#cause I can imagine us being all silly and maybe tickle each other a bit

[rosicheeks]

once again wishing we could cuddle… idk, i think lying in bed together, wrapped up and holding each other closely, talking about our days or venting or rambling about nerdy stuff, maybe mixed with a lot of kissing and flirting, and just being soft and affectionate like that together… that would fix me right now 💖

-🌸

[atarathegreat]

Hanma Shuji-Protecting Each Other

It was enough to make anyone crazy, hearing their "friends" talking badly about their significant other, and you'd put up with it for the last year. Yet you still sat next to them at lunch, pretending to laugh it off because, in your mind, they'd get over it soon and stop, maybe they'd even realize they were hurting you. You continued to hope that as they continued to laugh about Hanma being your phones background, making awful small talk about him and his friend while they were in their Valhalla coats.

"Imagine, thinking you're some badass because you're part of a gang!" Hana slapped the table, earning looks from across the lunchroom, her sister, Hiraya, looked as though she wanted to slip under the table, "He's only a troublemaker that dies his bangs yellow! Yellow! Of all colors."

You'd heard the same complaints a thousand times before, that Hanma is only hoping to one day mean something to the world when he'll end up in jail and his yellow bangs will be grown out and he'll look homeless. Hiraya was staring at her sibling, wanting her to just shut up before she bit off more than she could chew. But Hana was too busy laughing, "I hope he can put those fighting skills to use in prison before someone else gets him."

What the sisters hadn't counted on was you waking up in a bad mood that morning and not having a very good day, "Shut up, Hana. You date guys that cheat on you every week, just the other day I saw your man kissing another girl in the hall." Your words shocked her, making her trip over her words as she tried to defend her boyfriend, but you were pissed, "I said shut up! You have to worry about basic-level problems, but I don't. Shuji is loyal to me, I have nothing to worry about there. And what of you, Hiraya? Anything to add?"

Hiraya was shaking her head, looking somewhere behind you, causing you to turn. Hanma was smiling like an idiot, Kisaki at his side, "(Name), are you fighting on my behalf?" You rolled your eyes at him and stood to hug him, his much taller form enveloping you easily, "You can shut up, too, Shu. Why are you here?" Kisaki put his phone away and faced the scene of Hanma nuzzling the side of your face, "The moron couldn't stand being away from you another day. Humor him, please." Shuji paused, sniffing at your shirt collar before speaking again, "You have a new perfume? Why? I loved the other one." His puppy eyes were enough to make you smile, quickly falling when you noticed teachers walking quickly at your table, "We gotta go, yeah? Is your bike here?"

It was a silly question, Hanma took his bike everywhere. Detention was a sure outcome as you grabbed the boys and took off running, barely listening to Kisaki ordering you to let go of his arm. Hanma's maniacal laughter filled your senses as he jumped on his motorcycle, helping you on, "Who would've thought! My girl yelling at her friends and running from teachers!" He loved how tightly you held to him as he sped out of the school's parking lot, "You'll be in so much trouble, babe!" And when you joined his laughter Hanma could've crashed, he loved the sound. "Head out of the clouds, Hanma!" Kisaki rode his bike next to you and him, "Valhalla has a meeting, remember? Get there!"

Kisaki, though he was your boyfriend's best friend, acted harshly with everyone. He was harsh with you once, but Hanma was very fast to shut that down. Hanma didn't care who it was, they would not disrespect you, for anything. You, to an extent, enjoyed the other boys' company, often berating him for being rude to others for no reason. Despite acting coldly to you, Kisaki did have a certain fondness for you as his friend's girlfriend, and some were observant enough to see it. Hanma wasn't, but then again, neither were you. Still, you waved to him that you heard and leaned up to whisper it in Hanma's ear. He shivered as your breath tickled his ear, reminding him to pass you his helmet so you'd be safe. "We'll get there, don't worry!" Hanma smirked, waiting until you confirmed the helmet was on to look sideways, "Aren't you going to be there?"

"I already know what you're going to say, and you'll tell me how it goes later. I have private shit to take care of." Kisake groaned. Hanma laughed again, taunting his friend, "Have t'go jack off, huh? Got a thrill from running?" You smacked the back of Shuji's head, silently scolding him as you motioned for Kisaki to go on his way. Poor guy probably didn't need something so personal aired out.

The whole of Valhalla was waiting outside the abandoned arcade when Hanma turned off his bike. As the acting head of Valhalla it was his job to control the whole gang, you swore it had to be more than fifty people, and their job to follow his orders. Though, to the painful blow to Hanma's ego, they were waiting on you. You'd figured out how to rewire the electric box and get the machines going, you'd practically made yourself a goddess in their eyes. "Miss, how are you doing?" A couple of them approached you, Hanma's arm over your shoulder keeping them from ushering you inside themselves. Of course, they would have to wait until after the meeting to play the games, Hanma wouldn't allow them to be distracted as he spoke. Instead, you sat on his lap while he conversed with his people, looking pretty and playing with his hair or the tag on his jacket. Occasionally he'd catch one of the bastards in the crowd looking at you, and he'd glare back until they stopped, but this guy...he wasn't even noticing Hanma's mean glare.

"You're glaring, Shu." You whispered in his ear, earning a huge sharp-toothed grin. His big tattooed hand came up to rest on your cheek, pulling you to him for a heavy kiss in the uncomfortable silence of the meeting, pulling back and staring at his men, "Now, if you all would focus and stop staring at my girl."

It was incredible just how possessive he could be, even when there was nothing to challenge the relationship in the slightest. It made Hanma giddy when you twirled his baby hairs, sighing when you'd tug in a specifically painful way, and he knew he'd get you back later in private. You apologized every time he'd wince, not noticing the way he wished you'd do it again. You paused when Hanma mentioned a war, some no-name gang that was trying to take over Valhalla's territory. "A war? It's not that big of a thing, is it?" You interrupted the meeting. Other gangs would've done something horrible for you chiming in, but Hanma valued your opinions in his gang issues and thought it was sexy that you had a hand in the trouble.

"If it's just a small gang, then what's keeping you all from rolling in, kicking ass, and leaving. It proves to the others that Valhalla is strong, and shows the gang that they have no hope of taking over." Hanma loved the way you were thinking, wrapping his fingers around your throat to pull you closer as you spoke, "How many people are in this gang anyway?"

"Not many, problem is that they're all stronger than most of my guys. If everyone gets taken out, then that leaves me and maybe two others to fight off this group. And I think that'll be a difficult task, even for me." Hanma stroked his thumb where he could feel your pulse, never breaking eye contact. You would've nodded if his hand wasn't barring the movement, "So...what if you get help from another gang? Is that possible?" Hanma thought for a moment, pressing lightly on your heartbeat, "Maybe, but we'd have to get close enough to another leader to ask and hope that they agreed. And, even as an acting head, I wouldn't be able to do it."

"What if I did?"

Valhalla exploded in protest, not even thinking about letting you put yourself in such a position. Hanma silenced them by raising his hand, returning it harshly to your throat, and leaning you back, "Do you even think you can handle the stress of that?" You whispered back, not wanting everyone to hear, "If I can handle your hands around my throat during sex, I think I can handle the anxiety of speaking to someone." He grinned, voice getting lower as he sat you up, "You realize that whoever you speak to cares a thousand times less about your well-being and I won't be there to save you." His love, and fear, for you grew when you nodded. "She'll do it!" Hanma yelled, the room going silent as he finalized the plan.

You were scared as you got ready that morning, shakily tying your hair back as Hanma relaxed on your bed, giving you the rundown of when and where the meeting would be. You paused, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror and watching as Hanma moved to stand behind you. "You're shaking." He mumbled, trailing his fingers down your back. A small scoff made you shake more, "Why wouldn't I? I'm worried."

"I know. I wish I hadn't agreed to let you go." He sighed and dropped his head against your neck. His attitude made you stand tall, steeling your nerves and straightening out your shirt. "I'll meet you back here in a few hours, okay?" You kissed Hanma and slipped out of your room. Shuji was left to plop back onto your bed, slamming his head into his hands and regretting letting you walk out the door. He'd never been so torn: help Valhalla or protect you. Both needed to be done, but what was more important to him? It was too big a question for him to answer quickly, especially once you'd already left the house and were riding with one of his guys to the other side of town.

The Valhalla member tried to talk you out of doing it, but when he parked across the road from the empty house he gave up. You shuffled across the road quickly, watching as a few faces appeared in the mossy windows. Never in your life had you wished to be surrounded by Valhalla more than you had at that moment. The front door opened and you were left stepping over broken glass and wood.

"What kind of a man sends his wifey to make gang deals?" The leader laughed, looking you up and down, "A pretty wifey, at that. What type of girl puts herself in this position?"

"The type that doesn't want to be ogled like some type of sweets container." You crossed your arms, "Valhalla needs help and you need to look good for the people in your territory. What's better than helping win a fight in another territory? It would be very kind of you."

The leader stood quickly and rushed forward to grab your neck, giving you the sense of fear that Hanma had eased from you. His cologne was heavy as he got closer to your ear, assailing your nostrils as he sniffed at you, "Pretty and smart, what a lucky man you have. Maybe I can steal you from him." But you stood still, keeping to the point, "Will you help Valhalla or not? I have other meetings to attend." His laugh wasn't as smooth as the others you'd heard, you couldn't help but think he was a smoker, but then, Hanma didn't sound like that. "Fine, on one condition."

"How soft are those lips of yours?" He didn't give you time to jump away, gripping your head and slamming his face painfully against yours. As you stomped back across the road, lip bleeding from the impact, you told your ride to stay quiet and take you home. Hanma was pacing your bedroom, scooping you up as soon as the door was opened. "Shu, put me down." Your voice was monotonous, worrying your boyfriend as you sat at your vanity and inspected your busted lip.

Hanma's body went rigid and he grabbed your face, forcefully making you look at him so he could grab your lip, "What the fuck is this? What happened?" If Hanma hadn't looked so angry, you could've kept it together, but you felt that he was pissed at you and it made you look away. "He kissed me..." You mumbled, grabbing hold of Hanma's sleeves. It felt like home when Hanma settled his fingers around your throat, his thumb instinctively finding your pulse to calm himself, "What?" Whatever your answer was, he couldn't be bothered to listen as he sniffed at the strange smell on you. It wasn't that god-awful new perfume (even though it smelled good to him it wasn't his favorite that you always wore), it was a man's smell. He slammed you back onto your bed by your throat, though you weren't scared because Hanma had always taken care of you. "I hate this smell on you." He growled, yanking your shirt off and tossing it aside, switching hands on your throat so he could sniff at you again, "Who? Why is your lip split?"

He was caught off guard when you giggled at him, "You're sniffing me like a damn dog, Shuji." Though it amused him that you found humor in his actions, he was trying to get rid of that smell. "Arms up, tell me where else he touched you." Hanma bit at your neck, moving his hand so he had more room. He loved how you listened to him, resting your arms above your head and telling him that you'd been grabbed behind your head. Shuji grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing the front of your throat to him, "That pisses me off."

You grabbed his hair, jerking his face to yours as he let out a light groan, "Calm down, Shu. You'll ruin the alliance I've just forged." His hand went back to your throat, finding your pulse and resting against you. "I want this heart rate to soar..." He smiled, kissing up your jaw and biting next to the cut in your lip, "Why would anyone be so rough with you? Not a good way to catch your eye, is it?"

"Not at all." You breathed, leaning into his kisses and smiling when he kissed your head. "That's not fast enough." He murmured, undoing your pants, "These all smell awful, switch back to your other perfume, okay?"

No, you weren't really sure what love was, but you knew what it wasn't. Hana could say whatever she wanted, but the relationships she had were all sad and broken before they began, whereas Shuji never failed to make you happy and prove that other girls meant fuck all to him. Even with how long you and Shuji had been together, your mom would kill you both if she knew there'd been sex involved. Hanma kept his hands secure over your mouth, careful to not push on the cut while his other hand held your knee to your chest, "Shshh, you wanna get caught like this? My pretty girl, no one but me gets to see you like this."

He took his words as law, going as far as to dress you while you slept afterward. Hanma slipped out of the window so as to not alert your parents that he was still there, ducking around the bushes because he didn't count on your dad being out front. The fight was going to happen in a few days, and he didn't want you to be a part of it more than you already were. So he kept himself away from you, even ignoring your texts so you wouldn't know what was happening. But you'd sat through this same routine and the second you caught a Valhalla member, you slammed him with questions until you were given the fight date and time.

Hanma had already gathered Valhalla and the alliance and was facing the other gang when you showed up. Of course, the information you were given was slightly wrong, so you showed up an hour after you were supposed to. How hadn't the police shown up? There were apartments just across the road.

You blocked your face from the rain as you ran, realizing that it was getting heavier. If the people from the apartments could even see out the windows, then the police wouldn't be able to drive in it. But you were already drenched and shaking from the run-over, screaming at everyone to stop even though they couldn't hear you. Members of Valhalla were already laid out, bloody and bruised as you rushed past them, screaming at the top of your lungs as Hanma was fighting the biggest guy in the bunch. He was a monster, covered in blood that definitely wasn't his, and talking about killing everyone as soon as he won. Shuji was right, these guys were huge and strong, and that was obvious by their physical appearance. You weren't fast enough and Hanma went down, he thought he was done for.

Shuji Hanma, The Reaper, was going to die in the pouring rain without seeing the one face he wanted next to him. (Name), the only person that his guys would put their lives on the line for, the only person he would put his life on the line for. He knew you'd scold him if he survived this, and he'd smile while you did if he could just hear your voice again. He thought he had died when you soared over him and tackled the much bigger guy he was up against. And you, you were out for blood, not thinking straight because all your friends were beaten and struggling to breathe. He screamed as your fingers clawed at his eyes, your knee placed painfully in his ribs as you hit him repeatedly.

"Stay down, you bastard!" Your wailing made all of Valhalla pause. Had you really showed up? Were you really fighting with them? For them? They couldn't wrap their heads around it, the girl they'd only ever seen on their de-facto leaders lap during meetings, was slamming her balled hands down on a guys face as he tried to fight her off. No matter how hard he thrashed, you held tight and hit his nose as hard as you could. While you fought the other boy, all you could see was how you'd watched Hanma fight. How he'd never stopped until his opponent was unconscious. And you only stood when the boy stopped moving, still breathing, but he wouldn't be fighting back.

Blood dripped down your fingers, turning the rain red, but you didn't care. "All of you just. Stay! Down!" You screamed, face to the sky. The pelting rain was stinging your cheeks and you let it, feeling each one individually to ground yourself, opening your eyes when you could no longer feel the pain.

"Shu..."

Hanma's honey eyes were staring softly at you, his arms over your head with his coat draped over them like an umbrella. "It appears you've done more for Valhalla than I thought you would."

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader- I Run To You /nsfw/

warnings: praise/degradation, sex oriented quirk?(meaning succubus-ish!Reader), choking, overstimulation, squirting, pinning/slightly obsessed reader.

The reader becomes a villain-->brief mentions of blood, mentions of Touya's "death".

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Maybe you're supposed to feel some sort of remorse when you see your childhood friend on the screen, blue flames hugging every corner of the building he's in, the poor glass shattering and melting as the reporters hurriedly fly around to catch every evidence and information they can.

You couldn't see much of his face, but the way he carried himself and the exact patterns of his scarred arm were enough for her. You only needed one glance.

It took a few months for you to wrap your head around it. Trying to push down the anger and grief by finding excuses for whatever he's doing. You became obsessed though, super fixated on every last trail of him you can find.

Years went by fast. Gaining the trust of other villains was fairly easy when you share the same hatred for the heroes. It brings you a sense of belonging and they listen. They listen and feel your anger, understand loss better than anyone else you tried to talk to before. You don't receive stupid condolences and bullshit like "it gets better" or "that's what faith had in store for you". You get raw emotion, telling you exactly what you yearned to hear, finally knowing that you're not crazy and that there are people who have enough braincells to see through the terrible facades the society has been smearing over everybody's eyes.

It's hard at first, watching blood and flesh rip through the air you breathe as your shoes leave red trails that follow your step...until they don't...they get mixed and lost and the footprints you once knew were yours look foreign, you don't know where you came from, you just know where you're headed.

You come back to your small apartment almost every night, writing down and scribbling each piece of information before it has the chance to be forgotten, intent on not letting a single detail slip.

You find it bizarre. You wanted to be a hero. For as long as your memory goes, you admired and glorified the kind and selfless faces you saw on TV, and in your own house.

He wanted to be a hero too? Even more than you. You're close, just a handful of months and you'd earn yourself a place. You know it.

Would he remember you?

Your pen breaks under the pressure of your palm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You stack the notebooks neatly, locking your door before plopping on your pillow.

All of this for a boy...how silly of you...Would he be happy to have someone familiar next to him?

You feel lonely...You miss the comfort of the past and you wonder if he does too. Did he even like you back then? You dig for every memory of him smiling at you, gracing your hand while the two of you played the games on his computer.

Then your eyes wander to the pictures on your wall, collages of newspapers with his face on it. He aged like fine wine. Strong and handsome. His hands are something you can't look away from, his long fingers keeping you in a trance while you snuggle under your blanket, slipping your hand in your shorts. Just this time.

You bend your legs at your knees, head craned to look at the pictures on your walls, mouth loosely open. You take your time working your clit, imagining how he would do it. How he would take his time exploring you after not seeing you for so long.

Your ass bucks off the bed a little, humping against your fingers, almost dipping into your greedy pussy, ghosting over the slicked up hole and spreading the nice coat of the slimy wetness across your folds.

Would he be good at eating you out? Stretching his scarred jaw to fit his mouth over your cunt and lap at it, sticking his tongue out as far as it can go.

You stretch your shorts to fit your hand in, pressing two fingers on each side of the sensitive nub, using your other hand to flick at the exposed pearl. It almost burns from the pressure, too sensitive when it's not hidden under the thin layer.

What if he had his tongue pierced? Imagining the metal on you, swirling over every inch, digging into you as it bumps your clit. You can't make yourself wait anymore, pulling your shorts down and pressing your knees to your tummy. Like he's there in the room, giving him a perfect view of your dripping hole, untouched and clenching around nothing as you trail your finger across it.

You slip two of them in, too horny to drag it out anymore, you start pumping them in and out of your pussy, convulsing and shivering each time you hit that spot while you arch off the bed. Your other hand works your clit, chasing the trashing of your hips while your drenched cunt pools around your fingers, the sound making you high. It's wet and erotic, your palm slamming against your other hand, the rhythm on your clit rushed and messy, interrupting the pace you need.

You imagine his skilled fingers on you again, precisely circling your swollen nub as he stuffs you with his cock, his hot breath on your neck while his dyed hair tickles your face, wet kisses adoring your skin as he's about to stuff you full of his cum, press your legs to your stomach until they feel like they're gonna break. He'd try to go deeper than possible, holding your neck so that he can kiss you properly as your bodies rock the bed.

He'd cum first, seconds before you just to make sure that you milk every last drop as you cum and pulse around his shaft, your pussy gripping and sucking him in while he still balls deep inside you, groaning into your mouth.

The sensation of him shaking against you sends you over the edge, your breath being knocked out of you as your thighs flex and clench together, squeezing your hands and trapping them in place.

You're gasping for breath, eyes closing and ears buzzing from your high, light thrust against your clit coming to a stop as you slowly calm down.

Bliss washes over you as you lay there for a bit, chest rising and falling, your body completely relaxed.

You hope it'll all turn out to be worth it and joining the League would just be another step from many to go. Yet you still hope that your feelings were mutual back then. You experience loss too early in your teen years and a lot has changed since. But one thing was constant, you never stop loving someone even after they're gone, and Touya is the biggest proof of that.

You still had his books, pens, shirts and all of the notes the two of you passed around during dinners or classes...and you held onto them long before you found out he was still somewhere out there.

He was stoic and cold most of the time, his affections looked calculated, keeping you on the line throughout the whole friendship, not letting the two of you slip into a relationship. Pausing his flirting as soon as you seemed to get your hopes up.

If not a relationship, you want closure, and you want him, in any form you can have him.

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Slowly you wake up to a pattern of knocks on your bedside table, not having the time to panic or get scared as you're slipping away from your dreams.

When you finally do see a tall white-haired man next to your bed, you raise your hands up in defense, heart skipping beats and toes curling as you back away to the headboard.

"Quiet a stalker aren't you?" Red eyes pierce through you, your quirk activating for a split second until he grabs a hold of your ankle with four fingers.

"You know what the fifth one does...so behave nicely, I'm not here to kill you" You look around the room, avoiding the uncomfortable gaze of the leader.

The shame of your interior upsetting you more than the initial fear of getting murdered.

"How did you get in?" Your locks are too good to be broken down, your alarm system expensive(but stolen) and working perfectly.

A purple portal flashes in the middle of the room. Well not so perfectly, you figure.

"I won't snitch on your obsession cause I couldn't care less, I want you in the League. Pack your shit or run." Your eyes are wide open, watching as the man slips into a portal and disappears, the purple mist still glowing in front of you.

You hurriedly grab a small suitcase, stuffing everything you know is important, already having some luggage packed in case you had to move fast for whatever reason. It comes in handy being organized.

You hide the newspapers you took off your walls, slipping them between your clothes and zipping the suitcase. First impression matters, so you risk wasting a bit of time to pick out an outfit, making yourself look presentable before you slip into a mellow cloud, dragging your stuff with you.

Your heart is pounding, blood rushing to the tips of your ears and the pads of your fingers, pulsing and warming you up.

The leader greets you again, grinning as he leads you to a room, telling you to make yourself at home.

"I wanted to give you a roommate, but that would be distracting" he teases, his teeth still showing as he closes the door behind you. The room is warm and surprisingly not messy at all. Yes, some things are carelessly tossed on the bed or draped over the chair but everything else is neat. You figure out fairly quickly that it was probably occasionally used.

You take your time to explore the room, piling up the stuff that wasn't yours in one corner of it. You unpack one of your suitcases and half of the other, cursing yourself for bringing the evidence of your little plan.

You don't know why you brought it, it seemed useless after you found out where you're going, but you guess it's for sentimental reasons. You didn't plan for it to happen so fast. But they were indeed a bit low on numbers after recent attacks so they must've gotten impatient and started seeking out more people.

You did do everything in your power to get noticed so you do want to take some credit. You smoothen out the sheets before you sit on the bed, thighs rubbing together from nervousness.

Is he on a mission?

How can you play it cool?

What's his favorite food now?

What are his interests?

Does anything make him particularly happy...maybe a hobby?

Should you try using your quirk to lure him in?

Does he know you exist?

Will he recognize you?

Would he remember you even after you tell him?

Maybe you shouldn't tell him.

You stop before you get too deep in your thoughts, deciding that you should make yourself comfortable. It's very likely that he's not there anyways, and he might not even show up soon, sitting there all alone is just making you more anxious.

You decide to leave the room, curious to meet other members that you heard in the hallways a few minutes ago. They were all headed to the same place, so you decided to go to what you figured was the living room.

The smell of alcohol got stronger, and the small giggles and banter got louder. You fixed your clothes one last time before opening the door, seeing the all too familiar faces in the room.

A blonde-haired girl ran to you, almost tumbling them both to the floor as she giggled excitedly.

