#d/a who in turn yelled at me then gave me the cold shoulder and then proved his point when a friend tweeted something vaguely similar

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.

Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist

As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.

You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.

“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!” 

Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.

“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”

Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders. 

You lean into his hand.

“It's ok Simon.”

And with that you let him be.

Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.

“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled. 

The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac! 

You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König. 

The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt, 

“Who is this? How did you get this number.”

“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”

His voice changed immediately,

“Schatz! Where are you?”

You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.

“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.

You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.

“You called the Austrian?”

It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.

“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?” 

He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him.  The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.

“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!” 

You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand. 

“I don’t like him.”

You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,

“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? 

He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth. 

“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time. 

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.

“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”

His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.

“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.

“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.

“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening. 

You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions. 

“Simon!” He blacks out.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you. 

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.

“Schatz”  

You turn to him in question.

“Are you and the Ghost together.” 

The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.

You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.” 

König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.

“It's complicated ja?”

You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch. 

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant. 

“Back the fuck off of them.”

He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon. 

“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.

“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.

“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,

“Wha-” 

He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.

“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.

“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show. 

Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you. 

His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.

“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you. 

König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully. 

He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.

“No, please stay.” 

His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment. 

“No Dove, let me see you.” 

Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed. 

“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too. 

Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms. 

He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,

“I love you.”

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.

“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?” 

He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you. 

“Just thinking Dove.”

He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,

“Just thinking.”

End Track

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Hi can you do where reader is held captive by batman and jason is frantically searching for reader and was found and is rescued from batman.

This batman is a bit selfish 😒.Can you make it angst pls but they get a good ending.

Sorry if this is to much to ask 😅.hope you have a great day or night 👍.

Like an imposter Batman?? I wasn’t quite sure what to make out of this so I hope you don’t mind an imposter Batman holding the reader captive. 😭

⋙l o a d i n g…

loading completed!✓ …━━━━━☆

┏ ⋙A Desperate Rescue- Red Hood x Reader┛

***Warning: Kidnapping, Cussing, Violence but written vaguely, Gun shots cuz Jason, Angst (?) with a good ending, idk wtf I’m doing-

♧…━━━━━☆

You didn’t quite know what to expect when the Batman appeared. Jason had told you before: it was the rich, billionaire CEO Bruce Wayne under that mask and so happened to be his father (in a sense).

…Until he gave you that unsettling grin when you followed him to the alleyway where you realised this wasn’t Batman.

“H-Hey! Let me go!” You yelled, trying your best to scream and shout for someone to help you but “Batman” place his hand over your mouth to silence you as you flailed and kick your arms to break free but to no avail.

Your only last hope was clicking onto that Batsignal Jason gave you in that back pocket of your jeans before “Batman” knocked you out as everything went to black.

♧…━━━━━☆

What the hell? What the fuck?

Jason was running through the dark corridors of this maze of a room, feet hurrying down each path only to a dead end before he had to retrace he ran in a different path. It was dizzying, tiring and confusing, especially since he didn’t even know which way was which.

All the Batsignal told him was that you’re stuck in some abandoned warehouse you’re in trouble. He didn’t think it’ll be this hard to find you.

Jason was panicking: heartbeat skyrocketing, palms sweaty, forehead perspiring with a thin layer of cold sweat as his knees felt weak even if he was running as fast as he can. Anything can happen to you if he doesn’t reach wherever you are on time. You could be killed, taken away to some unknown place or even… Jason doesn’t want to think about it other than he needs to find you.

Desperately.

The multiple doors that led to no where made him cuss every time as Jason was frantically searching for you all over the place. Finally, he heard it.

“Let me go—!”

The faint muffle from a door made him instantly knew you were there. He didn’t hesitate to kick down the door to come face to face with the masked crusader, but he knew better that this isn’t Batman. The whited eyes of his red helmet narrowed, the irises hidden behind shortened to slits as he grew furious at this imposter of Batman smirking at him.

Without saying a word, he kicked his hands away from your tied up body, ripping the ropes that bind your hands swiftly yet carefully as to not hurt you. He placed his jacket over your head and told you gruffly:

“I need you to cover your eyes and ears for me, okay sweetheart?”

You complied, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your ears as you heard the faint sounds of fists punching and gun shots, the ground very subtly shaking. Or maybe that’s you shaking, you weren’t quite sure anymore.

Slowly, a hand touched your head and you quickly turned around but calmed down when you saw it was Jason who had taken his helmet off to look at you with soft, emerald green eyes, black tuff of hair with the white strands from his bangs sweaty and slightly sticking to his skin that you still found charming.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked softly, gently placing his two hands on either side of your shoulders as he assessed for any injuries, eyes mostly trailing back to your face.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “No… I’m okay.”

Jason sighed with relief, wrapping his arms around you close.

He’s not gonna let you go anytime soon.

♧…━━━━━☆

[bluesky-kitty]

Kai Anderson x fem reader || angst, fluff ||

“Mother”

tw-kai, fighting

As I tucked my two years old daughter in the bed, I heard the door slam behind me. Who could it be? Oh, her father.

“Why the fuck I am not informed about our sick child?” He said angrily with wide eyes.

“You were working so I didn't wan-”

“Are you out of your mind?” He knelt on the floor next to Victoria's bed and looked at her sadly. “It's nothing serious, just a little cold..”

“When you will understand that everything about her is special and serious?” She fake coughed. She always does that around Kai. Always some sign of injury. She always wants his attention.

“My poor baby”

“D..da…daddy!”

