#but he got in trouble too because he tried to make me throw them up by punching my stomach

[livelaughlou]

show me something the rest never see

heyhey! so thanks to my gals @firewasabeast and @champagnetommy, who, when I messaged them to see if writing yet another sick!Tommy fic was too much, since I've written quite a few, answered with a "no of course not" I went ahead and wrote this. It's inspired by my not feeling well the last few days and it's over 3k words of pure self indulgence lol. Hope you guys like it. I'm gonna post the whole thing here now because I was having a little trouble with Ao3. I'll put it there as soon as it lets me.

title from Unpack Your Heart by Philip Philips

bucktommy - words: 3.3k - rating: teen - complete

cw: mentions of certain stomach issues that come with having food poisoning.

“Evan.”

Buck hears the voice in his sleepy haze but doesn’t register it, not really. But then his name comes through again, the voice recognizable and beloved, if sounding a little off, and Buck opens his eyes with a start when it occurs to him that if Tommy’s waking him up, then there’s something wrong.

“Hey,” he says, and when he gets a glimpse of Tommy’s pale face, he sits up quickly. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to kill Lucy,” Tommy declares weakly. “She insisted on trying that new food truck.”

“Oh, babe,” Buck laments. He gets a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand on Tommy’s side of the bed and sees that it’s 5:30, an hour before Tommy’s alarm was going to go off for his shift. He wraps his arms around him, and Tommy comes willingly. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Buck can tell that he feels a little warm, but it’s not worrying.

“99.8,” Tommy mumbles against his neck, where Buck thinks he’s working to build a home. He’ll never get over this, he thinks, this Tommy who not only asks for comfort now, eight months into their second round of couple-dom, but he demands it like it’s his right these days, and Buck revels in it.

“So a tiny fever,” Buck says, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “Throwing up?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says miserably. “And. Well. You know.”

Buck grimaces in sympathy. “Got it. I can run out and get some—”

But he’s interrupted when Tommy’s phone begins vibrating.

“Who the hell is calling you at 5:30 the in the morning?” Buck wonders as Tommy reluctantly leaves from his place tucked into Buck as far as he can go and reaches for the phone clattering on the nightstand.

“The devil,” Tommy answers darkly and Buck snorts a laugh as he answers the call, putting it on speaker.

“In my defense,” Lucy’s miserable voice sounds over the line, not even bothering with a ‘hello.’ “It was Daphne’s fault.”

“Oh sure, blame the probie,” Tommy says acerbically, then his face pales even further and he shoves the phone at Buck. “Talk to Evan, I gotta go puke.”

“Yikes,” she says, sounding one second away from throwing up herself. Buck takes the phone off speaker so she doesn’t have to hear the tell-tale sounds of retching come from their en-suite bathroom. “I was actually calling to both apologize and let him know that the entire Harbor A-shift is out of commission.”

“Oh wow,” Buck answers in awe. “When’s the last time that’s happened?”

“I have no idea,” Lucy says. “I didn’t get too far into it with Hannigan, the B-shift Captain, before I had to run to the bathroom again myself. I think they’re calling for volunteers. Any of our pilots from B and C shift are being asked to come in if they can, and they’re pulling other firefighters from other houses for the ground crew.”

As if on cue, Buck’s phone goes off on his nightstand. “Yeah, I think I’m getting that call.”

“Good luck, Buckley,” Lucy says, then suddenly she’s talking fast. “Gottagobye.”

Buck can’t help but laugh a little as she hangs up and reaches for his own phone. He’s just telling Hannigan that he needs to stay home and help with his sick partner when Tommy makes his way out of the bathroom. Buck tries not to ogle him too hard, since he’s removed his shirt at some point, so skin and muscle are on display. What can he say, he’s obsessed? Tommy, though, looks even more miserable than he had been even ten minutes ago, and Buck just wants to wrap him in blankets and wave some sort of magic wand to make him feel better. Too bad that’s not a relationship perk.

Hannigan is sighing. “I figured as much, but I thought I’d try anyway. We only need two more people to cover, but I’m sure I’ll find them.”

Tommy collapses on his side of the bed before scooching over to lay his head in Buck’s lap. He mumbles something that Buck can’t quite hear as he buries his face into the top of Buck’s thigh.

“Hang on, Ma’am,” he says to Hannigan before slipping a hand into Tommy’s hair, urging him to turn his face so he can hear what he’s saying. “What, baby?”

“Go,” Tommy says. “You’ve always wanted to work over there for a day right? See how we work? You’d love it.”

He really, really would, but he also doesn’t want to leave Tommy like this. “But—”

“I’ll be okay,” Tommy says.

Buck’s already mentally running through who he could call to come sit with him. “Are you sure?”

He can hear Hannigan’s voice, and he brings the phone next to his mouth. “If it helps, Buckley, Ravi Panikkar just agreed to fill the other spot and it looks like I might only need you for a half a day, maybe more. If we can manage it, I’ll let you go as early as I can.”

Tommy nods with a soft little smile, and Buck leans awkwardly down to kiss his forehead. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

Hannigan breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. All the houses are a little strapped, so this helps a lot. I appreciate it. Shift starts at 8.”

“Got it.”

They say goodbye and hang up, and Buck immediately opens the food delivery app, putting in an order of Gatorade, tea and other simple things that can be used to calm nausea. Tommy only barely registers what he’s saying when he tells him, but the delivery looks like it will get here before Buck has to leave, so he thinks it will be okay.

He gently shifts Tommy off of him and onto his side of the bed, and Tommy goes with barely a fight as he dozes. Buck takes a moment to just stare at him, his pale, pallid face, a little clammy, curls in total disarray, and Buck thinks he’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

He thinks quickly and opens a specific text chain, sending a whole series of messages, before making his way out of bed and into the shower. When he gets out, he smiles when he sees that Tommy has somehow fully migrated to Buck’s side of the bed in his sleep, snuggling into Buck’s pillow. He moves over to tuck the blankets around him a little tighter before getting ready for the day.

***

The next time Tommy wakes, the sun is shining through the blinds, his stomach feels just a little calmer and there’s a soft knock on the front door.

He groans and sits up, waits to decide if his stomach is going to cooperate and it seems like it is, so he counts that as a win as another knock sounds.

“Coming!” he hollers, looking down at himself. He’s wearing a pair of Evan’s worn sweats and an old 118 t-shirt that, really, could be his or Evan’s at this point, and decides that he’s as presentable as he’s going to get.

When he finally gets to the door and opens it, he blinks in surprise, then he quickly realizes that he really shouldn’t be shocked at all.

“Hey, Tommy,” Bobby says brightly as he shifts the paper grocery bag in his arms. “I hear you’re having a rough morning.”

“Little bit,” Tommy says. “Evan called you, didn’t he?”

“A rather frantic series of texts,” Bobby confirms as Tommy steps aside to let him through the door. “But he also told me to give it a couple of hours because you’d fallen back to sleep. I hope I didn’t wake you after all.”

Tommy waves that away. “It’s no big deal. I probably need to try eating something."

Bobby holds up his paper bag. “Good timing, I brought the ingredients for a broth that will settle your stomach. Thought I’d make it up here so you can have it nice and fresh.”

The wave of gratitude toward both Bobby and Evan in that moment almost takes him out at the knees. “That’s….thank you so much. You really didn’t have to do that.”

Bobby sets the bag down on the counter and gets to taking everything out. “It’s no problem. Also, it seems as though, since I survived a super-strain of CCHF, I’m some sort of expert on these things. At least, that’s what Buck thinks.”

Tommy laughs fondly. “Yeah. I don’t have the heart to tell him that that’s not how that works.”

“Oh, I’m sure he knows,” Bobby says with a soft smile. “But the close call scared him so I let him have it.”

It happened almost five months ago now, but Tommy still gets that pang in his chest at how close it was. Evan still has nightmares sometimes. So, yeah, Tommy will let him have whatever makes him feel better about it.

“Me too,” he answers.

Bobby shoots him another smile and says, “Soup pot? I know Buck has at least two.”

“Three now,” Tommy admits with a laugh. “I had one when he moved in. He uses them all at different times, says they each have their purpose.”

“They do,” Bobby confirms.

Tommy will happily take their word for it. “The cabinet to the left of the sink. Anything I can do?”

“Take a seat,” Bobby insists. “You look like you’re about to fall over.”

He does feel a little woozy again, so he sits at the little dining room table and watches Bobby work. They chat idly and soon enough the kitchen smells amazing.

Or it would if Tommy wasn’t going too….shit, no no, not now.

“Bobby, gotta-” he gets out before he covers his mouth with his hand and knocks the chair over in his haste to stand up.

“Go!” Bobby says, and Tommy is out of there.

***

Buck is actually having the time of his life. If he ever wanted to transfer from the 118, even though he can’t think of a situation why he would, he would want to transfer here. He’s seen it before, but that’s only been in bursts on a scene, this is different, getting to spend a few hours watching the ground crews and pilots work seamlessly together. He knows Tommy’s trained for both, and often works those shifts that are consecutive, but he also knows that Tommy’s dream is to be in the air as often as he can.

“So,” he says as they come back from a grocery run. He’s promised a pot of chili, and the Harbor B-Shift team, which seems to mostly live on takeout, is all for it. “I need embarrassing Tommy stories. I know he’s A-shift, but you guys have to give me something.”

He starts to get his ingredients ready as Graham, one of the senior B-shift pilots, laughs, sounding gleeful about it, and Buck grins because jackpot.

“Oh man,” Ravi says, catching it. “This is gonna be good.”

Graham is just in the middle of a story about Tommy and a little old lady named Mildred that Buck is going to tease him about at the earliest opportunity when he feels his phone go off in his pocket.

Peering at the chili to make sure it’s good on its own, he pulls it out, relieved to see a text from Tommy. He’d sent him one about an hour ago to check on him, about the time that Bobby should have shown up.

Tommy: Sorry, baby, not really paying attention to my phone. I miss you. Also, we have to move. Preferably out of the country.

Buck laughs a little, confused and amused and decides he’s going to call to get the full story.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Tommy answers right away. “Sorry again, feeling out of it, and Bobby was here. Kind of forgot to look at my phone.”

“It’s fine,” Buck answers. “Is Bobby still there?”

“No, he just left,” Tommy answers. “He made me soup.”

“I know,” Buck says, stirring the chili. “He mentioned it when I asked if he would come sit with you. Why are we moving?”

Tommy sighs. “Because I thought my stomach was okay. But when the soup started making the house smell good, it decided it wasn’t.”

Buck winces in sympathy. “Oh God.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says. “I just managed to make it to the spare bathroom, but barely. There was no way to disguise what was happening in there.”

“Oh, babe,” Buck groans with a little laugh. “He knows you’re sick. He’s not going to care.”

“I know, but he’s practically your father...and…”

Tommy pauses and Buck looks at Ravi, mouthing, will you watch this? while pointing to the pot, and Ravi nods, so Buck can duck out of the kitchen and into a little hallway.

“Talk to me.”

Buck can practically picture him biting the inside of his cheek as he answers, a little nervously, “It was...it was really nice. Of course I wanted you here with me, but...he made me soup, talked to me about...I don’t know, just my life? And this all happened after the...incident. We haven’t done that since I was at the 118 and he was the first person I came out to before I transferred. He told me...he told me that you and I are good for each other and…”

Buck can feel the prickle of tears in his own eyes at Tommy’s open vulnerability. He knows Tommy thinks of what they could have lost had that second antidote not been located. “And what, baby?”

Tommy clears his throat. “He said he’s proud of me.”

Buck knows how that must have felt. “He is, of the person you’ve become.”

“It was nice,” Tommy says again, voice soft. “It felt like having a dad who cares, you know? And I’m closer to him in age than you are.”

Having heard from Tommy about what his dad is like, Buck does know. “I get it,” he answers tenderly. “I’m proud of you, too, you know.”

“You are?” Tommy asks, sounding genuinely surprised. “Why?”

“You woke me up to tell me you were sick this morning,” Buck responds. “You’re telling me how Bobby made you feel today. You’re being honest with me.”

“Oh,” Tommy says. “Well, I just…you were right, when we got back together. This is never going to work if I don’t let you in, too.”

“Exactly.” Buck knows Tommy can’t see it, but he smiles anyway. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tommy answers, voice dripping with affection. “Are they keeping you the whole 12?”

“No,” Buck answers. “I think I’ll be able to leave around 4. I’m currently making chili. Also, Graham told me about Mildred. You should have told me about your little girlfriend, babe.”

Tommy groans, and Buck laughs. “God, I did not think it through when I told you to go ahead and cover over there.”

“You did not,” Buck says with another laugh. “How’s your stomach?”

“Hanging in there,” Tommy says. “It’s like embarrassing myself in front of the man we both see as a father-figure cured my food poisoning.”

Buck laughs. “I’m sure that was it. Look, I’ll be home soon. Sip on your soup, get some rest.”

“We’ll cuddle when you get home?” Tommy asks hopefully, and Buck wants to kiss him so bad.

“Yeah,” Buck confirms. “We’ll cuddle when I get home.”

“Looking forward to it,” Tommy says then it’s silent for just a moment before he mutters, “Really?”

“Go!”

Tommy hangs up and Buck goes to check on the chili and Ravi, thinking he’ll have to make sure to really disinfect both bathrooms and his boyfriend when he gets the first chance.

***

Tommy’s managed to drift off on the couch when he feels a hand on his forehead. He opens his eyes and smiles when he sees Evan sitting next to his hip.

“Hey,” he mumbles, and Evan leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Hi,” Evan whispers back. “How are you feeling?”

“Meh. Time’s it?”

“Just after 5.”

“Oh,” Tommy says, attempting to sit up. Evan adjusts himself to grab Tommy’s arms to help, and soon enough, he’s pulled into Evan’s chest, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’ve gone two whole hours without a trip to the bathroom.”

“Yay!” Evan cheers gently, pressing a kiss to the side of Tommy’s head. “Have you tried some more broth?”

“No,” Tommy admits. “Kind of afraid to.”

“You should. Come on, I’ll heat some up, make you some tea.”

Tommy’s stomach doesn’t roll at the thought, so he shrugs. “Sure.”

“Then how about a bath?” Evan continues, pulling him up. “We have plenty of that bubble bath you like—”

“Evan,” Tommy groans. “I’m 40 years old, it’s not bubble bath.”

“Tommy,” Evan says patiently as they get to the kitchen. “You put it in the bath and it makes bubbles. What else am I supposed to call it?”

Tommy supposes he’s got him there, so he gives in, seats himself at the same chair he had when Bobby was here, and watches Evan move about their kitchen, making soup and tea and chattering about his day.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Tommy says once they sit down to eat. He manages a few sips of the broth and more of the tea, but it’s better than it was, so he’ll take it.

“I can see why you transferred there,” Evan answers as he sips his own tea. Tommy had insisted he make himself something else, but when he’d admitted that the smell of anything else might make him nauseous, Evan had insisted the chili he’d had at Harbor was enough for now, and the soup would just be a nice afterthought. “It’s a really great environment.”

“I needed it after Gerrard,” Tommy admits. “No matter what Bobby did, it just had too much baggage attached to it.”

“That makes sense,” Evan says honestly, then he motions to his liquid dinner. “How’s the eating?”

Tommy looks down at the bowl. “I don’t think I can do more broth. Might hang onto the tea.”

“Okay,” Evan says, and he gets up to clear the dishes away. Just as he goes to grab Tommy’s bowl, Tommy snags his wrist gently, tapping his finger against his pulse point, the feeling almost more reassuring than the soup was.

Evan regards him, tilts his head in that way Tommy loves. “You good? Well, as good as you can be?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says softly. “Thank you. For covering at work today. For sending me Bobby. For coming home to take care of me.”

Evan smiles and crouches down in front of him, setting his dishes back on the table. “None of that is a hardship. You’re my favorite person. My...well, my person. I want to do what I can for you.”

“I know,” Tommy says, cupping his face in his hands. “I love you so much.”

Evan’s face is all soft affection. “I love you too.”

“I wanna kiss you, but I probably don’t taste terribly good.”

Evan laughs, leans forward, and plants a kiss on Tommy’s mouth. It’s light, like one you’d give someone when you’re on your way out the door, but it’s enough.