"I was dying for more girls in this dump, they all stink" she whined, sniffing your shirt. She was grabbed by the collar by the boss, his pinkie up as the girl huffed.

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So that's exactly how you met everyone, sitting on the bar as you silently wished the last member showed any desire in greeting you. He was sprawled out on the sofa in the far end of the room, a beer in hand and a cigarette in his mouth. You've never seen someone so unapproachable before, and it had to be him of all people.

Yet you didn't take it to heart. He was always like this...well minus the alcohol. New people didn't phase him, even more, he hated new. You're not worthy of his time until he deems you as so and you figure he never met "you" before.

But you do glance at him. The whole fucking night, chatting with others but always slipping and almost getting caught. They pointed it out but you just brushed it off as being curious to why he doesn't look like he's enjoying himself.

Even tho, you can practically feel his gaze on your back each time you turn away, feeling flustered you sip on your drink through the night, blushing when you catch him averting his gaze.

He is intrigued, to say the least. The way you move and talk is intoxicating, your voice feeling like something he had forgotten a long time ago. It reminds him of his past and it makes him fairly angry...but it brings some form of comfort he didn't feel in a while. He'll be selfish enough to indulge himself.

And he does. Months. Seeping into years.

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Missions are exhausting, so far you've been on more than you could bring yourself to count. On the run for weeks with little to no rest wasn't the luxurious lifestyle younger you dreamed about.

The comfort of the not so soft bed never felt more heavenly than now. A cheap motel wasn't your form of rest either, but you had to deal, hopping in for a not so relaxing shower with water that jumped from freezing to burning hot every second, tho it did an amazing job on easing the coil in your stomach.

Your quirk is taking a toll on you, control over it fading away as soon as you are laying clean and fresh on the bed. Too much...You were working too much and just teasing the victims never seemed to satiate your quirks' hunger. You second guess your path a lot, especially when you end up alone and exhausted, but you never think about quitting...as weird as that feels. It has its perks you guess...

Him being your partner wasn't one of them. He's practically eating you up, showing off in front of you but ignoring you all the same. You feel like crying from frustration, huffing to yourself before digging into your backpack and grabbing your small toy. It's been a few weeks since you could indulge yourself, the tension of your muscles painful.

Tears are almost freely rolling down your cheeks, your quirk making you feel dizzy as you slip the toy against your clit.

His voice is rough and quiet in your head, the conversations you had playing on repeat, searching for anything that you might've missed.

Every time you thought of one, it was followed by a memory of him pushing you away, smirking before going to do his own thing. He always had a smart mouth, flirting with you but making sure to step right off when he feels like he's dancing on that line.

You bit back equally though, returning the snarky comments and putting up a tough facade all while you tried to cling onto every thread of hope he threw your way.

He was almost sure he heard you though, his real name followed by a muffled cough as you tried your hardest to drown it with small talk. A moment of pure joy after you both made it out alive and safe made you let your guard down.

And when he called off the rest of the mission for the day out of nowhere, you were almost sure too.

But he isn't here now. He didn't follow you, and you're certainly all alone in this empty room. He'll come around...or he'll leave in the middle of the night. You wouldn't be able to blame him for either.

He's in the room right next to you, his fist wrapped tightly around his cock and his eyes squinted shut. He knows exactly who you remind him of, knows exactly what he felt as soon as you joined. You were always similar to her.

Awfully similar.

He knows.

It doesn't feel fair. Not to you or him. But he can't think. He can't focus and he can't stop himself from moaning out your name as his cock slicks up with pre-cum, his other going to his balls and squeezing them lightly.

He feels drunk, even though he didn't drink...well more than the usual amount... his body is burning like it's on fire...which isn't a foreign feeling to him. But it's different, the blood in his veins is warm, surging to the tips of his hands and toes as he fucks into his own fist. He's almost in a haze, fighting the urge to get up and slam your door open. If he runs away now, you'll be safer, maybe quit the League if he's lucky.

But he can't win, messily pulling his pants up and slipping on his shoes, grabbing your door handle in less than a blink as he tries to go back one last time. He has a primal need that pulls him towards you, even when he's not in the same room, it urges him to reach out and chase you, grip on the last straw of sanity and happiness that happens to be you.

Your toy buzzes faintly, sweat gracing your body while you so desperately try to cum. You're too sad and it doesn't help in reaching your high at all, but if you don't do it you feel like you might explode. He knows and he doesn't want you. You wasted your life away. You deserve it for being a creep.

He opens the door cautiously, feeling his cock pulse against the loose buckle. The lamp highlights your tear-stained cheeks and it's criminally hot, illegal even, making his toes curl.

You notice him immediately, dropping the toy on the mattress and using the sheet to cover as best as you can.

"I can't believe you" he whispers.

"Please..." you whine, drinking in the sight of him, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. To leave or to stay...any of the two.You know desire when you see it, praying that he came to quench it.

You're so desperate, craving him, letting go of your quirk and sending hormones to clash and bite against his skin.

You'll lie if you have to, say how you couldn't control it for a second more.

Nothing matters now when he's crawling up your naked body like a starved man, ripping the sheets away, digging his nails into your sides as he ravages your skin like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

And it probably is, the soft nibbles turning rough and hungry as you struggle to hold one, tangling your hands in his hair. You try to pull on it, yearning to kiss him and pour everything you feel against his lips, even if you're just a fuck, you need him to know that you never forgot him.

He doesn't budge, instead, he makes quick work of his pants, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

The room is too warm for you, the air too thick to breathe. You don't know if you want to stop and talk first....maybe you'll have the chance later?

"This is your fault" he huffs, slipping one hand to his boxers to ease the tension, gripping his cock tightly. He'll have to rush it, groaning when your legs subconsciously twitch and spread to let him fit in between.

"I feel like a fucking teenager" he argues, cupping your pussy and hunching over you.

He's missing a few steps, but seeing you so desperate and aching to cum urges him to help you out first.

"Since when did you start luring me in with your stupid quirk huh? Part of your little plan?" he questions, not letting you answer.

You're shaking your head, trying to mumble how you never tricked him into wanting you, not until this exact moment. But words are not your friend right now.

His eyes pierce through yours, beautiful blue swallowed up by the black of his pupils, half-lidded stare stripping you naked. Bare and vulnerable as your back arches, ghosting his fingers over the right spots and making you moan out a soft "Dabi".

It doesn't sound right on your tongue, and he sees the way it rolls off your lips, strained and dishonest.

His large hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place as he works the small bud, lowering his lips dangerously close, whispering across yours.

"Don't close your eyes." he demands.

It's in his arms reach, and everything is so close to making sense. If you look at him, he might start feeling like himself again. One of his fingers slowly dips inside your warmth, dragging the pad of it gently while he presses his thumb against your clit.

Your soft lips fit on his, your hands pulling him in by the back of his neck. He wants to make it slow and romantic, a nice reunion, yet he lets you slip your tongue in his mouth, deepening the kiss.

He's not holding himself up anymore, his body's weight shifting onto you with each thrust of his finger, the clacking sound of your pussy urging him to move even faster, make you feel even better. He adds in another one, watching you mewl and relax.

"That's fucking right, you wanted it, you fucking planned this, you sick fuck" he muses, catching you off guard. There's something bittersweet in the fact that he'll never be able to leave every little aspect of his life behind.

Before you even try to mumble something out, his lips are slamming against yours, teeth clashing and pulling on your soft skin.

You clench around him, riding his fingers greedily and roaming your hands across his back, fisting and gripping at his shirt.

You can feel the blood on your tongue, hissing when he pulls out only to slap his palm over your clit, causing you to yelp and pull away from the kiss.

"Touya, listen-" He shakes his head, nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

"You little stalker...how much work did you do for this cock huh?" he presses against you for good measure, making you feel his hot length on your cunt.

"You have no fucking idea" you snarl, gaining some of the confidence back, wiggling from beneath him.

He kicks his shoes and boxers all the way off, getting on your bed and pulling you to him.

His shirt is thrown messily to the edge of the bed, his hands pressing on the small of your back so that you can tower over him, trapping him between your thighs as he leans against the headboard.

Your ass slides over his cock, your hips moving slowly while he trails your figure, gliding his warm fingers across your thighs and up to your breasts.

Both of his hands cup the soft mounds, eyes glued to yours as he sticks his tongue out of his mouth. Hypersensitive to every little touch, your body shivers as he takes gentle, almost there swipes across your nipple, moving his arms back to your sides while he slips the sensitive bud in his mouth.

He lowers his thumb to your clit, flicking it slowly while he nips at your tits, biting and sucking marks across the smooth skin. His cock hooks and prods at your hole each time you both sway against each other, teasing you until the knot in your belly becomes too tight, skin crawling with pleasure wherever his body meets yours. He can hear your breath hitching in your throat, grinning while he speeds up the work on your clit, patiently waiting for you to start arching into his hand. He's gonna make you feel so good...convince you that chasing after him was the best decision you made in your life. Make up for all the years you had to deal with everything on your own.

He can feel your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him push up in one slow and deep motion, immediately feeling the spasms of your soft walls gripping tight around his length. You let out a shaky breath, riding out the first high that finally satiates your quirk if only for a bit, making you drop your weight on him.

"There we go...Feeling better?" the ground might swallow you up, but when his hips start to lazily buck into you, you get distracted...You didn't notice how full you are, every inch pushing and stretching perfectly. You realize his finger never really stopped, only slowed down while he built up the agonizing pace he's bouncing you on.

You know your quirk makes you needy, but it makes everyone even more so, the realization that he probably feels like 9 circles of hell causing your hips to move, meeting his thrusts more roughly.

His head moves back to the headboard, eyes glued to yours as you ride him, propping yourself on his shoulders.

He ignored the burn of his body, too intoxicated and keen on making you feel better to focus on his aching cock, getting drowned in pleasure now that he can experience everything clearly.

You're beautiful.... and he wants to break you, make you blabber his name as you cling to him like he's the only one that can make you feel good. And he's gonna make sure he is. He admires you for a moment, cheeks heating up while watches your tits bounce, your eyes averting under his stare.

Your world turns upside down, your head sinking into a soft pillow as your legs are pushed as far as they can go.

You're scared to look away now, his gaze never breaking when he starts plowing in and out of your cunt, slamming his cock all the way in with each thrust.

His feet dig into your mattress, making the cheap bed creak.

You don't know where to put your hands, switching from the sheets to your thighs.

"Dumb little whore...is this all it takes?" he moves lower to you, pressing your spit coated lips against his.

You manage to hook your arms around his neck, swinging your legs behind his back.

He's plowing too deep, his navel bumping against your clit. He can't make himself pull out at all anymore, stuck on humping inside your pussy, slamming and angling his cock until you cry out.

Panting and groaning against your lips, he manages to slip a few curses, hissing when he tries to stop himself from cumming. Your quirk is cruel.

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you still as he bottoms out completely, feeling his cock throb and spill, your walls tightening up against his shaft as hot cum paints them white.

He's high and addicted, already fucking his cum deeper, making sure it goes into every little crease and pore it can reach. You slip your fingers to your clit, trying to get yourself off while he rocks both of you.

"You wanna cum? Wanna milk my cock again huh? Want me to knock you up?" He's stammering it out, words spilling from his mouth in a rush, feeling the burning of his sensitive head as he picks up the pace again, slapping your hands away.

He raises just a bit, pressing one of his large palms on your belly.

His other hand slips to your clit instead, circling and flicking it to make you reach your high before he fills you up again.

Your whining does nothing to slow him down, his motions too rough and almost painful, your cervix bruising up when he presses even harder on your tummy, making your hips buck off the bed.

"Want you to cum...want you to make a mess..." he urges, a low rumble in his throat.

You can only nod, grabbing both of your thighs and spreading them further for him, your pussy open and on display to him to watch as it hugs his cock, slick and dripping.

You have to close your eyes, too embarrassed as you feel the burning sensation surge through you, eyes watering from the pressure as you finally let go. Your whole body tenses up, a low scream slipping out of your mouth when clear liquid splashes over your thighs and stomach, leaking onto his cock.

"Fucking hell" is all you can hear before he stuffs you full again, this time dropping onto your chest as his knees and feet numb out, hot breath tickling your neck as he moans against your skin.

Your weak hands slump on his back, muscles relaxed and barely working.

Someone is supposed to say something...minutes passing by quickly.

Your tired voice fills the room, a soft "Touya..." reaching his ears as you trail off. You're not sure what you wanted to say, but he holds you a little tighter, heart beating faster at the sound of his name.

He kisses your cheek softly, snuggling into the crook of your neck. "Fucking creep".

[quietmyfearswith]

setting off ; stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 2,463 words

summary — in which steve and bucky get the happy ending they deserve with their best doll.

warnings — implied smut, fluff, talks of starting a family, no curse word i think?

pairing — stucky x fem!reader

a/n — pretty self-indulgent lol,, feedback is appreciated and asks/messages are open!

tagging — @la-cey​ @pedropcl​ @iloveshawnieboi​ @isysen​

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“Can someone at least give me a hint of where we’re going?” Y/N whined for what would be the fifth time in the last hour. She had been asleep for the first three hours of their travel, but now that she woke up she struggled to return to slumber so instead she ate some snacks as she begged her two boyfriends to give her a faint clue of where they were going.

Steve was currently driving to their destination; he was exceeding about five kilometers the stated speed limit, which was enough evidence that he was excited to reach the end of their trip. Thankfully, the pick-up truck they bought allowed two more passengers beside the driver in the front so she was sandwiched in between the two super soldiers.

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you where we’re headed, doll,” Bucky swatted her thigh playfully, before gulping down the rest of his water bottle. “It still would be,” She argued as she swatted his thigh too, “You can tell me the location of where we’re and I still would be surprised with the actual place we’re gonna be staying at.”

Pissed with her logic, his metal fingers tickled her sides, causing her to attempt pushing his hand away, giggling as she squirmed further into Steve’s side. “Stevie! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Steve scolded them, chuckling to himself when they settled down immediately and both pouted at him. “Are you sure you’re our boyfriends and not our babysitter?” Bucky giggled at her comment, even pecked her cheek to show how proud he was of her remark.

The former Captain America playfully rolled his eyes as he sighed, “And here I was pulling up to our destination when I should have gone here alone and not show you the present we got you.” Upon registering his words, she sat up straight and twisted left and right as she excitedly asked, “Your present? What did you get me? Please give me a clue! Please, please, please!”

Bucky laughed at her pumped up state, bopping her nose he assured her, “Well the only clue we’ll give is that we looked and searched hard for this gift of yours — we knew you had to have the best one.” Pouting and nose scrunching up in confusion, she turned to Steve and before she could even speak, he was already saying, “What Buck said is true, we hope you like our present.”

Pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek — she wanted to kiss his lips but didn’t want to distract him from driving — then a short, teasing kiss on Bucky’s lips she reassured them, “You both know I will always appreciate whatever it is you give me.”

Covering her eyes with his flesh hand, the former Winter Soldier smirked, “Well the only way to find out is when you see it. Keep your eyes closed for a while okay?” She whined but was quickly being shushed, “We’re pulling in now and you’re about to see your present!”

Once she felt the car come to a stop, she clawed at the hand that was shielding her from seeing her present as she thought she was permitted to look at it. But as she was being guided out of the truck with the hand still covering her eyes, she felt that maybe it still wasn’t the cue for her to see it.

“Okay stand there, are you alright?” Steve asked after guiding her to stand at a certain angle. “I’m fine, Steve! Now show me already! I’m getting impatient,” She was about to beg their ears off until Bucky slid his hand out of her eyes and she gasped out upon seeing the house. “Here you go, doll. Our brand new home.”

Her eyes became glossy as tears were peeking out, as she turned over to them and choked out, “A lake house?” Steve nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes before they got the chance to spill and kissed her lips, “Yes, doll. Your dream lake house.”

“We chose a secluded one so that way no one can complain when we’re too loud at night,” Bucky’s cocky reply was short-lived since Steve hit his arm which only made their girl laugh and hug them both. The two took her tight hug as a sign that she loved it. Removing himself early from the hug, Steve called, “Come on now! We still need to show you around the house!”

With every step she took, she clung onto each of her boyfriends’ hands tightly. The white coat of the house made her feel even more serene. Having multiple levels, she wondered about how many rooms there were, “How many floors and rooms are there? There seems to be way too many.”

“Five rooms, excluding the game and theater room that is. And there are two stories plus the basement.” Steve recalled as he opened the front door, the sight of the living room immediately greeted her. Soft couches, neat fireplace, and bookshelves beside a vinyl player greeted her. Sitting down on one of the seats, she giggled when the mattress was soft enough that it almost engulfed her completely, “I love this so much!”

Bucky picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the kitchen!” Placing her back to stand on her toes, he showed her how they fulfilled her dream kitchen of having two refrigerators, two ovens topped with an incredible gas stove, as well as a spacious countertop for when she baked and cooked for them. Smiling, she hugged Bucky and kissed his bearded cheek, “I love it so much! ‘M gonna stay here all the time now.”

Perking up at her statement, Steve smirked as he offered his arm for her to hold on to, “May I show you my favorite part of the house?” Finding it silly with how fancy he was being, she tangled an arm around his, while her other arm stretched out for Bucky to hold on to and his bionic hand laced with hers, “I’d love to see it, Mr. Rogers.”

Opening the black, wooden door, she was shown the master bedroom with a bed large enough to accommodate the three of them. “You cheeky bubba! The bedroom?!” She laughed as she plopped herself down on the soft mattress.

You’d think despite them being centenarians they would be stiff and boring, but the way they jumped in the bed and tickled her sides or rubbed their beards on her neck to elicit even more giggles from her suggested that they were more lively than you would suspect.

“Stop! I concede,” The last word was prolonged into a squeal with the way they were attacking her gently. Taking mercy on her, they stopped as they laid beside her, an arm draped over her figure as they traced her skin with their fingertips.

“I love it,” She spoke, filling the tranquil silence, “Thank you so much for this. I love you both so much.” Bucky cleared his throat and kissed her tricep, “Well this was something we hoped you’d love. And something we wanted to give you, as a thank you.”

Both super soldiers agreed not to mention the little part he slipped up; Steve smacked his flesh hand and groaned a bit. “As a thank you?” She sat up as her eyes shifted over between the two men. They followed her as they sat down too and explained to her, “Buck and I have come to realize how much you have sacrifice for us.”

“The way you stood up for me when the whole Accords happened,” Bucky continued and recalled how she stopped their airport battle when she stopped them upon uncovering the truth and seizing Zemo for discovering his plans. “You fought and stood up for me when everyone else was convinced I was the bad guy.”

Her hand caressed his cheek — her touch had cured him of his terrible association with physical contact. Images of when HYDRA treated him horribly in Bucky’s own time vanished from his mind every time he physically came in contact with someone thanks to her gentle handling of him and her incredible patience. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, she was about to speak until Steve spoke up, “When we said that we wanted to step down from being Avengers, it was because of you.”

“Me?” This shook her to her core. She knew about their exhaustion with all the fighting that they had to do in order to save the world — everytime they needed to be patched up and taken care of, she’d done all that for them without complaints. But never did she imagine they would quit being part of the team for her, “I’m so sorry if I made it feel like you have to do all this for me.”

Sensing her panicked state, they both calmed her down as Steve rubbed her thighs while Bucky massaged her shoulders to settle her squirming body, “It’s not like that, doll. I should have been clearer with what I meant.”

Managing to relax, she looked up at Steve with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, encouraging him to speak his mind, “Buck and I talked about how tired we are. All this fighting — even though they all were for a good cause, of course — has started to take a toll on us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well,” He cleared his throat as he felt himself beginning to tear up, “It was evident that we badly needed an exit from this lifestyle that was forced upon us.”

“But we somehow got a hint that maybe there would be no way out for us,” Bucky continued when Steve stared at him to go on, Y/N too followed his gaze and looked at him, “That maybe it was set in stone that our fate would be to fight in battle forever.” Her heart clenched and fell into pieces at that thought. “What a cruel fate that would be, love,” She sympathized.

“Then you came along,” Steve resumed with a smile on his lips, “We now found a reason to keep going and fighting. Because we wanted you to live safely and feely.” She thought that what he said would be impossible to top off with the way her heart was beating wildly against her chest, lips pursing as she pouted in adoration. But Bucky wasn’t going to let anyone — not even Steve — outdo him so he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he spoke sincerely, “We wanted to give you the life you deserve. A life far from danger and uncertainty. So we bought this secluded lake house — giving us the chance to be ourselves and do whatever we want.”

What Bucky said was a close runner up to Steve’s words and she couldn't help but coo at their word as she tried her best to wrap her smaller arms around their hulking figures, “I love you both! So so so so much! I’m incredibly blessed to have the two of you in my life!” Wanting to snap out of their dreamy state, Steve clapped his hands, “Well how about we prepare our lunch.”

Excited at the thought of preparing a meal in her new kitchen, Y/N jumped off the bed with a smile as she scurried off to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make us some sandwiches!” As the two two super soldiers looked at each other after both taking note of how excited their girl was they both thought of the same thing — they made the right and best decision.

After munching down the delicious turkey avocado sandwich with chipotle mayonnaise, they all retired to the deck; both Steve and Bucky were lounging around on one of their chaise lounge chairs as they were clad in their swim shorts while Y/N swam around for a bit on the clear, warm water.

“I can get used to always swimming,” She stated once she reached the top of the pool’s ladder and walked towards them, sitting down on Steve’s lap as she drank some of the iced tea they had prepared. “I, on the other hand, know that I can get used to seeing you in your swimsuit,” Bucky wolf whistled as he openly gawked at her bikini-clad figure.

Despite being with them for quite a few years now and getting used to Bucky’s playful behavior, she still gets bashful when she’s on the receiving end of Bucky’s silver tongue. She clicked her tongue at him as an attempt to weakly silence him, “Bucky Barnes! You and your silver tongue; someday I will catch you off guard the way you do to me.”

Steve decided to join in but unfortunately it didn’t help her cause, “Oh doll, I love you but we all know you get flustered even at the mere thought of flirting at us.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, as if he was comforting her; which Bucky found amusing as he chuckled. She hit Steve's shoulder as she scowled at Bucky, the two then decided to end their playful banter against their girl.

Upon being signalled to pull his chair closer to where Steve was sat, Y/N played with Bucky's metal fingers as she laid her head on her other boyfriend’s chest, “I love you both. Really, I do,” She lifted her head to kiss Steve’s slightly chapped lips deeply before muttering, “I love you, Steve.” To which he said the same without missing a beat.

“I love you, Bucky,” She declared before leaning over to kiss his lips with the same passion and vigour. “Can’t wait for this new chapter that’s waiting for us,” She sighed out, blissed and content.

Steve’s warm palm caressed her stomach as he spoke with hope, “Who knows? Maybe we can start our family now.” She knew it was something he wanted — even way back in the 40’s he was already hopeful for a family of his own. Bucky, however, always wanting to spite and retort Steve just for the sake of it quickly countered, “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of dogs so the house isn’t too quiet.”

Y/N laughed when both her boyfriends stuck their tongue out and made silly faces to tease each other even more; breaking up their fight, she turned to them and reassured them, “No matter what lies ahead, I know we all can agree that we will venture it together.” And the silence laced with the content smiles they had on their faces gave her the confirmation that indeed, they will go through it all together.