“Daddy’s here.” He placed his large palm on her small forehead. “She’s burning, we have to do something.” He said panicked. I put my arm on his shoulder. “I already gave her medicine.” He stood up sharply and dragged me away from Victoria.

“Not enough y/n. That is not enough, what you’re doing.” I looked at him confused and shocked. “How could you let her get sick? What kind of mother you are?”

This made me mad. “Excuse me? What kind of father you are? I always take care of her, I try to make everything easier for her and make her life better, and most importantly, I love her!” This last part of the sentence made me nervous, I don't know why I said it. I just had to. I felt need to tell him.

“Oh yeah? Really y/n? Now I don’t love her? I don’t take care of my blood, my skin, my heart?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mea-” He quickly went to our daughter and took her in his arms harshly. She got nervous and started crying as Kai carried her around like a plastic doll.

“Stop! You’re hurting her!” I ran after him all over the house, slapped his shoulders and tried to take my child back, but nothing. When he left her on the bed in our room, he turned and slapped me. I fell to the ground from the force of the blow of his hand.

“Maa..ma okay?” Victoria's big eyes looked at me with a spark.

Shit, Kai didn’t realize he hit me in front of her.

“Mama just fell, she’s okay sugar” He picked me up and acted like the slap never happened.

He took me to the basement and threw me on the ground. “Let me go fucker I am her mother!”

“I put her into you, I made her, she’s my messiah but you act like she’s your enemy.”

I wanted to laugh so bad but I couldn’t.

“I just can’t belive what are you saying”

Again his episode. Kai would say some things that are insane and think that’s true. Drugs blurred his boundaries of reality.

“You stay here till I let you go.”

He was gone as I heard the lock. I know he won't harm our daughter. He is too protective over her which puts me in situations like this.

Kai was giving all his past weakness to her. She always wanted daddy to feed her, daddy to put her to sleep, daddy to sleep on, always daddy.

I don't even remember how many times I thought I was a bad mother. It always hurt me, but Kai said I was exaggerating. She loves both of us? I don’t think so. I remembered the time when he tickled Victoria's neck and stomach with his nose. Her giggles could be heard to the other side of the world. Then he would pretend to be a monster and bite her hands while she kicked him with her little feet. I don’t think he’s pretending to be a monster anymore, I think he became one.

I heard his voice in my memories. “Hey” He was standing at the door. “What?”

“I think she’s hungry..”

Then why don’t you feed her? fucking daddy

I wanted to yell. But I didn’t. I stood up and started to go through the door but his hand stopped me.

He definitely noticed I was crying. He gently pressed his rough lips to my wet dark circles, hoping to soften them.

“i’m sorry babe.”

“She good?”

He nodded with smile. “She good baby” We finally hugged. “Now she wants your tits so lets go” I smiled slightly.

As I walked into room, she was on her stomach trying to move. Kai and I looked at each other exiting. She was everything we had.

While I was breastfeeding her, Kai couldn’t stop talking. “I mean what if one day she kick us out of the house we build for her or even run away-”

“You’re really hungry Vic”

“I’m hungry too mama”

“Shut up” I could see smirk on his face.

“Make sure the milk is warm”

“Are you stupid? It’s always warm.”

“Good to know. Is she cold?”

“Stop worrying, I’m here too, I know things”

“Sorry mama”

I smiled at his apology. Kai ran his hand through her young curly hair. She had long dark eyes. When she finished, I laid her down between me and Kai. The baby's scent wafted across our bed, it felt heavenly. My eyelids got heavier and heavier until they finally fell.

______

The cold air woke me up. I heard deep sighs. My boyfriend was not in bed. In total darkness, I got out of bed and went to the open window, in front of which Kai was standing. His muscular back bare, filled with my incised nail lines. I hugged him around the waist and kissed his shoulder.

"My beloved, my king, my lover, my whole world…what’s wrong?” He wiped away his tears and continued to look into the distance.

“I don’t know..I guess I’m afraid something bad will happen to her. ” He said biting his lip. After Kai lost his parents he was afraid of losing all of us. “But we'll never let anything happen to her, will we?” I asked him, pushing the blue locks out of his face. “I’m losing my shit.”

He turned and put me over his shoulder. I giggled quietly as he threw me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and slipped his hand under my nightgown. “Kai you horny maniac calm down”

I laid down on top of him and place a little kiss on his lips which turned into a makeout session. It wasn’t some preparing for sex. The feeling of being in his big warm hands was stronger than anything. And just like that, all three of us fell asleep pressed against each other.

Yes, your daughter’s name is Victoria, hot just like her daddy is.

[dem0nguy]

PART 2.2 THE ELECTRIC BOOGALOO‼️‼️

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9/23/19 - Part 2

Despite the… unique, events that took place this morning. I was still hopeful that this would be a great first day of middle school! Though for once, my brother did not.

Conner had been as ecstatic as I was about entering 6th grade. But now I watch him practically shaking with anxiety. Sat beside me in the back seat of our dad’s car, he fidgets with the bracelet on his wrist.

I look down at my bracelet. I didn’t really observe it too much before, but I notice a sort of indent on the side. A small divot in the cold black rock. It almost looked like a switch or button, but I wasn’t going to mess with it. At least, not right now… Good plan past me, very good plan.

Me and Conner got out of the car and waved our dad goodbye, then turned to stare at the giant concrete building before us. We’d been here once, for a sort of “walk your schedule” night. But it was still intimidating to think that right in front of me was so much potential. (In turn, it gave me so much anxiety.) Jeez, I was this anxious when I was twelve?? Makes me wonder how I made it to seventeen.