“Tastes fine to me,” Evan quips, and Tommy loves him.

He watches Evan put their dishes in the sink, then he comes over, holds a hand out. Tommy takes it without hesitation and lets himself be pulled up and led to the master suite, where Evan sits him down on the toilet to turn the bathtub on. He undresses them both slowly before helping Tommy and his achy body in when it’s ready, slipping in behind him.

Tommy sags against his chest, his head on Evan’s shoulder with a contented sound. Evan rubs a hand in gentle circles on Tommy’s stomach, which is so soothing that Tommy’s sure he could slip off to sleep without any effort.

Evan, of course, must sense this. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Tommy plants a kiss to Evan’s jaw. “I know.”

[quesocheeso]

*heyyyy there, I say crawling slowly out of the darkness*

(This hyperfixation is gonna kill me.)

So. How about. And hear me out on this.

We give Xiaoxing an abnormal physical strength.

He still doesn't have any magic, but he makes up for it with physical abilities. It's on par with Wukong's and maybe even stronger. (That's how he survived the fight with possessed Wukong.)

Wukong and Macaque never knew that because they never tried to actually challenge him, they just saw him as a fragile little kid and taught him the basics of fighting and self-defense. He kept training on his own without his parents knowing to avoid their overprotective rules.

But then he goes to school and his parents, in an attempt to protect him, say that he is forbidden from using any magic to keep everyone safe.

A few bullies hear of this rule and try to pick on him. To everyone's surprised, he takes them down with brute force. So all the kids got scared of him, because if that's how strong he is without magic, then they'll be doomed if he gets mad and decides to use it.

Of course his parents got called to school after the accident but they were too happy and proud of him so he didn't get in any trouble.

Now here's the fun part:

Who is the only person who knows how strong Xiaoxing is?

His little brother, Xioalei.

He is a smart kid, he figured things out pretty early. So he gets very confused when he sees his parents treat his big brother like some weakling.

For example:

Some dangerous strong demon attacks Xiaoxing at 10 y.o, Xiaolei 5 y.o.:

Wukong:"Xiaoxing! Xiaolei! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!"

Macaque:"Look at me baby! Did he hit you anywhere!?"

Xiaoxing:"Nope, I'm good."

Xiaolei:"No, but I think that demon is dying." Baby Xiaolei points at a very badly injured demon.

Wukong:"HOW DARE HE. I'LL KILL HIM."

Macaque:"Don't yell! You'll scare the kids!"

Xiaolei:"That's what we're concerned about?"

Wukong:"Moon, take the kids home, I don't want them to see this."

Macaque:"Peaches. Make sure that fucker never comes back."

Xiaoxing:"ooooo, mama said a bad word, hehehe."

Xiaolei:"MOTHER. THAT MAN IS DEAD."

That was not the only time, whenever Xiaolei felt scared or in danger he'd run to his big brother for protection.

And now the cherry on top, when Xiaoxing finally got his magical power:

Macaque:"Maybe he isn't as weak as we thought..."

Wukong:"Yeh... maybe we should train him more..."

Xiaolei:"SERIOUSLY!? NOW!?!?!? I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS FOR YEARS!!!!" *storms out the room cursing in spanish*

The kid loves his family but the way they avoid the truth about Xiaoxing's strength like some professional acrobats really gets on his nerves.

He has magic but whenever he fought with his big brother he'd get his ass kicked. Forget magic, that guy is a fucking monster.

Macaque to 7 y.o. Xiaolei :"I know you want to play with your brother but maybe you two shouldn't play so roughly together. If you wanna fight then ask your dad for a match. Just to avoid accidents, ok?"

Xiaolei:"Why are you telling this to me? Mother I had my ass served on a silver platter. You should be saying that to him!"

Macaque:"What did we say about using bad words?"

Xiaolei:"Wha-... sorry."

*I'm just throwing in a suggestion, I just think it would be very funny. Okay! That's it. Imma go back to the darkness.*

Loving all the asks you’re pulling anon and at this point I’m begging you to actually post them cause I just cackle at all of them and everyone should see them lmaooo

On another note, you kinda hit the nail on the head on this one my guy

Xiaoxing doesn’t have any magic abilities until season 3 BUT he does have super strength, which unluckily the monkeys didn’t clock it, although I wouldn’t write the monkeys as overbearing as they are here, they’re a lil less over protective, cautious yes but they don’t bar Xiaoxing from doing things or treat him like glass so there’s not a lot of resentment from the kid from that, not until MK walks in

Going back on the strength, fun fact, Xiaoxing plays on the baseball team on his school, and since the school he goes to pretty much helps students train their abilities, when his teachers realized that Xiaoxing had super strength they started training him via baseball, which circles back to one of my Season 3 posts where he likes to use his laser eyes, he mains them actually because as a fighter Xiaoxing would be a long distance one because his accuracy is top notch, next to none, so he trains this skill by throwing baseballs at high speeds that teachers keep track of, both in velocity and force

The reason why the monkeys don’t know about his strength is because it’s a recent thing, he didn’t always have it, I would say he started getting it around the time MK appeared first

Also fun fact: none of the kids have abilities, they all start getting them during season 3 (hmmmmmmm I wonder why?🤔🤔😁👍) (them being powerless actually helped stop heaven from taking action against them oof)

And yeah Xiaoxing would beat the hfil out of bullies before he gained super strength and that’s cause he’s just smart and uses their own abilities against them, being powerless taught him how to quickly evaluate others and effectively put them out with their own force, he teaches Xiaolei this when he enters school so now you have two “weak” monkeys who are considered the strongest in the school lmaoooo,, they effectively become tacticians per say cause of this

[cloveroctobers]

home life with them! | multi 🏠

A/N: because being booed up can be fun & this is just a quick little thing I’ve been thinking about and decided to write for shits and giggles tbh!

WARNINGS: language, usage of the n-word, fluff, bickering, talks of intimate moments, Mary being delusional, & modern times with Smoke & Stack?

𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

~ KEVIN ATWATER ~

Slow Sundays were a thing in your household…except it really wasn’t with Kevin?

Usually it’s his only day off and sure he may lay in bed a little longer with you propped up on his chest but when the man was ready to work? There was no stopping him.

Basically he was like that parent that loved waking your ass up on a Saturday morning with the vacuum cleaner and old jams bouncing off the walls, except in this case…it was a Sunday!

Majority of the time he would let you sleep in, might even start off a little quiet but you should have known that was short lived and him trying to soften the blow by pressing lingering kisses at your brow and squeezing your shoulder before he let go of you.

“Babe! Have you seen my—oh my fault I found it.” — as if he hadn’t been knocking stuff over in the room for about five minutes now, always apologizing each time as you tried to sleep.

He’ll get some laundry going, even throw a few of your pieces in too—although you may have had more time to get through your laundry during the previous week—the man is just considerate like that.

“Babe, whatchu want for breakfast? My famous pancakes or something else?” He’ll question poking his head back into the room. You’ll lift your head out from over the covers, if you’re not a morning person (like me) that look says it all.

Eventually you’ll make your way to the kitchen, the aroma of food luring you out. Your attempts to sneak up on him, hugging him from behind and burrying your face in his back always makes his heart swell. He knows your footsteps well and it’s pros of being a cop, so you sneaking up on him? Never works in your favor but sometimes he doesn’t mind playing along.

Definitely the type to stop what he’s doing to press his hand on top of yours as you hug him.

“What you want to do today after this house work? Movies? Dinner at the diner? Head to Kim and Adam’s? You need to make a grocery run for something?” He’s ranting as if last Sunday wasn’t ridiculously busy.

You’re seated at the island counter pressing your cheek into your hand just gazing at him, “I just want to look at you, flash.” You say giving him that old silly nickname since he used to be on a track team in his high school years and you were postive he’s done a lot of running around in the IU…which is always a little funny to picture with his long legs.

Kevin shares the same look of love in his doe eyes as he looks up and over at you after flipping a pancake over, “Well in that case…I’m all yours if you want me, you got me.”

“There’s never a day that I don’t…even when you wake me up too damn early on a Sunday.”

Kevin shrugs, “You love me, though.”

“That I do.” You sigh but perk up as he slides you a bowl of cut up fruit.

Kevin presses his teeth over his bottom lip with a smile, “Feelings mutual, baby. Now you eat up, we got a day ahead of us.” He starts, easily picking up on the blank look you send him, “I promise it’ll be a good one. Not too much.”

You hum as he comes around to smack a kiss against your cheek, squeezing at your hips.

~ DANTE TORRES ~

Dante’s not much of a tv person, never has been but when he starts dating you and divides his time between yours and his childhood home, he starts to be? Sort of.

You quickly learn during your sleepovers that he doesn’t do much sleeping in the first place…even if you end up tangled through the sheets and put through a mattress…the man hardly sleeps.

He’ll nap at best and when you question him about it, he tells you he’s always been that way, always had trouble with insomnia since he was a kid. There were countless times where he would stay up at night to make sure he didn’t hear his step-father hurting his mom. His sleeping habits got even worse once he ended up in juvi.

Ofc it broke your heart and you always told him he was safe here with you. This he knew but it still felt nice to hear it.

He found it odd the first time he stayed over, learning that you liked to sleep with the tv on. You peered over at him before climbing into bed, “I’ve been in this place by myself at night for awhile…I need the noise as a distraction. When it’s too quiet, it makes me anxious.”

Which lets Dante know that you’re not that much different at all. “Guess that means I need to be over more.” Before he fully enters the room, making you smile at the thought.

You’re into those trashy dating reality shows, where you’ll give your own commentary, really getting into it like his ma when she’s watching those soaps. Dante finds it humorous himself, watching you get all riled up at the couple where the other half just found out their significant other tried to gaslight them after finding out they were cheating.

“Can you fucking believe this guy?! He’s GARBAGE.”

“Absolutely.” Dante quietly says with a nod of his head as you look over at him, “He shows no respect.”

“Thank you!” You exhale before flopping back against your pillow as Dante is up on his elbow staring more at you than the screen.

You’re aware of it, it’s something he’s always done and at times it did make you self-conscious but when you were slightly distracted you just viewed his eye contact as sunlight.

You tune it out once you’re so deep into a show, looping your arm with Dante’s as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before focusing back on the show with you.

Some months later into your relationship, you end up with a cat (or any other house animal if you’re allergic or don’t like them)…much to Dante’s surprise. Yes you mentioned getting a pet before in the early stages of dating and even showed him the one you really wanted but it was a good two hour drive away. He didn’t actually think you would end up having a spur of the moment…that was more his thing.

“I…guess that means the girls weekend trip went well then.” Dante comments, looking at the odd looking feline that made it’s self comfortable on his spot on the couch.

It’s rocky at first, the lykoi cat (that you named Britain after the film “An American werewolf in London”) tried to get used to the home and Dante. Yet it loved you…as it should!

Britain even started to piss on Dante’s white shirts. The first time he stole it from one of the lounge chairs Dante tossed in your room.

“What’s his problem?” Dante questioned with a deep frown as he held the stained shirt up, “I’ve been nice to the guy since he’s got here and all I got in return is a scratch to my hand, my shirts ruined, and hissed at when i stay over and try to hold you at night.”

Your attempts to hide the bubble of laughter in your throat does not go unnnoticed as you wrap your arms around Dante’s neck, “Don’t take it too personal honey, he’s just a baby.”

You already planned on getting a bunch more white tees and leaving them here and out of reach from the kitten.

“Well I was your baby first.” Dante mutters as you laugh, running your thumb over the tattoo on the back of his neck.

Dante soon comes to a understanding with the Lykoi. He’s saying at your place but you’re at an event for your friend and just let him know that you’re on your way home for the night. He realizes that you left the tv on in the living room and turned it off with no sign of the cat. This time.

Dante’s upstairs, already undressed for the night and set his timer estimating what time you should be here and when he would go back downstairs. Dante decides to turn the tv on in the room, getting caught off guard as Britain hops onto the bed and turns into a loaf at the end of it.

After a few moments of silence, the cat meows looking over its shoulder at Dante and Dante cautiously changes the channel, earning more meows until he finds something he likes.

“Wooow.” Dante laughs to himself after the cat goes quiet and he hops into bed, ready to text the guys about this since they already witnessed the nasty scar on his hand from the wolf looking feline.

That same scar (which resulted in stitches) he got when he turned off the tv one night in the living room where you fell asleep with the cat nearly sleeping on your head.

Dante gets comfortable on the bed, clasping his hands on top of his head shifting his gaze from the screen and the cat, making sure to keep his feet away from Britain as well.

When Britain gets up to stretch, Dante holds his breath as his yellow eyes pour into his hazel ones. The lykoi is on the prowl, taking cautious steps and Dante would really hate to have to harm your cat with a lamp if he decided to claw at his face this time!

Instead the cat purrs taking a spot right on your pillow, meowing as he turns his attention back to the tv.

Dante with his guard still up slowly relaxes when the cat moves again, nudging its head against his shoulder, demanding pets.

Which he ends up giving, “Oh we’re homies now, huh?”

Leading to the pair falling asleep together with the tv on.

Leaving you a smirking mess as you snap a picture once you get home, already finding it odd that Dante wasn’t downstairs waiting up for you.

This would be your new screensaver…until you realize the two bastards were up watching your show without you.

~ ELIJAH SMOKE MOORE~

“We really about to go to this dumbass party?” Smoke asks you for what felt like the millionth time, standing behind you in your walk in closet, after putting the custom made necklace he got for you one Christmas around your neck.

You laugh in the mirror, “Of course we are, it’s for Stack.”

Smoke rolls his eyes, “It ain’t even that nigga’s birthday—even though he think it is. And trust me, I would know.”

You snicker, “Didn’t we promise…RSVP to this thing a month or two ago?”

“I never promised nothin’. I helped with the set up and planning along with Bo n’ them, that should be good enough.”

“Not you complaining about having a night out to support your twin’s success! We’ve been homebodies ever since you put this baby in me.” You turn around pouting a little as you play with the collar of Smoke’s shirt.

It’s true, ever since y’all got married you’ve been on the go. Now with your first baby on the way, the both of you definitely slowed down.

Smoke had no problem showing you the world just enough to share one once he knew you were his. It wasn’t easy getting him to open up due to the trauma of being a vet along with his childhood and all that but you were a light in his world that he wanted to keep close.

He preferred roadtrips whether that meant he drove or catching a train or hell even cruises he was cool with! He was not big on airplanes and none of that air shit. Which meant you were limited for certain destinations but one day you were going to get him on a plane.

Being at home was no thing to Smoke since he already co-owned a very busy successful club with Stack that started in their home town back in Mississippi. (Which was now looked over by Bo and other trusted workers but the man was still about his business. If there was an issue he couldn’t handle over the phone then he was there!)

Stack managed the second club in Chicago mainly and just started his own brown liquor brand: Clark Striker which was the reason for this night out.

You and Smoke resided in Tennessee (with a property managing business) and made this special trip out to Chicago for stack. You knew how much Smoke loved Stack, that was his baby brother after all and he would do anything for him…he just preferred not be around a few of his friends he’s made out here.

Smoke lifts his chin, “Who even gon’ be there?”

“Me,” you laugh, “All you gotta do is focus on me. And you know we can always use the truth of me being pregnant to slide whenever we want.”

Smoke grinned at you then as you did a spin for him in that dress. You were in your second trimester, the first had you sick as a dog with a bad attitude but your second? Had you beaming with a burst of energy. You looked as if you were ready to tear it up on the dance floor already, having plenty of playlists as you started getting ready three whole hours before this function was even supposed to start.

Smoke found it unnecessary and barely needed a hour to get ready. He knew how to clean up well and Stack always told him he had him to thank for that or else he would, “still be walkin’ around this bitch like G.I. Joe. You not gonna embarrass my ass.”

“You embarrass me every day, nigga so what’s your point?” Smoke would snap back as Stack rolled one up for them to share, while they sat on the back patio together.

It was a rule, any smoking would be done outside of the house. You did not want your house smelling like that. It also applied to you too if you were a smoker—unless you were down for edibles instead then it was free game.