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Of Miracle Births and Other Wonders

tagging @today-in-fic

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

The lady behind the reception desk sends Mulder and the two kids up to the fourth floor of the hospital. They find another reception area with another helpful nurse. She tells them a doctor will be with them very soon to give them an update on Scully's condition. The few minutes they have to wait tears every nerve in Mulder's body, putting his patience to a hard test. Then, to his great relief, a good-looking woman in her late thirties approaches them. "Hello Mr. Scully, my name is Dr. Hanson, I am taking care of your wife," she says, holding her hand out to shake his.

"Uh, nice to meet you, Doctor, but my name is Mulder. These are our children, Emily and William," Mulder says, nudging them both in front of him. "How is Scully? I mean, my wife? How is she?"

"Hello everybody," the doctor says good-naturedly. "Your wife is perfectly fine, Mr. Mulder. She is doing great with her breathing technique. Her cervix is at 5 centimeters, so we still have some way to go. The baby is in good shape, she is in good shape, so we believe we will have a smooth delivery in a couple of hours. Are you all coming to the delivery room?"

William is aghast, his eyes saucer-wide. "What? Ew, no way! Gross!" He shakes his head vehemently. "Never ever!"

Mulder looks at his daughter. "Em?"

Emily thinks for a moment but quickly decides against it. The thought of seeing her mother in pain, even if it was for a good cause, makes her uncomfortable. "I'd rather stay with Will. We don't want him sitting here all by himself," she says.

"I don't need a sitter," William snaps, "I'm not a baby."

"But you definitely behave like one," Emily fires back. "Now shut up and be nice so dad can look after mom and doesn't have to worry about us at each other's throats out here."

"Alright," Doctor Hanson says. "The waiting area is over there. There are magazines and a vending machine. If you need anything, ask the nurse at reception. Follow me, Mr. Scully...I mean Mr. Mulder, sorry...your wife will be happy to see you." She leads the way to the delivery room. Mulder presses a kiss on Emily's hair and waves at William who has already plummeted into a chair. "Okay, kids. See you later then," he says and hurries to follow the doctor.

"Say hello to mom from us," Emily shouts after him, "and good luck!" She looks after her father who disappears through a swinging door marked Deliveries, then trots toward the waiting area to join her brother. She places herself in a chair next to him, looks around, gets up again to leaf through a pile of magazines on one of the tables, finds nothing of interest, goes back to her chair, and lets herself fall onto it with a sigh.

"You could've gone with dad, if you wanted," William tells her without looking up from his phone.

"Nah, I'm good."

Both sit in silence for a while. William is totally absorbed in a game on his smartphone, Emily pulls a history book and some pencils out of her backpack and starts reading, writing notes on the pages in different colors here and there. William shakes his head when he sees her doing that. "That's so old school, sis."

"Well, it's good for me. This way, the information stays longer in my brain than when I read it on a screen. You may call it old school, bro, I call it efficient mnemonics."

"Whatever," he sighs, his eyes back on the screen.

"Hey, what you said in the car, that mom doesn't care about us anymore, what did you mean by that?"

"I meant what I said, whatever the baby needs comes first, and we will play second fiddle. Or maybe even third. But I don't care. If things get unbearable, I will ask to go to boarding school. They can play house with the new baby then and I won't be there to bother anyone with my presence."

"You're being ridiculous, Will. Mom and dad will never let you go to boarding school, and I can't believe it will be anything like you just said."

William only shrugs. The narrative in his head has solidified like concrete, and he can't imagine a worse place to be right now. The best he can do is immerse himself in this online game and forget about what is happening at the other side of the door his father vanished through. After some hours of playing (thank God he brought his charger) and a short nap with his head leaned back against the wall, his stomach grumbles. "Are you also hungry, Em?"

"Well, I could have a snack. How long have we been waiting?"

"We came here at 10:45 am, now it's almost 6," William tells her, looking at the big clock on the wall of the waiting area.

"Wow, seven hours already. Poor mom. I wonder why dad hasn't given us an update."

"Do you think something is going wrong and he doesn't want to tell us?" William says, his voice trembling a bit.

"I don't think so."

"It's not so unlikely at mom's age."

"And how do you know?"

"I read stuff."

"You read stuff. Where?" Emily has problems picturing her brother behind a pregnancy textbook.

"On the internet, where else? If you google 'late motherhood' you get thousands of hits. And they all tell you women should have babies in their twenties and thirties, not their fifties. There is a reason for that. Nature doesn't want you to have a baby when you're old."

"Mom's not old."

"For having babies she is. She should be a grandmother rather than giving birth."

"Well, if she was a grandmother, I would already have a baby," Emily points out pensively, then adds a determined, "no thanks!"

"I just can't believe they let this happen."

"Let what happen?"

"Getting mom pregnant. Why? How?"

"Well, I can tell you how..."

"Ew, don't!" William imitates a gagging sound. "But why?"

"I guess it just happened."

"There are ways to prevent getting pregnant, I hope you are aware of that, unlike our parents apparently. I don't want to be an uncle on top of this any time soon. How could they have been so dumb? I don't get it. For all the times mom lectured us about condoms and safe sex, she didn't follow her own words." He shakes his head showing his disapproval and lack of understanding quite clearly. "I will never have sex, that's for sure."

Emily gives a slight chuckle. At fourteen, her brother most certainly doesn't have any idea of the joy of it. When he gets older and starts fancying girls, he might rethink his attitude, but something else is hitting her the longer their conversation goes. "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

"Well, what else was I to do? It has been the main topic in our house for the longest time. I guess, sometimes they even forgot I was still living there."

"Bullshit."

William is done explaining his thoughts. His sister obviously isn't getting the point either, just like his parents. "Now are we getting something to eat, or what?"

"You hangry?" Emily asks with a smirk and he is glad she has taken the bait and they changed the topic.

"After seven hours of wasting my time in this stuffy waiting room, I think I am allowed to have a bite to eat. Do you have change for the machine?" The boy is inwardly fuming at his father for once again neglecting him by not giving him money for food.

Big sister overtakes Em again, "I am definitely getting us something more nutritious. There has to be a cafeteria somewhere with sandwiches and a drink with less sugar than what I see in that machine." The idea of having to deal with a cranky brother on a sugar-high isn't very appealing. She gets up from the chair, her mind set on improving her brother's mood with a tasty snack. Plus, the hunt for food will give her something to do instead of mulling over what her mother is enduring at this very moment in the delivery room. "Text me, if you hear something," she tells her brother before she leaves him alone.

He tries to distract himself with the game again, but his thoughts keep going back to six months ago when his world turned upside down. The situation was surreal. His parents had prepared one of their usual Sunday family dinners, Emily had come to join, and with the dessert they served them the news of the pregnancy. His sister's piercing shriek of surprised joy hurt his eardrums and he almost choked on the pie he had in his mouth. His mother annoyed him with science book citations about the finer points of late motherhood and male ongoing virility that made him want to cover his ears entirely and yell 'too much information' at her. The worst was his dad though. The puppy eyes with which he was looking at his mom and the silly petting of her still flat stomach caused a severe tickling in William's throat. To this very day, he hadn't gotten past the shock. He shakes his head to make the unpleasant memories disappear.

And then, of course, what had to happen happens: Emily is gone for about fifteen minutes when Mulder appears in the waiting area with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. "Waiting time is over, the baby's here! It's a girl! A healthy, beautiful little girl," he announces, his voice full of pride and also relief. He looks around, surprised to find William alone. "Where is your sister?"

"Getting us a snack. Is mom alright?"

"She is. She did great. I am so amazed by that woman." Mulder's whole face lights up. "She sent me to get you guys. When will Em be back?"

"I don't know. She's been gone for about 20 minutes now, it shouldn't take her much longer. I mean only if she hasn't met a cute guy she needed to get into a conversation with." William rolls his eyes so hard he sees the back of his head, his voice high-pitched on 'cute guy'.

Mulder is still so high on adrenaline that he doesn't chime in, although he too has been annoyed more than once by his daughter's tardiness, and the reason has often enough been a 'cute guy'. "Okay, gotta go back to Scully, I don't want to leave her and the baby alone for too long," he says. He points toward a long gray hallway with several doors on each side. "We're in room 302 over there on the right. As soon as Em gets back, come and join us. Mom is waiting for you guys."

"But dad," William laments in vain, his father is already around the corner. "Great," he mumbles to himself. First, they drag him out here and make him wait endless hours in an uncomfortable chair only to be here when the baby is born, and now that it is born, they don't have a problem with him standing around for God knows how long until his tardy sister is back. Typical. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, types in 'get here asap', his fingers flying over the screen, and slams the send button.

Impatience gets the better of him soon. There is no more sitting in the chair and playing online games for him now, he is pacing the waiting area, glad that nobody else is there to see him in this state. If Emily isn't back soon, he'll explode, he thinks, but it takes another 20 minutes until he sees her leisurely strolling down the hallway. He sighs in relief when she finally stands in front of him, a cardboard tray in one hand filled with two drinks and something to eat he can't quite figure out, and some flowers wrapped in paper in the other. "It's about time!" he lets her know.

"Sorry," Emily says quite relaxed, "I was just standing in line to pay for the food when I got your text. This hospital complex is huge and a bit confusing to be honest. I'm not sure I took the shortest way on my way back. Healthy muffins, iced tea, and something for your sweet tooth," she says with a grin, holding the tray out to William. "What happened?"

"What happened? What do you think happened? The baby's here, of course, and mom wants to see us!"

Emily gives a girly shriek that hurts William's ears once again. "Yay! Great! You could've been a bit more specific in your text rather than simply summoning me back here. I thought you were just craving the food."

"Yeah, well, there was food right in front of our noses." William points to the vending machine, unable to keep his outstretched index finger steady. "But you had to go on a hunting trip for some salad leaves and made me stand around here alone wondering."

"Where are they?"

"In room 302. They are waiting for us. It's this way." William nods in the direction Mulder showed him.

"Okay, let's go then."

Side by side, Emily and William take long strides toward the room they were told. "Boy or girl?" Emily asks on the way.

"Girl."

"Yay again! Ah, that's wonderful. I have a little sister," she chants.

William isn't sharing an ounce of his sister's enthusiasm. If he had been given a choice, he would have passed on this experience as a whole, but now that they are standing in front of room 302, by opening that door what he has tried to deny will become real. If only his mom is alright, he will accept all that comes with it: sleepless nights because of the baby crying, smelly diapers, more Thai takeout, and an annoying younger sister on top of an annoying older one. If only his mom is alright. Emily knocks and he hears his mother's voice say "Come in!" It sounds weak, he thinks, and his heartbeat accelerates. When he follows his sister into the room, he braces himself for the worst.

[violetnotez]

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Hey babe! So I match you up with....

 Ｉｎｕｍａｋｉ Ｔｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that  🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay,  Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue. 

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket. 

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted. 

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

[brexrif]

Not Now, Little One

This is my first try writing any fanfic ever! Please be gentle! Not my gif! Just how I imagined he would look pissed and lusting after you 🥰 please let me know what you think!

Warnings: rough smut smut smut 😅

Geralt is brooding and you want attention. He gets mad at you for being so needy and really gives it to ya.

Since posting this, I have written much more about Geralt. Find my master list here: MASTER LIST

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You found Geralt sitting on a stone ledge outside the village you were staying in. He looked out over the wilderness below deeply in thought, his brow furrowed and heavy. You watched his broad shoulders rise and fall with deep and steady breath. He was brooding; no doubt about what had happened earlier when he tried to stand up for an older man in the village that then got taken away by Nilfguardian soldiers behind Geralt’s back. He felt that the old man’s life and punishment is his responsibility to bare.

You glided over to comfort him, placing your small hand on the muscular crook of his neck you could feel how hot he was with worry.

“Cheer up Geralt. It’s not your fault he was taken. The Nilfguardians would have gotten him for treason eventually”

“Hmmm” he replied deep in his chest, his eyes fixed on the wilderness below and the reddening sky.

“It’s getting dark, maybe you should come inside” you said hopefully, sitting down beside him desperate for his gaze.

“Not now, little one”

“But I miss youuu” you cooed, taking his jaw in your small hands and turning him to face you.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” he took your wrist and returned it to your side, casting his gaze low again over the valley below.

Now you were frustrated. Unfortunately for Geralt, his broodiness only made him sexier to you. You could see the weight of the world on his shoulders and on his mind. But you wanted his company, you wanted his attention and you wanted him. He had been so busy with monsters and odd jobs recently he hasn’t been giving you the attention you crave.

“But daddyyyy” you throw one leg over the stone wall and scooch closer to him, straddling the cold and hard ledge, rocking a little to show him what you really want.

“Damnit Y/N, I told you I have a lot on my mind!” He turned to you now, his amber eyes lit with anger.

“You suuuure?” You pull one sleeve of your dress down, exposing everything of your left breast but the very button center of your nipple. You knew what happened when you teased him like this.

He quickly yanked your dress back into place, grabbed your wrist and held it hard against the wall beneath you as he leaned in and growled into your neck,

“What did I tell you about teasing me in public little one?”

You giggled a little, your body trembling under his harsh hold.

“If you want to act like a little whore, I’m going to treat you like one” he rumbled underneath your ear then bit at your neck hard, causing you to gasp a little and rock forward on the wall. Geralt then stood very suddenly, towering over you. You could see the buldge in his tight leather pants straining against the confines of the fabric. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up

“Hmmmm” he growled impatiently, pulling you behind him towards your bed chambers.

You were giddy. Finally getting what you wanted, even if it did mean teasing daddy Geralt and making him mad. He turned to see you grinning and tightened his grip on your wrist. He threw open the door and it slammed into the wall with force. He tore at your dress before closing the door with his foot, letting it the layers gather at your feet.

“On your knees, now” he growled at you, pushing your shoulders down and taking a step back. You worked at the laces of his leather pants and tugged them down his thick, hairy thighs. His cock sprung loose, huge and eager. Even on your knees Geralt was a bit tall for you to reach his cock adequately. Usually you took him in your mouth on the bed or while sitting in a chair. You were surprised when Geralt simply leaned forward on the wall with his forearm and cornered you into it with his towering body. With his other hand he gnarled his fingers in your hair and guided your face to his cock. You licked your lips with anticipation, excited to take him in your mouth again.

“Of course this is what you wanted, you silly little whore” and with that he pushed inside your mouth and secured his length deep in your throat with the help of his rough hand on your head. You choked lightly, adjusting to his massive size and looked up to him desperately for relief.

“Hmmmmmmm” he growled low and long throwing his head back and ignoring your plea. You continued to choke, now making embarrassing and lewd gargling sounds around his cock, but he did not pull his girth from your mouth.

“That’s a good girl, look at you take my cock in like that” he rumbled to you, looking down from his forearm, sweat beginning to bead on his collarbone.

He finally drew your head back from his tight grip in your hair and rolled his hips slightly back. You breathed frantically, taking in the opportunity for air before he thrust into your mouth again. Before you knew it, he was thrusting rhythmically into your throat meeting his cock with the grip on the back of your head. You could feel him getting harder as he hummed above you “hmmmm.”

You could see his eyes closing and his jaw clenching with the hardening of his cock as he pumped into your throat. You couldn’t stop the slurping, gargling sounds emitting from your throat as his throbbing length made way inside you. He was treating you so roughly, but the heat between your legs ignited and you clenched your thighs together, desperate for friction.

He pulled your head back suddenly and upright, pushing himself off the wall and standing over you. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head revealing his bulky muscles, glistening in a fine coat of passion sweat. Scars gnarled his body and the hair thick all over his body smelled manly and musky like he had been fighting all day under layers of armor. You trembled at the sight of him. His size above you, his cock jutting out, grazing your cheek. You looked up at him with a few tears in the corners of your eyes from taking him in your throat for so long.

“I can smell how wet you are from up here” he sang to you deeply, placing a rough hand under your chin and guiding you up. He used his thumb to wipe some slobber and precum off of your mouth. He ran his hands down your jaw and took you towards him in his rough grip. He kissed you deeply, ravaging his tongue through your mouth. You moaned slightly into his mouth as he walked you forward into the wall again. Closing you in he bore down on your mouth, kissing you hard and passionately, his rock hard cock twitching against you.

His hands ran down your body to your breasts. Cupping then roughly in his giant hands he pulled back from you. Now rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers, causing you to buckle with pleasure and bite your lip he whispered harshly,

“Whose tits are these, little one?”

“Daddy’s” you replied breathy, your knees failing as he tortured your nipples expertly, igniting pleasure all through you.

“Mmmmhmmm. And they belong to my eyes only, isn’t that right?” He looked at you hard, his amber eyes stern and locked on you, but you struggled to make eye contact wriggling against the pleasure he brought to your breasts.

“Yes” you managed

“Yes, what?” He growled pushing into you, his hands dropping to your ass, pushing your breasts against him hard.

“Yes d-daddy. Yes daddy” you managed as he pulled at your ass cheeks roughly. He then slid his hands and arms under your ass cheeks and grabbed you by your thighs. He effortlessly lifts you in his arms and carried you to the bed facing him while he sucked at your neck on the way. He tossed you on the bed, a little hard for your liking, but clearly he was still pissed.

“Spread your legs and show me what’s mine”

You took your thighs apart revealing the heat between them and felt the cool air hit the wet slick of your exposed pussy.

“Hmmmm” he sighed and licked his lips. He climbed onto the bed and between your legs, wrapping his arms under your thighs and up to your waist, pulling you down into his mouth. He started slowly, savoring your taste with long and slow laps from your opening to flick your clit. Each drag of his tongue elicited a deep moan from you as you grabbed at the sheets desperately. He expertly worked his tongue on you, sliding in and out of your opening and encircling your clit. You began panting heavily and moaning louder with the strokes of his tongue. You felt the pressure and heat building within you as the Witcher licked at you ravenously. He took his lips to your clit and began to suckle, pausing only to flick his tongue back over the folds of your womanhood. You writhed under him, ready to burst with pleasure. He could tell.

“Mmmmm” he growled into you, vibrations of his deep voice tickling your folds and radiating through you.

“Geralt, I’m gunna cu-“ he pulled back suddenly. All stimulation stopped abruptly.

Wide eyed you sat up slightly to look at him.

“Not until I say so little one”

“B-but” you started but a large finger reached your lips

“You could have left me alone, but now here we are”

Your legs began to tremble beneath him.

“P-please daddy. Please let me cum”

“Hmmm maybe if you’re going to really beg for it..” he trailed off bringing a single finger down to your clit, he wiggled it gently and looked at you hard.

“Beg for it”

“Please, please let me cum daddy, I’ll be good I promise”

And with that he slid that finger deep inside your soaking opening and brought his tongue back to your clit. You grabbed at the sheets desperately, arching your back and moaning loudly until you finally came hard on his tongue. Panting and grabbing at his arms you whirled with unearthly ecstasy as pleasure trembled through your whole body.

“Hmmmm” he pulled away from you growling satisfied and wiping your cum from his chin.

Your vision still swirled but attempted to steady as you slowly blinked your eyes open. You floated back down to earth only to see Geralt of Rivia standing triumphantly over you, glistening with your cum on his stubbled cheeks and a thin layer of sweat over his hairy chest. He smirked at you, almost threateningly, his cock twitched- it was so hard. You started to pull yourself up on your elbows but were quickly stopped when Geralt grabbed your ankle and pulled you roughly to the foot of the bed.

“Are you Running from me Little one? I thought this is what you wanted?”

Still reeling from your last orgasm, he spread your legs again to meet the tip of his cock. He tickled your clit with the head and reveled himself in the cum he had coaxed from you. You moaned, your clit was still so sensitive from your last orgasm. Geralt positioned himself and slowed his length into you. Even though you have taken him many times, it still takes effort to adjust to his size. You wince and throw your head back as he sheaths himself inside you.

“Fuck” he growls as the head of his cock pushes hard on your cervix, your pussy trembling around him. He pulls himself out again slowly, watching as his length leaves the grasp of your folds before slamming it back in.

“Daddy!” You protest the rough treatment from his giant cock. He chuckles at you, wickedly before continuing to push and pull himself inside you. He is stretching the walls of your pussy wide and testing your depths, banging your cervix with every thrust. It hurts, but it feels so good to have his giant cock pumping in and out of you. You’re whining and moaning as he continues, holding your thighs in his powerful hands.

He grunts deeply, his gravelly voice unable to contain the feelings of pleasure. His cock hardens even still inside you as he carries on slamming roughly into you.

He takes a hand up your body without breaking his deep strokes fucking you. He drags his calloused fingers over your stomach and between your breasts up to your throat. He spreads his palm to engulf your whole neck, easily in his large hand.

“I’m in charge. Do you understand me?” He’s practically yelling at you, his volume intensified by the rigor of his hips and to compete with your stifled moans and the skin slapping as he rammed into you.

“Y-yes daddy” you struggle.

“Y/n, do you understand me?” He asks again, tightening his grip on your throat, baring down on your pussy hard and piercing you with his eyes, so severe.

“I understand” you choke.

He shakes your neck with his hand before releasing it suddenly, almost throwing you by your neck around the bed. He hikes your legs up by hooking his giant forearms under your knees and bares into you harder and faster than before. His skin slapping against your ass making lewd, wet sounds in the room to join the chorus of your moans and his ferverish grunting. You feel his cock twitch inside you and become its hardest, a rod of iron inside you. His pelvic bone is grinding on your clit and you feel your pleasure about to burst again.

“Cum for me” he commands.

“Geralt!” You moan breathy as he unloads. With two final powerful thrusts, the Witcher dispenses a load of hot cum inside you as he howls from pleasure, his big fingers digging into your thighs. Feeling him fill you sends you over the edge, your walls convulsing on his cumming cock.

Drunk from pleasure, Geralt collapses beside you, while you breathlessly gasp for air. You are weak from the delirious ecstasy and your body is sore from being handled so roughly. Geralt breaths heavily beside you and lets out a mighty sigh, hissing air through his teeth while rubbing some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. You can feel him dripping out of you and onto the sheets-

“Geralt I think I should cl-“

“Not so fast little one. Did I say I was done with you?”

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Did you like what you read? I have another smut about a bratty reader and Geralt you can find here:

Why Did You Disobey Me?

I have lots of other works about Dom Geralt on my mast list as well:

MASTER LIST

[micks-so-cold]

𝕀 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦

001: y/n moves to California with her mom. Mick is her new neighbor and decides to greet y/n. (Smut)

My mom and I just arrived at our new house in Southern California. We didn’t have an exact reason for moving here specifically; we just wanted to get out of Washington.

A couple months ago, my father passed away from cancer, and our huge house in Washington wasn’t cutting it for us anymore. The extra space only reminded us of his absence more—it only brought us more sadness. So we did the only thing we could—sell it and move far away.

It was late at night when we finally got settled in to our new home. Almost all our possessions were unboxed, except for my own items which were all sitting in boxes in my room.

“I’m going to unbox some of my stuff before heading to bed,” I tell my mom as I stand up from the couch and walk to the trashcan to toss my paper plate away. We decided to have takeout for dinner since there was next to no food in the house.