The two of us entered through the large reinforced doors of the school, into a crowded hall filled with one too many students. I share a look with my brother, before I take my schedule out.

We didn’t have first period together, the both of us knew that. But we do have math and history together later in the day.

I glance back at Conner, who took a deep breath, regaining his composure. “Adam, we better find answers to this.” He whispers, “Because I don’t think I can live every day normally knowing that one potential slip up could actually just ruin me forever.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at him, he’s always had this notion that he’d be super popular in middle school. I wouldn’t doubt it if he did become popular, he’s very talkative. But the goal was just a little silly to me. We have a small group of good friends, what more do we really need? Water, kielbasa pasta, steak, chicken—I’m just hungry again…

“Adam this is serious!” Conner exclaims, going back to fidgeting with the bracelet. “What if someone finds out? We’d be the school freaks!”

“Conner as long as we keep the bracelets on we’ll be fine.”

“I don’t trust these things, I don’t know what they are or what we even are.” He stops to think for a moment, “We need to find Mr. G as soon as possible.”

I nod in agreement, “Yes, but first we need to get to class and stuff.”

“Class isn’t important Adam. We are literal supernatural entities! And we need ANSWERS.” Conner whisper-yells. I’m surprised Conner didn’t just tell the whole school himself, with how loud he is all the time.

“We’ll be fine Conner.” I pat him on the shoulder, “We both have him fourth period right before lunch, we can stay after class and ask questions then.”

Conner huffs, as though he still wanted to disagree with me. “Fine.” He says, “But if someone finds out I’m a supernatural creature they’re gonna figure out you are too.” He starts off down the hall ahead of me, I shake my head.

Conner was always one for dramatizing things. Though, this is a pretty dramatic situation… Well, it isn’t immediately endangering. It’s just weird, really weird. Honestly I’m getting a headache just thinking about it. But it could also be cool, in an odd-dramatically-weird kinda way. I mean, supernatural means superpowers right? So what if we have superpow—

An obnoxiously loud bell goes off. Right, class, first day of school. I look down at my schedule again, science. Room 1703. I hope that’s close by… It was not close by.

My first three classes were boring as hell, I expected at least science to be interesting! But the teacher sounded like he was half asleep the whole time. At the very least I shared that class with Brice, one of me and Conner’s friends.

English I shared with Lily, my best friend. But it wasn’t the most interesting either. Math was especially boring, I don’t like math. I got to see Conner, but we were sat on opposite sides of the room. I still don’t like math.

Now, history is where things get interesting. Mr. G, our teacher, seems like a nice guy overall. He has graying light-brown hair, sea-green eyes, pale skin, and a kind smile. He wears a forest green jacket over a burgundy sweater-vest, and that over a white button up. (Part of me wonders how he doesn’t overheat) He also wears dark blue pants, with very professional looking black shoes. Well, I know how he doesn’t overheat now…

Despite any notions I had about him, he ended up teaching us some super interesting stuff! He said most of this year, we’d be learning about ancient cultures. Including what beings they worshiped, which intrigued me. If I’m a demon of sorts, that means demons and angels and stuff are real. So is there a god to accompany those creatures?

This would probably be the first of many questions I would ask him… Spoiler, there is no god. (If there is, he left to get the milk.)

After class ended, me and Conner hesitantly approached him. “Hey, uh, Mr. G?” Conner says, getting his attention.

He turns to face us, a welcoming grin on his face. “Hey you two! What do you need?”

Hell, are we actually doing this? What if Uncle Sam is wrong? What if Mr. G can’t help us? What if we do become frea— “We were wondering if you could help us with something.” Conner continues.

Mr. G nods slowly, “Alright, what is it?”

I share a nervous look with my twin. It seems neither of us have full confidence that Mr. G can help us.

“It’s uhm,” Conner hesitates, “A little complicated I guess��” He didn’t exaggerate for once! +5 points to you Conner.

“I’m sure I can understand.” Mr. G shrugs.

“We—uh, well we’re….” Conner struggles to find the words to explain our predicament.

“You’re nephalem.” Mr. G says.

“What?” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve never heard of whatever that is in my life. “And how did you—“

“Your Uncle sent you to me, right?”

Me and my brother nod.

“That’s how.” He chuckles kindly. “I can help you out, no worries.” Mr. G moves to a nearby bookshelf, shifting through it. Holy shit this makes so much sense now, I need to write this in my jour— oh wait I threw that one out. Fuck.

“Well uh, we had some questions first.” Conner asks. Mr. G hums in response, pulling down a book from the shelf, which he places on a nearby desk. “Ask away,” He says, flipping through pages of the book.

“Wh—“ “What’s a nephalem?” I interrupt Conner, he elbows me. I elbow him back.

“A nephalem is a creature made of both angelic and demonic energy. In turn, it shares traits of both angels and demons.” Mr. G frowns, closing the book and putting it back on the shelf.

“Demonic, energy?” Conner questions.

“Oh,” Mr. G turns to us. “You guys really don’t know anything do you?”

We shake our heads.

Mr. G sighs, rubbing his brow before readjusting his glasses. “I would’ve expected Sampson to at least tell you something… Well, no worries.” He clears his throat. “I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“Ok, but, how do you know all of this stuff?” Conner glares. He was rightfully suspicious y’know.

Mr. G shrugs. “I’m a cambion, a lesser cambion. But a cambion nonetheless.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. (I love that stupid rhyme.)