It brought you pride whenever someone visited and stepped into your shared home with smoke, that people were not only impressed with the architecture (s/o to Terry Richmond’s contracting and building company: Timberline Ridge Renovations) but the way it always smelled so good.

Of course smoke knew how much appearance was important, especially for events and owning multiple clubs. Yet he was also comfortable in his own damn skin and if anybody had a problem with it, he would take it up with their kneecaps.

You informed after getting a notification on your phone that sat on the cabinets which contained your other jewelry, “C’mon James St. Patrick, the traffic is picking up a little bit on the main route.”

“Then we ain’t goin’,” he starts up again and catches your eye, “That route. I’ll find another.”

Ofc he would! He always found secret ways and sometimes they always felt longer. When it came to trips, smoke was always looking for different directions with less people, best deals, and professional customer service or else things would be said.

Making sure the both of you had every thing and receiving a call from stack on your way out, who asked where y’all were at, “It ain’t no surprise y’all didn’t leave the damn house yet. Stop being whack and get your asses here.”

Having a house in three different states was a lot, to the point Smoke even considered selling your smallest one in Chicago or turning it into a Airbnb (you didn’t want anybody living in your house—smoke wasn’t the only stubborn one—and stack had no problem looking after it even with smoke’s bs demands) but you both made it work.

“You sure you got everything, woman? Cause we know you’re sometimes forgetful and then I got to come back.” Smoke states as you left the front door open, standing on the steps as he got ready to set the alarm.

You scoff, looking up from your phone after texting some friends that you two were leaving now, “Don’t work my nerves, Elijah. You’re just looking for any excuse to stay here. Four hours won’t hurt us too much.”

Smoke sets the alarm and makes sure the door is locked, plucking the gift bag you were obsessing over for him to hold instead, “Who said four? I thought we compromised on two. The good thang is you’re not drinking so it won’t be a full shift tonight.”

Scrunching up your nose, you take his hand nonetheless as you go down the steps together. It was no secret, once you got drunk that meant you loved to dance. Now you were on a cleanse and wouldn’t be indulging in that brown liquor but would sip on a pretty mocktail.

“Keep throwin’ shots at me and Ida-May will learn just how mean her daddy is being to her mama. Keep it up.” You sass as you hop up into the “family car.”

Elijah snorts to himself, placing the gift bag by your legs but not without placing his hand on your belly and whispering, “Don’t listen your your mama girl, it’s all lies—you know she crazy already just from livin’ inside her don’t cha?”

A kick is felt right against his hand, making him grin wildly while you suck your teeth, already convinced those two would team up against you.

“Let’s go already.” You order while Elijah stands up with a dip of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he responds closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side but not without glancing at your house, smiling to himself at this lifestyle, before getting into the car.

~ ELIAS STACK MOORE ~

“Sign here.” You can hear just as a KAYTRANADA track on a shuffled playlist faded out.

You spent the last hour working out downstairs in the gym.

“Didn’t I just tell yo ass we didn’t order nothing?”

Which automatically made you pause a upcoming song, making quick work of walking around the corner to the front entrance of your home.

The mover just got finished saying your name, after shuffling through papers and you grinned as you stepped up behind Stack who spun at your presence.

Plucking the clipboard from one of the movers you quickly scribbled your name down, apologizing for your man’s behavior.

Confusion was clear on Stack’s face who began folding his arms and mean-mugging the man that sized him up before he spun around to bark orders at the other workers.

“Mind tellin’ me what the hell is goin’ on?”

You’re all grins as you hold out your arm pushing Stack back against the wall and also stepping out of the way as the head man popped back into the home.

“Dinning room is just towards the back there across from the kitchen.” You told the head mover who nodded his head, peeking around the home—which didn’t sit right to Stack—because wtf was he plotting?

Bouncing on your toes you say, “I’m gonna take a shower while you play nice with the movers.”

“That’s coo and everything but what they bringing into the house? Which I know nothing about.”

“Oh that’s just our new dining table that you’re going to put together.” You respond with joy in your tone, “Annie, Uncle Slim, and I went and picked it out weeks ago, it was on back order because I switched to a different wood that was imported from somewhere…I can’t remember. All I know is that it matches better with the emerald green walls we got going on in that space.”

Stack scratched at his nose now, laughing a bit in disbelief but not really because he knew his girl as his grills were flashed at you while he did so, “Were we not supposed to pick that shit out together?”

“And the day we were supposed to, you got a call the night before and booked a ticket back to Clarksdale that same morning for what? Five days. Business is business right? So I handled ours here.” You went to pat his face, smug smile on your lips now.

Stack snatched your hand from his face and gave you a warning look but you’ll be damned if you feared a man.

“Behind my back? You deadass?”

“Just like you allowed that bitch into our home that day and she thought she could walk out of this house untouched.”

Stack held his head back in annoyance puffing out air from his nostrils, “You still actin’ like I asked Mary to bring her ass here when I don’t even know how she got our address.”

Probably snooping through Annie’s phone if you had to guess.

You met Annie and the Moore twins at Annie’s establishment actually. They just moved in from Mississippi but the twins were already familiar with Chicago. Smoke barely liked staying here in the first place but it sounded like they needed to get out of the delta.

Annie was originally from New Orleans, which didn’t take long for you to guess. Smoke was actually trying to convince her to move back there but she was content taking “vacations” there instead. Her beauty shop also consisted of oils, incense, and some home products. Annie Moore was a true boho goddess who practiced hoodoo.

When you met Stack, you were in there getting your hair done and he was ready to cut up as soon as he laid eyes on you. Making Annie interrupt as you sat with her homemade conditioner and steam treatment. “Boy, if you don’t get out of her face before I mop the floor with yours!”

That didn’t stop stack from kissing your hand and winking at you, saying he was sure he would see you soon. And every other appointment you had, you did.

This relationship wasn’t a breeze by any means and part of it had to do with Stack’s ex, Mary. Who couldn’t let him go despite the amount of times he told her he’s moved on and didn’t want her ass no more.

He even told you, “Not that I asked but Sammie told me that Pearline told him that Mary s’pposed to be datin’ some dude that looks like the dude who played in get out.”

Which had you looking at the invisible camera.

Mary even had the nerve to show up to your house and barge her way in. She didn’t expect you to be home, coming out of the half bathroom by the living room, which resulted in a beat down after she also had the audacity to wave her fingers at you, asking what was for dinner.

You didn’t have a dinning table for almost two months so you did the honors.

“And I also asked you if she was going to be a problem, for you handle it back when she was blowing up your phone, before she pulled that shit that she pulled. Regardless…I’m letting that go and finding my happiness in a much better table anyway. So get to it, Bob the builder.”

You’re ready to head upstairs as you see the men taking their time carrying boxes up the steps to your home.

“Got me fucked up. I got your Bob the builder, alright.”

“What was that?” You spun on the steps with a wicked look in your eye which Stack had no problem matching.

Stack gave a mocking grin, “I said I gotchu, girl.”

You took your sweet ass time in the shower too, not that stack expected anything different. Your routines were always as long as ever plus he had something to keep himself busy.

When you got back downstairs to the main floor, you let out a sigh of satisfaction at the sight of your new dinning table.

You mumbled to yourself, “Where are the chairs?”

“Ma, I’m workin’ on it, damn.”

You didn’t even notice stack lounging underneath the table on the other side, almost making you jump out of your skin.

“You did good baby,” you encourage as you watch him crawl out from the table to wipe the sweat off his forehead and kick the hammer to the side, “Want me to order from that East African spot you like for dinner?”

With your phone already out you pulled up the site to order online for delivery. Knowing his usual order of Luwombo you made sure to include what he vocally said, “And extra Injera and Boo sauce. Put it on my card.”

“Nope this one is all on me. The table was on you.” You wink over at him while Stack snorts out a laugh, knowing he should have expected that. And doesn’t bother to argue this time.

After confirming the order with no other added items, you walk over to the kitchen to hydrate the both of you. Meeting Stack in the dining room, which he leaned against he takes the drink from you, “if I don’t get to the chairs, I’ll definitely get to them next weekend.”

“So…that means Halloween?”

“Ah-ha! You got jokes.”

You smile as you sip on the sweet tea, “No, baby it looks great, just like i knew it would.”

“Yeah?” Stack questions as he looks back at it, running his hand over the material, “You made a solid choice if I do say so myself, I’ll give you that. Now how about we test it out?”

You frown, “How if we don’t have any chairs?” Missing the look in stack’s eyes and the lick of his lips as he reaches out for your waist.

Stack shrugs, “Ain’t no thang. I lay back and you just get on top.”

“Ohhhh,” you drag out catching on, “So now you want me to do all the work and then blame me when the table ends up broken, again?”

Stack smirks, “I didn’t say you had to bounce on it. My face is also the perfect seat.”

You shove him, sharing a laugh, before Stack is pecking your lips and letting a hand grip on your backside. Breaking away from him you point a finger at him in warning, while he bit down on his bottom lip before nipping your finger.

“We have like thirty-forty minutes until the food gets here, don’t we?” Stack was still trying to persuade you, making you laugh once more.

You nod, “Yes! That’s the perfect amount of time to get started on one of the six chairs.”

“Got damn, six!?” He raises his brow while you sip at your tea with a smirk, “Oh hell no you’re tryna work me to the bone, gal.”

You snort moving to take a seat at the small back table by the windows that had the view of the backyard, “When have you ever been afraid of a little work, Elias?”

“I think I’d be a little less afraid with that cat on my tongue instead of this brew.”

You gasp, “You’re so nasty!”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He clicks his tongue at you, pulling out a chair by the island to relax for a bit, daring you to tell him to get back to work.

The both of you playfully glare at each other, until stack cracks first, pecking his lips at you before turning his attention back to his phone and you gazing out the window.

𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎. 𖤓 ｡𖦹°‧ ⋆☀︎.

FIN.

[pomefioredove]

I am loving your event! Can I have a sugar cookie, #9, with chocolate chips, candy cane, and chestnuts?

I'll see what I can do!

order #9, sugar with chestnuts, candy cane, chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I think I'll stay

summary: an injury takes you out of a couple's competition tropes: sick fic, fake dating (barely), friends to lovers characters: jack additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

Why is it always you?

Well, you're the main character, so all of the miserable things have to happen to you!

Ha, ha. If only life were that easy.

The truth of the matter is that you're just unfortunate, miserably so, more than anyone else.

You could've stayed home this weekend- eating chocolate in your underthings and misusing the phone that's supposed to be for emergencies to read fanfiction for the manga Ortho got you hooked on- but, you're here.

Stupidly. Badly.

And beat up, now, too.

"It's a nasty twist, but you'll live," Jack says. "A little ankle trouble never hurt anyone- uh, badly."

Your nails dig into the depressed mattress of the medical tent, and you have to force down a nagging that's fighting its way up. How wrong can one boy be?

But, then, there's Ace to steal that title, because of course. "You'll be ready in like, thirty minutes, right?"

"Ace-" Epel tries to warn him, but it's worthless.

"Because it is a partnered competition, and the more teams us first-years have in the mix, the more a chance we have of winning the prize!"

You throw the first thing you feel- which happens to be a first-aid kit on the foldable table by your cot. It catches Ace in the stomach, and he squeals like a little girl.

"OW! What's your problem?!"

"You couldn't pay me to go up there right now!"

"Ace, come on, they're hurt," Deuce says, the diplomat he is. "We can swing this with only two teams. Better than none, right?"

The first-year grumbles and gripes about your "unpredictable temper", his feet shuffling against the grass as the others take him out.

Jack stays. He says nothing, but he stays.

Not like he could do anything, anyway- you were his "partner", after all.

"...Feeling alright?" he tries. He looks like he has more to say, but doesn't. Only nonsensical, meaningless questions like "feeling alright?"

He clears his throat. He pulls at his tie. His tail twitches. His ears flick around the tent, as if keeping watch for predators.

You think he wants to apologize- for, you know, falling on you and fucking up your ankle. Your good ankle, not your overblot-shot ankle (and shoulder, and knee, and a few fingers, but, hey, who's counting?)

Somehow, this is worse than all of that.

"Say it," you sigh, waving him on to give you his woes.

Jack swallows, scratches his chin, and then:

"You really should elevate your ankle. And you need ice. The bandages won't do anything- Ace and Deuce don't know the first thing about first-aid-"

"REALLY?!"

Jack jumps at your yelp, tucking his tail between his legs. "What?"

"That's all you have to say?"

He looks a little uneasy, his ears flattened with guilt, his eyes following the line of your leg and not meeting yours.

"...I'll get the ice," he insists, tending to your injury with a soft touch, as if terrified he'll hurt you further... which is somewhat satisfying for you.

He props your ankle under a pile of pillows, and reluctantly manifests some magic to make ice (the nearest dispenser is probably back at your dorm- your beautiful, safe dorm- you've never missed Ramshackle so much).

Some, not all, of the tension in your spine alleviates at the tender care. Jack was right about the ice and the elevation, at least.

"The swelling's starting to go down," he says. "Just stay off it for the rest of the week and it'll be good as new."

"What about classes?"

"Eh..." he scratches the back of his neck. "I'll bring you to them."

"You'll carry me? Every day?"

"If that'll help. I'll just substitute you for my weight training,"

He's awfully hard to stay mad at. Your cross your arms over your chest and lie in bed, your ankle numb but comfortable from the cold.

"...Fine," you say. "But I don't forgive you. I fell in front of all those people."

He looks away, though you could see the wince and the whimper he's desperately holding himself from.

"I know. I'll make it up to you,"

...Which you suppose is his way of saying "I'm sorry". You'll work on that.

You sigh. "No need, you've said enough. Just... go on and enjoy watching the competition,"

Jack stares, eyes softening more than he'd ever allow them to under any other circumstance. He smiles, too.

"And miss out on your commentary? I think I'll stay,"

[tmbgaresuck]

i got suspended from school again (yes, it was TMBG related) but they can't expel me due to my IEP (no, it does not stand for "I eat pee". It stands for "I'm epic people") that says that if I can't be expelled if I'm acting funny due to my condition (Hating TMBG is apparently a mental disorder in this twisted society)

it says nothing in the DSM-5 or the ICD-11 about hating TMBG. So it's not a valid mental disorder and anyone who says otherwise doesn't know anything because they're a moron

[ogwintersmind]

MHA boys as dads

Bakugou (boy dad)

When blue confetti fell from out of the gender reveal balloon you immediately predicted the future. A crazy, loud, chaotic future was very promising. And your predictions came true after litttle Kai was born.

When he was freshly out of the womb, four days, katsuki is already lecturing him about how great he's going to be and that he's a Bakugou so he's guarantee to be strong and awesome.

When he reaches the toddler stage… bless your poor heart. Not only does Kai look exactly like katsuki, but he acts like him too!

He's loud, always climbing the stairs, wanting to aggressively play hero’s vs villains, oh, he bites too. Katsuki thinks it’s the most hilarious thing in the world. When friends are over and kaminari, deku, or kirishima piss him off he’ll send Kai to do his dirty work (Bite them) only to get lectured by you saying “He’s a baby not a dog! don’t teach him to do that!!”

He loves matching family outfits, as corny and out of character it sounds, he loves it. He teaches Kai about the places of the world, and makes sure Kai has an out standing vocabulary claiming "I won't have an idiot running around. He's a Bakugou he has to be great, like me.” You retort by saying “He’s three!!”

He also teaches Kai that it's ok to cry. He wishes that he was taught that showing emotions doesn’t make you weak and expressing your feelings makes you stronger, something he learned from you, and he wants to make sure his son understands that and doesn’t have to grow up carrying the burden of emotions that he never got to express on his back. He wants his son to know that he’s able to talk to him and that he’ll be there to listen and support him.

100/10 great dad. (He’s begging for baby #2345&6)

Kirishima (girl dad)

He was surprised when the confetti came out of the balloon and it was pink. He definitely thought he’d have a son. He wasn’t upset though, he was going to have a healthy child and that’s all that really mattered.

He plays princesses and lets your daughter paint his nails and do his makeup. They proceed to do fashion shows for you all the while kirishima is stumbling over his feet in your way too small heels he attempted to squeeze his feet in.