“I might do the same thing, y/n,” my mom says, standing up and throwing away her plate as well. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

She stands with her arms open, ready for a hug, which I obviously agree to. I never really was a ‘hugger’ until my dad’s death. I didn’t realize how much I would miss his hugs until he passed. I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do to hug him one last time. And because of that, mom and I made it routine to hug at least once a day. She needed the support as much as I did—I could tell.

My room had only one window, which happened to be facing my neighbor’s window. There wasn’t really a ‘scenic’ view like most people would want, or like I had in Washington, but I didn’t mind it. I’d probably keep my curtains shut most of the time regardless of what was outside. That’s what I always did at my old house. I liked my privacy.

Given that, the first thing I decide to do is put up my curtains. It was pretty late, seven o’clock, to be exact, but as I looked out the window, I noticed the summer night sky still had traces of the pink and orange sunset from earlier in the evening. I like to think my dad was making the sunsets for my mom and me; I like to imagine him painting the sky, blending the warm and cool colors together, and watching us admire his beautiful artwork.

As I worked on hanging my curtains, I hear something hit my window. I drop the curtain rod, catching it only just before it could touch the ground.

I look out the window to see what had made the noise and jump back, surprised, when I see a boy, who looked to be only a couple years older than me, standing only a few feet away from my window.

Was I dreaming? Or is walking up to people’s windows just a normal thing in California?

The boy had long, messy, dark brown hair that swept in front of his face and pouty, deep pink lips. He wore a white sweater and black skinny jeans that fit him well.

I didn’t realize I had drawn myself into a trance until the boy snapped me out of it. “Open the window for me so I can stop yelling?” he questions. His voice didn’t sound too loud to me, but I could tell it was raised so I could hear.

I unlock the window and push it up. When I look back up at him, he had a subtle smirk on his face that caused my cheeks to flush a light shade of pink. I look down slightly, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see my blush, though I’m sure he could.

“You’re new, aren’t you? Figured I’d introduce myself. Didn’t mean to frighten you,” he speaks in a deep voice and noticeably slow tone. I just now noticed his thick British accent. “I’m Mick.” He moves a little closer, twirling a joint around his pointer and middle fingers as he does so.

“Throwing rocks at windows is actually a great way to frighten your new neighbors,” I state, regaining a little bit of my composure.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Mick chuckles, like I was the silly one. He leans down and picks up a dirty tennis ball, holding it up for me to see. “That’s why I used this.”

“Right, because that’s so much better,” I say sarcastically.

He tosses the ball to the side. “Certainly is.” I watch him run his fingers through his hair a few times. He glances up at me, like he was waiting for me to speak.

“Okay, Mick, I’ve got to finish unpacking my things. Thanks for stopping by,” I tell him. I didn’t know what to say, and, frankly, I didn’t really want him here. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him—I’m just tired, and I have to unpack before I go to sleep. There was plenty of time tomorrow. He could talk to me then.

I reach up to shut the window, but Mick put his foot up on the window sill. “Don’t I get a name at least? You know, before you kick me out.” His smirk never left his face until he brought his joint up to his lips. He breathes in and turns his head to the side, letting out a puff of smoke, before turning his attention back to me.

“I have the right to kick you out if I never invited you in the first place,” I explain, humored at his persistence. “But my name is y/n.”

“Y/n?” Mick questions. He goes back to twirling the joint between his fingers. “Y/n, what a beautiful name. Y/n.” His voice was almost teasing, but it made my face warm.

“Mick, I-I really—” I start to speak, but he cuts me off.

“You’re really blushing, aren’t you, y/n?” He speaks in a whisper. His blue eyes stare into mine, and his tongue traces his plump upper lip. “You like when I say your name, don’t you, y/n?”

I stood there silently, mouth slightly open, shocked at just how bold someone could be within minutes of knowing another person. Is this how Mick acts with everyone he meets?

“Well, I’m sorry for wasting your time,” Mick interrupts my thoughts. How long have I been silent?

He must think I’m weird now. And I couldn’t blame him. I should’ve replied to his question. But how am I supposed to respond to that?

“Let me make it up to you—I’ll help you get your stuff out of those boxes,” he suggests.

So maybe he didn’t think I was too weird.

His eyes trail away from my face and to the few things that I had inside. He even peaks his head inside to see the emptiness that was on the sides of the room.

“It’s okay. I’ll manage. Thanks,” my voice was quiet—I was nervous. I seemed to only get more nervous the longer we talked. That’s not how conversations should work.

Mick shakes his head and steps inside. For some reason, I didn’t bother stopping him. “I insist,” he tells me, placing his hand over his heart and bowing ever so slightly. We were standing closer now; only a few inches remain between us, and I had to look up at him to make eye contact. He was taller than me—by four inches, at least.

Anxiously, I take a couple steps back and play with my fingers—a nervous habit of mine. Mick follows me, though. Each step I take away from him, he takes one toward me.

On my last step back, my foot gets caught on the curtain rod I was trying to get in place before Mick decided to throw a tennis ball at my window. I stumble backward, squeeze my eyes shut, and let out a squeal as I fall to the ground.

But I don’t end up falling to the ground.

I open my eye to see Mick holding me. His hands were placed on my lower back. “Good thing I stayed, huh? Would’ve landed on your bum,” He chuckles.

“Nuh uh,” I protest. “I wouldn’t have fallen if you weren’t still here...and if you weren’t...” I squirm a little in his arms which were still loosely wrapped around my body. “If you weren’t...” I didn’t want to admit what I was planning to say next.

Mick smiles. “If I wasn’t?” He pulls his bottom lip with his teeth and unexpectedly pulls me toward him. Our bodies were now touching, and I’m sure my heart rate doubled. The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against my bare legs which were only covered by the small, black athletic shorts I wore during the day. “Finish that thought for me, y/n.”

I shake my head.

“Don’t make me force it out of you,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my body. A warm wave rushed through my insides.

I shake my head once again.

“Answer my question...don’t be a bad girl,” he whispers in the same ear, dominance clear in his voice. His breath tickled my ear. I grip the fabric of my white T-shirt and bunch it together in an attempt to keep my composure.

Mick moves his hands off my back and grabs my hands, prying them off the fabric and holding them tightly in his hands. “Am I going to have to punish you?” His fingers slowly rub circles on my palms. “Tell me, y/n, do you think you deserve to be punished?”

I don’t know what came across my, and I don’t know exactly what Mick meant by the word ‘punish,’ but something told me to agree with him. So I nod my head.

“Your words, y/n, use them.” Mick cocked his head to the side while he stared at my lips. He lifted one of his hands to my bottom lip and ran his thumb across it. “I want you to tell me you deserve to be punished.”

“Mick...” I speak, my voice quiet and squeaky, while he held his thumb on my lower lip. “I deserve to...be punished.”

“Good,” he blandly says, licking his lips before immediately taking control.

He pushes me back with his hands which were placed on the top of my chest. My trembling legs eventually hit the side of my queen size bed, and Mick wastes no time pushing my back down to the bed. “I’ll get those words out of you,” he chuckles in a cynical manner. “If it’s the last thing I do, y/n.”

I breathe out heavy pants and nod my head. Mick slips his warm hands under my T-shirt and his fingers crawl up to the cups of my bra. He presses his lips to mine and tugs on my lip with his teeth. “Pretty girl,” he mumbled as he continues his gentle kiss.

I reach to wrap my arms around his torso, but Mick stops me. He lifts his hands off my bra and grabs my hands. “Not so fast, darling. Not when you’re being punished,” he strictly spoke. He gets up off the bed. And walks to the other side of the room.

I frown and sit up. I didn’t want him to go away. I liked this. Whatever it was. I liked the excitement. “You’re...leaving?” I was hesitant to ask. I hope he couldn’t hear the disappointment in my voice.

Mick chuckles. “Of course not.” I watch him reach for a box and untie the thin rope that was wrapped around it to keep it shut. He gripped the rope in one hand and walked back over to me, taking off his shirt as he did so.

I curl up in the corner of the bed, partially nervous, mostly excited. I admire Mick’s slim, toned body as he walks toward me.

“Don’t keep staring at me like that, baby. You’re making me cocky,” he says with a smirk, though we both knew he was already quite cocky. Quickly, I look away with hot cheeks.

He drops the rope on the bed and crawls over to me. “This needs to go,” he says, referring to my shirt, as he pulls it over my head, leaving me in just my black bra with a small lace bow in the center. Mick smiles when he sees it, though I felt embarrassed. I would’ve worn more appropriate clothes had I known this is what I’d be participating in tonight.

“You’re adorable, y/n.” I like watching his lips as he spoke—I liked watching his lips move when my name rolled off his tongue. He licks his lips before removing the clasp from my bra with one hand, clearly experienced, and tossing it to the empty side of the bed. He grabs the rope in place of the bra.

He doesn’t bother explaining to me what he was doing, but I already had a clue when he started to tie my wrists together. And once the knot was secure, he tied the loose ends to the bed frame of my bed.

This was the last thing I expected to happen on my first night in California, but I was glad it was happening. There was something about Mick that I liked, something I just couldn’t quite place my finger on.

“Look at you,” Mick spoke, his voice in awe. He moves over me, his hips only an inch apart from me, and grasps my breast. His thumb circles over my nipple, moving slowly, and he watches my facial expressions as he does so.

I squirm and thrust my hips upward, only to be pushed back down by him. “Still, baby. I want you still,” he requests. “If you’re getting a kick out of this...” he eyes down at my breast which he was still vigorously working on. “Then I just don’t know how you’ll survive when I move further down.” His deep voice made me feel damp down there, something I haven’t felt in a while.

“M-mick,” I gasp when he brings his mouth to my nipple that he wasn’t massaging. His tongue swirls around my breast and I couldn’t help but moan. “More, more, Mick,” I groan and shake my hands, trying to get them out of the tight hold Mick put them in. I wanted to feel him. I wanted my hands in his hair. I wanted my hands on his body. I needed to pull him closer, but I couldn’t.

I arch my back trying to get closer to him as his mouth and hand still worked on my breasts. “Shh, baby,” he hums, clearly pleased with how much I was struggling. “I know you want me, but you’ve been a bad girl, remember?” He teases me.

“I’m sorry...I-I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I need to-to touch you, Mick. I know I’m a bad girl...but I need you.”

Mick ignores my pleads. “What kind of punishment would this be if I gave you what you wanted?” He pokes fun while I continue moving around, trying to get to him.

He continues his suck on my breast while his other hand moves down to my shorts. His fingers slide under the elastic waistband with ease and he pushes them down to my knees.

He suddenly stops working on my breast and sits up. He begins to run his fingers along the seams of my underwear. “I hope you’re ready, baby,” he looks at me with a gentle smile before directing his attention to my panties.

He aggressively presses his fingers over my clit which was covered only by a light pink fabric. I close my eyes at his touch which had such an effect on me—an effect I would probably never understand. “You’re so wet for me,” he comments, pleased with himself. “And I’ve barely even explored down here yet, doll.”

He pulls down my damp panties. “Open your eyes. I didn’t tell you you could close your eyes,” Mick demands. I do as I was told and when I open my eyes I see him holding my cotton panties by the waistband in front of us, very close to my face.

“See what I’ve done to you, y/n?” He asks. I look at the darker pink area of the panties that he caused. I nod my head. Of course I knew what he did to me.

“Next time you wear these, you’ll think of me, understood?” He asks for confirmation. “You’ll remember just how wet I can make you—just how much power I have over you. Got it?”

I nod my head. There was no way I could forget this, even if I wanted to.

“Speak.” His voice was demanding.

“I understand,” I whimper, desperate for his hands and mouth to explore me once again.

“You understand what?” Mick wanted the full sentence.

“Mick,” I groan his name. “I-I understand that you...you hold power over me.” My voice was whiny. I needed him to touch me right now.

“That’s right,” he says, satisfied.

Finally, he brings his finger down to my pussy and plays with my flaps. His warm fingers knew the exact speed at which I liked. I try squeezing my legs together but am expectedly stopped by Mick.

“No, y/n,” he states, looking me dead in the eyes as he continues to work at my pussy. “You’re a bad girl. I don’t know how many times I have to remind you. You don’t get to choose what you do anymore. That’s for me to decided.” Mick’s dominance was more apparent now than ever.

He brought his pointer finger down to my hole and shoved it into me without any warning. I shudder and let out a whimper, immediately thrusting my hips up. “Mick...Mick...” I moan his name. “More,” I whisper.

He shoves two more fingers inside me, and I rattle my arms uncontrollably as his fingers trace up and down my walls, exploring anywhere they please. Mick smiles at my fight to restrict myself as much as possible.

“I hope you’re learning your lesson, baby.” He starts pumping his fingers in and out, slowly at first, but then gradually picking up the pace.

“Faster,” I groan. “Faster.”

“Beg some more and I’ll consider it,” he teases me. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Say my name. Tell me just how bad of a girl you were. Beg for it, y/n.”

“Mick,” I gasp. “Mick I need it...I-I need...it...faster.” My voice rose as I spoke, as I became more and more desperate. “I’ve been a very bad girl, I-I know...but I need it faster...harder.”

And Mick complies. His three-finger pumps become more aggressive. He was faster. “My sweet girl, how do you feel?” He asks me.

“I feel...” I lose track of what I was saying as I was too caught up with his actions.

“Do you feel like you can finish that sentence now.? ‘If you weren’t so...’” He curls his fingers inside of me, making me shake the bed frame. “Have you been punished enough, y/n?”

I nod my head, eagerly. “If you weren’t so...intimidating.”

A/N: Hi!! This is my first fan fiction I’ve written and I hope you like it! Feel free to suggest any prompts you want to read. I’d love to write them. :) Thanks so much for reading! Xx

[gwenbrightly]

The Great Flower Chain Making Competition

Written for the @ninjago-calendar project. The Ninja take Lloyd on a picnic and Cole teaches everyone how to make flower chains.

“He needs normalcy,” Lloyd heard Nya tell his uncle in a hushed voice. He paused outside of his uncle’s room to hear what would come next.  

“But his training-” Wu started in, but Kai interrupted him. 

“But nothing, Master Wu. You can’t expect him to adjust to being the Green Ninja right away without problems. He’s just a kid, so let him be one.” 

There was silence for a moment and Lloyd could easily imagine Nya giving Wu her signature you’d better do as I say or else look to prove her brother’s point. He waited to hear the response, not quite sure what they were talking about, but knowing it involved him. 

“I… suppose you have a point,” Wu admitted eventually, “you can do what you asked on one condition: Everyone stays nearby and return to the Bounty immediately if I contact you.” 

“That’s technically two conditions,” said Nya, pointedly. Wu sighed.  

“Don’t make me regret this.” 

“We won’t,” Kai assured him and then the door opened before Lloyd could disappear around the corner. Nya raised an eyebrow when she saw him.  

“Lloyd, were you… eavesdropping?” 

“N-no,” he insisted at first, but both siblings immediately saw through his lie. 

“How much did you hear, Lloyd?” Kai asked quietly. Lloyd shrugged.  

“I dunno. Not much. But you guys really didn’t have to get on Wu’s case for me over training. I’m fine.” Another lie.  

“Considering we literally just got you back from a group of traitorous snakes, I’d say it’d be completely understandable if you weren’t fine. And besides, it’s our duty to protect you. Even from your uncle,” Kai stated fiercely, ruffling Lloyd’s hair. Nya nodded in agreement.  

“Which is why we convinced him to give everyone the day off so we can take you to do something fun!” she announced. Lloyd blinked.  

“Fun?” he repeated blankly. He had to admit that doing something to get his mind off of, well, everything, sounded appealing. But there was so much to be done now that he knew he was the Green Ninja. Could he even afford a day off? Lloyd wasn’t sure how all this destined savior business worked.  

“That’s right! We’re going on a picnic!”  

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Lloyd questioned, not sharing Nya’s enthusiasm, “I mean, the Serpentine probably want revenge for what happened at the fire temple.” 

“Sure it is. We’ll just have to be careful,” Nya assured him at the same time as Kai insisted, “We only have good ideas!” 

They rolled their eyes at each other, but neither backed down.  

“We’re not taking no for an answer, Lloyd. Fresh air is good for shrimps like you,” Kai continued, giving Lloyd a smile. Lloyd knew he was probably right, though he didn’t know much about fresh air. Darkley’s had always been kind of stuffy.  

Nya looked at him expectantly. He bit his lip.  

“Fine. But if anything goes wrong, I’m telling Pythor to eat you first,” Lloyd relented. A few hours away  couldn’t do any harm.  

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“I think we’re almost there,” Cole announced. Lloyd could just make out the clearing up ahead. After gathering the rest of the ninja and packing lunch, which had been a hectic affair, the group had set out to find the perfect picnic spot. Cole claimed to “know a place” and the others had eagerly followed his lead.  Lloyd had never been on a picnic before, so he wasn’t really sure what they were looking for, but hopefully it would all make sense sooner or later.  

“Awesome,” Nya said, running her hands together enthusiastically.  

“Yeah,” Kai agreed, sounding less excited, “what did you put in this thing, Zane? My arms are starting to get tired.” 

“Oh, just the picnic essentials.” Zane called over his shoulder. Kai held the picnic basket in front of him, giving it a distaste glare.  

“You sure you didn’t pack the kitchen sink?” 

The nindroid deigned not to reply and Kai continued to mutter complaints as they continued down the trail. Deciding to have mercy on Kai after a few minutes (he was a little tired of the complaining), Lloyd asked,  

“Want me to take it for a sec?” 

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Cole cut in, “we’re here.” 

“Thank goodness,” Kai declared, staggering forward to set the basket down on a tree stump. Lloyd rolled his eyes at his dramatics before wandering off to explore while Nya and Jay spread out the ginormous picnic blanket they had stolen from Wu. 

 He found a stream not far from where Kai had left the picnic basket. Sitting down amongst the reeds, Lloyd watched the water ripple and swirl. He could see tiny minnows swimming in and out of the shadows. What other creatures might be lurking nearby?  

Maybe after they ate, Kai would be interested in helping him find out. There could be water snakes, turtles, or maybe even frogs! Frogs liked marshy areas – didn’t they?  

Lloyd could just imagine the look on Jay’s face when he and Kai brought back the biggest, slimiest frog they could find. He giggled maniacally as he skipped a stone across the stream. It bounced a few times before sinking with a soft plunk. The minnows scattered. Lloyd sighed happily, watching them.  

There was something so peaceful about this place. About the way the gentle breeze tickled the flowers that covered the meadow. Maybe he should pick some for Nya. Girls liked flowers, didn’t they? There hadn’t been many girls at Darkleys.  

Of course, there was always the possibility that she was allergic to flowers. After all, Nya had once told him that she had a perfume allergy. He should probably ask Kai about that before he went and picked too many flowers for her…  

“Lloyd! It’s time for lunch.”  

Someone called, interrupting his thoughts. Plans for pestering his honorary siblings would have to wait. Lloyd sidled over to the picnic blanket and plopped down next to Kai, who handed him a plate.  

“So, Cole. How did you know about this place?” Jay inquired as he set out the sandwich supplies. Cole smiled wistfully and explained,  

“My parents brought me here a few times when I was a kid. We would play in the stream for hours and then Mom would teach me how to make flower chains and force Pop and I to wear them. It was really fun.” 

“Aww. That sounds nice,” Nya commented. She held out a jar of peanut butter to Lloyd, who happily accepted it. He slathered some onto his bread, listening to Cole share more stories about his childhood. Lloyd wished his own parents had been around to take him on picnics and have water fights with him. But that wasn’t the way the world worked.  

With a sigh, Lloyd took a bite of his sandwich. Just the right ratio of jelly to peanut butter. Perfect.  

“You mentioned flower chains, right?” Jay asked through a mouthful of food. It sounded more like he was saying, “Ooh entond oor Jane’s ight?” 

“Yeah?” Cole replied, raising an eyebrow. Jay swallowed before continuing.  

“This might sound kinda silly, but… I’ve always wondered how people make those.” 

“Oh, it’s easy!” Cole announced with a grin, “want me to teach you after we finish eating?” 

“I, for one, would love to learn,” Nya stated. She took a bite of jello salad and glanced around at the others, who nodded.  

“As would I,” Zane agreed serenely. Kai smirked and said,  

“Sure. Why not. But I say we make it a competition.” 

“A competition?” Lloyd asked curiously, his eyes widening. That sounded promising.

“Yeah! I’m thinking we each make a flower chain, and whoever has the best one wins. We can, like, have Master Wu judge them when we get back to the Bounty, or something,” Kai explained.

“That sounds kinda fun,” Nya decided, before turning to Lloyd, “whaddya think? You in?”

Lloyd shrugged noncommittally, but ultimately agreed to join in. He had nothing better to do and was awfully curious about these… flower chains, anyway. What was the point of making chains from flowers? It wasn’t like you could use such a chain to trap enemies or anything exciting. Oh, well. He knew this entire trip was just to distract him from Green Ninja stuff. So it was probably okay if there were no practical applications for flower chains that he could use to cause chaos later on.  

The small boy shoved what was left of his sandwich into his mouth and chewed messily as he gazed around the meadow. There sure were a lot of flowers to choose from. He wondered how they would know which were best to use. And how long it was going to take the others to finish their food. Lloyd was starting to get bored of sitting there with nothing to do. 

“All right, listen up, people. What you’re looking for is flowers with nice long stems, like this,” Cole finally announced. He held up a daffodil. “That makes it easier to weave them together. Once everyone has their supplies, meet back here, and I’ll explain the rest. Everybody ready?” 

“Aye, aye, captain!” Jay said. He gave a teasing salute and trotted off across the meadow. Cole rolled his eyes as he watched him go.  

“Apparently, we have started,” Zane observed with a wry smile. The others laughed. 

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say the competition has begun.” Cole agreed. 

“Well? What are we waiting for?” Nya asked before nudging Lloyd, “We can’t let Jay beat us!”

She grabbed his arm and drug him off toward the opposite end of the meadow from where Jay had gone.

“Are teams even legal?” Lloyd heard Kai ask in the distance. 

“I never said they weren’t.” came the response. Nya giggled and came to a stop. 

“This looks like a good place to start picking flowers,” she said, bending over to examine a patch of irises. Lloyd nodded and plucked one, careful to make sure the stem was long enough to meet Cole’s standards. 

“Perfect.” Nya smiled approvingly. She began gathering an armful of flowers of her own. Red, then pink, then white, then purple. The two soon had sizable clumps of irises and various other flowers they had found growing nearby. Ready for the next phase of the competition, they returned to the picnic blanket just as the others began heading back. 

“Congratulations, competitors. You have completed the first challenge,” Cole stated in his best announcer voice. The rest of the group cheered with much more vigor than was truly necessary. They were all quite invested in the competition by this point. 

“Now you must learn how to make flower chains from the pro himself. Watch as I demonstrate,” Cole continued. He showed them how to weave the flowers together by taking clumps of 3 and braiding them in an intricate pattern. Next, he showed them how to connect new flowers to the braid by counting several stems as a single strand while braiding. 

The project had mixed results. Cole kept having to jump in to assist Kai before he could tear his flowers apart in frustration (they wouldn’t stay in place), while Jay’s weaving was so complex that even Zane couldn’t make sense of his strategy. 