“What is a cambion??” Conner shouts, becoming visibly annoyed. He had every right to be, but perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to yell at the one person willing to help us… I beg to differ, you get em Conner.

Luckily, Mr. G was unbothered. “A cambion is a being that is half human, half demon. They have a lot less demonic energy than a demon does, and in place of it they have neutral energy.”

“So long story short,” I begin slowly, “You’re a demon?”

Mr. G nods, “As is your Uncle.”

Conner scoffs, “Our Uncle is a demon?”

“Cambion,” Mr. G corrects, “but as Adam stated. It’s essentially the same thing.”

And now I’m confused. In retrospect, it all made sense. The whole, demon-human logic or whatever. That’s not what confused me. What did, was how we could’ve gone our entire lives not knowing our Uncle was a demon?? I have so many questions, too many questions. I don’t even know where to start or what to do or, hell, maybe this is some sort of elaborate dream. I hope this is a dream because this is just too much and it’s way too weird—

Conner taps me on the shoulder. “You alright Adam?”

I nod quickly. I guess my anxiety was getting ahead of me. Ya think?

“I know this is a lot to take in.” Mr. G starts, as if he were reading my mind. Can he read my mind? Maybe it’s best not to think about that, wait, if he’s reading my mind he would say something about it right? Hey, Mr. G! You reading my mind? I’m thankful that there are few demons with telepathy.

“So I have a little gift to help you out.” Oh no not more gifts, this is worse than mind reading, what if it does something more crazy than those stupid necklaces?? Pftttt, those stupid necklaces? There’s so much more worse shit than those things.

Mr. G pulls a dusty book off his bookshelf, holding it out to us. The cover reads, “The Legend of Demons and Angels.” I take the book from him—surprisingly, it’s not heavy at all. Yk how past me was talking about superpowers earlier? Yeah. Super strength comes in handy.

“That book has most of the information you need to know,” Mr. G continues, “But if you have any other questions, I’m always available.” He smiles, it seems genuine. Again, really? Here we go: LIAR, LIAR PANTS ON FIRE.

I think I’m gonna like this teacher. No, no we are not. (Ok maybe for a little bit but I don’t wanna think about that.)

“Great! Thanks Mr. G.” Conner grabs my arm, pulling me towards the door. “Goodbye!” He drags us both into the hall, I jerk my arm from his grasp.

“Conner what was that for!?”

Conner scoffs, “I don’t trust him Adam. We go to get answers and we just get homework.” +3 points to Conner for trying to talk sense into past me.

I roll my eyes in turn, “You just don’t want to read.” Conner did just not want to read though… +3 points to me?

“I never said that—“

“It’s implied.” I interrupt him. “Besides, he’s giving us some answers. That’s better than what Uncle Sam did.”

Conner sighs dramatically. “Fine, let’s just get to lunch.” He turns, walking down the hall. I hesitate, there’s a lot to this. Probably way too much for me to fully comprehend, but there’s one thing I can do.

“Wait, Conner!”

Conner stops, turning around, “What?”

“Well,” I pause, “Are we going to tell Lily and Brice?”

“No!” Conner exclaims, “We aren’t telling anyone Adam. We can’t risk it.”

I sigh, “Alright.” Before following after him.

Hopefully Conner will warm up to telling them at some point. I can’t go very long without at least telling Lily about this, she’s my best friend. I tell her everything. Oh I remember this, oh yeah, that was a fun conversation…

Next Part >:D

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Sullys Stick Together

Chapter 4

Today was the big day. The day that dad lost his role as chief and the day we left the forest. I was with Neteyam, helping him pack our belongings and get them in the bags strapped to our banshees. "Dad said he wants you to ride with me, so get whatever you want for the journey. I don't know how long we will be flying," he instructed, pointing off to my designated bags. "We shouldn't be leaving at all. It's wrong to run," I mumbled softly as I turned to pack the rest of my things, though I didn't have much to pack. Just a bow dad made for my last birthday, and a knife Lo'ak gave me.

"Nelyia, we've talked about this. Stop complaining about it and just do as you're told." Neteyam and I had talked about us leaving the forest before. He said that mom and dad were doing what was best for us and the people. I said that we can't just run from our problems and that it goes against what they've been trying to teach us. Of course, I lost that argument though, "Yeah yeah. Whatever." Soon enough, it was time to leave. Everyone mounted the Ikran, Tuk with mom, me with Neteyam, and everyone else flying solo. As we took off, I couldn't help but look around behind Neteyam and watch as the forest just grew smaller and smaller. We were really leaving.

I took a deep breath and turned to look ahead of us. Dad was leading, followed by mom, then Kiri, then Lo'ak, leaving Neteyam and me in the back of the pack. After what felt like ages of flying, we ran into an issue. A storm. And a big one at that. Neteyam reached around me and tied his hand to the handles of his banshee and told me to hang on. Dad was giving hand signals to everyone, as we were flying over an open sea and the waves and thunder were crashing too loud to hear over. A lightning bolt flashed in front of Neteyam and me, causing the Ikran to panic and fly off course. I screamed and held onto Neteyam's arm as he tried to lead us back to the others.

Before we could get back on track, a huge wave came smashing into the Ikran, dragging us underwater. I felt Neteyam pushing me up toward the surface, but in the chaos of the water, I lost sight of my brother. I got to the surface only to be pushed back down by another wave. I fought to stay on the surface, "NETEYAM!?" I called out frantically looking around the best I could. I was losing breath rapidly, as I was only able to stay above the surface for a few seconds at a time.