When you’re out and it’s his turn to dress Kami he puts her in the most “dad dressed me” outfits ever.. for example, you’ll come home and her hair is in what you think is supposed to be a ponytail, she has on a neon green shirt, fairy wings, and baggy baby blue jeans. “I tried..” is the only thing he’ll say while you’re laughing your butt off.

Did I mention your daughter is a Velcro baby? Kirishima is very clingy so it’s to no one’s surprise that your daughter is the same way. She throws a fit when you or kiri set her down for even a second, it’s tiring for you but kirishima doesn’t mind it one bit. He holds her no matter what he’s doing, cooking, cleaning, playing his game, working out, it doesn’t matter. His baby will always be on his arm.

She has Kirishimas sharp teeth so when katsuki and he are hanging out with the kids and Katsuki sends Kai to bite him, kirishima retaliates by sending his daughter katsukis way to defend her daddy.

100/100 greattt papa!

Kaminari (twin dad boy + girl)

He short circuited when he found out he was having not one... But two little kaminaris running around the house, and you... Bless your heart.

He gives the children stupid nicknames like "concreate" and "cement" or "bloom" and "Sprout” and you hate it because when the children are in their toddler stage and they get into trouble and you say “Kami/Kai, get down you’ll hurt yourself!” they'll say "I not Kami/Kai, I Sprout/Bloom!!”

Speaking of trouble... Kaminari "doesn't allow" you to punish the twins. His favorite line is "they're just kids, babe. They're still learning.” so they get away with everything.

He teaches them how to tell dad jokes to his friends and Sero thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. (he also taught them the “pull my finger thing” ..yuck.)

Denki stays up at night reading the twins bedtime stories, it doesn't matter whether it's 9pm or 3am, he'll read to his babies for as long as they need.

100/100 great dad!

Shoto (girl dad)

Shoto had no idea how he was going to be as a father. His family life was so messed up.. What if his father’s toxic traits take over and he ends up forcing his child into a toxic environment like Enji did him… “You’re not Enji, you’re Shoto. You’ll be an amazing father. I wouldn’t have a child with you if I thought otherwise.”

And a great father he is.

He spoils her to no end. Whatever toy, dress, shoe, candy, or whatever else she wants she gets. What baby do you know that has been to 7 different countries by the age of 3? None? Wrong answer because Your daughter has been to 7 different countries before she was even 2.

He wants her to know that she should never settle for less and that she deserves the entire world. When she does something wrong he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t even get angry. He’ll speak to her in a very gentle voice and tell her how and why her actions were wrong. After the talk he’ll give her a hug and tell her he loves her.

When he finally allows Enji to meet her he makes sure that his father speaks to her nicely and doesn’t scare her. The moment Enji does anything wrong in Shotos opinion he grabs his daughter and immediately leaves. He refuses to let Enji to traumatize or hurt his daughter in the same way he hurt him.

Your daughter is very kind a really smart, she’s a daddy’s girl 100%. He loves that your daughter trusts the both of you enough to open up and voice her feelings to you. He loves that she isn’t afraid of either of you. He loves that he broke the toxic cycle of the Todiroki family trauma and is an amazing father.

100/100. Great father.

Hi friends! I hope you enjoy these! Some were pretty rushed but that you for reading!

Requests are open and highly encouraged!

Not proofread

xo- winter 🪼🤍.

[pitchsidestories]

under pressure II Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

masterlist | word count: 1829

summary: reader takes it too far in training and must live with the consequences. But no one sees the pressure which is weighing down heavy on her young shoulders.

author's note: dear readers, the oneshot was inspired by this request here, enjoy. In this story Lucy Bronze didn't leave Barcelona. <3

Training had started two minutes ago.

You rushed onto the training pitch, throwing your school stuff down into the grass and quickly slipped into your football boots. You were silently praying to whoever would listen that you would get away with being late.

Right as you stood up and wanted to join the rest of the team, you heard your coachs’ voice from across the field: “That’s strike one, it better not get to strike three.“

You frowned at him. “I’m only two minutes late!”, you protested, frustrated because you had done everything possible to make it to FC Barcelonas trainings grounds in time.

“And she had school.“, Ona added quickly. She had stopped her warm-up to help you out.

You shot her a quick grateful look.

“She knows when training starts.“, Pere replied unusually cold.

You swallowed everything you wanted to say. That it wasn’t your fault. That your Spanish teacher hadn’t let you go at the ring of the bell and that you tried to make up for it by running all the way from the metro station.

You nodded slowly: “We can start now…“

“Good.“, Pere said, turning back towards the rest of the group.

You joined your teammates on the pitch, deliberately ignoring the quick look Ona and Lucy exchanged when they thought you didn’t see them.

You flinched when someones arm suddenly brushed against yours.

“You’re good? No trouble in school?”, Aitana asked you with concern in her voice.

“No, Tana, it’s fine…“, you replied, jogging beside her.

“I’m just asking. You know I can help.“

A small smile tugged on the corners of your mouth. Aitana was always the first to offer her help with school stuff and while you didn’t need it at the moment, her asking meant a lot to you.

“Girls!“, Peres voice called them to the centre of the pitch where he explained your first exercise.

Twenty minutes later, you had your first drinking break. While you sipped on your water, you sneaked a quick look at your phone and quickly replied to a message.

Just your luck, you were caught breaking the team rules once again.

“Y/n!”

You looked up into Peres disappointed face and sighed: “Sorry, it was important!”

“No phones on the training pitch, you know that. That’s strike two.“

“But…“

You had no chance to explain yourself.

“You know that.“, he repeated.

Your frustration reached a new height. In your opinion, you hadn’t done anything wrong. They were small trivial things that didn’t interrupt training, there was no reason to make such a big deal out of it. Especially not after the day you just had.

“Oh, for fucks sake! I know but I also told you that the message was important!”, you exploded.

You and Pere seemed both surprised by the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“Cursing too?”, he asked with a sigh.

You only blinked at him in shock.

“That was very Lucia of her. You can tell she’s living at her place!”, Mapi burst out laughing next to you. You had no idea what was happening around you.

The confusion you felt was reflected in Lucy’s face who turned around to look at the defender from Zaragoza. “Excuse me what?”

“She’s got a point. It sounds like you.”, Ingrid agreed smiling.

“True. They even share a similar glare.”, Keira of all people added in a teasing tone. The English midfielder lived with Lucy and you when you rose from La Masia to Barcelona’s A team. Then they broke up and found new partners, yet you could still sense the mutual respect between them, and both loved you fiercely like you were their younger sister.

“I don’t care where she has it from, you know we’re not cursing on the pitch.”, your coach intervened growling.

“Sorry, I didn’t..”, you apologized trying your hardest not to cry in front of the team. No one should see the invisible pressure which was weighing down heavy on your young shoulders.

“That’s your third strike. Pack your stuff and leave my training.”, Pere demanded, his voice dripping with disappointment.

“Shit.”, you thought to yourself. This day really couldn't have gone any worse. The pitiful glances of your teammates made it even more terrible.

“Now.”, your coach waved impatiently.

 “We’ll talk at home, kid, okay?”, Lucy gave you an encouraging pad on the shoulder.  

“’ ‘Kay.”, you muttered under your breath.

After you left the training pitch, there was a silence hanging over the team which Ona broke first. “She seemed under pressure, so be nice to her later, Luce.”

“What do you think I’m going to do? Yell at her?”, her girlfriend snorted in disbelief.

“No, we can do that together.”, the younger defender offered kindly.

“Don’t worry, Ona. I know what I’m doing.”, Lucy assured her partner.

“Could the couples get back to training again?”, Pere requested grudgingly.

“Sure.”, the English player nodded.

“He’s in a bad mood today, huh?”, Mapi asked her while they were doing an exercise together.

“Weirdly, he’s.”, Lucy responded but her thoughts circling more around you than your coach. She had to find out what exactly was bothering you so much that you were acting out in training which you never did before.

Once you arrived at home you laid down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, unmoving, Narla, the dog snuggling on top of you, an hour had passed when you heard the turn of the keys, realizing absentmindedly.

“Oh, hi, Luce.”

The West Highland Terrier immediately jumped off to greet the English woman. You could hear her and Ona talking in the hallway, the Spaniard apparently went to the kitchen to cook coffee for the three of you.

“Hey, kiddo. How are you?”, Lucy asked concerned as you made space on the sofa for her, so she could sit on it too.

“Was he still angry at me when you girls left?”, you returned the question. With a weak smile on your lips, you corrected the older player. “Also, Oni said you should stop calling me like that I’m going to be eighteen soon.”

“I don’t care what Ona says, I’ll stop calling you that when you’re taller than me.”, she shrugged.

You couldn’t help yourself, you snorted at her comment.

“Rude! I’m the same height since forever.“

Lucy grinned: “Bad luck, kiddo.“

Laughing, you pushed her with your shoulder: “You’re so annoying.“

“Now tell me what’s going on with you today.“

Lucys question wiped the smile off of your face, the heaviness returned to your chest in an instant.

There was nothing for a moment, just the ticking of the clock in the background.

“The teachers said I’m good enough for university…“, you finally heard yourself say.

“What?”, Lucy asked, mirroring your exact response when you were told earlier that day. Your brain had screamed at you to be happy about it, that your hard work had payed off and you might be able fulfil your wish of studying. But at the same time, you were filled with dread and worry about the future. There were so many thoughts at once, they were impossible to disentangle.

“But no one in my family studied before…“, you voiced one of your biggest concerns.

You were surprised to see Lucy looking back at you with a relaxed expression.

“Stop overthinking it. This is amazing and you will do great!”

“What? You think so?”

Lucy gave a single, impatient nod: “Yeah of course I think that. If I could do it, you can do it too.“

You let the warmth of Lucys words wash over you.

“Do you think they would be proud of me? My parents?”, you whispered into the silence.

Navigating life was hard enough and it had only gotten harder when you had lost your parents a few years ago. Graduating and going to university might be two other milestones in your life that you wouldn’t be able to share with them.

“I’m sure. At least we’re all proud of you.“, Lucy replied unusually soft.

Ona joined the two of you on the sofa and pulled you in for a hug: “That’s true. God, you’re so smart. Smarter than me at your age.“

“But you’re smart too, Oni.“, you smiled into the crook of her neck.

“Yes, but not book-smart like you.“

“Still.“

Once Ona let go of you, you could breathe a little easier.

“So tomorrow we’ll explain everything to Pere. But for now, Lucy, would you…?”, Ona said.

“Would I what?”

You blinked at her innocently, completing Onas question: “Start cooking?”

Laughing, Lucy ruffled your hair: “Yes, I’ll make your favourite food.“

“Thank you.“, you smiled.

“You’re welcome.“

A year has passed since you had the meaningful conversation with Lucy and Ona. Through the help of your teammates you did succeed, even graduating with honours.  This would open many doors for you which you were incredibly grateful for, you certainly didn't take higher education for granted.

To celebrate your big achievement the team prepared a little party in the cafeteria.

“Congrats.”, Pere gave you a warm handshake.

“Thank you.”, you smiled happily.

“You did it.”, Ingrid beamed at you.

 “We’re so proud of you.”, Fridolina added in awe.

 “Proud indeed. Well done, y/n.”, Alexia congratulated, pulling you into a hug so you couldn’t see her teary eyes. But you noticed them even though she tried to hide her emotional state from you.

“She’s all grown up now.”, Mapi commented delighted before she hugged the two of you who were still standing in the middle of the room. Once you released each other you could feel the heat in your cheeks from all the attention you received.

“She’s still a kiddo to me.”, Lucy threw in with a very pleased smirk on her face.

“Hey, you heard Mapi though.”, you protested.

“Pretty sure you’re still not taller than me, kiddo.”, she countered laughing.

“Does that mean you’re a kid too because you’re smaller than Irene and Alexia?”, you asked her in a teasing tone.

“That’s not what I said.”, the English defender replied.

“I’m just following your logic here.”, you told her. Apparently, Lucy didn’t find an adequate answer to your observation as she swept you off your feed and carried you on her shoulder.

“Shut up.”, she chuckled amused.

“Let me down!”, you urged the older woman giggling.  

“Forget it, kiddo.”, she shook her head.

“Ugh. Girls help me!”, you groaned.

“Lucia, put her down. No injuries today please.”, Pere ordered.

“You heard him.”, you whispered.

“Lucky for you.”, Lucy responded while your feet touched the ground again.  

“Time to celebrate.”, Ona smiled.

“It’s so sweet of you guys to have a party for me. I wouldn’t have done it without all of you.”, you noted deeply moved by the effort your teammates had put into it.

“You deserve it, enjoy.”, Alexia hummed.

“Thank you.”

You knew you could always count on them, and they could no matter what count on you.

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[adventuringblind]

He Must Be Lucky!

Max Verstappen x Reader

Genre: fluff and crack

Summary: Max gets wasted and can't remember that the reader is his wife. It's endearing how much he simps bith sober and drunk.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, a wild party (at least for Max), Max being down bad

Notes: This one is for @amajixi! I hope you like it! Does anybody wanna send me asks and talk about drivers with me? Give me your most feral thoughts because I'm genuinely curious... please >_< (I even turned my anonymous asks back on please just send me things).

Side note: my fics haven't been getting much traction as they usually do. Is it something on my end? Have y'all disappeared on me? I know I shouldn't care, but y'all are the only ones that validate my writing T_T

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Max has a track record of partying hard. It's who he is, and she lives him for it. There isn't any kind of gripe of hang-up, just Max having fun and doing dumb shit that makes her laugh.

Lando is throwing a - well - a party. There was an excuse for it in the invitation, but she's too buzzed to remember it.

The echoing sound of Max's laughter ricochets off the walls. Daniel is with him, probably getting them into more trouble, but she knows Daniel will look after him. At least until he's trashed and can't get off the floor.

Alex brings her another shot glass. She has no idea what's in it, but Alex is letting loose, and she'll be damned if she doesn't partake.

He raises the shot glass in a toast. "To whatever this party is!" He cheers. They clink their glasses together and down the shots. She gags at whatever was in it.

"The fuck was that, Alex?!" She sputters.

He gives her a blank look. Really thinking hard about what he gave her. "I've got no idea."

The hours seem to tick by. The people are slowly dissipating, leaving the safety of this weird little bubble they've created.

She's lightly buzzed still, having danced off the majority of the shots Alex had her doing. The couch is her new best friend, and Lando had brought her a blanket at some point in the last twenty minutes.

A weight on the other end of the sofa catches her attention. Max, with complete adoration in his blue eyes, is staring at her. "Wow," he slurs. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."

She laughs at his drunken thoughts. "You're not too bad looking yourself, babe."

The smile on his face is almost childish. It's big enough to almost fall off. His cheeks tinged a darker red with the blush adding to the alcohol flush.

"Go on a date with me? Please?" He tries to pout, but it ends up looking awkward mixed with the grin.

She flashes the ring at him. "Sorry, I'm spoken for." Alex and Lando are giggling from where they are watching this interaction unfold.

Max looks like a wounded puppy. Eye's glossing over like her might cry. "He must be such a lucky guy. You're just so perfect!"

"Awe, love, you wanna know a secret?" She leans in to whisper into Max's ear. "You married me."

If Max could hand you the world on a silver platter, he might have tried in this moment. The Dutch is vibrating in pure, unadulterated joy. Like a child who just got the ice-cream they were so desperately craving.

"Holy shit! I'm the lucky guy!"

Max smothers himself against your body. Eventually falling asleep, mumbling about how she's so amazing, and how he loves her so much. It's endearing to here his drunk affections laid bare for everyone to see.

It's the lullaby that calms her to a restful state. Fingers tangling with the softness of his hair. "You're not the only one who's lucky. I guess I'm pretty lucky, too."

[radfemsiren]

Remembering my Afghani American best friend from my islamic elementary and middle school whose dad would get drunk every night and beat the shit out of her mother. She begged and begged for sleepovers because strangers in the house would make him leave, and I never told my parents about the situation (I lied and said she had no father or brothers) because I loved spending time at her house and staying up the whole night doing all the things we weren’t allowed to do that was “haram”… watching rated r movies, playing horror computer games, dancing to music videos on YouTube, cat walking in heels and makeup, scaring ourselves with creepypastas.