Nya and Lloyd were hard at work designing a pattern of colors that was extra appealing to the eye when they realized that they had neglected to collect any blue flowers. Nya nodded her head meaningfully towards Jay’s pile of flowers, which contained a variety of blue wildflowers. Lloyd grinned and swapped spots with her, giving her easy access to Jay’s stash.

“Hey, Jay- I seem to be having trouble with this part… mind helping me out?” she asked ever so innocently. Jay flashed her a smile and scooted closer to her before launching into a tirade about the art of braiding. 

“Mhm. Oh, that makes sense,” Nya commented, pretending to be interested as she slipped a few of the flowers from Jay’s pile into Lloyd’s waiting hands. She continued to do this for several minutes before Jay finally caught on. 

“Hey. Hey wait! You can’t do that!” he protested in frustration. Nya simply smiled. 

“All is fair in love and war, Jay.”

“Yeah!” Lloyd agreed, nodding vigorously. Jay glared at him. 

“Do you even know what that means?” he asked. 

“Nope!” Lloyd said, happily adding a blue flower to his chain. All in all, the picnic had been way more exciting than he’d expected. 

[august-anon]

Complete Masterpost (as of 12/09/2020)

Here is a complete rebloggable masterpost of all my works sorted by fandom. Beneath the fandoms, they are sorted in order of when I posted them. You can also find these on ao3 under august_anon, or on the Masterpost Page on my blog (which is sorted better tbh). Thanks for reading my works!

Total Works: 126

Avatar: The Last Airbender

(’20) Tickletober Day 3 - Stocks - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Aang, Ler!Sokka, Katara, Toph, Zuko - What else is Aang supposed to do when he finds a set of stocks in an abandoned town? NOT see if he could fit in them? 1151 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 9 - Ganged Up On - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Zuko, Ler!Aang, Toph, Katara, Sokka - They'd been plotting all week, and it was driving Zuko insane. The actual reason turned out a lot more innocent than Zuko was worried about. 713 words

Boku No Hero Acadamia (My Hero Acadamia)

(’20) Tickletober Day 18 - Holding It In - [ao3] - EraserMic - Lee!Aizawa/Ler!Yamada - Hizashi demands Husband Cuddles on their day off, but Shouta is being difficult. Luckily, Hizashi knows how to get his way. 799 words

Detroit: Become Human

(’20) Tickletober Day 16 - Massage - [ao3] - RK1000 - Lee!Connor/Ler!Markus - The new software patch has come through, and androids can now feel sensations a lot more similarly to humans. Markus plans to use this to treat his overworked boyfriend to a massage, but things don't quite go as planned. 1770 words

Gravity Falls

(’20) Tickletober Day 1 - Unusual Spot - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Dipper, Ler!Mabel - Mabel not-so-accidentally reveals one of Dipper's tickle spots. 610 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 13 - Wake Up! - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Dipper, Mable, Ler!Stan - Stan may have difficulty recalling anything now, but at least he knows the kids will be a constant. 1691 words

Miraculous Ladybug

(’20) Tickletober Day 15 - Stuck - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Adrien, Ler!Marinette - Thanks to a little yo-yo malfunction, Ladybug finds out something very interesting about her partner. 989 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 17 - Revenge - [ao3] - Gen - Switch!Marinette, Switch!Adrien - In Marinette's humble opinion, this was one of the most ridiculous scenarios she could imagine them finding out each other's identities. 799 words

Sanders Sides(/Cartoon Therapy)

Still Got It - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Lee!Virgil/Ler!Roman - Roman is frustrated that he's never heard Virgil laugh. Logan presents a solution. Turns out, after all these years, Virgil is still ticklish. 2350 words

You Brought The Laughter Back - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Lee!Roman/Ler!Virgil - Virgil may not have the experience Roman has, but his fingers definitely work magic, if Roman's reactions are anything to go by. 2170 words

I’m Not Ticklish - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Logan/Ler!Roman -  Logan has had a thing for tickling as long as he could remember, and he’s rather good at hiding it. It only takes one slip-up for Roman to find out and make his fantasies come true. 5588 words

Calorie Counting - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton -  Roman is struggling with his new system of trying to lose weight. Luckily, Patton is always there for him. 1496 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 1 - Feather - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Patton, Roman, Virgil -  Someone's been sneak-tickling Logan, and he's determined to find out who. 727 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 2 - Fingers - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Patton -  Logan is ever so rudely awoken from his nap. 278 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 3 - Unusual Spots - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman -Roman finds a rather unusual method of warming his hands, leading to the discovery of a rather unusual spot for Patton to be ticklish. 278 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 4 - Stocks - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan - Roman agreed to help Logan with some of his "experiments." He would never admit how much he loved it. 864 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 5 - Tools - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Logan -  It's Virgil's turn to help with an experiment, and he's getting a little impatient waiting for what he truly wants. 684 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 6 - Gang Tickling - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Logan, Roman, Patton -  Virgil's been in a certain kind of mood for a number of days, now. It's a shame no one's noticed enough to take advantage of it. 674 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 7 - Light Tickles - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -Logan isn't sleeping. Again. Luckily, Virgil has a remedy. 461 words 

(’19) Tickletober Day 8 - Hard Tickles - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Logan -  Patton really wants to be wrecked. Logan is happy to oblige. 455 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 9 - “I’m not ticklish” - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Lee!Roman/Ler!Virgil -  Roman insists he's not ticklish. Virgil insists that's impossible. What else is there to do except test it out? 446 word

(’19) Tickletober Day 10 - Arms Up - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton - Virgil did ask for this, after all. Now all he needed to do was actually hold out. 218 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 11 - Sneak Attack - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Logan -  Patton is really much more sneaky than anyone gives him credit for. They really should start expecting it by this point. 233 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 12 - Unusual Tool - [ao3] - Royality - Lee!Patton/Ler!Roman - A not-so-peaceful moment together of doing chores leads to the discovery of a new possible tool of torment for Roman and Patton. 269 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 13 - Feet - [ao3] -  Virgil can finally get his revenge on Patton for all the tickling, with the help of a few little piggies. 289 words

(’19) Tickletober 14 - Favorite Spot - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman, Patton, Logan -  It was no secret that everyone in the mindpalace had their favorite spots, whether to tickle or be tickled. The rare thing was that, for one specific side, the favorite for everyone was unanimous. 194 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 15 - Cuddles - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil, Patton, Roman - Logan's been overworking himself and refuses to relax, even when everyone forces him to take a break. Luckily, his fellow sides know just what to do. 661 words

Work of Art - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Logan/Ler!Roman -  Roman just really wants to paint on his super attractive boyfriend. Logan, surprisingly (or not so surprisingly), is very willing. 1357 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 16 - Tickly Kiss - [ao3] - Moxiety - Lee!Patton/Ler!Virgil -  Patton's having one of his "bad for no reason" days. Luckily, Virgil always seems to know what to do. 578 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 17 - Tickle Fight - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman, Virgil, Patton -  Virgil wasn't sure how it started, but he was going to try his hardest not to lose. 211 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 18 - Chase - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton, Virgil, Logan -  Roman may have wanted it, but he certainly wasn't going to make it easy for them. 194 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 19 - Stuck - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton -  Roman probably should've thought this through before he did it... 242 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 20 - Hysterical - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  It's Virgil's turn to experiment. He wants to know what it takes to make Logan hysterical. 343 words

The Attack of the Garra Rufa - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman -  Roman recently acquired a new spellbook and he is very excited to test out the new spells inside. 712 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 21 - Accidental - [ao3] - Logicality - Lee!Patton/Ler!Logan -  Logan didn't mean to brush against Patton's side, but he definitely didn't expect the reaction it produced. What did Patton expect him to do when he realized the mind palace's tickle monster was ticklish? NOT tickle him? 642 words

(’19) Tickletober Day 22 - Tickly Massage - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Logan/Ler!Roman - Logan's been overworking again, which was causing his back pain to flare up again. Roman comes by to make sure he has a break. 994 words

We’ll Be Here, Always - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Logan, Virgil, Roman -  Patton can't always be happy, as much as he loathed to admit it. Sometimes he had bad days. Sometimes, those bad days had no rhyme or reason or cause. Luckily, his family's always there to support him. 5039 words

Could Use a Laugh - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton -  Patton's got his hands on Roman's new spell book. He can't wait to put it to use! His first target? A grumpy little side who could use a little more laughter in his life. 1063 words

The Prettiest Monster - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Virgil -  All Roman wanted was to teach Patton makeup. He didn't expect to be playfully attacked in response. 1054 words

Feathery Feet - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman -  Roman has decided it's his turn to play with his new tickle spells on the mind palace's favorite emo. 664 words

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Bright - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Logan -  Logan knows that Patton is plotting on coming for him next with those silly new spells. He figures the best way to counter that is by getting him first. 892 words

It’s Christmas, Wake Up! - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Roman, Logan, Ler!Patton -  Patton thinks his fellow sides are taking a little too long to wake up, and he's ready to start the day's festivities. Luckily, he has the perfect idea for getting them out of bed. 1224 words

Even Santa’s Elves Need Naps - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman -  Patton's been attempting to take on the monumental task of planning and setting up Christmas all on his own. Roman has decided he needs a break, and maybe a good laugh. 751 words

Dancing Around the Issue - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan -  They were supposed to be rehearsing. It wasn't Roman's fault he was so ticklish. 1665 words

Prince Feathersword - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Logan, Patton, Virgil, Ler!Roman -  Roman’s been on a bit of a nostalgia binge, recently, and couldn’t help but remember a special sword a certain tickly pirate had... 3878 words

The Tickle Monster Always Wins - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton -  Roman really shouldn't have doubted Patton's skills as a ruthless tickle monster. He was really in for it, now. 3220 words

Broken Logic - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  Logan had done enough ticklish "experiments" on the others to know that they would be ruthless in their revenge, but truly? He wasn't complaining. And he certainly wasn't complaining when he heard Virgil's threat to absolutely break him. 2689 words

Content (Valentickle) - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Switch!Virgil/Switch!Roman -  It was meant to be some cuddling after a Valentines Day well-spent. Not that either of them were complaining with the playful turn things had taken. 1605 words

Kitten’s Got Claws - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  Virgil’s suspicious of Logan’s motives now that he’s started using Roman’s tickle spellbook as well. He figures he might as well be proactive and get the nerd, first. 895 words

Giddy Kisses - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Logan/Ler!Roman -  Roman has a quite the sweet gift for Logan. It’s not his fault his boyfriend is so ticklish. 599 words

Scooch - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman - The couch may be a comfortable place for a nap, but Virgil is sorely mistaken if he thinks he'll be able to commandeer it for long. 401 words

Joyful Noise - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Logan, Roman, Patton -  Virgil tiredly lets something slip on his Christmas list, but it doesn't turn out as bad as he fears. 1222 words

Cold Fingers, Warm Laughter - [ao3] - LAMP - Switch!Virgil, Logan, Roman, Patton -  Maybe Patton was right and Roman should've worn gloves during their snowball fight, but was that going to stop him from starting something? Absolutely not. 1109 words

Color By Tickles - [ao3] - Gen - Ler!Virgil, Lee!Roman -  Virgil was feeling more confident with these spells, now. Meaning it was the perfect time for revenge on a certain Prince they all knew. 961 words

Connected - [ao3] - Gen - Ler!Logan, Lee!Virgil -  What, did Virgil think that Logan wouldn't get revenge? 596 words

Fluttery Feelings - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Magic(?) -  Roman had planned the perfect prank for movie night. He just really hadn't anticipated it backfiring on him. 2229 words

Professor Feathersword - [ao3] - Logince - Lee!Roman/Ler!Logan -  Roman didn't expect revenge, but he wasn't necessarily complaining. 2107 words

Provoked - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Logan -  Patton should have known to provoke Logan so far, but really, maybe that was exactly what he’d wanted all along. 967 words

TacTickle Advantage - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton -  Virgil should know better than to accept a challenge from Patton when he has that devious grin on his face. 716 words

Distraction - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Emile, Ler!Remy -  Emile slips up and gets a bruise. Remy has just the thing to distract him from the pain. 512 words

So Close - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Roman, Virgil, Patton -  Logan was so close to winning the bet, all he had to do was not laugh for another five minutes and he would be in the clear. Of course, it was at that moment Patton had to drop the secret to one of his biggest weaknesses. 945 words

Asking for Attention - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Lee!Roman/Ler!Virgil -  Roman's been pulling pranks all day. Virgil knows what he's really after. 509 words

Patty-Lee - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman, Virgil, Logan -  Patton's in a dangerous ler mood, but the others decide it's high time he got a taste of his own medicine. 1137 words

Learn Your Lesson - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Virgil -  Patton should’ve known better than to go after Virgil alone. Now he was really in for it. 1181 words

“Feared” Ler - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Patton, Logan, Ler!Virgil -  When Virgil gave you that grin, you knew to submit yourself to your fate. 1660 words

Get Up - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton - Patton just wants to get up and have breakfast! Roman, unfortunately, is being a little stubborn. 1076 words

Changing Channels - [ao3] - Gen - Switch!Logan, Switch!Virgil -  Virgil’s sick of Logan’s documentary, but he’s not exactly keen on changing the channel. Needless to say, a playful little fight breaks out. 846 words

Dance if You Can - [ao3] - Prinxiety - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman -  Roman held the unofficial title of “Best Dancer” whenever their friend group played Just Dance. Virgil, the new addition, was about to show him how it’s done, but Roman was nothing if not competitive. 2975 words

Broken Rules - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton - Virgil knew the consequences if he broke the rules of the challenge, he really did. And yet, here Patton was, needing to give him his “punishment.” Maybe it wasn’t a punishment at all, based off Virgil’s reactions. 702 words

Helpful - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  Logan’s neck has been hurting him. Virgil’s only trying to help. 551 words

Prince Gigglee - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Virgil, Patton, Logan -  Roman’s in a very giggly mood. Logan finally figures out why. 1021 words

Not So Fast - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Logan -  Virgil isn’t quite as sneaky as he thinks he is, asking for something indirectly. 634 words

Let’s Hang Out - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Logan -  If Roman was going to (albeit accidentally) ignore him, then Virgil was going to ignore Roman right back. He just didn't expect the consequences that followed. 2085 words

Shark Attack - [ao3] - Gen - Switch!Virgil, Switch!Logan - Logan and Virgil are together again for summer break, and Virgil decides he'd like to play one of their childhood games to reminisce. 1210 words

Countdown - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Logan, Patton, Ler!Roman - Roman has a favorite game he likes to play with the other Sides. While most of them would never admit it, they like playing it with him, too. 1085 words

Bedtime - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, LerLogan - Patton is refusing to go to bed, but Logan has a few tricks up his sleeves. 685 words

If You Do... - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Virgil - Roman had asked Virgil to do his makeup, but he hadn't anticipated how much the makeup brushes would tickle. 536 words

Bonding Exercises - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Emile - Emile thinks that he and Virgil need to bond, and he has the perfect idea as to how. 699 words

Better Than Coffee - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  All Virgil had really been after was a hug. It wasn't his fault Logan was so sensitive. 280 words

Losses and Laughter - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil -  Really, Logan should've known better than to make that bet. But was it really the worst way to lose? 332 words

Tricks and Teases - [ao3] - Analogical - Switch!Virgil/Switch!Logan - Logan had been planning to tickle his boyfriend silly. Not have it go the other way around. 548 words

Instincts - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman - It wasn’t Patton’s fault he squirmed so much at even the threat of being tickled! 316 words

Delicious Laughter - [ao3] - Logicality - Lee!Patton/Ler!Logan - Patton had the perfect plan set out to get Logan to tickle him. Logan just happened to go a little off script. 425 words

Fall of the Fortress - [ao3] - Logicality - Switch!Patton/Switch!Logan - Really, all Patton had wanted to do was cuddle. But when a tickle war was started? He was not going to go down without a fight. 733 words

Bully - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan - Logan's been teasing Roman all day, and he really hopes there's a laughter-filled payout after all this. 400 words

Begging For Lies - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman - Virgil should've known better than to provoke Roman, seeing how ruthless he could be. But maybe that was exactly what Virgil was counting on. 469 words

Cookie Monster - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Virgil - Virgil helps Patton pass the time until his cookies are done. 560 words

Dr. Monster, M.D. - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Roman - Well, if Logan thought his ideas were too fantastical and unrealistic, Roman would just have to use that against him, wouldn't he? 458 words

Please? - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Virgil - Virgil isn't normally so bold, but with Roman looking at him like that, how could he resist? 390 words

Noisy Giggles - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton - Patton had no idea that vocal cords could tickle someone so well. 503 words

Learn to Lie - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Virgil - Virgil just wants his makeup back. If only Roman would own up to his thievery. 425 words

It’s Okay to Laugh - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Virgil - During some late-night bonding, Virgil decides to help Logan loosen up a bit. 586 words

Cuddle Time - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton - Patton’s in the mood to cuddle. 202 words

Strange Spot - [ao3] - Remile - Lee!Remy/Ler!Emile - Emile makes a fun discovery about Remy. 265 words

Glittery Giggles - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan - Logan thinks he deserves some payback after Roman’s latest prank. 522 words

Lazy Day by Law - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Patton, Ler!Roman - Roman's made it his job to make sure Patton obey's the laws of "Lazy Day." 425 words

Problem Solving - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan - After a long day of Roman being purposefully irritable, Logan finally finds out the reason. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't help Roman out? 537 words

The Labyrinth - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Roman, Ler!Patton - When Roman finds himself in a certain kind of mood, he knows who to ask. 677 words

Bready or Not - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Logan, Ler!Roman - Logan should've known that Roman noticed his moods. At least he was willing to help out. 795 words

Star Trek: The Next Generation

(’20) Tickletober Day 5 - Drawn On - [ao3] - DaForge - Lee!Geordi/Ler!Data - Data had only wanted to experiment with a new form of art, Geordi couldn't fault Data for his own sensitivity interrupting them. 674 words

Star Trek: The Original Series

(’20) Tickletober Day 14 - Light Tickles - [ao3] - Spirk - Lee!Spock/Ler!Jim - In a quiet moment, Jim discovers something new about Spock. 961 words

Supernatural

(’20) Tickletober Day 12 - Hard Tickles - [ao3] - Destiel - Switch!Dean/Switch!Castiel - Dean should know better than to start a tickle fight with an angel. 349 words

The Adventure Zone: Balance

Touch - [ao3] - Taakitz - Lee!Taako/Ler!Kravitz - Touch and Taako have always had an interesting relationship, but it was time he started figuring it out with this new world, since they seemed to be sticking around. 2349 words

Not-So-Silent Treatment - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Taako, Ler!Magnus - When Taako decides to give Magnus the silent treatment, he decides that that just won’t do. 324 words

Taaco Fight - [ao3] - Gen - Switch!Lup, Switch!Taako -  Tickle fights aren’t exactly an uncommon occurrence between the twins. 346 words

Need Something? - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Taako, Ler!Lucretia - Taako is the type to annoy people until he gets what he wants. Lucretia isn't the type to take that sort of behavior. 484 words

Attention and Affection - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Taako, Ler!Magnus - Magnus knows exactly how to deal with Taako when he's looking for attention. 418 words

Don’t Stop - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Taako, Ler!Magnus - It wasn’t the response Magnus was expecting from Taako, but who was he to deny such a request? 301 words

Sore Loser - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Taako, Ler!Lup - Taako lost the bet, and now he had to deal with the consequences. 460 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 8 - Interrogation - [ao3] - Gen - Lee!Magnus, Ler!Taako - Taako's hat is missing and he's going to find the culprit, no matter what it takes. 707 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 11 - Death Spot - [ao3] - Taakitz - Lee!Kravitz/Ler!Taako - Kravitz had long know Taako's death spot, having found it far too easily. Taako has to work a bit harder to find Kravitz's. 1096 words

Witcher

You Like It - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt - For a man who claims to know what tickling is "in theory," Geralt certainly has a lot of questions. He might even require a demonstration. 2018 words

Maybe I Like It, Too - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier -  Jaskier knew that everyone had to be at least a little ticklish somewhere, and he wasn't going to give up until he had Geralt laughing underneath him. 3239 words

Just Let Go - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier -  Geralt would never admit it out loud, but he quite enjoys the touches that Jaskier blesses him with. And then Jaskier figures out that he's sensitive to a different kind of touch. 1470 words

Fresh Discoveries - [ao3] - Geraskier - Switch!Geralt, Switch!Jaskier  -  Jaskier makes a rather interesting discovery while helping Geralt during one of his baths. 617 words

Get His Attention - [ao3] - Geraskier - Switch!Jaskier/Switch!Geralt -  Jaskier was determined to get Geralt’s attention, no matter what it took. 905 words

Wake-Up Call - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt -  Geralt is awake and ready to go, now the only issue is getting Jaskier up. 819 words

Beauty in Strength - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier - Jaskier's found a new game: brushing against scars and asking after them. If only it wasn't so ticklish when he did so. 2271 words

Snickers and Snorts - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier - It was one of Jaskier's favorite games to play, "How Long Until the Big Bad Witcher Admits He's Ticklish." As of yet, Jaskier hadn't technically won, but that didn't mean he was going to give up. 1119 words

Dissonance - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier - Geralt thought that Jaskier should know better than to annoy him. Jaskier proved to him that Geralt should know better than to provoke him. 906 words

Does This Tickle? - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier -  Jaskier insists that he’s not that ticklish. Geralt proves otherwise. 599 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 2 - Feathers - [ao3] - Jaskier seems to have misplaced his quill. He finds himself in a rather ticklish position once Geralt finds it. 1663 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 4 - Spidering - [ao3] - Geraskier - Switch!Geralt/Switch!Jaskier - Geralt is not nearly as amused with Jaskier's Halloween decorations as Jaskier thinks he should be. 1216 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 6 - Kiss - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier - Geralt's a bit weird about having his neck touched. Turns out, it wasn't for the reasons Jaskier thought. 1863 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 7 - Unusual Tool - [ao3] - Geraskier - Switch!Geralt/Switch!Jaskier - Jaskier's impulse-buy leads to a rather giggly evening, in the Rivia-Pankratz household. 854 words

(’20) Tickletober Day 10 - Feet - [ao3] - Geraskier - Lee!Jaskier/Ler!Geralt - Jaskier's complaining about the roughness of Geralt's feet, so Geralt gives him something else to complain about. 317 words

[writing-fool]

Hey, real stressed out right now, if you're not too busy can I get the Mlqc boys with a stressed out s/o? I'm in some need of some serotonin, love your work x

mlqc | so will i

Hi hun, I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope you’ll feel better soon. If this doesn’t end up giving you enough serotonin, I have something a little similar up on my blog: here

That said, I think I’m becoming a comfort writer, and I can’t really complain about that. So, here’s a couple of quick and loving headcanons for each boy.

Much love,

R.