"Nelyia!" I heard the call from a distance but couldn't tell which direction it was coming from, or even who it was. Suddenly, Neteyam burst up beside me, breathing heavily. "Neteyam!" I called out feeling the panic set in. "It's alright. Just try to stay above the water!" He yelled out over the storm. From above us, I was able to hear the call of the Ikran. Neteyam and I looked up to see the rest of our family flying above us. "They can't get close enough without the Ikran getting caught in the waves," he looked around trying to find something for us to use. "There, swim over to those rocks!"

He grabbed my arm helping me start swimming in the right direction. As we were swimming, the storm got worse. I was now only able to remain above the water for a second at a time. Neteyam must have been struggling too. We finally reached the rocks, Neteyam climbed up first and grabbed my arm hoisting me up after him. Both of us were gasping for air, me more than him. Dad and Lo'ak were the ones to get low enough for us to grab on. Neteyam grabbed Lo'ak's arm and pulled himself up, while I climbed onto dad's Ikran. Once we were up and away from the danger of the waves, dad patted me on the shoulder instructing me to look at him. I carefully turned around and met his gaze, shivering from the cold. "Are you alright?" He asked loudly. I nodded slowly, "I think so. Just cold." He just nodded and reached behind him into the bag grabbed a blanket and handed it to me. Eventually, the storm died down and we all grew more and more exhausted. I leaned back against dad, starting to drift off to sleep.

I was woken up by a gentle tapping on my arm. I opened my eyes and leaned forward looking around to see a village coming into sight. As we approached the village, I watched as people jumped into the water and mounted strange creatures. We flew around a couple of times to let them see that we were Na'vi before we landed all at once. We all got off of the Ikran and stayed close to each other. I was standing behind dad next to Lo'ak as we approached the people, and they approached us.

Once their chief came in we greeted each other, and the grown-ups talked amongst themselves. Then a woman came over towards my brothers grabbing their tails and inspecting them before they pulled away. Then she looked at me and grabbed my hand before I could react. "These children aren't even real Na'vi! They have demon blood!" She called out holding my hand up above my head, "Dad," I said timidly pulling my hand away from the woman. Dad held up his hand, showing the people that he was born of the sky people and that we would adapt to their ways. Tuk had come over and stood next to dad and softly asked if we had to leave. He picked her up and hushed her softly saying that it was going to be okay. I held onto his arm, hiding behind him as the Metkayina people discussed.

"Jake Sully and his family will stay here. My children will teach your children our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being useless," The chief exclaimed. Dad set down Tuk, "Alright, alright guys what do we say?"

"Thank you," We all said in unison.

[tiredsadpeach]

Hi it’s been a while because I sort of rode the serotonin from Tuesday it was so fun but uh I feel like shit now so hello

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In The Cold November Rain Part 9 *18+ MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end *Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any. NSFW Lots-o-smut

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

Part 9/13 Masterlist Ao3

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AN: This is a short one but my favorite part. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am beyond grateful to everyone who has read. Your comments, reblogs, and likes mean more than I could express in writing.

Sincerest Thanks To @loveshotzz who can be found most evenings & weekends in Eddie's bed.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird​

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A letter of early acceptance to Purdue arrived one cold afternoon in January. Your mother cried, and your dad gave you one of his big bear hugs. All you could do is stare at the words in shock. You were leaving Hawkins. The Purdue campus was in West Lafayette. Roughly a hundred and eighty-six miles from Eddie. The undefined and easy relationship you shared suddenly became vastly complex. Before you got the courage to tell him, the guidance counselor posted a list of Purdue attendees on the bulletin board outside the office. Eddie was standing in front of it, his fingers skimming the names when you came out of American history. His head turned, and his eyes caught yours as other students passed between you on their way to the next class. His face remained neutral before he turned and walked in the opposite direction. He wasn't at lunch, and no one at your table knew where he was. 

The snow makes a crunching sound under your boots as you tromp through the woods behind the school. It's pretty here. Quiet. A fresh coat from the storm last night makes everything sparkle like it's covered in glitter. A short gust of cold air blows through trees as you approach the clearing. Eddie is sitting at the picnic table alone, smoking, wearing a green beanie that matches his plaid scarf. His leather jacket zipped up tight, trapping his body heat inside.

"What are you doing out here, Princess? It's too cold out for you. Be a good girl and go back inside."

"It's too cold out here for you, too," you say, enclosing his red fingers between your mittened hands. "Come inside with me, and I'll give you half my turkey sandwich. I think my mom might have packed some of those pretzels you like so much."

"I can't," he says, standing. "I have somewhere to be."

"Where are you going?" You ask, following him through the woods towards the student parking. 

"Since when do I answer to you, Your Highness?"

His black boots leave behind deep footprints, and you try stepping where he walked. 

"Are you fucking skipping class again?" He stops suddenly, and you run into his back.

Careful, Princess. You're starting to sound like a sailor." He says over his shoulder before he starts walking again. 

"So, where are you going?" You ask again, resuming your game, hoping in and out of the holes in the snow. 

"Rick got some new product. I need to stock up before the weekend."

"And that's more important than school?" 

"Yeah, it is. That's how I make money. Not all of us have Daddy's credit card." 

"If you need money I-" 

He cuts you off and spins around so quickly you almost lose your balance. 

"Don't even fucking finish that sentence, Sweetheart. I don't want a fucking thing from you. You got it! Not a fucking thing!" He yells.

"If you keep missing class, you're not going to graduate." He looks at you incredulously and steps closer, crowding into your space. 