I remember we had a million stupid ass discussions about who the purple guy from five nights at Freddies was, or what a slenderman proxy meant, or if there were illuminati signs in Katy Perry music videos, or if emo drawings of Jeff the killer were hot. We’d whisper fight if Beyoncé or Lana del Rey was a better singer, or if teen wolf or maze runner had cuter boys. She was team Beyoncé and teen wolf.

We had to constantly be separated in school for talking, and we hated the creepy janitor and would throw wads of wet paper towel on the bathroom ceiling for him to clean up later. We got into so much trouble together, and would always smirk at each other in detention when we got yelled at. We’d shoplift lipsticks from the mall, and throw away expensive Quran transliterations from school, and sneak into the teachers break room and steal handfuls of ice and throw them on the imam/principal’s desk when he was gone to ruin his paperwork.

I moved away like I always had to do with my constantly migrating family and we lost touch. The last time I saw her in person was when we were still kids at her brothers wedding. I was laughing while I tried to ask her why the bride kept changing into different brightly colored dresses throughout the night. She wasn’t listening, and she burst into tears and cried about how her brother was just like her father and did every horrible thing he did. I held her and squeezed her so tight I thought her bones would break.

I recently tried to reconnect with her again but she’s already married, pregnant, and has abandoned social media and texting because it’s “haram.” Trying to talk to her was like speaking to a stranger… she had no interest in any of the things we would spend hours playing with before. “Islam is important to me now, I’m a new woman. We were messed up kids, it’s time to grow up.” She told me to never contact her again and hung up the phone.

Sometimes I feel like I failed her, and sometimes I understand that I was a girl trying to survive too.

One day I’ll save money to travel back there and talk to her in person. I’ll snap her out of it. We’ll spend all night up together again doing every terrible thing our teachers and parents and religious leaders warned us against, and laughing the whole way through it. We’ll get kicked out of bars and get into trouble and snicker our way through it all, knowing we’ve already won. I still have her dirty, worn, my littlest pet shop horse she gave me when we first met. I hold it in my hands when I see news of the what’s happening to the women of Afghanistan, and I feel like I’ve failed her again. That I’ll forever be stuck an immature child and her a miserable adult, both of us doomed, unable to be saved from our fates in the end.

[smallestapplin]

I love you so much, can I request hc’s of g1 Rumble and Frenzy being smitten for the same minibot, maybe have reader be one of Blaster’s cassettes too (like the protective dad he is even tho all his ‘kids’ are grown) thank you

:0!! My first Rumble and Frenzy request! Ohh I hope this is good! (Totally didn’t make myself simp.)

Nearly 2,000 words, I may have gotten lost in the sauce

Reader is gn!

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* Truthfully they are easy and they refuse to admit that to anyone! You were just another one of Blaster’s annoyances, and they were ready to wipe the floor with you until they…didn’t, they failed miserably despite out numbering you, and you clapped back at them, mocking and taunting them into attacking so easily. They hated it, hated it so much as they ended up in a pile, Rumble tossed upon Frenzy and the two laying there groaning.

“You know, you two are cute when you’re not running your intakes.” It was nothing more than a backhanded compliment, so why did your annoying chuckle make their sparks thrum?

* and you do it every time too, a sweet chuckle here, maybe a condescending coo at them there, you even kissed their cheeks after throwing them through trees! They are moving up in the world.

* Rumble is the first to even admit it, he likes you he likes you a lot. You’re calm when fighting but your sass makes him swoon. Even he will admit when you throw insults at Skywarp he’s laughing the loudest and piling on them, which usually gives you a chance to escape the situation. Also the first to (accidentally) defend you when any other con insults you.

 

    “Ay’ you watch yer intake, dweeb! Just cause ya got yer aft beat by a bot less than your size is a skill issue on your part!”

* somehow it completely goes over majority of the cons helms what he really meant by that, thinking it was more out of minimech solidarity. But no, Rumble is smitten, so much so he can barely even fight with you, he throws ever match he has with you because the second your servos are on him he’s blushing and melting, even when you throw him into a cliff side he’s still love struck.

* He tries though! He wants to make it look believable, he wants to look cool for you and strong that he can’t be pushed around, and oh wow you’re glaring at him fiercely wow you’re really handsome and pretty-oh and there he goes, right into the ground.

* Rumble is a mess, he thinks he looks so cool when he yells out “Looking for trouble? Well look no further, cause here comes Rumble!” And is decked in an instant.

* He tries a few pick up lines when your fists cross paths, but he stumbles over his words and mixes up the order of them, but at least it gets a laugh out of you, so that’s a win for him!

* Frenzy is the exact opposite, when your fist collides with his face busting his dermas and his nose, he’s looking back at you with a wild gleam from his visor, and a dangerous sounding scratch from rewinding his tape, and in a flash he’s on you. He wants you to beat him, he wants you to fight him, he wants both of you to prove yourselves here and now! It’s only once you finally pin him, straddled on top of him, both of you ex-venting harshly and covered in spilt energon, does he pause for a moment, wondering if this is what those humans meant by angels as you look divine above him.

* “C’mon, you can hit harder than ‘dat! Yeah, yeah that’s it, give me all you got, doll!”

* Once he realizes his spark is thrumming loudly, he will ruin it by wriggling his servos free just to grab your hips with a smug smirk.

    

  “Lookin’ good like this, you ain’t too bad for an autonoob.”

You swear he is drooling, but you weren’t sticking around to find out.

* The two minicons make it their mission to find you in every battle, both just needing to see you! But it makes it easier to clock their little crush on you, the first to notice is Eject, he saw you off in the distance across the battlefield with Frenzy on your tail and Rumble ready to jump you from your blind spot, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. Once close enough he could hear them.

“What happened to all ‘dat fire you had? Ya know, yer’ kinda cute like ‘dis.”

“Frag off, let me go!”

“Easy, we ain’t gonna hurt ya’.”

Their tones were soft, bordering gentle for them, playful, as if talking to someone close and not the enemy, and oh Eject was NOT going to let that fly!

* Once you were freed from being pinned, Eject did not hesitate reporting back to Blaster, the larger mech already treating his cassettes as if his own sparklings despite working under him, the moment he heard of Eject’s findings he was already picking you up and making sure you were safe, even going as far as to take you to the medbay to ensure no trackers or anything was planted on you.

* When you got the clear, Blaster informed your brothers you were to never be alone with those menaces, they clearly took fighting a different way than intended and he was not risking anyone’s spark and safety because of them.

*

Frenzy and Rumble rant to each other about it too, “it’s always some loser comin’ in and keepin’ ‘em from us!” 

“Ta the scrap yard with ‘em! Those bozos keepin’ our sweetspark on a tighter leash just aint fair.”

* everytime they get close to you, Ramhorn plows right into them, or Steeljaw jumps in front of you, hissing wildly and taking bites out of them. But Rumble and Frenzy would much rather those two than Rewind and Eject, once those two get in the way it goes from a basic fight to an all out brawl as your fellow minibots are just as protective over you as Blaster is, and they make it known quickly the two minicons aren’t welcomed near you. It's the worst the two cons have ever ended up injured, but even as Soundwave frets over them, they look more determined than ever to win your spark.

* Even if you are on the enemy side, there is just a pull they feel for you, something about you just keeps dragging them to you, they can’t seem to let go of these festering feelings for you. It becomes clear something is up with them with how bad they are at hiding stuff, but Soundwave doesn’t have time to question them yet.

* It’s the same song and dance, until after one battle a prisoner is brought back to the Decepticon base, you. Seeing you being dangled by your pede, held up but a laughing Starscream nearly makes them rage, but they can’t, for once they feel stuck as they watch you thrash and spew curses at the laughing seeker.

* In that moment you were a prisoner, a bargaining chip to be used against the autobots. Tossed into a holding cell until Megatron was finished with his debriefing with Soundwave and Shockwave. With one look to each other, they knew what they needed to do.

“Great, it’s you two. Visiting hours are over.” You groan out, trying to remain strong as you narrowed your optics at them.

Rumble stands by the door frame leading outside, peering around the corner to make sure the coast was clear just before closing the door. You watch, expression slowly growing more confused as Frenzy opens your cell door and the two minicons rush to your side. You squeak as Frenzy manhandles you forward, showing more of your back and exposing your cuffed servos to Rumble.

“H-hey, what are you doing?”

“Hush,” Frenzy starts, “we’re gettin’ you outta here.”

You blink behind your visor, staring dumbly at the red and black minicon.

“You’re…helping me?”

“Well, tryin’, stupid slaggin’ stasis cuffs always a pain and for what?” Rumble grumbles under his breath.

You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves you, enjoying his suffering just a little, until all three of you perked up at the sound of the cuffs unlocking and dropping to the floor below. Frenzy lets go of you, no longer needing to balance you, but offers a servo to help you up, which you hesitate in taking, but do so anywhere.

“Why are you two helping me?”

Rumble chokes on nothing, swifty looking away from you even if his cheeks flush a dark blue.

“A-ain’t fer nothin’! Don’t even worry about it, yer thinkin’ too hard about it.”

“Yeah, what this dork said. But stop talkin’ and start movin’ sweetspark!” Frenzy grabs your arm and yanks you along, making you stumble behind him with Rumble trailing right after you.

“Hey, hey! Easy with ‘em.”

“Either ‘dat or we stick around and get caught.”

You can’t fathom why they are helping you escape, you don’t understand what benefit this would give them when one slip up could lead to them getting in trouble, but you are grateful even if you are a little suspicious of them.

You reach blindly behind you, grabbing Rumble’s servo, and pull your arm back to hold Frenzy’s sero, giving both of them a gentle squeeze in a silent ‘thank you.’

Not even seeing the deep blush on Frenzy’s face plate as he scowls, or the fanning motion Rumble gives himself as his internal fans kick on and his frame slowly becomes covered in coolant out of nerves.

You feel bad for leaving when you three finally make it to the edge of the con base, where you can see Autobots slowly coming closer. Your commlink ringing to life as Blaster has been trying to comm you for ages now, but thanks to the cons base you never got them.

Looking back at the two minicons who are ushering you to go before it’s too late, you offer them a soft smile.

“Thank you both, I really owe you one after this.”

“Howzabout a date then?” Frenzy purrs, laughs at the shocked look on your (and Rumbles) face plate.

“A-a date?”

“Don’t listen to him! You ain’t gotta, Frenz here is just a-“

“What am I, huh? Go on, spit it out, you coward!”

The two begin to argue, getting in each other’s faces with so many swears you didn’t think half of them existed until then, but you can’t help but laugh, they are so oddly cute? So pathetic but it’s endearing? Your laugh catches them off guard, making them stop in their fighting.

“Ya know, maybe I will accept that date, if you can beat me next time we fight, that is.”

You’re rushing off and answering your comm before they can answer, leaving them dumbstruck and intakes agap. Slowly they look at each other before holding servos and shierking that it actually worked???? Hello???? Oh my primus they have made it in life????

* Blaster sobs that you’re alive and okay the second you answer your commlink, and the moment you are in his sights the larger bot is over you, picking you up with great care while your brothers pop up from his chassis and each of them checking on you.

* You’re fine, more than fine! But maybe you shouldn’t tell them that, you don’t think they’d be very pleased to hear you’ve fallen in love with the enemy, two of them in fact, and both the minicons to your boss’s rival.

*  But you can dream, can’t you? Your spark thrums when you see the two next, it’s hard not to when they look so excited at the sight of you. You have to bite back a chuckle watching them fight each other or trip over themselves to get to you first.

* These simps will do anything and everything for your attention, dont test that.

[daenysx]

Gentle Sirius x virgin reader who’s never told anyone she hasn’t done it before and tells Sirius right when they’re about to do the deed and Sirius is really nice about it and helps her ease into it? (Also maybe a moment when she’s uncomfortable with the pain when he enters? I usually see fics like this written a bit unrealistically with no initial pain or discomfort and I’m like “how?!😭”)

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡ requests are open!!

sirius black x fem!reader, nsfw

insatiable, little trouble

sirius loves the way you pull his hair.

your fingers are so gentle but also cruel, the feeling on his scalp makes his blood rush and he kisses you harder. you suck his bottom lip, his tongue brushes yours, and you pull yourself to lie back on bed.

sirius laughs at your poor attempts to catch your breath. "sorry, lovely. was it too much?"

you shake your head, smiling. "you're not really sorry."

"no, i'm not." he whispers on your cheek. "i love seeing you on my bed."

you clench your legs slightly, hearing sirius's voice so close to your ear does something to you. you press a kiss on his skin, his hair still between your fingers. he kisses your cheek and your jawline, he moves his lips on you until you get ticklish from the insistent kisses on your neck.

sirius is breathless this time. "yeah, maybe we should take a break, i'm not strong enough to continue." he laughs and stays still on you. he tries to make you smile, and you do, but it's a different smile than your usual ones.

"what?" he asks quietly. he brushes one last kiss on your cheekbone before he quirks an eyebrow at you. "tell me what you think, lovely."

your fingers are drawing circles on his neck, and you try to combine the words in your mind before you say them. it's so obvious in your actions, so clear that you want him. he'll make you say it though, you know that. sirius will always expect you to say what you want even though he understands, because he wants that comfort of words between you two.

"i was thinking- maybe we should continue, siri." you say.

"of course we can, baby." he says back. "what would you like to do?"

his voice is so gentle and sweet, you know he's not teasing. this is a first in your relationship and you feel ready enough to live this with him. he makes you feel brave, like you can get anything you want. he rubs your arm to make you focus on your thoughts, he's patient enough for both of you.

"do you want to have sex with me?" you ask, and it sounds ridiculous because he's literally hard against your leg right now.

"this is- no, i'm not kidding, the best question i've ever heard, and my answer is yes." he says, he is smiling. "but i want what you want. if you want, then yes. if you don't, then no."

"no, i just- i want you. i want to be closer, i want us to have this, but-"

"huh? what's the but, sweetheart?"

"i've never had sex before." you say, you know he will never ever tease you. "i guess i don't really know what to expect."

sirius kisses your upper lip. "it's okay not to know, we can discover what you like together."

"but i want to know what you like." you say, your eyes almost close with the contentment of sharing this with him.

"of course you can, we can just- learn it together, yeah? we've got lots of time, we don't have to rush."

"can we start now? it feels good, siri." you say, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"okay." he gets serious. "let's get rid of our clothes, and then i can get my pretty girl ready for me."

you are quick to take your shirt off, he helps you with your pants. he kisses your thighs and knees, throws his own shirt on the floor. he gets up for one moment to take his pants off, and then he's on your body, your naked skins touching each other.

sirius kisses your collarbones, your neck, and the soft curve of your breasts. you lift yourself to help him take your bra off. he seems happy to see you bare and you don't feel shy with him. he takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks it with closed eyes.

your fingers find their way back to his hair. he moves to your other nipple, kissing it first and then taking it in his hot mouth. you arch your back, he uses his other hand to squeeze your boob gently. he stands straight, fingers on your panties.

"can i take this off, lovely girl?" he asks, and you nod, lifting your hips to help him.

he kisses your belly and your panties join the other discarded clothes. his hands part your thighs, he brushes his lips on your cunt and you shiver. you squirm under his hands, and he looks at you. "oh, baby. i just gotta get you nice and wet for me, yeah?" he asks, and you nod. "can you tell me what you like?"

"maybe- maybe with your fingers- i can never reach too far myself but i like it when i'm touched a bit lower than that."

sirius nods, brings his fingers to your face to cup your cheek first. "you wanna get my fingers wet, darling? yeah? open your mouth for me."

you take two of his fingers in your mouth and suck slightly. he doesn't waste any time, but he tries anything to get you more in the mood. he presses a little on your tongue until he sees your throat clenching and then pulls his fingers back.

there's a wetness that started pooling down your cunt since his first kiss. he uses his fingers well, opens you up, and touches you softly. it's his middle finger first, just to make you get ready for the rest. he puts it inside slowly, you try to close your legs but he keeps them open with his other hand. he moves his finger a little, it's obvious on your face that you like what he's doing.

"another finger? i think we're doing a good job so far." he says, his voice slowly turns into his usual teasing.

he adds another finger and moves both of his fingers according to a pace that makes you stretch. the wetness is incredible, sirius touches the places you can never reach by yourself. you arch your back, the overwhelming hope of an orgasm makes you dizzy.