Victor

Victor isn’t actually all that cold as a husband anyways (and we ALL know author Ré likes their moody boys just a little gooey) 

but when you’re stressed? oh boy this gentleman is ready to do anything in his power to make you feel better

he was deadass about to buy a whole spa before you stopped him and told him you just need him to hold you

“Oh. I...guess I can do that.” be careful, this man will not let you go until you feel better

as an excellent chef, he’s also The Person to ask when you need comfort food

mac & cheese? you got it. congee? already done. chicken noodle soup? yes yes.

the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach and mine is currently growling

on occasion, he’ll be the cause of your stress, and while he doesn’t want to favour you over his other employees necessarily, he does understand that sometimes you need a break

for once, he’ll be the one pulling you from your work

how does he notice you’re stressed? your reports become dangerously subpar. sorry hun, it’s the truth

if you don’t listen to him and keep working yourself to near death, he’ll just have to use drastic measures

did he swing you over his shoulder? yup.

did you low-key enjoy it because his ass is Immaculate? also yup. 

he knows you like it when he pampers you, so when you’re stressed out, he’ll run you a nice bath with expensive oils and soaps

he’ll wash your back for you, digging his large fingers into those knots at the nape of your neck

afterwards, Vic will brush your hair for you, making sure you’re all cozy in your fluffy robe

he doesn’t like to admit it, but seeing you relax warms his heart and makes up for all the mediocre reports you write

Lucien

our favourite perceptive professor notices right away

i mean, everyone has tells when they start getting stressed out, and Lucien knows yours like the back of his hand

sometimes, he even notices before you do. how does that even happen?

prepare for the endless amounts of chamomile tea he’ll make you drink

Lucien’s very supportive of what you do, but he also reminds you that you need to rest like a filthy hypocrite~

so he’ll jot down cheeky notes in your agenda

14:00 / come have a relaxing walk in the park with me. ~L

7:30 early morning online meeting 8:00 have a lie-in with your favourite scientist. for research purposes, of course

you confront him about it and he’s just staring at you with this innocent look that’s absolutely illegal because you’re not innocent Lucien, not in the slightest i won’t believe it i’m not going to fall for it—damnit i fell for it

“Am I not allowed to take care of my little flower?”

is really good at clearing your schedule

like, suspiciously good

he’ll probably help you with anything you’ve got going on regarding paperwork, and instead of having to do research for a production, a whole stack of highlighted and marked articles will already be on your desk, waiting for you to quickly sift through everything

on a more serious note, he does know a lot about destressing and ways to relax

so he’ll suggest practicing mindfulness together, or something similar 

from experience, these things may sound silly, but breathing exercises or meditation can really just refocus your brain on the tasks at hand to lessen stress. obviously though, this is all very personal

but he knows he can’t love your negative emotions away, so most importantly, he’s always there for you

whether it is to listen to you rant, to give advice or even just to soothingly rub his thumb over your shoulder

Lucien’s always right next to you, and that’s one less thing to worry about

Gavin

Birdcop! lately i’ve been associating him with bnha’s Hawks/Keigo, and i don’t know how to feel about that. but i digress

Gavin’s not the quickest to pick up on your emotions

like, he knows there’s something going on because his mind is filled with you all day, but he can’t really decipher what’s wrong

will just straight up ask you what’s going on, how you’re feeling, etc

i always turn Gavin into this really understanding and communicative, healthy relationship poster boy, but y’all deserve it

“Babe? Are you feeling alright?”

if the answer is no, this man just clears his schedule for a week, or a month, or a whole year Gavin you can’t ignore your responsibilities don’t—

not really, but he does go out of his way to spend more time with you

clocks out earlier, only does missions that require him,...

flies to you the moment he’s got time to spare

does so recklessly. gets caught by some people who, fortunately, are convinced it’s just some very weird humanoid bird. gets reprimanded by STF. does not care.

at home he doesn’t really do more than give you space when you need it, offer a listening ear when you need that. he’s really not doing anything grand, because that’s not really Gavin, but he lets you know that he cares, and that’s good enough.

Gavin will force Minor to look out for you at work, and will stage a freakin’ intervention if you’re getting overworked

“MC, you’re getting kidnapped.” wraps you into a blanket like a burrito and flies home with you in his arms

actually flying seems like a relaxing thing to do, especially at night

when the stars are twinkling, the moon is glowing, and you’re high above the city, all your problems seem just a little smaller

Kiro

the chances of him not knowing you’re feeling bad aren’t very small

he’s obviously very busy, and if he’s overseas...

being concerned that you’re going to be lonely without him like he is without you does make him call you as often as he possibly can

he’s a clingy pupper, what can i say

he picks up the stressed out tone in your voice though, even when you try to hide it

“Oh, Miss/Mr. Chips, you can’t fool me, The Best Actor Of All Time. Now, tell me...are you alright?” imagine him saying that last bit in like a hushed, slightly worried tone. i wouldn’t even be able to lie

he’ll let you complain as long as you want on the phone, even when Savin’s been calling him

he’ll just hide in the closet so he doesn’t get found

when he goes back home, the first thing he does is trap you in a big hug

he refuses to let you go, pouting about how worried he was, and how much better he’ll make you feel

“Because I’m your brightest star after all!”

if he’s free while you’re feeling stressed, for example, when you’re at home together, he’ll do something silly to cheer you up

like dance on the coffee table

yup. that’s why it broke.

i don’t think he’d be too focused on your problems, as in, he doesn’t need to know 100% of what’s going on

Kiro just kind of zooms in on the fact that you’re feeling sad, overwhelmed, stressed out, and he’ll do anything in his power to relieve that feeling

and that’s one of his qualities, to be fair

you’re not going to do stuff like have long chats about your feelings, but he is going to propose doing face masks together to calm down

maybe you’ll play a couple of video games together

at the end of the day, how could you worry when your sun is right next to you?

Shaw

look, i don’t know if you’re of legal drinking age...but Shaw’s coping mechanism is drinking and going out

so the moment you say you feel bad, he’s whipping out the wine, hun

lowkey wants to drag you to the club to make you forget about your problems...but even he realises how inappropriate that type of behaviour is

he’s actually a lot cuter when he’s a little tipsy

“Hm, beautiful.” “What?” “Nothing.”

Shaw’s also a huge diva, which is canon now you guys can’t stop me from making it canon

so you guys will have matching head bands on, face masks, glasses of wine, bottles of nail polish, talking about how horrible life is

you’re venting to him, and he vents back, and you just both come to the conclusion that life sUCKS, work sUCKS and Shaw...doesn’t suck at all

the next morning, you wake up slightly disheveled and a bit disoriented

but you feel significantly lighter

well, not physically, since there’s literally an arm slung around your waist

he doesn’t really change much about his behaviour...but you notice he’s a tad more affectionate

and a lot less mean

like, forehead poking suddenly turned into teasing hair ruffling.

tickling turns into soft kisses in the crook of your neck while you’re cooking

his rough hands intertwine with yours

“Don’t just overwork yourself, stupid.”

ahh, his words don’t match his actions at all

I had very little inspiration for Shaw...but I wanted to get this out ASAP. Feel free to send in any requests!

[bbhyeoliskooks]

…〔𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬〕…

FINAL, PT. ONE.

Having an unrequited crush on Soobin was difficult, but you manage to make them hidden so he’s oblivious. It’s getting harder though, since each time you see him, you fall deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. You want to get rid of your feelings for him, so you grow closer to a boy named Beomgyu. However, when your one of your best friends, Sunhye asks you to back away so she can have a chance with Soobin, everything inevitably comes crashing down on you.

intro / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / finale, pt. 1 / finale, pt. 2

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Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (female) x Soobin

Genre: 4 ¾  cups of angst, literally no sprinkle of fluff in here 

(Damn, I’m going to be honest here. This made me sob so hard as I was writing this, I’m sure all of you are going to hate me after this because I would too :cc Like, I really broke my own heart here as the writer of this series. Part one will mostly be focused on Soobin’s feelings with a few events of the reader here and there~! And just warning you- get your tissues ready for this one. I’m so sorry in advance, please forgive me.)

Playlist: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Something, Still Into You, Confession, Crazy For You

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Pacing around the room with heavy feet, Soobin rewound the events from yesterday as he tried to call you from the phone several times in a minute. Every time he’d ring up your phone you’d answer right away, yet this time you weren’t picking his calls up. Was it because you were already tucked in bed, sleeping through your blaring ringtone? Or was it because you were still angry at him for how immature he acted today? Guilty enough, he felt terrible for not talking to you all day, and seeing you get frustrated since he was ignoring you created a dim spot in his conscience. But this was what he chose to do. Sure it was unbearable- extremely to the point where he wanted to yell out loud how much he adores you even sitting there, but he didn’t want to talk to someone who would break his heart sooner or later. That part was inevitable...

12am almost passed by the time he stopped trying to contact you. It was a quiet hour with his feet trudging against the white carpet- the only noise being there at the moment. His parents were already fast asleep, probably dreaming of counting sheep who jumped over a few fences in their dreams. He was really silly for not getting some rest, right? Instead of worrying about some girl, he could be getting the rest his body deserved after such a long day. Lots of concerns occupied his head including how you were doing, but he needed to stay optimistic which meant sleeping it off in hopes that the next day would be better. 

At the same time though, there would be no harm in checking up on you! If he could just sneak one peek at you even if through the window you were sleeping, he’d be okay with that. He just needed to be sure that you were okay… which led him to throw on his black jacket and rush out of the house with hasty feet. 

As he rushed against the forest trees, chest heaving up and down from how fast he was sprinting, in no time he was able to get to your house. There were a lot of trees in your backyard which he could use to his advantage to hide himself if you were somehow doing a task in the middle of the night outside. He didn’t want you to see him, almost seeming like a shadow in the night with no light to be found except with the glimmering pale light of the moon. There’d be no way you’d notice him as long as he hid himself well; he had no doubt!

When he entered your backyard through the secret passage you two planned to use whenever there was an emergency, he soon found the perfect tree to use as a cover. Honestly he wasn’t sure if you were asleep since sleep schedules these days were hectic, so he clung on tight to the tree where nobody could see him spy on you through the glass. In only a few seconds later, he would call himself foolish for acknowledging the fact that… His finger ceased its movement against the bark of the tree once he realized what was happening, nails grazing at the rough path before a soft and sad smile decorated his face. Why didn’t he know? Why couldn’t he realize this already? You were sitting there on the bench where you two would meet in the middle of the night, but this time however, you were with someone else. With that same person who he thought he’d never be a rival with. With that same person he had been dreading to come closer to you. With that person who’d win you over for sure. Which person could it be other than that darned Choi Beomgyu who reached you first? His heart was heavy with agony, being painfully strung when you giggled for God only knows how many times as Beomgyu tickled your stomach. 

Bringing up the shaking hand to his chest where his heart stung, he did his best to appease the pain even if the love of his life found their soulmate. He had so much time to acknowledge the feelings he tried to conceal for so long, and now this was definitely karma. The bleak wind swirled around his head, messing up his black hair but hell, he couldn’t care less. He lost you. Soobin lost you. And like a fool, he lost you before he could even kiss you again. His first one with you was the last time, he sighed. He couldn’t bother you anymore for the fact that you’d definitely be happy with Beomgyu; he’d finally come to the realization in such a terrible anguish he could ever imagine. 

With unknowingly drops of tears streaming down his cheeks, he achingly nodded at the beautiful sight of you smiling after a long time of not being able to see the genuine one, “I guess I was too late.”

If he could turn back the time where only the two of you were together, he would hold you in his arms, kissing the top of your forehead while murmuring how much he loves you.

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Soobin?

Or Beomgyu?

Your best friend since eighth grade, Soobin…? Or charming Beomgyu who you’ve been arguing back and forth till now…? 

To you, these were the hardest questions you could ever be asked because, really. Who could choose between both of them? They completed you in more ways that you could ever hope for, whether it be through development or just plain loneliness. One of them made you feel so many things from true desperation to euphoria that you’ve never experienced before while one made you feel comfortable with whatever you didn’t want to go through. One held your hand and made sure you were okay with it while the other one was bold, holding you whenever he felt like it. One had stayed by your side up to now while the other one wavered back and forth. Here we are again. All of this fighting made you feel tired, completely exhausted from rethinking and rethinking over and over again. Not to mention the fact that they both kissed you this past year… but, you weren’t one to argue which one was better.

Love triangles were certainly messy, and you never imagined yourself to be in any one of them. The future had different plans, obviously. 

What a predicament you’ve gotten yourself in without knowing of what was to come. 

You thought back to the way they made you feel from before to now.

Whenever you glanced at Beomgyu, your heart would flutter to the point where you wanted to rip it out, but Soobin had been there for you much longer. Starting from eighth grade, he was extremely sweet to you, placing you first before all of his needs even if you didn’t ask him to do it in the first place. However Beomgyu made you feel alive, making sure that you were all smiley and giggly with him at all appropriate times. They both had a special place in your heart where you had already carved out a hole for each of them. This far into the game already, you were sure they were both your soulmates. It isn’t possible to have two or even if soulmates exist, but this was tearing apart your heart much more compared to the beginning of the year in which everything went totally wrong. 

Gosh, just why did it have to be you?, you pondered as you prepared for school. Why did they have to be so charming? Why did they affect you in so many ways? And why couldn’t you honestly say you liked both of them at the same time? Because look, you really couldn’t. You just couldn’t! If you did, then it’ll crush both of their hearts in the end regardless of who you choose. 

It wasn’t long before you became tired of all of this choosing. You decided to take a walk to clear your head instead. 

Passing by the route to school, you surprisingly came face to face with Yeonjun who seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. Hand rubbing against his chin in wonder, he walked quite slowly which caused worry to creep up your back. You’d never seen him this way before, so something must’ve been bothering him. Maybe you could help him like he did to you one time. And not to mention that you owe him one for getting the group together! 

“Hey, Jjunie! Is there something wrong? You look a bit lost today.”

He turned back with a grin on his face, shaking his head. Hesitation was weighing on his shoulders as if a great pressure was placed upon it. To be honest, he couldn’t sit back anymore and watch any of it go down. Seeing two of his best friends fight for a girl for several months made him uneasy, his stomach a carousel he couldn’t put a stop to. Back then he thought everything would work out in the end. Back then he assured his raging mind that everything would be okay, slowly losing belief in what he thought. Back then he didn’t want to budge in since it wasn’t his business. Now though… he could say differently. Of course he didn’t want to be nosy into the situation, but any more of this and he swears he’ll explode. 

So that’s what brought him here today. He was actually hoping to find you during the weekend in order to set some things straight- well, try to for the most part. 

Not even five minutes later, the two of you were messing around on the swings, talking about whatnot when Yeonjun brought up the tender subject of the two boys. To Kai’s favorite plushies, how he keeps dropping every bowl of noodles he cooks, to the few songs he produced as a joke- you weren’t prepared at all after that story talk. He was ever so careful with the topic too, fingers twiddling together reluctantly for an answer he couldn’t even find himself. 

“You know that whoever you choose… the other one is going to be hurt, right? I hope you choose correctly since this is a hard decision to make. I’m not choosing sides, but the other day Soobin mentioned to me that he really really loves you more than anyone here. He even-” a clasped hand from the chains beside him threw over his mouth in panic, and he laughed it off as if he didn’t blab too much information in the first place. 

You cocked your head to the other side, looking at him as if he was joking at what he said in the last part. His eyes were blown wide with fear since he caught his big mouth talking too much at the perfect time. You knew it all, but the truth still remained. He was right, and you hated it more than anything. Soobin loved you so much, you could see it after being so blind for so many years. 

With one last push on your feet dangling on the edge, the wind brushes against your cheeks while you undo your stress with a ragged sigh.

“I know, Yeonjun. I know.” 

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Weeks passed by after the incident of what happened that night, despite you not knowing entirely what that event was. Soobin continued to give you the cold shoulder, glaring down at you whenever you tried to speak to him. Gradually, you made no efforts to talk to him anymore. All of this back and forth was like talking to a wall who wouldn’t listen simply because it’s a wall. He wouldn’t listen to what you wanted to say, what you wanted to do with him as an apology. Whatever you did, he would only turn around and walk away while you hopelessly kept shouting his name. At this point, it was far past useless.

If Soobin wasn’t going to talk to you, then so be it. You couldn’t blame him either for what he chose. There was no reason to get angry with him when this was all your doing. Unfortunately, it all came crashing down on you one fateful afternoon when he brought you to the back of the school to “talk.”

“Hey, sweet pea?” His voice was shaking with trepidation as he tapped on your shoulder. “Could we, um, talk for a second?” 

Your chatter with Beomgyu ceased when you stared back at the other boy, your nerves becoming like jelly in front of him. There was a tense, pursed frown on his face when you turned back in worry to hear what his request was. So he was finally talking to you now after almost a month of ignoring you, huh? It was still the same though. He had this weird effect on you whenever he stared deep into your eyes, as if searching for the soul you had in yourself. 

“What is it, Soobin? I-Is there something wrong?” You inched closer to him, but he scooted away, his feet carrying his whole body before he could stop them. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at you in the eye, choosing to stare down on the floor as if the ground was much more interesting than what you had to say. His body was a whole quivering mess, and he very much despised how he felt due to your glossy eyes- which is the ultimate reason why he needed to tell you right now. 

With one swift pull on your arm, he guided you to the back of the school where only the two of you remained. You were quite confused on why he dragged you back there. 

A few minutes overflowing with silence passed with the exception of outside ambience. You were getting more antsy as the ticks of the clock passed by, wondering if he was going to say anything. He must’ve been troubled greatly if he was wondering whether to speak up or not. If it was up to you, you would’ve definitely thought he was going to speak up about ignoring each other when he finally looked you in the eye.

You searched his eyes for any emotion, may it be something dejected or sorrowful. And you were able to strike right on the dot. The whites of his eyes were burning with pain, really anybody could feel it from a mile away. Feeling much more worried than petty, you were going to do something- anything that would comfort him until...

“I’m giving up on you,” he blurted out. You ceased immediately in your tracks, the whole, wide world plummeting down and crushing you like a teensy spider. All of the air was winded from your chest, tightening when you comprehended his shattering words. You couldn’t hear anything except his soft, breaking voice murmur into the passing winds, yet that was going through one ear and out the other while you tried to understand what he was saying.  

“I know deep down that he’ll make you happier the most so please be well for me,” a tear slid down his cheek, but he rubbed it away with his fluttering, slender fingers. He pretended like they weren’t there even if it unbearably pinched his poor heart. Instantaneously, you sprinted to him due to the growing distance between you as soon as the first set of tears fell, your legs aching from how much power you put into them. “Soobin, I-” he interrupted what you were going to say by grabbing your hands into his once you reached him, squeezing when you drew closer. The boy stared into the clear tears welling up in your eyes, all the more feeling severe guilt cloud his choice. Other times you would cry because of someone or something that terribly upset you, but this time it was different. This time, he couldn’t pick up the tears that fell against his chest because he was the reason that hurt you in the first place. He hung his head low, the pressure of hurting you becoming stronger while he gazed down upon your teary  face. “Please, don’t make me regret my decision right now. I’m giving you up so you can be happier. That’s the least you can do for me, so just don’t say anything for now,” he begged. 

You adhered to his wish, sewing your mouth shut despite wanting to scream your lungs out.

“If I never knew you then I wouldn’t have ever seen so many gorgeous things because of you. I would’ve never experienced this much happiness through eighth grade and high school. I would’ve never known what it meant to love someone who is my best friend. I would’ve never known the true feeling of what love is. And it’s all because of you. Because of you, you brought beautiful colors into my world when I accidentally pushed your book and asked to be your new friend. Because of you, I really can’t say that I regret what we’ve become even if you’ve fallen for somebody else. Because of you, I’ve grown to love in the right way. I can’t be selfish and make you stay because in the end, you would’ve ran away from me. So that’s why I need to do the only thing that would hurt less for both of us.” 

“No, Soobin… please, listen to me this once. You’re the one. You’re the one that I choose,” you cried. 

“See?” He pointed at himself, smiling through the tears as he tried to swallow each one of them down. “You don’t feel any butterflies for me anymore. Your heart doesn’t waver whenever you see me. Your smiles aren’t because you love me in the way that I’ve always wanted, but because you only think of me as a friend. That says e-enough.” The breaking of his voice threw you over the edge and soon, you lost more breath than what you took in.

“I’m letting you go this time, okay? I can’t keep crushing myself- fighting for your love that’ll never be returned. Because even if I’m hurting myself, I know I don’t stand a chance against him. He makes you smile more than anyone here, even me. He turned you into the best version you could be through this mess, and those promises he gave you are still valid. He will protect you in ways that I can’t- as a lover who you can count on forever.” Soobin glanced at the streaming tears against your cheeks and with a swift thumb, brushed delicately against your cheeks so that they would disappear. “Please don’t cry for me now, make those efforts from before when you loved me towards him so that all of us can be content. This is one of the last things I’ll do for you before you go to him.” You shook your head frantically in an effort to make him stay, “No, Soobin! I can’t- I can’t let you go! I’ve loved you for so long that I just can’t… I don’t love Beomgyu- I’ve loved you this whole time!”

“No, sweet pea,” his lips turned into such a disappointed grin which absolutely broke you from the inside. “You love Beomgyu, I know you better than anybody else. Don’t say that just because I’m giving up on you…” he trailed off.

Soobin knew he was right for doing this. He was right in giving you up although the tears flowing ardently burned his cheeks. This was what his role was as your best friend. This was what he needed to do after such a draining time of holding you tight when nobody else could.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything anymore. Your throat throbbed as a huge lump appeared by itself, choking up the words you so desperately wanted to say. All of the butterflies from before had died in your stomach, taking captive your heart that died with them. You were done. 

No other words were spoken after that, and he assumed you heard enough for the day. 

Soobin eventually turned to go in strong silence when you suddenly crashed against his back, holding him as tightly as you could in your desperate embrace. 

“But Soobin, I love you! That’s what you wanted to hear, right?! I said I love you so please just don’t go away from me! I can’t do this without you,” you gasped before your throat ripped a loud sob from out of you. 

The boy shook his head before turning around to wrap his arms around you as gently as he could. His touch was warm to you, and you let yourself melt into his hug after a long time of holding it in. Although a bit reluctant, he let you lay your head on his shoulder, crying your heart out as loudly as you could. 

“I’m sorry, Soobin… I’m so sorry.”

Bringing his hand to pat your back like you two did whenever one was upset, he couldn’t help but undo his agony with tears falling on the crown of your head. Now he had been comfortable in sharing your tears, letting them pour as his eyes burned with such intolerable pain. “I know you are. And it’s okay. We were never meant to be in the first place.” His soothing voice which whispered in your ear continued on, “just… for the meantime, leave me alone. Let’s take a break for each other until these feelings go away.”

“Make sure to eat well without me, okay my cute sweet pea?” He nuzzled the bottom of his head onto the top of your head. “And don’t stay up too late for those exams that are coming, I know fully well that you’ll pass like you always strive to do,” he sniffled, holding you tighter in his arms without a thought of objection.

Like incessant, big drops of rain, many tears gathered into a puddle that fateful afternoon while you held onto each other, more seconds than what was needed.

“Farewell. I’ll miss you so much,” you croaked from underneath the hug that held you captive with such fondness and love. He never wanted to let go of the person who taught him what true love was, but you weren’t his to begin with. At last, he stared at your each and every feature, memorizing the subtle changes before pulling away to press a kiss on the forehead for one, last time. 

“I’ll miss you too Y/N, and I… I love you.”