"What do you care? You're gonna be out here so fast that your graduation cap will spin. Off to Purdue. Hawkins will be dust in the rearview, just like everyone in it. Good for you. God knows you are too good for this town."

"I thought…maybe…Can you come with me?" You look at your feet when you ask and push the snow around with the toe of your boot. He laughs in your face. "What the hell am I going to do in Lafayette?"

"People move all the time, Eddie. It's not that big of a deal."

"What reason would I have for moving?"

"I thought being with me might be enough." He starts moving again, and his van becomes visible through the trees. 

"Don't worry. I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding a roommate."

"That's not what I'm asking for, Eddie."

"Then what do you want? What the fuck do you want, Princess? I'm so fucking tired of guessing." The white puffs of his breath float in the air, and his loud voice bounces off the snow-covered trees. A few birds squawk in complaint and fly off. You stay silent. "Look, you don't need me to hold your hand, and I got shit going on here." 

"Why are you pushing me away?"

"I can't push you away if you already have one foot out the door. You're not my mother, and you're clearly not my girlfriend. The last thing I need is fucking nag." You've reached his van, and he opens his door and climbs in the driver's seat.

"I hate you right now." And you mean it. He said he wouldn't hurt you, and you're torn to pieces.

"I hate you too. You're acting like a bitch." He spits out as he slams the door and drives off. 

The rest of the day feels like you're underwater, your body fighting against the current. The voices of the people around you are muted and far away. When the last bell rings, you drive straight home. Crawling fully clothed into your bed, hiding under the covers. Oblivion is your comfort. When you don't come out for meals, your mother gets concerned. She yanks the bottom of your shade, and it springs up, flooding your room with light. Peeking out from under the comforter, you lie and say you're sick. Sleep is what you need. After she leaves, you pull the shade closed. Monday morning, you don't recognize yourself in the mirror. Matted hair and dull red-rimmed eyes reflect back at you. Eddie wasn't at school, it should have been a relief not to see him, but it just made you feel worse. After second period, you find a note in your locker.

I know I fucked up. Please come over after school. 

You don't wait that long. Grabbing your keys, you run to the parking lot. Through your half-frosted windshield, you can see Eddie sitting on the steps of his trailer like he planned to wait in the cold for you all afternoon. He rips open your door and drags you out before you can take the key out of the ignition. He pulls you to his chest, holding you tightly like he's afraid you'll float away. Clinging to him, you keep your eyes closed, absorbing his warmth, breathing him in. No words are spoken. There are no apologies, and there are none needed. You're telling each other everything you need to. It could have been ten minutes, but it felt like hours, standing together, your breaths turning to ice in the winter air. Finally, your deprived lips meet after being apart for too long. They seal in a kiss that nothing could have broken. He picks you up by the back of your thighs, and your legs wrap around his waist. Still kissing, he carries you inside.

You're on your back with your knees pushed to your ribs. He's inside you moving imperceptibly slow. Chests pressed together, hearts aligned, their rhythm changing to sync. The feel of his soft skin is hot under your fingertips, his muscles flexing and releasing while your arms hold him tight. It's impossible to be closer. Mouths open, just a fraction apart, trading kisses and swallowing each other's exhales. His gaze tethering you. Everything is heightened. The head of his cock dragging against your inner walls. Every place your slick skin touches, you're set ablaze. This feels different. He feels different, like he's cherishing you. You wonder if you're making love to him.

"Tell me what it would be like in Lafayette," he says, kissing a slow path up your jaw. Wet and open-mouthed tasting your skin. "Daydream for the both of us." Your hand moves to his ass, trying to press him in deeper on the upstrokes.

"We'll find a tiny apartment that we can barely afford. Maybe it will be over the bar where your band plays. I'll waitress there after class, and on weekends so I can listen. We'll be tripping over each other. We'll fight and yell. It will be hard to be together but so much worse to be apart. And at night. You can spend the night inside me."

"That sounds beautiful, Princess." He moves from your jaw to your temple.

"What's your dream?" you ask, pushing the hair from his face.

"You already know it. My dream was to be with you." He retakes your mouth, and you don't discuss it again.

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Part 10

Tag List @boomhauer @onlyangel-444 @breehumbles @myobmaya @arsenicred @kiki17483 @stolen-in-moonlight @sometimesamysometimesjo @ladybug0095 @sammararaven

I'm happy to add you to the list!

[noforkingclue]

Hi ! Could i request something with the reader and james bond ( im like ....obsessed)

Could it be something with the reader and her unriquited love for him ?

Thank you vey much!

Note: Requests are currently closed

Thanks for the request anon! I added in a bit of mutual pining because I couldn't help myself! Hope you like the fic :D

Title: Moving On

James Bond tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“You should tell him.”

You looked up at Eve who had perched herself on the edge of your desk.

“Tell who what?” you asked

“James.”

“James…”

Eve’s pointed looked caused you to look away quickly.

“James is a common name,” you muttered, “Probably loads of people here called James.”

“But only one you care about.”

You let out a groan and rested your elbows on your desk as you tangled your hands in your hair. Eve gave you a sympathetic pat on your shoulder.

“Is it that obvious?” you muttered

“No.”

“No need to pretend in order to lessen my embarrassment.”

“I’m serious. I only noticed because I know you too well. Seems like those training days preparing you for the field did you good!”

“So they weren’t a waste of time,” you said as you raised your head, “Even though I ended up in Q branch. I’m sure Q will be thrilled to hear that.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Hah.”