"you're doing so well for me, i knew you'd be my good girl." he says, following every reaction he can get from you.

you blush, smile with your eyes closed. your hips move involuntarily when he starts rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. you aren't surprised how quickly he found it, it's begging for attention under his fingers.

"you like it so much, don't you, baby? soaking my fingers when i call you my good girl, pulling me inside like that." he says, the pressure on your clit increases. "you're gonna ruin me."

you moan his name loudly when he presses his fingers there, the soft spot you've only managed to find once, that makes your legs shake. "here? okay, baby." he keeps rubbing there with long fingers. "can you tell me when you're close?"

you nod, closing your eyes when it gets impossible to resist. you move your hips against his hand, he's playing with you and he's perfect at doing it. "siri, can i come? so close- if you keep doing that."

sirius listens, bites his lip as he focuses. "you can come, baby. whenever you want."

you nod again, holding onto his free hand, and waiting for the bubble to snap. you can actually feel your muscles relax, your brain closes off, every thought that keeps you awake disappears. you can see his tattooed fingers moving between your legs and that does it.

you think it maybe lasts for a few minutes to come down from your high. you know it's because how much you trust sirius and how comfortable he makes you feel that he managed to make you come. it's not only physical, it's more. you can feel he's rubbing your thigh, he's kissing your knees. he pulls his hand when he thinks you're ready.

when you open your eyes and look at him, he's already watching you. "that was- wow." you manage to say.

sirius is undeniably proud and happy. "i was thinking the same thing, my angel. would you like to do that on my cock?"

you nod, hungry for more. his dirty words can get you anywhere, you like it so much when they come out of his mouth and directed at you. he gets rid of his boxers, his cock twitches against his belly.

"can i touch you?" you ask, finally get back at the world and sitting on bed.

"sure, my love. do you want me to show you how?"

"yes, please."

"fuck, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to eat you up with how sweet you're being. give me your hand."

you smile, give him your hand, and let him bring it to his cock. he curves your fingers to wrap them around himself, he is thicker than you expected, and lovely, you think. he pushes his hips against your hand just like you were doing before and you can feel him throbbing under your fingers.

"you know, siri, i'd hate to be weird." you begin, try to tease him like he does you. "but i just wanna kiss it silly right now."

sirius throws his head back and laughs loudly. "no worries, that was my first thought when i saw your sweet cunt."

your smile never fades with him, you bring your thumb to the tip of his cock and he holds your hand. "okay, pretty, i think that's enough now."

"why?" you ask, a little sad.

"i wanna be inside your cunt when i come, and i won't last if you keep touching me like that."

"mm-hmm, okay." you say. "should i just lay back?"

"you can stay anyway you like. you can be on top if you'll feel more comfy."

"i'm not sure if my legs are strong enough."

sirius kisses the back of your hand, giving you a beautiful smile. "i can be on top of you. hold onto me and remember to talk to me all the time, yeah?"

you lay back, the pillow is soft under your head. "i'll remember."

"good girl." he says, holding your thighs and angling your body. "that's what you are, my love, you are being so good for me."

he moves on his knees and you shiver slightly when the tip of his cock touches your cunt. you are still wet from early, and stretched. "i just need you to relax." he says. "the more you're relaxed the easier we'll do it."

"i'm relaxed." you say. "promise, i'm ready."

he nods, moving a little more to get closer. he uses his fingers to lead himself inside, he pushes in slowly. you move unconsciously, you are wet but it's more than his fingers and it's unusual for you.

he pushes a little more and you make a sound. sirius is cautious, he pulls back immediately. "did i hurt you? are you okay?"

you try for a smile. "no, it's just- a little uncomfortable right now."

"do you want to continue? we can stop."

"no, i don't want to stop, please." you say. "i can take it, siri, i want you."

sirius rubs your thigh. "i think it's normal, feeling uncomfortable at first. we'll go really slow, baby."

"okay." you say. "can you kiss me?"

he leans in a little more, kissing your lips. you hold onto his shoulders and he deepens the kiss, his hand rubbing your thigh to help you relax. he tries to be inside you again, really slow and careful.

you draw little circles on his shoulders with the tip of your fingers, trying to distract yourself from sudden pain. it's not too much, but you think the feeling is still weird. sirius kisses your chin, his hips moving towards yours to let you have all of him.

"are you okay, lovely thing?" he murmurs. "you're doing perfect for me, taking all of it."

he moves himself with a different angle and your legs shake. "sirius." you whimper. "right there."

he hits the same spot again. "yeah? it should be better now, sweetheart."

you try to lift yourself against him, just to feel his cock pressing there again. "it's better." you say. "it's-oh, it's perfect, siri."

he starts moving according to a certain pace now, hitting your sweet spot. you are stretched around him, still wet and getting wetter, the weird feeling is still there but you can definitely ignore it thanks to the pleasure you get.

"gonna take care of you so well." sirius says, kissing your neck. "make you feel so good."

you are a mess under him, and you love it. "yes, yes, please." you whimper his name. "oh, sirius!"

"fuck." he says, moving a little bit faster. "gonna come for me, pretty girl? gonna make a mess for me? i can feel it- you're almost there."

you nod, taking all of him inside you. it's a good feeling, being this close to him. sirius fills your senses so well, you never want to leave him. this is gonna be a new addiction and you can't help but thinking all the new things you can try with him, the thought of giving him the same kind of pleasure he gives you now makes you arch your back.

"i'm- so close, siri." you say, breathless.

"me too, baby." he says, sucking a spot on your collarbone. "now, be a good girl and come around me."

you are shaking under him as he starts rubbing your clit. the orgasm takes you, it's intense and everything you ever wanted with sirius. he holds you, you close your eyes. he kisses your shoulder, your neck. he keeps moving slowly to help you ride out your orgasm and you pull his hair slightly as you come down from your high.

you hold onto his hair a little harder to get his face closer to yours, and you kiss the skin under his ear. "come inside me." you say. "please, i want it."

sirius obeys, and it only takes one last movement for him to lose himself. he puts his head on your chest as he comes, sucking your nipple unconciously. he whispers your name, and he's sure he almost drifts off. it's a strong urge but you keep him with you, you stroke his hair and wrap your arms around him.

after he calms down, sirius lifts himself on bed to look at you properly. you smile at him, he thinks you look gorgeous. "did you like it?" he asks, giving you a smile back.

"did i like it?" you quirk an eyebrow. "i thought it was obvious, siri."

"say it again for me, love." he can beg you.

"i loved it so much." you say, reaching his face to cup his cheek. "i want to do it again."

sirius laughs. "are you gonna be an insatiable, little trouble for me? is that it?"

"you just created a monster."

he kisses your hand. "oh, yeah. my little monster, i want you close to me all the fucking time."

he gets clingier after sex, you realize. he keeps touching you more than usual and checks on your body. "are you hurting anywhere?" he asks.

you shake your head. "no, it was unusual at first but- i really liked it. didn't hurt too much, i'll be fine."

he nods, leans in to give you a kiss.

"can we have shower?" you ask.

"nope, i'm gonna fill the tub for my baby." he replies. "we should make sure you're comfortable and not hurting, i don't wanna rush cleaning you up."

you kiss him thank you. he kisses you on your forehead after that, he knows you'll probably be sore later. still, he's gonna make sure you're fine, he loves taking care of you. you kiss him until he has to leave to fill the tub, and he carries you to the bathroom. the rest of the evening is spent with sirius spoiling you, never letting you leave the blankets on the couch and filling your stomach with hot chocolate.

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The Scouts as Your College Boyfriends [Headcanon]

CHARACTERS: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Erwin and Levi x gn!Reader (slighty spicy at the end)

If you like to see others, please tell me. I'll try this concept again for Levi, and maybe Eren/Jean too. I apologize for some scenarios being bigger than others. I'm Brazilian so I don't know how college works in other places, so don't mind if sounds different to you. English is not my first language.

˗ˏˋ EREN YEAGER ˎˊ˗

He seeks justice in all his lifetimes. So, I see him enrolling in law to be a prosecutor. He wants to get justice for victims. However, he may switch to criminal defense as he learns more about the system and life.

Besides law, he's also interested in social studies so he may change his course for that. I can also see him wanting a political job, especially after high school. He aspired to make the world a better place. But, as he gets older, he becomes more skeptical about that.

Studies aside, he is such a cool guy to hang out with. He goes to some parties but never lets his studies aside. On the contrary of his high school years, as a college student, he is dedicated enough to get very good grades, though he barely studies, what an icon.

He meets you after he picks a fight with your ex. You just ended things with him and is trying to avoid him around campus. But, you would eventually have to go through his class corridor one day.

And of course, he is there when you do. The guy wants to talk to you so badly and paint himself as innocent, but Eren won't let that happen, as he already has enough of him, because of his problematic commentaries during class.

Eren, wanting no trouble with his professor, stays calm and ignores your ex during class. But, now, as he sees your ex trying to force you to speak with him, Eren finds a chance to finally get back to him.

He calls him off right there, in the middle of the corridor, in a humiliating but smart way. Eren also offers to escort you away from him. You, always the revengeful (rightly so), accept his companion.

So Eren throws his arms around your shoulders and looks behind him to shoot that look (yk the one) towards the guy. And so your love story begins.

Congrats, you got the hottest guy in college. That comes with ups and downs, but mainly ups. Eren is absolutely devoted to his partner, you. In theory, there's nothing you should be afraid of.

He'll do anything for you and will protect you from everything that can harm you. If you have a problem with a member of your group project, ask him to resolve it, and he'll be happy to oblige.

The downside of being with Eren is that he gets girls and boys enamored with him all the time. But he pays them no mind.

Eren would never look to anyone other than you, so he gets annoyed when someone tries to hit on him, and probably has a good comeback to it. Though he understands if you get jealous, and will take you immediately to the bathroom to prove you wrong.

Expect to hang out a lot with Mikasa and Armin, as Eren asks you to go with him on most of their outings. Their hangouts are mostly calm. The trio enjoys exploring towns and new places. Therefore, you should be prepared to always check on new locations and have different experiences with them.

You'll always have a place in Mikasa and Armin's hearts, and it makes Eren even more in love with you when he sees how much you guys get along.

Lastly, expect him to be in your dorm a lot. He loves to cuddle with you at night, and you can't say no to his cute sleepy face, desiring you to untie his hair and play with it. And it's even harder to say no to his sexy morning voice.

It sends shivers down your spine every time he wakes you up, asking you to stay for some minutes and skip the first period of classes. How can you say no to him when you know that in his arms you'll have the time of your life?

˗ˏˋ ARMIN ARLET ˎˊ˗

Many people link him to marine biology because of his interest in the ocean, which I agree with, but comes from a different perspective. I see him being more into the concept of traveling and discovering new things than anything.

I imagine him wanting a job that lets him stay put but also change settings from time to time. Biology and marine biology are great for that if you desire to study, protect, and care for wild flora or fauna.

Also, he sounds to me like a guy who enjoys brain challenges, so a scientific field is something that would keep him engaged. He will pursue education further than most people would, as he enjoys learning new things and overall the academic field.

But, this also means that he's a big nerd. He does hang out with his friends, but he prefers to stay indoors, so he is more likely to attend these types of reunions.

Mikasa and Eren are his best friends. He also has other companions, so he's not the lonely type of nerd. He's just a smart, yet introverted guy.

He's such a booklover, so it makes sense for him to get a part-time job at his university's library. Armin quickly learns about how everything works and it's the best at the job they ever had. So if you need any help finding something, go after him.

That's how you met him. You like the library for its silence and academic atmosphere that keep you focused on your studies. Armin's shifts are when you're also free to study, so you always see him when you go there, and quickly get a crush on the blondie.

He is such a cute and polite guy. Armin always greets you when you arrive and get a book, but you're kinda insecure that he is just being polite, seeing how he also treats other students.

But one day, you find yourself needing a helping hand to find your books. So you take it as a chance to talk to Armin. Though he seems rather busy, surrounded by two students you think you've seen before.

Going back to the shelves, you find yourself looking for this specific book for quite some time, that is until you feel him behind you. In Armin's hands lays the exact book that you need. Before handing it to you, he says that he needs to doublecheck it quickly, and goes to the direction his friends were.

When he hands the book to you, you find a cute post-it on the first page. It has a motivational phrase, a drawn smiley face, and a number. You can thank Mikasa and Eren later for the push they did on Armin, cause that's how you meet your boyfriend.

Armin is such a sweetheart. He always checks up on you: if you have studied for your tests if you've done your assignments on time, if you have rested after so many classes...

This is his way of taking care of you, in the middle of his own busy student life. Also, you don't need calendars anymore, baby boy remembers everything you say to him.

He takes you to study dates, where you'll spend half an hour studying, half an hour making out, then repeat. He settles his dorm with warm lights and will help you if you ask, somehow he can understand your lessons even better than you at first read.

If you're in the artistic field or an overall very different field for him, the relationship becomes such a learning experience for him. He enjoys sitting down at night with you, while you show him your project that you just ended. He looks at you with those big blue eyes.

He is so tender and shows so much admiration that takes your breath away, and you need to recollect yourself to go back to your work. Then, he will proudly take you to bed. He'll show you how much he enjoys your work. To relax you after your hard work, a great oil massage and some sexy times will follow.

˗ˏˋ JEAN KIRSCHTEIN ˎˊ˗

Jean is most of us out of high school: lost. So it is not a surprise that he chooses business or managing courses, - very common and vast fields to study on. He doesn't know where he wants to work yet.

All he knows is that he enjoys the frat lifestyle shown in movies. Ironically, at the same time, he wants a romance of books and he needs a job.

So as time passes, he finds himself enjoying HR, which he plans his career around and pushes his studies further. For me, Jean is a great leader and cares a lot for others, so HR is perfect for him. Plus he looks amazing in a suit/working outfit (mine and his words).

Like I said, he first wanted to experience the frat life. During his first semester, all he does is party, even more than Connie and Sasha together.

It's funny because all he wants is love and to have some fun, but he is too young and was created in a world that directed him to pursue a fuckboy life.

The reality is that he is anything but a fuckboy, he cannot even go to bed with someone without catching feelings. After some time, he can't sustain this lifestyle. With so many rejections and bad grades, he desires to change. He wishes to be a person he can be proud of.

That is how he finds himself pursuing mentoring classes. It may be for his own subjects, calculus, or for his writing, whatever you feel like you'd teach him in this scenario.

At first, you thought it was a prank... One of the top fuckboys of your college is wanting your help?

In the first classes, you have to reprehend him on some of his attitudes, but he always listens to what you say. The way you treat him so well makes him fall for you, no one had such patience with him before. So, he starts to do everything and anything to entice you.

Expect flowers on your doorstep. Chocolates will somehow slip into your bag when you aren't looking. And when opening the books you use with him, you'll find post-its with corny pick-up lines. It's obvious he wants you.

You confront him one day and tell him to spend his dedication on studies instead of trying to get into your pants. Jean was being truthful, but at first, you don't believe he'd change like that.

He promises you that he is changing into a better version of himself, and asks you to go out with him if he gets a full score in all his subjects. That seemed so impossible that you accepted the deal.

Jean took it as a challenge, and soon enough, you found yourself on a park date with him. After he spent so many nights studying to get good grades, he deserves some fun right? He even got an internship! And so more dates follow.

As a lover, this man is your devote, and you're his god/dess. He never hangs out without you, I mean never, so you bet you're gonna be friends with his friends too. He goes to fewer parties once he starts dating you.

Jean now prefers more intimate hangouts with you and his friends. He loves movie dates, because it's a win-win for him, as he can get some fun far from campus and keep his hands all around you with no one looking funny at him.

He is very touchy, so expect him to want proximity with you and be very clingy, but he does the most adorable pout when you deny him that you can't resist. Also, being so close to you allows him to lower his head and whisper nasty things in your ear. Meanwhile, his hands "innocently" roam your body.

The asshole knows what he is doing. But don't worry, handling all the teasing is worth it once you get alone in a secluded place and he kneels before you, to treat you good this time.

˗ˏˋ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ˗

I'm not quite sure about his major per se, partially because I think he would not be that enthusiastic about it either. But s4 Connie gives me engineering vibes, especially electrical engineering.