“I love you too, Bin. Be happy for me too.”

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Strolling around the garden of the school, Soobin trailed amongst the path way to the greenhouse. Not a lot of people came here during the winter when it was after school since the club called this a break time. It was absolutely silent, the only sound being the buzzing of the bothersome bugs outside. Pots of several flowers were now abandoned from the cold which entered through the front of the door, and they crumbled upon contact when he made physical contact with them. The solemn petals of the blooming flowers had long withered off onto the floor, dazzling the ground with a variety of entrancing colors on the scale. Soobin tried not to step on them to find his safe place which was in the corner containing the grey table. He always came here to clear his mind whenever distress popped up around the edge. 

Something caught his eye when he round the grey table, opting to take a few quiet steps towards it. There were two purple orchids laying side by side on top of the table, soon to be overlapping one another when Soobin’s fingers brushed beside them. A bit surprised, he was wondering why they were here. Nobody should’ve left something as pretty as them in the mysterious green house…! Who could’ve been that lazy not to give it to someone? He’d definitely give them to- No, he said he shouldn’t think about you, but it was so difficult. The remnants of one of his favorite days immediately brought him back to you no matter how much he wanted to erase your precious smile from his mind. 

( F l a s h b a c k )

- an excerpt from Chapter 3, if anybody remembers. 

A few seconds later, you found him with two purple orchids in his hand. He had picked the most beautiful ones in the wilting garden that you saw after scanning it, and you gasped in pleasant surprise. He ambled towards you with an adorable smirk on his face, and crouched down beside you.

“Bin… why did you pick those flowers?” He gazed deep into your eyes, and you felt your heartbeat swiftly skip a beat just like earlier. He tucked one of them into his ear, and you giggled at how sweet he looked. He mirrored the same chuckle, and you swore that you could feel something bloom in your chest. He looked as if he was a royal prince from those movies because of the glowing scenery behind him while he smelled the other one that was enclosed by his hand.

He shrugged, and looked down at the floor to hide his blossoming pink cheeks. “They just reminded me of you- delicate and lovely like an orchid.”

Before you could say anything and thank him, he softly tucked your chin into his hand, and moved your flowing hair to the side of your head. He tucked the orchid onto the crook of your ear, and took a step back to smile in pleasure as if he was admiring his work.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were a stunning princess, Y/N?”

Perhaps that was just another example of his newly, blooming feelings towards you. 

(  E n d  o f  F l a s h b a c k  )

There was a tug on the upper corners of his lips and he smiled, embracing the warm effect you still had on him even if you had completely crushed his fragile heart.

“She loved me, huh? I know she did.” 

And that’s one reason why Choi Soobin had to move on, like he promised to you years ago.

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midnight meal | Han Seungwoo

Request:

Maybe you can write about Seungwoo being reunited with his gf after a world tour🥺 and that it will be pure fluff because sometimes you need a Uwu instead of a sin - ⚛️ anon

↬ Pairing: Seungwoo x gn!reader.

↬ Genre: Fluff.

↬ Warnings: none.

↬ Word Count: 2.4k

↬ Song Recommendation: "midnight meal" by Crucial Star. Please check it out! All of his songs are extremely wonderful and the lyrics are top tier uwu.

It had grown to be a usual thing you both did now. You knew you were going to see him later on, but the anxiety would tickle the tip of your fingers each time he came back, and this time it wasn’t for less: Seungwoo had gone on a worldwide tour, being away from you for months that ended up becoming much longer than just one eternity.

The airport was filled with quite a lot of people, the fans aiming their cameras at the seven boys entering the doors. The group had gained a lot of attention in the past year, and even if you were happy about it, there was no use in denying that you miss him like crazy each time he is away or that he is busy preparing for promotions.

One particular scream of his name suddenly caught your attention and brought you back to reality, noticing a tall boy smiling sweetly at the fans, his eyes focusing on you just for a second before continuing to greet the rest of the people there and you wondered if he had recognized you despite the mask covering your face. The flashes were almost blinding, making it hard for them to see clearly, but even then you could notice that your boyfriend would try to steal glances to you, your heart warming up as you took the subtle gesture as his way to say “yes, I see you”.

Although you didn’t want to, you decided to start walking towards the exit, knowing that it would be too messy to go later and it might lift suspicion if you left at the same time as they did. You drove the car, your eyes constantly checking the mirrors as if to confirm that no one had noticed anything weird with you and as usual, there was nothing to be seen other than the lights of other cars.

Almost an hour later, you were curled up in front of the TV, not paying any attention to the movie playing as you scrolled down your phone’s screen, liking the pictures of the recent event where you had gone, appreciating the previews where you could see Seungwoo’s crescent-like eyes whenever he smiled kindly at the fans. It was genuine, you knew, and in order to be able to see that smile more often, you began your usual late night labor: clearing the searches. Even if many loved the group, there was quite another bunch that didn’t and another that didn’t particularly like your boyfriend, and did they work hard in making it noticeable. Somehow, it became a routine: every night before you fell asleep, you would use the fake fan account you had created to read the rumors, rarely ever replying and instead reporting the accounts that spread them.

The message popping up at the top of the screen distracted you and calmed you down, easing the knot in your throat while tightening it at the same time. You got up, fixing your hair and your outfit a bit before listening to the small knock on your door, almost running to it and opening it a bit to see the familiar figure. Seungwoo was there, although his eyes were fixed on the sides of the corridor to make sure that no one was around, but as soon as you poked his chest, his attention was on you again.

“Can I come in?” His head tilted to a side, hair covering his eyes but could sense his smile behind the mask covering half his face.

You opened the door a bit more, sighing and tapping your chin with one finger in thought. “Hmm, I’m not sure… my boyfriend always says to not let strangers in.”

He snorted a bit, lowering his mask only to wrap his arms around your waist and picking you up in a swift movement while closing the door behind him as he pressed his lips against you. It was a sweet, brief second, but enough to have you completely melted. When he was about to pull away, you held him tighter, and now it was Seungwoo’s turn to feel the way his cheeks blushed at the simple action.

Of course he was grateful to have the opportunity to take his music to an international level, but being right there between your arms brought him the same feeling of satisfaction and happiness as performing on the stage. It made him feel good to know that you had missed him just as much as he had missed you, there was no need for him to hear that from your mouth, he simply knew: the way your breath felt shaky as he hugged you, how you buried your face on his chest, the tiny sob you let out when he stroked your head, it all showed just how much you loved him.

The magical moment was broken by Seungwoo’s stomach grumbling, the unexpected sound making both of you laugh and interrupt the tears that threatened to fall down your faces.

“Should we order some food?”

You nodded at his proposal, quickly dialing the number and five minutes later, Seungwoo was telling you all about the tour while waiting for the delivery to get there, cuddling with you on the sofa. From the experience in the hotels to how the boys behaved and he had to take care of each single thing, to the day that they were reprimanded because of the screaming (caused by him) or about how he had managed to write a song in just one day, or the sleepless nights he spent working without a break, or how he almost fell during a performance or how insecure he felt when his voice cracked during a practice. He wasn’t really the type to speak a lot, he himself had acknowledged it multiple times in the past, but when it came to you… it seemed as if he felt the need to vent out about every single detail, and you loved it. Seungwoo noticed when he spoke too much, some kind of inner switch advising him to shut up once and for all, but each time he searched for any sign of you being tired or uncomfortable on your face, he didn’t find any. Maybe that was the reason; he never felt like you didn’t want to listen to him, your eyes always fixed on his, reacting to each of his stories accordingly and encouraging him to keep telling you. It made him feel comfortable, and since he was used to being the lending ear, it was soothing for him to be able to do the same with someone else, especially if that someone was his partner.

Right as he was approaching to the end of the narration, you received a message notifying that the food had arrived. Seungwoo offered to go and pick it up by instinct, and it was necessary that you reminded him he couldn’t be seen now, his ears blushing a bit when he realized his silly mistake making him adorable as you leaned in and kissed his cheek. When you got back with the food, he had already brought everything that was necessary to the coffee table, the gesture making it feel as if he had never left.

While you two eat on the snacks after finishing dinner, you choose a movie, Seungwoo saying he’s incredibly full and thinking to his insides of how much he will have to work out in order to lose all that, but he couldn’t really give much thought about it. His attention switched to you, to the slightly noticeable bags under your eyes despite your efforts to cover them, to the way your face looked slimmer and how you felt a bit thinner between his arms, a small sense of worry starting to form in his heart. All of his suspicions were cleared when he saw the screen of your phone showing the searches while you were trying to show him some of the pictures his fan sites had taken earlier.

Seungwoo tried to not say anything about it, preferring to just try and work harder so that you would not have to worry about that kind of things. It wasn’t something he had never heard off, actually; almost on a daily basis he would scroll past news and comments with his name, and although it did hurt him and annoyed him to some extent, seeing his fans defending him and doing their best in order for him to not suffer gave him an infinite source of strength. However, as much as he appreciated, he couldn’t bare seeing you in this state and imagining that it must be the same one as his fans…

“You shouldn’t do that.” The clueless look you gave him was enough for him to understand he should elaborate a bit more. “You haven’t been resting enough reading at that kind of things...”

A nervous laugh was all you let out. “It’s not that big of a deal, I still take care of myself.”

“There is no need to protect me like this.” It was abrupt, cutting you off all of a sudden. “I mean, I know you are doing it for me but… we shouldn’t pay attention to them at all.”

The knot in your throat came back seeing the change in your boyfriend’s attitude. “Yes… yes, you’re right… they do have very shitty arguments, anyway.”

His throaty laugh vibrated against your back and you proceeded to discuss some of the silly things you two had read out there, making fun of them and trying to turn a negative situation into a more positive one. While staring at the pictures, a comment you read recently came to your mind.

“Why are you always covering your face during lives? Fans have been a little bit sad about it…”

Seungwoo scratched the back of his neck. “I’m still not super confident without make up on… my skin…”

Sighing, you got up, ignoring his questions as you went to search some creams and filled a bowl with warm water. Once everything was settled up, you sat on the floor, patting on your crossed legs and he smiled slightly, resting his head on top of them as you started to clean his face. He wasn’t too fond of taking care of his skin, so you had done this for him a few times before, massaging his skin while also falling in love with his facial gestures.

“You are beautiful.” His eyes looked up and met with yours, blushing a bit when he processed your words. “Everything about you is beautiful, and fans think the same way, so you shouldn’t worry about that. With or without make up, you are still my gorgeous Han Seungwoo.”

It was obvious he was trying hard not to cringe while also squirming at your words, but it was necessary and even if he acted like that now, he would later remember those words and get all fuzzy. Seungwoo knew it as well, maybe that was the reason why he tried to avoid you complimenting him so much, because he would smile like a dummy out of nowhere and the members would tease him about it forever.

You continued with the routine not without placing a small kiss on the top of his nose, but Seungwoo couldn’t manage to not look at you, the angle resulting funny to him but also feeling tingly on the inside that someone took so much care of him. Moments like these were the ones he missed the most; simple, daily things were what he reminded the most when he was alone or when he couldn’t see you, and it was more than enough for him to be filled with happiness. In a certain way, he hoped you felt the same way in his presence, although you would text him pretty often about the times when you suddenly thought of him.

Last time you had checked your phone, not much had happened, but now it seemed like four hours had flew by without any of you noticing. It was pretty late, and you knew he would have to go soon, otherwise his manger would end up locking him outside the dorms… but if that meant he could stay with you for the night, then it might be worth it, at least for you.

Seungwoo was starting to get ready, quickly grabbing his coat and getting ready when you held his hand tightly.

“Do you really have to go?” He gave you a sad look, but before he replied, you added: “It has been a very, very long time since you stayed… I will personally call your manager and ask for permission, can I?”

How could he say no when he wanted the same thing? And he was aware that his schedule didn’t have anything important the next day or at least, not happening early, and his manager wouldn’t be able to resist your cuteness. It was a technique that had worked in the past, and it had been quite long since the last time you had tried it, so…

It worked. Of course it would work, and now Seungwoo was giggling next to you, struggling to get the blanket to cover his feet as you two snuggled in the almost small bed. His body was curled up right next to yours, holding you close while muttering a few “thank you”s in your ear, and even if you had put all of your effort into it, you couldn’t help but to feel drowsy at his warmth surrounding you. It was the first time in months where you didn’t have to worry about maintaining yourself awake waiting for his good night message, and feeling safe and sound.

“You can sleep, love… I’m quite tired too, so don’t worry about it…” A yawn interrupted his comforting and you smiled.

“I don’t think I can without a lullaby.”

He laughed tiredly, proceeding to sing, but after a few minutes his voice dropped to a slight murmur before you could hear a soft snore. You were getting sleepy too, a wave of calm washing over you as you could felt Seungwoo hugging you tightly while burying his face on the crook of your neck, placing a small kiss that sent shivers down your spine before going back to sleep, dragging you along with him into it.

yes, my shots always finish with everyone sleeping because that’s what true love looks like and also this is super messy and didn’t know how to finish it but I hope it doesn’t suck too much

~Nani

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[taeguboi]

BTS Crush On You: Truth or Dare [Suga version]

Crush On You: RM // Jin // J-Hope // Jimin // V // Jungkook

Care Package To You: RM // Jin // J-Hope // Jimin // V //  Jungkook

New Fiction Masterlist here

This boy be making me feel things lately damn... aaaaaanyone want some yoongi x reader smut?

The initial scenario

Tonight had been planned for ages. You, all your girl friends and the boys. Everyone had been so busy lately with their heavy schedules of work, studying, the lot and everyone agreed that on the next night they were all available, you’d have a sleepover at one of your friend’s shared student houses (which was to be free with it being the holidays,) just like old times and to take time out from your young adult lives.

For some reason, you were never too old to be playing the classic game of truth or dare. In the spacious living room, already in your pyjamas, the group of you sat in a wide circle, some on the floor, some on the sofa, and sleeping bags were scattered everywhere. Many drinks had been consumed and now a space in the middle had been cleared for one of your empty bottles.

One of your friends spins the bottle and you all watch to see who it chooses….

a/n: okay I began the others by doing ‘y/f/n’ to indicate a friend but then since it’s a mixed sleepover, I wanted to mention more girls but it seemed a massive faff about to do y/1/f/n, y/2/f/n and so on... so you can imagine it as your own real friends if you wish but for the purpose of this, I’m doing given names to the girls in the group (tried my best to do mixed / ambiguous names in terms of origin, nationality, etc) Hyejin, (who I guess is the student host?) Jennie, Hannah and Sally 

Dare

“Go on then, give me a dare” Yoongi tells you all, pretty laid back as he takes a sip from his beer bottle and leans his head against the arm of the sofa he sits in front of.

Everyone has a little think about what they want to get your friend to do... Yoongi was always so laid back and it was always fun to get him to do something a bit daft or outside of his usual personality.

Namjoon has already been scrolling down his phone for ideas to keep the game rolling just in case anyone struggles for ideas and after about 5 whole seconds of silence, he reads out -

“Name 5 body parts at random...”

“What? How is this a dare?” enquires Yoongi even though he doesn’t bother to wait for an answer; a dare is a dare after all. “Eh nevermind... uh, 5 you say?”

Namjoon nods “Yes”

“Alright uh... stomach - because I’m hungry - uh... knee,” he continues literally just naming the first thing he saw when he gazed down, “forehead,” he decides as he places his palm on his head to lean on his elbow, “mouth, and.... ears?”

“Right!” says Hyejin taking the phone off Namjoon after looking over his shoulder all this time.

“Hey!” protests Namjoon, a bit annoyed his phone has been snatched out of his hand, but Hyejin ignores him.

“It also says...” she continues, scrolling the page on Namjoon’s phone “...the person to your right has to kiss those parts but I think we can make it a lot more tense with the bottle again” she smirks.

“Oh yeah, really intense, full of adrenaline that” you sarcastically chime in.

“Oh shush, you know what I meant y/n” your friend snaps back then spinning the bottle around on the floor.

The bottle comes to a halt and points in your direction.

“Well thank fuck he didn’t say the feet” you laugh, causing the rest of the group to chuckle as you stand up from the opposite side of the circle and head towards Yoongi.

Yoongi does his best to hide his smile at the choice the bottle made. If he had to choose who he’d prefer to do this, it would be you. Well, maybe he’d trust Joon but he always thinks maybe Joon would be too uncomfortable with it and it would be more cringey than funny... or hot.

But Yoongi tries not to indulge in any romantic or even inappropriate thoughts about you as he watches his crush... he means... his friend walk over.

“So it was: stomach, ears, forehead...” you begin to list only to be interrupted.

“Lips!” booms Hyejin excitedly.

“It was mouth actually” Yoongi corrects.

“In this situation, same thing” she argues with a shrug.

“What was the other one?” you ask everybody.

“Wasn’t it like the knee?” chuckles Jimin.

“I guess I’ll do that one first” you laugh, trying to plan out what order you shall kiss these parts of Yoongi. Probably best to get the awkward ones out of the way first you figure.

You bring yourself to your knees to face Yoongi and be on his level and you each give an amused smile at one another as you head bobs down to give him a peck on his knee.

“‘Might as well just work my way up” you say and out loud for no apparent reason.

Yoongi rests his knees down and stretches them out around you to allow you to lift his pyjama shirt and kiss his stomach. It tickles him a bit but he is successful in not giggling at the sensation. He reckons he could get used to this he tells himself in his mind as he observes how gentle and soft your lips are against his skin.

However, he involuntarily lets out a small sound of surprise as you go straight for the ear as your breath hits his ear a little and Jungkook, Jimin and Jennie chuckle gently as the few sat nearby and able to hear it.

You apologise for making Yoongi jump and you move on to what he assumed was going to be the forehead. From keeping his outwardly cool appearance despite feeling quite happy that you were kissing him, Yoongi was barely prepared for the sensation of you lips pressing against his, the only indication being your hand cupping his face.

“Mmh!” Yoongi exclaims in a mumbled way as he takes a moment to properly react to what is going on here.

“Careful y/n!” laughs Hoseok. “You don’t want to suffocate our Yoongi now, huh?”

Neither you nor Yoongi answer that as Yoongi relaxes himself into the kiss, his hands hovering over your waist. It was always fun having these silly and yes quite juvenile dares since you had all acquired these new busier adult lives because there was hardly time to get involved with anyone romantically or do a few random things and mess around.

Neither of you realise how long this kiss seems to be going on from an outsider point of view until Hyejin speaks up.

“Come on guys! Don’t milk it!” she booms with an amused laugh, causing the two of you to pull it apart.

“Yeah guys! Anyone would think you’re really into each other...” challenges Seokjin.

‘If only you knew...’ thinks Yoongi to himself as you stand up again leaving him wanting more...

“Ahem” coughs Yoongi, clearing his throat as he remembers there was one thing you forgot.

“Oh yeah” you hum, crouching down in front of him to place a kiss on his forehead and for a small moment, you see this relaxed smile on his face.

“Let’s see who’s next!” you exclaim, spinning the bottle in the middle of the room...

Truth

It’s now the early hours of the morning and the dim light of a nearby lamppost on the street and a small lamp on a shelf are all that light the living room.

A small handful of your friends conked out early. Of course Hoseok called Namjoon a lightweight as the latter let out a yawn and asked Hyejin if there was possibly a room free to crash in so that the rest of you didn’t have to worry about volume. Jennie was the unfortunate one who had to be at work for 9 so she had an early night too and took one of the other unlocked rooms.

You had decided to stick to the sleeping bag in the living room and simply ‘upgraded’ to one of the couches when Hoseok, Seokjin, Hannah and Sally cleared it to also sleep elsewhere... well you took the couch that didn’t still have Jimin, Taehyung and Hyejin passed out for the night... ‘Man they drank too much,’ you thought to yourself as you glanced over at them before dozing off.

This left only two of the boys awake in the room; Yoongi and Jungkook, both restless but for different reasons. Jungkook was just always like this at most times of the day or night, but Yoongi? He was still sat in his same spot finishing his last beer of the night thinking about you in the back of his mind as he and Jungkook were in conversation.

He kind of wished you could be the only other one awake instead of Jungkook - no offence of course, he would have thought this about anyone... but then again, he’s Yoongi Min, right? Cool, laid back Yoongi wouldn’t be allowing himself to be openly soppy with a girl so even if you were awake, he’d probably never mention the events from earlier on his mind.

“Hyung?” asks Jungkook noticing Yoongi’s eyes are a bit heavier and sleepier than a few minutes ago. “Are you tired? I’ll stop talking and let you sleep...”

“No, no, no - nahh” replies Yoongi, sitting up more from the slouched position he had sunken into causing the sofa you were sleeping on make a small movement, stirring you - but no one noticed.

Yoongi finished the last sip of beer and placed it alongside all the other empty cans and bottles and glasses on the coffee table which had been shoved out of the way and in front of the tv.

“Why didn’t you pick any truth’s tonight hyung?” asks Kook.

Yoongi gives Jungkook a confused expression. “What sort of question is that?”

“I dunno, I just... noticed. Well, I just realised” shrugs the younger.

‘What goes on in that brain...?’ wonders Yoongi.

“Uh, I dunno why not. Guess I just felt like... making a twat of myself tonight, I dunno” the elder shrugs back.

“Another round?” asks Jungkook.

“Oh god, no thanks, I’m done with drinking for tonight” Yoongi politely declines as he watches Jungkook pick up a bottle.

“No hyung, this one’s empty” Jungkook explains. “I meant since it’s too late to be waking up anyone with dares, we could continue the game but just truths”

“What’s the point in the bottle Kook?” questions Yoongi. “‘Might as well just take it in turns, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, true... maybe I am a tad tired” sighs Jungkook sitting back down in front of his friend.

This round of truths just turns into a sort of deep conversation really as the two talk about life, their worries, their families... and then it lead to how fun tonight was in comparison to how life had been for everyone lately, and Jungkook for not really any reason was kind of curious about one of Yoongi’s dares earlier.

“I wish someone had given me a dare that involved a kiss” pouts Jungkook half joking, referring to you kissing Yoongi.

“See, I said I’d take a dare, but technically it was y/n who did a dare on my turn” hums Yoongi, trying to swerve the younger away from asking any awkward questions

“I hadn’t really thought of it like that, huh” replies Jungkook in thought but soon snapping out of it “But, hey! Quit stalling hyung!” he exclaims a bit too loudly, making Yoongi hush him.

“Jungkook! You’ll wake up y/n!” he mutters through gritted teeth.

“Only y/n?” questions Jungkook. “What about the others too? I could have woken them...”

“Y/n didn’t drink an entire brewery” Yoongi explains.

“True...” agrees Jungkook, now feeling keen to ask this: “What was it like hyung? Is y/n a good kisser? I can’t help but feel curious!” he beams.

“Eh, it was alright” lies the elder casually.

“Just alright? Who’ve you been kissing recently then hyung for that to only be ‘alright’?!”

“Okay, fine then. It was... nice”

“Just ‘nice’?” pushes Jungkook. “Seriously hyung, I can never get a proper answer from you. I think you’re lying.”

“Why would I lie? It wasn’t bad, that’s what I said isn’t it?”

With an exasperated sigh, Jungkook brings himself to his feet. “I’m off to bed then; see you in the morning, hyung”

And with that, Jungkook disappears upstairs assumingly to find an empty unlocked room to crash in.