You let out a sharp bark of laughter as you stood up. You shook you head as you walked towards the small kitchen that MI6 so graciously provided. Eve hopped off your desk and followed, determined not to let you escape this.

“Well?” she asked

You looked around the empty office. It was late and you had only stayed to catch up with paperwork and there was no one else in your section of the office. You could see the lights were on in Q’s private office but at this distance you couldn’t see or hear him. If you had known that Eve was going to ambush you like this you never would’ve stayed and left the paperwork for tomorrow.

“Because he’s James Bond,” you said quietly, “The man half the Company wants to fuck and the other half wants to kill.”

Eve paused for a moment as you busied yourself with making yourself a mug of tea. Then she shrugged and said,

“Can’t say you’re wrong.”

“So can I guess which side you’re on?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she said, swiftly avoiding the question, much to your amusement, “This is about you.”

“I just…” you trailed off as you looked for the right words, “I just don’t want to be seen as another notch on his bedpost, y’know. I know I wouldn’t be the first, or the last, person that’ll happen to but-“

You cut yourself off as you took a sip of tea. You closed your eyes and rested against the counter top. Even leant next to you and gave you a sympathetic look.

“He’s not the type of guy to wine and dine someone unless it’s for a mission,” you said, “I’d just wasting my time. But it’s so hard to date anyone who isn’t in the service, believe me I’ve tried. Maybe it’s just time for me to move on.”

You gaze shifted back over to Q’s office and your blood turned cold. You definitely wouldn’t have stayed late if you had realised that Bond was having a late night meeting (more like getting yelled at for smashing a car) with Q. He smiled at you and you quickly looked away.

“It’s late,” you said as you pushed yourself off the counter, “I should be getting back.”

Eve followed you glance at Bond before swiftly looking back at you.

“When you’re ready,” she said, “I know someone who wants to get to know you better.”

*

“Stop that Bond.”

James continued to look at Eve and you as the two of you walked passed Q’s office. He didn’t like the feeling that coiled in him as you didn’t spare him another look.

“Stop what?” he asked

“Distracting my staff.”

“I don’t know what you mean Q.”

Q sighed at he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had no idea why Bond decided to drop in so late at night but once he saw you leave his office he had an idea.

“Just tell her.” He said, exasperated

“Tell who what?”

“Y/n.”

“What about her.”

“That you,” Q paused as he tried to find the right word, “Like her.”

“Like her.”

The corners of Bond’s lips twitched at the uncertainty in Q’s voice. Yes, he did enjoy your company and he did like you.

A lot.

“Maybe,” Q’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts, “You should ask her, oh I don’t know, to dinner.”

“Dinner.” Bond said, unimpressed

“Or to the cinema.”

“I don’t exactly have time for that.”

“No,” Q said thoughtfully, “You don’t. And knowing your like someone would try and blow it up. I don’t really fancy losing y/n so soon.”

“Don’t worry,” Bond’s tone was clipped as he finally looked away from your retreating back, “She’s safe. You don’t have to worry about her.”

[rina-writes]

tell me to stop at anytime bc imma just keep sending requests LOL but i just remembered jack saying he wants a girl that will yell at him and straighten him the fuck out but i know for a fact he would just get turned on by it 😭

Hiii :D I love when you send requests (esp. when you come off anon hehe). I think so too!! I feel like he would see it as a challenge, hence my little blurb. Also, thanks for being my first beta reader hehe

Deep Breathing

Warnings: GN!reader, AngerIssues!reader lol, suggestive towards the end, fluffy?

Breathe in for four seconds.

Hold it for four seconds.

Let it out for four to seven seconds.

That was the advice your therapist gave you on how to bring your heart rate down from an “arousal” state back to a state to think rationally. It was all part of the process to controlling your anger. Most applicably, reducing your tendency to snap at people. For as long as you could remember, you were known for having a fire tongue. Your words dripped with sarcasm and what you didn’t say out loud, your face said in volumes. Your death stare and cold voice when you were upset struck fear into everyone who knew you. It was really the switch between “Oh Y/n is so funny” to “Oh Y/n is not joking,” that seemed to jar people the most.

When you started dating the sweet and charming Kentucky boy a few months ago, everyone warned you about tapering your sarcasm. More often than not the advice summed up to being “nice.” And it really was everyone telling you this: friends, family, co-workers, neighbors. Even though people didn’t know it was Jack Harlow, the moment they heard you were dating a country boy, they worried your temper would break him into pieces. 

You were a bit blindsided by the warnings. No one ever called you mean. After all, you never said things to hurt people’s feelings. You didn’t go out of your way to ruin someone’s day or tell them something they didn’t need to hear. At the same time, you didn’t sugar coat stuff. You said things directly to avoid confusion and if the way that you said things came with an annoyed tone, that was just your fee for being a good person.

You liked Jack, a lot. He made you laugh, showered you with affection, and helped you to let your guard down. But, not so far down that you let him see hear the infamous “Dragon Throat.” You did your breathing exercises, you went for walks, and you sent long rants to your friends in group chats all to protect him from blowing up at the wrong time.

However, there were times like these where you didn’t have the chance to give him a buffer. You were so fuming mad that you had to unleash it at that very moment. There was a part of you tucked deep inside that seemed to be watching in third person, shaking their head and covering their eyes as you stormed over to Jack, laundry in hand. That part of you felt bad for Jack who looked like a defenseless puppy with his big blue eyes staring up at you with confusion as he enjoyed watching Entourage on his day off.

“Babe what’s wron--”

“What the hell is this, Harlow?” You asked him, as you tossed the soiled boxers into his lap.