That being said, his main interest is sports and frat life. He's an active and extroverted guy who likes to have fun as much as he can and may go parting sometimes.

He hangs out with Sasha and Jean the most, and sometimes with the other 104th too, making a big and messy group. But I assure you, he is the funniest and most unhinged one, never letting the hangouts get boring. Connie is the life of the group together with his best friend Sasha.

Eventually, he gets a part-time job, and becomes such a hard worker! This is great since he's able to learn to be more responsible and serious when needed.

He meets you at a party. You're in a corner, using your phone. You don't care for the party, but it was your friend's birthday. So, you had to be there.

This little guy didn't even know your friend, but he needed to get his mind off work and his upcoming tests. Eventually, Connie found you by yourself and decided to interact. Connie is not the type to let someone be uncomfortable around, he wants everyone to have a good time.

So he goes after you and stays because you picked his interests, and you both have the time of your life, dancing and laughing from his attics. When it gets too late, he takes you to your home and you offer your phone number in exchange to catch up, and so it begins...

Dating him is never boring. Baby likes to make you laugh, and says that it is the cutest motivation for him to wake up in the morning. He'll get out of his class a bit early to wait outside of your class, he tells you he was bored, and it's true, but he mainly missed you.

He messages you during your classes, sending memes and photos of his friends making funny faces at his teacher, but somehow he never gets caught.

Connie goes to parties with you to show you off to his friends. No one (especially Jean) believes that he got you initially, but after some time with you, they see how much compatible you two are.

If you're tired or not in the mood for going out, he sits with you in the car, blasting nostalgic and cheerful loud music, as you go around campus. Expect lots of sonography while you're walking around.

When you're in his or your dorm, he likes to tell you all about his day, while you guys cook or do some chores together. If you're cooking, expect many food fights ending with cute flour kisses and apologies from him. Connie is not a fan of chores (unlike Levi) but he enjoys spending time with you, so that's a bonus.

Also, please, remind him to study for his exams! He gets forgetful about this kinda of stuff and may get lower grades because of it, or procrastinate if he finds it boring. However, do not study with him, he will not let you, and you'll get lower grades but it may be worth it for the laughs and the flirting.

Look out, or he'll take you to the bedroom as soon as he starts to check you out so focused, so sexy for him. And I'll have to tell you; after he treats you so well, you will not want to do anything other than be lost in him.

˗ˏˋ ERWIN SMITH ˎˊ˗

Of all of them, he's the most obvious to me. First of all, he desires to get multiple degrees during his life, as a curious and cultured guy. So depending on your age difference, you may meet him during his first, second, or even third degree. He thinks about being a professor too, like his dad, but being more of an activist too.

Erwin definitely gets some work inside the university, either as a mentor or helping the faculty. Therefore, he is spending most of his time there. That's how he knows almost everyone around college, or at least most faculty members and talented students.

He is commonly seen with his friends: Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, and Mike, doing plans for hangouts with them. They can range from a simple movie night to an elaborate weekend in a cabin in the mountains.

Usually, the fun hangouts, like parks and trials are planned by Hanji. The active ones are chosen by Mike or Nanaba, such as going out to bars or playing sports. And Levi says that he never wants to go, but he is there anyway. They walk around college together alluring this "veteran" aura, very cool.

For one semester, you'll see him with your favorite professor, Mr. Smith, who you need to talk with. Erwin just stands there, looking so classy and smart that you're intimidated at first. However, as soon as your professor sees you, he introduces you to Erwin, who takes an interest in the project you're developing.

With that, you discover that he's the professor's son, while the older man just looks at you both with a strange knowing look. Erwin offers to help you, with your project, but he probably can't due to his proximity to your professor. He knows that. Erwin is just using it as an excuse to ask for your number, and it works.

Erwin is such a good boyfriend and a gentleman. He always meets you before the morning classes with a warm cup of your favorite beverage. He's such a busy person, with all the classes he is attending, work, and projects, but somehow he always makes time for his friends and you.

Also, he loves planning dates and invites you to the hangouts he has with his friends. Prepare yourself for cute museum dates, and fancy dinners after he gets his salary of the month. He likes to spoil you.

He surprises you sometimes, asking to meet in a random campus location, and surprising you with a sweet picnic under the tree. Erwin states that he's making up for his busy day ahead, and you both sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and maybe a book. That is at least until you hear Hanji's greetings from afar, followed by Levi trailing behind them with a scowl.

Sometimes, you wonder if dating Erwin is a package that comes with his friends as extra. However, be assured that at the end of the day, you'll get your alone time with him behind the sheets. Erwin will make it up to you in a way that'll make you even forget that anyone else exists other than him.

˗ˏˋ LEVI ACKERMAN ˎˊ˗

This guy doesn't even know why he's here nor how he got here in the first place. I mean, he is such a flexible character, I can see him in many degrees but for this multiple headcanon I'll stick with just three.

Levi as a teacher would be so iconic. He may pursue education because he had good teachers before and believed that they helped him take things seriously and not go to "the bad side" of life.

I see him in law pursuing it to be a judge or prosecutor too, he wants to see "rats" (his words), going to jail and will be pleased to be the one putting them there.

Since criminology fits more his persona so well, I don't think I need to discuss it that much. I'll just state that detective/forensic Levi would be the best of his generation. So it definitely an option too.

Enough of flattering him. As a student, Levi terrifies his professors, why? you ask me. He walks into class, sits down, and almost never moves an inch. He does not talk or ask questions. At the end of the term, he'll get the highest scores. He even works in a respected office already! The professors' days are counted... Ah wait that was flattering again? Oh well...

Anyway, he is the scary dog of his group, I mean like those scary little dogs, not the big ones. Levi walks with people twice his side, who together know everyone in college, but he just sticks with the three of them.

It's with them that he passes his free time. It's funny because he may sound like a hater and says that they are glued to him. But it's actually the opposite, he is the one to look after their hangouts the most.

One thing about college Levi is that he loves his coffee and tea. He knows every café in town but doesn't really enjoys the college ones, like the one you've been transferred to.

He only goes there when there is no other option, and says that the coffee is cold and the tea always tastes like toilet water. That is why your coworkers prepare you mentally for the infamous day you'll get to serve him.

The day comes, and you're alone at the counter, you don't even realize that is The guy everyone was so scared about. You quietly hand him his thing, and he goes away just as quietly, and so it becomes a routine. One day he comes with his friends, who are throwing you looks every moment or so (it's just Hanji).

Eventually, they leave. When you go to clean their tables, you see a note on it, it's a number. It's not Levi who wrote it, but Hanji. He didn't allow them to give out his number so they gave theirs. Soon enough, you start to hang out with the group.

And being part of the group means being part of Levi's heart. Your relationship starts like that, evolving from friends, to fwb to lovers. However, Levi treats you like you're his for so long, and you're dumb to not notice (his words).

Expect him to always walk you home. Look at him and you'll see him already looking back at you, then acting as if he didn't. He'll fetch you drinks and food during class recess, and he'll do so much stuff a boyfriend would do to you.

Eventually, he does become your boyfriend. Like I said, Levi already treated you like you were his before it was official, but after it, it just becomes less subtle. He will only get enough sleep when you're in bed with him. Also, your place will be spotless, he says that you can't clean but it's just an excuse for him to do something back.

Levi will stay by your side as you complain about a messed up class you had. He allows you to cry on his neatly cleaned sweater about a failed test. He'll even buy you ice cream while you ramble about your group member who didn't do their job. And like Eren, if someone else were to blame for your stress or tears, he would do something about it.

He never expects you to do something back for him. You being here for him is enough, it's his main motivation for dealing with annoying college life every day.

But if you're really into rewarding him them we will not complain if you get in his lap and be good for him too. Oh, it may even become a competition, as you both pleasure each other for hours after a tiring and busy day.

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[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello, 🚙anon here. Will be throwing a few ideas in separate asks.

Main cast boys (Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, Chrome, someone else?) and an s/o who is protective.

A jealous enemy or a nasty accident. We all know they will defend their s/o, but what will happen, if the reverse would have to occur?

hello 🚙 anon! I’m sorry that I’m slacking with all the requests but I tried to give it my all with this one! Pls enjoy💕

Ryusui, Senku, Tsukasa, Ukyo, and Chrome, with a protective s/o💘

Ryusui:

I would say Ryusui would be flattered to have a protective s/o

There was one day when you guys were building the Perseus and you overheard some people smack talking Ryusui 

“I bet that new guy Ryusui doesn’t care about saving anyone. I’m sure he’s just making us build this thing just so he can have one.”

Your head quickly perks up, eyeing the random npc who said that 

“Excuse me??” You say, “Ryusui would NEVER do something like that”

Now you’re all up in this guys face

“Don’t even think for a second that Ryusui is so selfish that he doesn’t care about anyone at all! He’s the kindest person in the world and don’t you ever forget that again!”

When Ryusui heard about your outburst he quickly finds you and throws himself all over you 

“My sweet y/n! Your words make me so happy I could eat you all up!” He says this as he’s tightly holding you and jokingly biting your cheek and kissing you all over your face 

But he gets serious 

“But you don’t have to worry about people’s words dear. As much as I appreciate you standing up for me I would hate if it got you into serious trouble trying to defend me. Words will always be words sweetheart, and you will always be my love<3”

Ryusui would hate it if you or someone started a fight just over some words said about him 

He couldn’t care less on how the world sees him good for you baby! As long as he’s seen with nothing but love in your eyes screw what everyone else has to say!

But let’s say when you guys get to America and Stanley’s doing what Stanley does best and shooting up a storm at all of you

You see Ryusui about to get hit as you push him to the ground and use your body as a shield 

At first Ryusui is flabbergasted 

He’s so used to you being so calm and collected and a tad bit goofy but now you’re all protective and defensive!

But Ryusui doesn’t sit back for too long because he pushes you back as well

You two probably keep doing this to each other until you both get hurt

It doesn’t really help anyone lol

If you get seriously injured protecting him then he’ll get so hard on himself but do his best to help you back to your normal self 

He might even distance himself from you when you’re all better because he thinks you might get hurt again :(

Senku

I don’t think Senku would notice and or care if you were protective of him or not

When you were hearing some of the villagers smack talking about him because of all the work that he gives them

You of course talk back, saying how Senku’s the reason why the village is so safe and how all these cool inventions are being made so they better shut their mouth or you’re just gonna hafta-

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing?? Those bolts were supposed to be done 10 minutes ago!!!”

Senku just appears out of nowhere to scold you lol 

You try to explain yourself, saying that some guy was insulting him, and bro does not gaf 💀

“Ok???? Who cares??? Pls just get your work done!!!”

You’re kinda hurt thats that was his reaction 

But as you’re walking away…!!!

“But…thanks anyway y/n. Just don’t waste your breath on me.”

You can see his red ears from the corner of your eye and now everything’s all better!

Now as for physically protecting him, it doesn’t happen a lot cause he’s always thinking about how to do things scientifically, but when Stanley shoots at Senku and you push him out of the way only for you to get hurt, he kinda blanks for a second 

But that second doesn’t last long at all because he quickly starts trying to help you, despite being in Stanley’s line of fire

After everything’s all said and done and you’re awake and recovering, he lets you have it

“What were you thinking???!!! That’s was a stupid idea for you to jump in front of a literal gunshot!!! What if you died Y/N???! What if you left me??!!!!”

Yeah he’s kinda mad at you for doing something so bold, but he’s more mad about the fact that despite having a plan, it won’t always work, and the result of that was you getting hurt

He blames himself for not acting fast enough

“I….im sorry Senku… I just didn’t want to see you hurt that’s all…”

That’s all he has to hear to hold you tight and start to cry in your hair

That’s when he says those rare 3 words

“I love you moron…don’t ever scare me like that again…”

Tsukasa

Don’t even try💀

At least don’t try to physically protect him

Like there’s literally no reason and/or way to 

He either one, saves you first

Or two, literally gets hit and is not affected at all

But if someone were stupid enough to smack talk him, you’d be the first one to go defend him

Someone’s still salty that he was busting down statues?

“You don’t know anything about that situation! Were you there when it happened??? Then you can’t say anything!!”

Someone’s jealous that he’s one of the most attractive men in this show?? Besides Ryusui ofc<3

“Don’t be mad Tsukasa’s gorgeous and you’re not! And it’s not his face that’s just gorgeous! It’s his beautiful soul too!”

No one really replies to you like for Ryusui or Senku’s case

No one wants to risk saying the wrong thing 

After all if they say the wrong thing Tsukasa will just destroy them☺️

Ukyo

If anyone has anything bad to say about Ukyo then they’re wrong Ukyo has probably, sadly, heard it 

His ears are able to hear pretty much anything so he’d be able to hear whatever bad things people had to say about him

But! He’s also able to hear you defend him

“Ukyo’s the most important general!” You say to some random hater, “his insight is more than valuable! So don’t ever say anything like that about him again!”

He can’t help but smile to himself and Senku gets weirded out at his sudden change in behavior 

Ukyo won’t really say anything about it, you’ll just be met with a soft kiss or a million I love yous

If you were to physically protect him then I think he might crash out 😶

When you push him out of the way of an attack, he can hear the pain in your voice, and it just breaks him

Immediately tends to you, doesn’t matter if hes still in the line of fire or he has wounds of his own

He scolds you when you wake up, but not as fiercely as Senku 

It’s just a soft, tearful “what were you thinking? You could’ve seriously got hurt… well I mean look at you… please never scare me like that again…”

He’s definitely got more of an eye on you after that 

Chrome:

Chrome has always been called weird for his “sorcery” 

But anyone who calls him that now is gonna get a long lecture from his s/o

“Chrome actually uses nothing but science and is actually helping the kingdom of science out a lot so you should watch the way you talk!!”

He appreciates this more than he lets on

He’ll probably give you a, “it’s not that big of a deal y/n” and walk away but he actually is really happy

If you seen One Piece, you know how chopper will be saying not to praise him but act all giddy anyway?

Yeah that’s Chrome

As for physical protection? He’s actually flabbergasted

Like buddy did not know you were capable of such strength 

But if you were to get seriously hurt then he’d start panicking real fast

Suika’s gonna have to calm him down while Senku or someone starts tending to your wounds but quickly jumps in and tries to help

Gets all teary eyed when you’re better saying things along the lines of “you really scared me” or “don’t do anything so rash next time!”

[kionetra]

TikTok trend gone horny?!

Synopsis: What starts as a playful TikTok prank—making your boyfriend act out song lyrics—takes a filthy turn when you pick a rather explicit track. You expected laughs. You got something else entirely.

Warning: MDNI +18 ONLY, Fem!Reader, Established Relationship, TikTok Challenge Gone Wrong, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering, Rimming (f receiving), Rough Sex, Dom!Gojo, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Size Kink, Overstimulation, Cumplay, Tummy Bulge, Mating Press, Semi-Exhibitionism, Reader Passes Out (from head), Reader is so fucked - literally, Multiple Orgasms, Power Play, Soft Aftercare, Gojo is dangerously good at following directions, You Started It.

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You tried to keep a straight face as you set your phone up on the dresser, angling it just right to capture both you and your very unsuspecting boyfriend. He was lounging on the bed, half-scrolling through his phone, half-watching you through hooded eyes that always got you in trouble.

You turned to face him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Okay, babe - trends simple. I'll play the song and you just have to do what the lyrics say. Got it?"

Satoru raised a brow, looking at you as he put his phone down, still leaning against the headboard of the bed as he crossed his muscular arms - muscles flexing under his tight black shirt.

"And why am I doing this?"

"Because you love me so much and would do anything for me?" You said sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

Satoru snorted, shaking his head like he was already regretting this, but he got up anyway—because of course he did. He could never say no to you.

“A'ight,” he said, stretching like a lazy cat as he stood, his shirt sliding up to reveal the sharp lines of his v-cut—and just beneath it, the tempting trail of white hair that had your eyes dipping far too low, far too fast.

You quickly hit record before he could notice the way your breath hitched.

Starting safe, you played something light—a throwback pop song, just to ease him in. He rolled his eyes but played along, mouthing the words dramatically, even throwing in a little body roll for good measure.

