here tonight and --” “Did I ask for sass?! We’re here to clean up the daemons and to help the hunters. If we ignore that flair we could very well be allowing someone to die. NOW MOVE IT!”

Both of them rose their hands, “ “ Rodger that, Lady A!” “ As the air ship was shifted out of idle to curise, she made her way to the docking bay, adjusting her armor while she moved. When she was at the back door, she was handed her helm and lance. It was only a matter of time before the doors would open. “Hang in there..We’re comin’..” She only prayed that she wasn’t too late.

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does anya have any backstory you want to share? how does she handle the wormhole situation, mentally? how do they cope in the aftermath?

I think the only concrete thing for her backstory I have currently is that they studied Astronautical engineering and space navigation! (basically she's piloted a LOT of spacecrafts before, they're very experienced with flying/navigating in space, though The Invincible is the BIGGEST and most important one she's ever been in charge of, and also the one that's gone the furthest from earth)

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OH MAN

OH M A N the wormhole situation messed her up ALOT. For context, Anya had to go through the whole of ISWM twice, and she's the only one who remembers going through the loop twice, Mark only remembers part of the second loop and doesn't know that they've gone through it twice.

Now the first time around would be bad enough, they were frustrated and REALLY wanted the loop to be over, especially as it got more and more corrupted, they missed being around Mark and they wanted their crew to be safe and they just wanted it all to be OVER, but they also were still trying to be the best captain they could be, trying to pick any option at felt like the right one.

the second time around- they just lost it, she was GREATLY upset with herself at failing to stop the loop even though the answer was RIGHT in front of them, they just trusted Mark al o t and saw how desperate he was to fix things. This time around they're more careless with her choices, speedrunning through the first part (fixing it from the outside each time cause that was the quickest way to get shit done on the ship) and not really listening to what people were saying anymore cause she'd been through it all before, she knew what was going on. I think Mark probably realized they were seemingly in a rush- but just assumed they wanted to get things over with as soon as possible (which is partly true, he just doesnt know that they've seen all of this before)

when they FINALLY, get to the end, not only are they're incredibly relieved, I think they just b r e a k d o w n in front of mark at sometime point over it- they're just tired and are SO happy for any kind of break

and then they pass out from like 20 different injuries cause they went thROUGH it GFHGJKHLJ

they're still adjusting to being back to a normal life, she has to actively remember that she can't just be completely reckless anymore, while she's also completely desensitized to ALOT of things. I think she becomes more protective over the crew, mu c h more than they were before, just a bit more anxious over their wellbeing n what not. She's still trying to be a good captain through all of it

she and mark help eachother through it all, cause they're both been through VERY similar things so they both do get a bit better eventually :] (she has not told Mark abt the second loop thing jkhjl;k)