Yoongi sighs as he is left alone to be awake and with his thoughts.

“It was fucking amazing” he whispers in another breath to himself, tucking himself into his sleeping bag and hoping he might fall asleep now.

What he didn’t know was... he wasn’t the only one awake in that room.

*******

Crush On You: RM // Jin // J-Hope // Jimin // V // Jungkook

Care Package To You: RM // Jin // J-Hope // Jimin // V //  Jungkook

[logical-little-lies]

I Didn’t Think It Would Lead to This-Agere!Sides AU (pt.14)

Patton was curled up next to Virgil, both having been regressed the night prior. Patton wore a pastel blue onesie,and fluffy white socks. His white kitten pacifier was in his mouth, and he had his head laying on Virgil's chest.

Virgil wore black shortalls, with a light purple shirt underneath. No pacifier, but he had his arms wrapped around Patton. Roman and Logan found that when they regressed together, Virgil took over a caring-type role, but in a childish manner. Sort of like an older brother. Logan and Roman found this amusing, and heart-warming.

Logan walked into the commons, taking his place next to the half-asleep Roman, handing him a red mug of coffee.

"Y'know, that day..when Virgil was acting "weird" and all, I didn't think it would lead to this." He motioned around himself, at the two boys on the other side of the couch.

Roman spoke softly and quietly, as to avoid waking Virgil and Patton. "I know," Logan breathed out, "But I'm glad it did. Thomas is doing a bit better all across the board, and all of us are happier..it's a good thing."

Roman nodded, hesitating before he continued. "I know that us all regressing it helping Thomas..but what do you think he'll think of it? And also the fans...he overshares his problems online, to a whole crowd of people. Who's to say he won't reveal our regression to them? If he doesn't judge, then someone in the comment section will."

"You're starting to sound like anxiety," Logan joked, causing him to smile. "But seriously, about what Thomas will think? Well, we all are acceptive, so that means his mind thinks it's okay, so he might be confused at first, but he probably won't be against it. Second off, if we ask him not to say anything to his fans, he won't."

Roman nodded, accepting the reassurance before speaking again. "I-i was just a bit worried about that, that's all. You're the logical one, I figured if I talked to my boyfriend, I'd get negativity all around. And if I talked to Patton.."

"Overwhelming positivity," Logan completed, and Roman nodded again, his only verbal response being a mumbled 'mhm'. After a few moments, Logan spoke again.

"You wanna know something I've noticed?"

"Shoot,"

"None of us ever established caregivers, or any sort of official rules," he chuckled, "we just all sort of trusted the person we were closest to, and that was that."

"Yeah..you're right. I mean, maybe we were waiting until all of us had regressed, or just waiting to see how many of us were actually littles," Roman vaguely motioned to him, "so we could kind of figure out our dynamic, I guess. So far, all I see is that, when someone regressed, they go to their boyfriend, and if they are unavailable or little, then another person takes care of them. We are all..sort of each others caregivers, as far as I can tell."

Logan nodded, "you're not wrong."

Roman went to go say something until Logan was distracted by the adorable sound of Patton waking up.

"Papa?" Patton sat up slowly, rubbing at him eyes, pulling his pacifier out of his mouth. He yawned and put it back in, glancing around hurriedly for his stuffed animal. Logan was quick to get up, locating it and handing it to him. Patton buried his face in it's fur, humming thankfully. After a few moments, he made grabby hands towards Logan.

Logan knew what he wanted, picking him up and walking back to the couch where Roman sat. "Still feel little, baby boy?" Logan asked, setting him in his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. Patton kicked his feet with a playful squeal, nodding his head. His smile dropped.

"M' I to much..I-i can be big!" he offered, and Logan shook his head quickly.

"No, no, no, Pat. I was just curious to see if I'd have a baby for the morning or not, it's alright. You're so cute,"

Roman rolled his eyes, directing his attention to Virgil, who was waking up slowly. "Hey, Vee. Sleep well?"

Virgil nodded slowly, getting up and coming to hug Roman, still half asleep.

"How about you, are you still little?"

"nuh-uh!" he denied quietly, and Roman only laughed and moved to kiss his forehead.

"How old are you, darling?"

"Big," he looked so serious, attempting to convince him.

"But babyy," Roman pretended to pout, tapping the button of his nose. "What if I want to cuddle with Toddler Vee?"

Virgil went from shy to giggly and shy. "You're silly, dada," he mumbled, and Roman did a double take.

"what did you just say?"

"N-nothing," Virgil assured, summoning his black bear and hiding his face in it.

"Wait, no! Say it again," Roman urged, and Virgil shook his head. Roman resorted to tickling his sides, and Virgil giggled.

"Dada, no! Stooppp!" he whined, and Roman smiled.

"See, that wasn't hard, baby."

Virgil still looked shy, pouting a bit. Roman hugged him, kissing his forehead. "It's alright, Vee. It's very cute, I'm fine with it."

He blushed, looking down shyly. "What about we have some breakfast,hmm?" Roman looked to Logan, who was still babying Patton in his lap.

"Yeah, Thomas is making breakfast now,so we should too."

Roman agreed with Logan's words, getting up and taking his place at the stove. Usually, if Patton wasn't available to cook, then Logan would. But Roman could tell that Patton was regressed deeper, meaning that he needed more attention.

Patton clumsily followed Logan into the kitchen, and Logan instructed him to sit in his normal seat. But the baby pouted and whimpered, and Logan knew there was no point in arguing, pulling him into his lap. "When we eat,you have to go to your seat,alright baby?"

Patton shook his head quickly, causing Virgil to giggle. "Yes, you will," Logan assured, and Patton hummed out a few works quietly,

"Nuh-uh,don't wanna.."

It was muffled by his pacifier, but Logan understood. "Stop pouting and listen," he spoke, slightly harsher.

Patton whimpered,closing his eyes and going quiet. He sniffled slightly, and Logan quickly realized what he had done. It only took the slightest amount of anger, of annoyance, or anything that seemed harsh for the baby to cry.

Logan bounced his leg, distracting him while removing Patton's glasses. "Shh, it's okay. None of that, papa isn't mad at you,"

Roman busied himself while Logan handled Baby Pat, filling a bottle for Patton, and a sippy cup for Virgil.

"Sorry, papa. I move," Patton mumbled,trying to move out of his lap. Logan tightened his arms around his waist and shook his head.

"Careful baby, you'll hurt yourself. And you don't need to be sorry, I'm not upset with you," Logan assured, and Patton hummed, still obviously feeling bad.

Logan wiped the few tears from under Patton's eyes, kissing his cheek. Patton smiled, leaning into him. "Hmm? You like kisses?" Logan teased, repeatedly kissing the boys face, causing him to giggle. Within seconds of Logan's playful antics, Patton had forgotten all about his quick second of brattiness.

"Why are you so lucky? You get Patton,he's so easy to take care of," Roman smiled heartily, handing Logan the bottle, full of warm cinnamon milk. Patton absolutely loved it, making grabby hands towards the light blue bottle.

"Virgil isn't hard though, he's just shy, you just have to be comforting and figure out what's he needs. The only hard one is you," Logan didn't realize what he was saying, and he shut his mouth quickly, distracting himself by taking the bottle from Patton and helping him before he spilled it.

Virgil giggled again, while Roman playfully glared at him. This staring contest only lasted for a few seconds before Roman spoke. "So..today I really wanted to visit The Vineyard Village in the imagination, can you babysit Virge for me?"

"I suppose so," Logan sighed, and Virgil pouted.

"Dada's leavin'?"

Logan raised his eyebrow,asking a silent question that Roman understood, 'dada?'.

"I'll tell you later," he replied, turning back to Virgil. "Vee,I'll be back soon, for now you get to play with Baby Pat and Lo, mhm?"

Virgil protested,pouting and huffing, and resulted to a slightly harsher route. "Stop it,I'm only gonna be gone for a bit,"

"B-but-"

"Virgil."

Virgil absolutely hated that tone, so he shut up with a pout. Roman knew what would come next if he didn't give him a bit of affection, he kissed his forehead to make up for snapping. "I love you, Vee. More than anything,alright?"

"Love you too, dada," Virgil smiled slightly, and Roman swiped his sippy cup off the counter and gave it to him.

"Good baby," Virgil accepted the praise, kicking his feet.

Soon, breakfast was done,and Roman was leaving. Patton sat on the couch, amusing himself with the stuffed dinosaur that rattled. Virgil seemed annoyed by the sound, but he didn't do anything. Patton was giggling and being adorable, Virgil couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.

"Virgil should be good, I've never had to go farther than just a stern tone with him. If you have to be stern, give him lots of affection after, okay? I'm also giving you the authority to put him in timeout, but I doubt that'll be needed."

Logan chuckled at his rambling, practically pushing him out of the door. "It's gonna be fine, I know how to deal with a little."

Roman hesitantly nodded. "You know..I could just wait until Vee is big before I go-"

Logan blocked him from re-entering the home, cutting him off. "Just go,"

Roman sighed, finally leaving. Logan closed the door behind him and approached the couch. Patton seemed content with his stuffed dinosaur (the noise was annoying, even accompanied by Patton's adorable giggles and babbles), so Logan crouched down in from of Virgil.

"Hey Vee,"

"..hi Lo.."

"How old are you feeling, Virge?" Logan asked.

"Five? I don't want a sippy cup anymore," his voice was more normal, but still little. The lack of Roman, along with his personal anxiety, was affecting his headspace age.

He handed Logan the sippy cup, "You sure, bud?"

Virgil nodded, and Logan slowly took the cup. "You know, you're allowed to be little without Roman here,"

"N-no, I'm to much. A-and only Ro knows how to..how to..." Virgil seemed to have somewhat of a difficult time forming his words. Logan waited for Virgil to speak, encouraging him to go on. "Take care of me, you already have Pat, don't wanna be to much..."

"Virgil....you can't help feeling little, okay? Yes, you might be able to control it better than the others, but you still need to use it to help yourself. It's a good thing, and you won't be "to much" for me. I promise,"

Virgil didn't seem convinced, and Logan rolled his eyes, realizing the only way to persuade a five year old. He held out a pinky, and Virgil giggled, locking his into Logan's.

"So...a certain birdy told me that you like scooby doo, is that true?"

Virgil smiled, bouncing in place, giggling. "Yes, yes! I wanna watch ittt!"

This wouldn't be so hard, right?

A/N: Let the games begin. I’ve reached the good part

[thepatricktreestump]

Crush pt2 - peter parker imagine

crush masterlist

part 2 – an apartment in queens

               The following weeks you found yourself sitting at Peter Parker’s lunch table nearly every day. You slowly got to know him better, understanding his passion for photography, his love for Star Wars, and of course, his obsession with science puns. Alongside him, you also got to know his friends, MJ and Ned. MJ was more laid back and careless than Peter, messy hair and doodling in class, dark humor and straight-to-the-point conversation. She wasn’t like the other girls you knew who liked to gossip about drama or swoon over boys. Instead she talked about true crime and conspiracy theories. Ned was a lot like Peter, minus the anxiety. He was a goofball who enjoyed LEGOs and read comic books and was always excited to announce whatever latest movie just came out or NASA’s newest discovery. His friends were interesting and cool, and you enjoyed hanging out with them a lot too. Of course, they weren’t nearly as charming and polite as Peter was, but you liked the company all the same. MJ was reliable in recommending you good music and Ned in showing you memes he thought you’d appreciate.

               As far as Peter goes, when you weren’t sending silly selfies to each other or texting paragraphs back and forth over the phone, you both made an effort to spend time together at school. Study hall slowly became a regular thing between the two of you. After the dismissal bell rang, you would meet at the cafeteria vending machines to grab snacks, and then spread your textbooks out on a library table and breeze through your homework, sharing jokes and stories about the school day or whatever else was going on in your lives at the time. However, approaching the library that evening, both of you instantly pouted at the notice posted on the door.

               “Closed for SAT prep,” Peter read aloud. “Uh oh.”

               “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you stared at the piece of paper taped to the entrance, letting out a small huff. “We have a test tomorrow and to be completely honest, I haven’t even read the last two chapters yet.”

               “I have,” Peter piped up. “I can fill you in if you want, you can borrow notes.” He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes. “Although it’s not like you to be slacking on an assignment. What’s up?”

               “I’ve just been helping my dad with this uh, this project lately,” you replied. “I’m trying to figure out how to improve computation time through admissible heuristic-”

               “A* yeah,” Peter blurted, recognizing your words, and you paused, thoroughly impressed.

               “Wait! Parker, you’re telling me you know algorithms?” you stood there, jaw still hanging in surprise.

               “Sure, I am a computer geek after all,” he chuckled softly, flexing a humble brag. “I have a bit of experience in computer science, if you ever want a helping hand.”

               “Holy shit,” you blinked, thinking to yourself, as if he couldn’t get any hotter?

               “Anyways, you should really get on those chapters. You know this exam makes up ten percent of our grade for the quarter.” He pauses to think for a moment and then his eyes light up with an idea. “Let’s hang at my place and I can catch you up,” he offers, and you look at him incredulously, practically delirious at this point.

               “Y-you want me to come over?” you raise an eyebrow and he stiffens, hesitant.

               “Uh, I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he explains. “I just thought since the library was closed, you know, we could find a different place to study. It doesn’t have to be my place we can go to a coffee shop or the park or something-”

               “No, no your place sounds perfect,” you insisted, head reeling at the fact that your crush just invited you to their house.

               “Awesome, cause I know a really good pizza place on the way,” he grins and you think you could melt on the spot right there.

               Peter doesn’t live very far from Midtown at all, just a couple transfers. And as far as pizza recommendations go, he knows the very best spot in town. It’s obvious he’s a Queens kid, the way he walks about the city and interacts with the people, it’s like there’s nowhere else he could ever possibly belong. It’s heartwarming, to see the way he talks about his favorite shops and people, pointing out little things like good climbing trees and perfect awnings for being caught in the rain. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he created the city himself, the way he was familiarized with everything. It was impressive.

               Your dad didn’t really let you out of the tower to roam much. Happy usually escorted you around a in a car or he insisted you take a taxi rather than the subway. When you did go out, it was usually in his company, to a fancy party or a conference hall, a five-star restaurant or a prestigious academy. Being raised surrounded with such success and wealth was a blessing, and you were ever grateful for it, but it was times like these when you wondered what it would’ve been like to just be a normal kid. To be able to explore and meet others and know the city as well as Peter does, every little hideout and bodega, the best spot to watch the sunrise or grab a sandwich.

               “Well uh, this is it,” Peter clutched onto the straps of his backpack, giving a nervous smile. “It might not be much, but it’s my home. It’s just me and my Aunt May, she’s the one who pretty much raised me so…” He shrugged and then opened up the door, you being sure to take everything in.

               “Oh my gosh Peter! Hi! How was school today? Oh! And you brought a friend!” a bubbly brunette with glasses greeted both of you, scooping up Peter in a hug, and you instantly knew she must be Aunt May. “Hi dear, I’m Aunt May and you are?”

               “This is y/n, remember?” Peter introduced you and you raised an eyebrow at that last part, noting the way that he must’ve mentioned you to her before. You tried to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

               “Y/n? Oh yes, how could I forget your-” May paused immediately upon Peter’s terrified eyes and nodded slowly. “Your uh, your?”

               “My friend,” he smiled. “She’s my friend, May.”

               “Right. Awesome,” she looked at you and you could sense her suspicion, that they were hiding something, but you dismissed it and smiled back. “I’m so glad you could come visit today, Miss Y/n! Peter’s told me so much about you.” You looked at Peter and he gave you terrified eyes, making you laugh. “Oh, was I not supposed to say that?” May turned to you and you laughed harder, reassuring her it was just fine, but inside, your head was reeling. Peter had talked to her about you before? You just hoped it was all good things.

               “Anyways… We’re gonna study for our test, so we’ll be in my room. Just knock if you need me,” Peter explained, and to your surprise, grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall, heart fluttering in your chest every step of the way. He dumped his bookbag on the ground and shut the door, flopping onto his bed, sighing. “Sorry that’s my Aunt May, she can be a little overbearing at times.”

               “No, no, you’re all fine,” you reassured, taking a seat next to him at the edge of his bed. “I get it. My dad can be a lot like that too. Lots of questions and pestering- it’s just cause they care about us, you know.”

               “Yeah, I appreciate that,” Peter smiled softly, leaning up and looking at you, noticing the way you pressed your lips together, waiting to ask something. “What?”

               “You told her about me?” you wondered, and he swallowed nervously, clearly embarrassed.

               “I mean, uh… Yeah. I did…” He paused, staring at the floor. “Is that okay?” he asked, scared. “I mean, I tell Aunt May about everything, she’s sort of my best friend- but not in a weird way, she’s my aunt you know, but-”

               “You’re fine, Peter,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

               “Oh,” he grew quiet, letting out a soft sigh of relief as you laughed a bit harder, smiling at him. He looked back at you, face reddening, hazel eyes softened. “You have a nice laugh, you know.”

               “Really?” you cocked your head to the side, growing self-conscious. “I always thought it was a bit too obnoxious.”

               “No, it’s genuine,” he shook his head, insisting. “I like it a lot.” He looked down towards his feet and started to pull out some textbooks from his backpack, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble. “I could probably listen to it all day.”

               Reading classic English literature was never the most exciting way to pass time, but with Peter, it instantly became your favorite hobby. Both of you impersonated characters and made fun of the old dialect, as well as sprinkled in vine references at every appropriate moment. While writing notes, you doodled cartoons in the margins and decorated them with stickers. It was like hanging out with Peter outside of school made doing school related things much less nerve wracking. It gave you the freedom to be laid back, boisterous, and most of all, handsy. Throughout studying you found yourselves guilty of seeming to find any excuse to touch the other, whether it was poking, tickling, pulling hair, slugging a shoulder, or tugging on a sleeve. At one point, Peter even leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder and watching as you scrawled down notes, making your head dizzy.

               A notification went off on Peter’s phone and he sighed, walking over to where it was charged on his desk before staring intently. “Woah,” he held his phone screen up to you with the displayed time. “I didn’t even know it was this late! I’m sorry.”

              “Oh no,” you glanced at your own phone, spotting the several missed calls and texts from your father, sighing. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole. Shooting your dad a couple texts and asking Happy to come pick you up, you groaned, realizing there was no avoiding explanations on this one. The school library wouldn’t have even been open for study hall at this time if you said you were there. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Peter.”

              “It’s okay,” he insisted, although you could sense his disappointment too. “Maybe another time?”

              “Definitely,” you grinned. “I think I like hanging here much better than the library. You even have a periodic table up on your wall for reference.”

              “Exactly!” he pointed out, overexcited, and you giggled at his enthusiasm. “The library’s got nothing on us.”

              “It’s a lot quieter in here too,” you added. “Which is ironic, because you’d think a library is the quietest place there is.”

              “Not in a high school it’s not,” Peter shook his head and you laughed alongside him.

              “You got that right,” you agreed.

              Gathering up your things into your bookbag, you joked back and forth with him, until you were about to head out the door and he stopped you, making you freeze. “C-can I ask you something?” he wondered and you stared up at him, wide eyed, nervous. “I’ve sort of been meaning to ask you but I get nervous sometimes and I didn’t know how you’d react but uh-”

              “What’s up, Parker?” you smirked, having a feeling that whatever was about to happen could only lead to something good.

              “Well you see, there’s this dance coming up, next week actually, and me and Ned were talking about it. Um, it’s the homecoming dance. I was wondering, if it’s okay with you, and it can be as friends or maybe more than friends but well, maybe, I was thinking…” he stopped rambling and sighed, looking at you, frustrated and terrified of himself all at the same time. “Would you like to be my date to the homecoming dance next Friday?”

              “Peter-” you stared at him, fireworks exploding in your chest. “Yes! Of course!”

              “Wait, really?” his eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, dropping your bookbag and rushing up to hug him.

              “Really,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. You had never hugged Peter before, but he was warm and comfy and he smelled like fabric softener. You buried your face into his shoulder, squeezing tight, muffling your giggles. Both of you pulled back and he was smiling ear to ear, you as well. “I wish I could stay longer, but um, I’ll be sure to shoot you a text when I get home.”

              “For sure,” he kept smiling at you like a fool, and you couldn’t say anything because you bet you probably looked the exact same.

              Waving goodbye to Aunt May and closing the door behind you, you took a step before instantly hearing Peter excitedly ramble on to his aunt. “I asked the question May- the one to the dance. And she said yes! She said yes, holy shit- I’m gonna need a suit. And a corsage. Where do you even get a corsage?”

              “Woah, slow down there, kiddo,” Aunt May chuckled. Trying not to eavesdrop any longer, your entire face flushed, heart fluttering, fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you walked down the hall. You were falling for Peter Parker. And you were falling hard.

              The car ride home with Happy was pretty quiet, and you knew you were going to get another talking to, you could just feel it. It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to be rebellious or anything, sometimes you just genuinely lost track of time. It was easy to be distracted when you were with someone like Peter. Your attention seemed to effortlessly gravitate towards him, you couldn’t even help it yourself. Making your way up to the elevator, half of you was still buzzing with excitement from your night at Peter’s, but the other half was dreading the rest of the night to come dealing with the repercussions from your dad.

              “It’s nine o’clock, y/n. Where in the hell were you? And don’t even start with study hall,” your dad folded his arms, already exhausted.

              “I went over to a friend’s house to study,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time and I just-”

              “Was it a boy?” he looked at you, narrowing his eyes from behind his glasses and you sighed. “The boy?”

              “What does it matter?” you whined.

              “It matters because you’re the type of girl to get into trouble,” he argued and you did a doubletake, offended.

              “Excuse me?” you stared at him. “I get perfect grades, dad! I’m on the honor roll! And you think that I’m going to get myself into trouble?”

              “You’re my daughter, y/n. There’s no way in hell that you aren’t,” he shook his head. Tony sighed, looking you up and down, and then pursed his lips. “Does he treat you right at least? This boy?”

              “Y-yeah,” you blushed, nodding, slowly feeling your agitation fade away. “He’s really sweet.”

              “Is he smart?”

              “Super smart. He competes in the decathlon, dad. Plus he literally studies computer programming for fun.”

              “So he’s a giant nerd.”

              “No! Okay, maybe. But he’s a cute nerd.”

              “Alright, alright,” Tony nodded slowly. “So are you two dating or is this a crush type situation?”

              “He asked me to the homecoming dance,” you told him, blushing furiously just at the thought of Peter Parker in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, swaying with you on the dance floor.

              “I better get around to meeting this kid then,” he insisted. “If he’s inviting you over and going to the dance with you and all.”

              “I’m sure you will, dad,” you smiled sweetly. “The dance is coming up soon and he’s obviously going to pick me up so, you can have a couple words with him then. He’ll be dressed up and everything, it’ll make a good impression.”

              “Right, right,” he laughed. “Well just be careful, alright? I can’t have my daughter’s heart getting broken out here. He should know he’s messing with Iron Man’s daughter, I’ll kick his ass if he ever wrongs you.”

              “I know, dad,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a big hug. “But I think we’re safe with this one. He’s a really good guy. I can feel it.”