You had to stifle your laugh when you changed tracks, trying not to crack up as the beat of "My Neck, My Back" filled the room.

~ ".....my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack," ~

You watched his face, waiting for the laugh, the eye roll - something.

But instead... he smirked.

"Satoru....heh..." you suddenly backpaddled, laughing lightly as your smile faltered, throwing your hands up in defense - the room suddenly feeling much smaller.

"It's just a prank, babe."

He tilted his head slightly, that grin deepening into something slow and dangerous. “Yeah?” he said, stepping toward you with the kind of confidence that made your knees weak. “Funny. Doesn’t feel like one.”

You swallowed hard.

The phone kept recording.

And the prank? Yeah—you were definitely the one getting played.

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annnnnnd that was how you found yourself with your thighs clenched around Satoru's head as he sucked on your clit - fucking into you with his long, thick digits - curling them to hit that spongy spot deep inside that has your toes curling.

"f-fuck! Toru!"

You gasped out, eyes rolling back as your body thrashed, trying to push him away.

"Don't fucking run fr'me - take it, you asked for this."

He groaned into your pussy, his voice sending vibrations through your body as his tongue flicked rapidly over your swollen clit.

the music played in the back, almost mockingly - like you asked for this.

And Satoru? He followed the lyrics to a tee.

You gripped his white locks, tugging harshly as you fucked your cunt into his face, losing control as you felt him meet your actions with equal passion - having the audacity to nip at your puffy bundle of nerves - chuckling at your following yelp.

"Yeah, just like that, sweets - mmm, fuck,"

You felt your orgasm crash over you as you let out a silent scream, back arching off the bed - Satoru still relentless in his assault. He moaned in approval as he continued thrusting his fingers into your gushing cunt - lapping up all your juices with a filthy sluurrrrrppp.

"hah....f-fucking hell Toru...."

You managed to gasp out between your pants, throwing your head back as you looked down between your soaked thighs, his eyes peering up at you as he lifted his head - his face fully drenched in your slick arousal.

Still utterly fucked out, you felt him lift your hips, bending you in half as he pushed your legs back, leaving you fully exposed to him.

"w-wait...hah...I'm still-"

You were cut off as he delved back - this time lower - as he began eating your ass out, tongue licking and prodding as his other hand massaged your clit in rough circles with his fingers.

And that was when you passed the fuck out.

"C'mon baby - open those pretty eyes for me."

Your eyes opened slowly, staring at the ceiling as you tried to remember what the hell just happened.

"Mmph.."

You groaned, looking to the side only to be met with the flushed, leaking tip of Satoru's long, girthy cock. He smirked as he looked down at you with the eyes of a predator who had finally hunted down their prey.

"Ate the pussy s'good that you passed out on me, hm?"

He mumbled, stroking your hair as he gripped the base of his shaft, his heavy balls swinging slightly as he tapped the tip on your forehead.

"You started this, sweets - you gotta finish it, don't hold out on me now, baby."

Seconds later and he had your face smushed down onto the mattress, hips snapping roughly as he pounded into your poor, sopping cunt. You could only moan out, muffled by the sheets as you pathetically pushed your hips back against his brutal backshots, feeling your eyes haze over.

"This all for me? f-fuck! So-" pound "fucking-" pound "good," the headboard slammed violently against the wall, not truly paying homage to the brutal fucking he was giving you.

The only sound heard was the vulgar sound of skin slapping and the wet slosh of your cunt as he slammed into your aching pussy, filling you to the brim as his heavy balls slapped against your clit - almost making you pass out, for the second time.

"ah! r-right there! p-please, 'toru!"

You whined out, drunk on his cock as you gripped onto the sheets, arching your back further as he split you open.

"Yeah? fuck - right here?"

He gripped your hips with a bruising squeeze, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside he knew would make you shatter. He watched, hypnotised as your ass jiggled in motion, kneading the dough in his hands as he delivered a harsh smack!, almost cumming from the way it recoiled - a red hand print beginning to form.

"Fucking cum for me - soak my dick, baby - wanna feel this pretty pussy milk me for all I got,"

Satoru leaned down, growling in your ears as his hips never faltered, his hand that wasn't holding your head in place sliding down to rub circles on your puffy clit, nipping at your ear as he soothed the sting with his tongue.

"Hah! 'Toru! m'cumming! I l-love you - hgnh - so g-good, ah!"

You came - again - with a gasp as your body trembled, your legs giving out as you felt your body slump down.

Satoru didn't let that happen though - no - he wrapped his muscular arms around your waist- lifting your limp body off the bed as he continued pounding into you ruthlessly - leaving you defenceless.

"You like it when I'm rough, don't you, baby? Like it when I -" his hand reached up to pinch at your nipple, rolling the pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger - his other arm still wrapped around your waist tightly, using your pussy like a flesh-light from the way he was dragging you down onto his aching cock. "- fuck you like this? f-fuck - when I'm diggin' deep in this pussy? My pussy?"

you could only whimper in response, your body dangling as he fucked you onto his cock, throwing his head back with a groan as he bit his lip, eyes rolling back. Your mixed juices dripped down both of your thighs, pooling onto the towel he had managed to slip underneath when you were passed out.

"Shit - m'gonna cum - hah, love this juicy fucking cunt."

He whispered in your ear. You couldn't keep up - trying to respond but only having incoherent mumbles stumble past your lips as you took him - all of him.

He suddenly flipped you around, laying you down - only this time, looking deep into your eyes as he buried himself to the hilt, balls resting snugly against your ass as he groaned.

"Fuck, yes - take it, baby - Take every fucking drop like the greedy little cumslut you are."

He growled, feeling your pussy clench and flutter wildly around his throbbing cock, milking him for every last drop. He gave your weeping cunt slow, deep strokes, working his cum into you as he smashed his lips to yours, swallowing your cries.

Your body trembled and shuddered beneath his, overstimulated as he filled you to the brim with his seed. You could only cling to him, your nails raking down his back as you kissed him back with equal fervor, swallowing his groans and grunts of pleasure.

He gentled the kiss, his lips softening as he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting between them. His eyes softened as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, sweets - was it too much?" he asked, his mind clearing as he took in your fucked-out expression, smirking slightly in smug male pride, knowing he was the one to do that to you and no one else.

"I am never doing a TikTok trend with you again," you mumbled, voice hoarse, eyes barely managing to stay open.

Satoru chuckled, dragging his fingers gently along your thigh. "Yeah, you will," he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. "You just won’t survive the next one."

You turned your head as you heard your phone ping with a notification.

Fuck, you forgot to stop recording.

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a/n: hey y'all! Thank you so much for the love on my last post, it means a lot and gives me so much motivation! I saw this video on tt that someone posted and I've been laughing over it for the past hour - literally got inspired to write a whole smutty one-shot over it LMAO. Again, this was lowkey short but they will be getting longer with time!! If you guys want more posts like these, lmk heh 🤓. Hope everyone's having a good day/night!

tiktok that inspired this 😭

[daydaydayrk420]

Pleasure pt2

Winter soldier (Bucky Barnes) X Male mutant reader

⚠️ Google Translate Russian, wounds, breeding kink⚠️

🚨 minor's and girls do not interact 🚨

You guys requested it so here it is

Pt1

Breed me.

That's all the solder can think of as he stared at the venomous man.

Breed me.

Those words keep repeating inside his head over and over as if he is hoping the demon hears them.

He doesn't of course.

Because he's in the middle of shooting down a building.

Why?

Because they're in the middle of a mission.

Then why is the winter soldier not focusing on the mission when he knows he'll get punished if they fail.

Spoiler alert.

They did fail.

They did get punished.

But ?

They were staying at an abandoned building because the mission wasn't fully closed, just expanded.

So they didn't go back to the base. They had to be careful where they sat or laid down because of their open wounds from the whip they got as punishment. They don't want it infected because they know it wouldn't get treated.

The good thing is.

The agents that are with them left the assassins alone.

To fuck, obviously, because that's why they failed in the first place.

The Winter soldier was horny.

Now normally, hydra guys would take care of the soldier's horniness themselves, but since that one time, the assassins fucked? They haven't been Horny as often as they used to be.

Clearly, they both match each other's needs and know how to get rid of the horny itch.

So the higher-ups agreed that whenever the assassins wanted to, as they said, mate, they'd send them alone to a room.

Which is exactly what they did.

"Вы двое. Идите и найдите комнату. Как только закончите, возвращайтесь. (You two. Go find a room. Once you're done you come back.)"

That's all it took for the soldier to grab the demon and drag him to a room that has a bed.

The bed was covered in plastic sheets. The soldier yanks the plastic off and stares at the untouched bed.

But it doesn't take long before the bed sheets are thrown around the room as the two assassins make out like they've been starved of this touch. Well. More like the soldier sloppily making out with the demon's muzzle. While all the demon can do is press his tongue against the fabric hoping some saliva will leak through.

But if his venom can't leak through, why would saliva? So, in the end, he just imagined it. He can feel that the outer layer is damp. That's all he needs.

"Разведи меня (breed me)" The soldier finally said out loud. He looks at the muzzled man and waits for his reaction.

Those cold eyes fill with unusual surprise as they widen. Only a muffled gasp can be heard from the demon's muzzled mouth.

The mask is thin. It's not like it's made to keep the demon quiet but rather to keep him from biting venom into others. But even then it leaves the demon nonverbal. Maybe it's just his choice or maybe it's a mental block. It's the soldier who always does the talking for them.

"Демон" The soldier calls out snapping the demon out of his surprised state.

The demon doesn't stand frozen anymore and yanks the soldier off the bed and towards a wall. The demon knows how wild he'll go. If they do it on the bed they'd break it almost instantly like last time.

He slams the soldier against the wall and tears his clothes off. More trouble and punishment for their future selves.

The soldier grunts as his body hits the wall but that's soon forgotten the moment his heated skin is met with the cold air.

"Shit" He groans. His mind flips to English without him knowing, but it doesn't go unnoticed by the demon. Only he doesn't point it out.

The soldier tries to strip the demon, too, but to no help. The demon has him pinned. But he only relaxes his grip when he lets the soldier undo his pants.

The demon groans once the cold air hits his cock. It doesn't take long before he's pushing it into the soldier though.

"Oh yes." The soldier groans and throws his head back. The muzzled man doesn't give him time to adjust before he picks up his pace and fucks the soldier Into the wall.

The soldier's breath is knocked out of his chest as he holds onto the demon with desperation. "Crap. Please, please, please, please," The soldier begs. He needs this release. Or maybe he's trying to get that feeling he did last time. That feeling like he isn't himself.

"There!" The soldier gasps when the demon hits the right spot.

And as obedient the demon is he nods and focuses on that spot. He attacks it with a force that has the soldier shaking. They wouldn't be surprised if the Hydra assets heard them. Or the people outside.

Both the soldier and the demon are grunting like animals. Have you ever heard how surprisingly loud hedgehogs are when they're going at it? That's pretty much the same.

The demon is surprised he's not going through hair loss with how hard the soldier is tugging and yanking at his hair. The headaches he gets from it are worth it though. To know how much pleasure the soldier is getting from it, the demon is more than happy to tolerate the pain.

Without a warning, the soldier covered both of their bellies in his cum. His eyes are hooded and hazy as he looks at the demon who's now focused on chasing his own climax. But he sees something more. No..It's just his imagination.

It doesn't take long before the demon erupts inside the soldier. He presses tightly against him and rests his forehead on his shoulder. They both take their time to catch their breath.

Suddenly Y/n remembers the wounds from a whip on Bucky's breath and immediately pulls him off the wall to hold him close.

Bucky tensed up in surprise at the sudden movement. But he soon relaxes when he feels gentle fingers caressing his back around the wounds.

Y/n moves slowly as he carries Bucky to the bed. He sets him down on the edge and kneels in front of him. He reaches out and gently cups Buck's cheek and looks into his eyes. There it is again. A new light. New person.

Bucky saw it too. The longer he stared into y/n's eyes the more he saw someone new but familiar.

Bucky also lifts his hand and places it over the others. Y/n lifts his free hand and traces it up the cold metal of Bucky's left arm. He traces every dent, every bent, all the way to where metal meets flesh.

His fingers graze over a faint scar. Y/n's eyes finally leave Buck's and look at the scar. He recognizes it. He left it there. It's a reminder of when they started being trained by Hydra. It's also the time when Y/n used to poison people with his bites. Including Bucky.

He looks back up into Bucky's eyes only to catch Bucky still looking at him. He feels his heat up. Is he blushing? Is that even a possibility? Y/n wasn't aware that that was something he could do.

Bucky lifts his metal hand and cups Y/n's cheek. Both of them let out a quiet breath of air at the contact. Bucky slowly leans down. Closer to the other man. Closer to his face. They can feel each other's breaths on their faces. Bucky's lips are so near the muzzle y/n is forced to wear.

"Эй! Вам двоим лучше не отдыхать, у нас есть планы! (Hey! You two better not be resting we have plans to make!)" One of the guards yelled as he banged on the door.

The assassins are separated and grab their torn clothes off the floor.

The demon opens the door and stares at the man behind the door with his usual blank expression. His hands held the torn clothes in front of his crotch. "Что!? Что ты сделал с одеждой?! (What?! What have you done to the clothes?!)" The guard yelled in anger.

Both of the assassins know they're in trouble. But they don't care.

All their minds are focused on is the way they broke through their programmed minds again.

Maybe the next time they do it again, they won't snap back to the program.

[overdressedcarp]

I've been thinking for a while about the optional Magatama dialogue in The Cosmic Turnabout where you can prompt Fulbright about what's bothering him, and for both of the wrong answers, he acts like you got it right, and actively leans into the bit. For example, if you suggest that he's exhausted by life, he agrees and claims he's thinking about quitting his job and going to space. (Honestly, mood.)

(AA 5-4 and 5-5 spoilers below the cut)

It's a good line on its own: funny, and definitely relatable. With 5-5's context, though, it brushes up against a deep-seated desire to disappear, to run away and start over, something the Phantom hasn't been at liberty to do in years. He's shackled to a seven-year-old assignment, strangled by loose ends that he can't tie off. For maybe the first time in his life, he has to wake up every day and live with the effects of his actions, made blisteringly real in the form of the people he hurt.

(Do I think he's walking around harboring deep, profound remorse for UR-1? Not really, no. But the self-protective lie of "my choices don't matter because I'm not really a person" only goes so far when you're clocking into work every day to hang out with the guy who's on death row because of you, who's grieving because of you, and suddenly you're the only person he trusts to hear about the monster that ruined his life, and you planned for this but you didn't plan for this and honestly at that point I'd want to quit my job and throw myself into the vast expanse of space, too.)

Also worth noting, during this entire scene, any time Fulbright goes to answer a question or make an assertion about himself, the tinted glasses go up like a shield. Eyes hidden, hand obscuring the lower half of his face. It's something he does pretty regularly throughout the game, but it's egregious here. My man is on the defensive and he's giving absolutely zero ground.

But the big thing for me is the other "wrong" option, where if you claim that Fulbright is troubled by love, the Phantom's knee-jerk "yes, and," response is to tell a story about a carp named Love who ate a bunch of goldfish because he put them all in the same tank.

In the moment it's supposed to be absurd and comical and one more example of how hapless this guy is, but in retrospect, it's kind of telling that when the Phantom tries to conceptualize love in relation to himself, the first piece of Fulbright-flavored bullshit that comes to mind is about a creature that brings pain and death through mere proximity, not out of malice, but out of nature. As though, subconsciously, he's fixated on the notion of a foreign element that's been dropped into an otherwise peaceful space. A fish that seems like it belongs there until it devours the others.

He really could have said anything—he could have made up a story about a bad breakup, or a really sad movie, or a family member who died. He could have jumped to talking about Blackquill, and how he's concerned for his emotional state given the nature of the current case. But instead, his mind instinctively gravitates to a Love that consumes everything around it: a Love defined by its capacity for violence. There was never a world where the carp could exist alongside the goldfish without hurting them.

And idk. I feel like if he wasn't feeling some kind of way about that, then it wouldn't be bleeding into his Olympic-level improv gymnastics routine to convince Phoenix that he doesn't have any secrets and you can put the supernatural lie detector away now, thanks.