Jack’s eyes widened at the bite in your voice. “Uhm, my underwear?”

“No, apparently it’s a f-cking dish rag because I found it on the countertop instead of in the hamper where I asked you to put it three hours ago.” You gestured around to the apartment. “Look at this place! You haven’t been on tour in a month and it still looks like Old Macdonald’s Farm and probably smells worse. How can you live like this? Animals can’t even live like this!��

“Uh…” Jack’s mouth opened wide, but no other sound came out. He was sitting frozen on the couch, his palms pressed into the cushions, the tossed underwear still hanging off his bare shoulder.

“I know it’s your day off, but it’s mine too.” You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yet, while you watch television adding more to the mess…” You gestured to the empty takeout containers on the dining table. “...I’m scrubbing, doing laundry, vacuuming wondering why ‘no one helps me in this house’ and then having an existential crisis because I sound like my mother.”

“Ok--”

“And I’m not complaining…” You paused a bit. “...okay, I am complaining. But I asked you to do one thing which was to pick up your dirty laundry and put it in the washing machine. And you can’t even do that. Like--”

Jack stood up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard. Your eyes widened as you pushed at his chest. Jack moved backward, mostly because he released you and less because you actually pushed him that hard.

“Damn, you are so fine…” Jack muttered, his blue irises dark with desire. He swallowed, his eyes studying your lips again as if planning an attack.

“I’m serious right now, Jack!” You yelled.

“Me too, baby.” Jack said, wrapping arms around you, your nose coming into contact with his white tank top. Brushing against the top of your thigh, you felt a hardness straining against the fabric of his dark sweat pants.

“Jack, you can’t be--” Jack bent down and tossed you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom.

You gasped, your fists pounding on his back as you protested to no avail. You watched as the living room disappeared behind him; the mess that you would no doubt have to clean up later mocking you as well.

“Been awhile since I seen that attitude of yours.” Jack chuckled. “And I’m going to f-ck it right out of you, baby.”

Jack tossed you on to the bed, standing at the foot of it, grinning at you. You sat up, frowning.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, Jack! We don’t have time for this. I just want you to do your share today.”

Breathe in for 4 seconds.

Jack sunk down to his knees. He grabbed you by your hips to pull you closer to him. A soft moan left your lips despite trying to hold it in.

Hold it for 4 seconds.

He pressed his shoulders into the back of your thighs to allow your legs to dangle behind him. He looked up at you.

“I promise, I’ll do the laundry once I’m done…” Jack mulled over the word for a moment before adding in a husky voice, “...repenting.”

Let it out for 4 to 7 seconds.

As you felt Jack moving your clothing to get to work, your breath got caught in your throat. Suddenly, everything you were mad about seemed a little less important. This was an unexpected reaction to your “Dragon Throat.” Perhaps everyone was wrong and you should snap at him more. You gripped his hair earning an appreciative grunt from Jack as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

You would have to let your therapist know that the breathing exercises weren’t working out too well. However this new technique that you used to get out your anger was taking your breath away.

Jack.

[brunchable]

Spooktober Oneshots🎃

Because I didn't celebrate my 1K followers, I'll be using halloween to post dark themed shorts/one-shots. If dark themes makes you feel uncomfortable, you have the freedom not to read these stories (there will be warnings, of course).

I would like to thank each and everyone of you for being here and reading these fanfics. I get excited every time I post because I look forward to reading your reactions to what I wrote.

Thank you for being patient especially now that I'm busy with life and work. I love you all! 🥺💞

KEEP READING TO CHECK OUT THE HALLOWEEN ONESHOT TEASERS ♡ LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOST. Likes and Reblogs are very much appreciated.

The Taking Teaser (NSFW) - click here to read "Do you know what I am, (Y/N)?" he asked you, the dagger dropping to the floor.

"S-Sorcerer Supreme," you whispered, so softly you could barely hear your own words.

"Yes. That I am. But am I what you've read about? A simpleton monster no better than an old warlock that lurks in your woods? Am I that?" He was so close now, standing near your head. His hand came down to caress the curve of your trembling lips.

"Am I that?" he asked again, holding your gaze with the strange blue brilliance of his own.

"No," You whispered finally.

Siren Teaser - click here to read “Is it d-dead?” you stammered.

“Let’s not stay long enough to find out.” Stephen said, grabbing your arm. He ran until both of you came across one of the smaller storage rooms, and he shoved you inside.

“W-who. What was that?” you asked.

“Stop shaking.” He commanded.

“What’s happening?”

“Calm down.” When he told you to stop shaking it seemed more like he was pleading with you. But now he just gave you a clear and direct order. You forced your hands to stop shaking.

Thanks for Dinner Teaser - click here to read “Can I help you?” He called out in the same gruff voice, his breath coming out in clouds. You took a shaky breath and nodded almost imperceptibly in the vague light.

Stephen noticed then the way you were breathing shakily, and the way you were trembling in the cold, your slender shoulders bare beneath the ragged tank top you wore. 

Stephen licked his chapped lips nervously as he looked around again, sensing no other presence than you. Against the gnawing feeling in his stomach, Stephen gets rid of his tao mandalas, his grimy hands shaking slightly. You eyes were on him, locked onto every small movement Stephen made as he shifted uncomfortably.

Witch's Revenge Teaser - click here to read “I’m going to murder you in fifteen minutes.”

“Wha—? Look, lady,” he pointed his finger at you, but stopped short. The tip of a butcher knife appeared from below the top edge of the counter.

“Sir,” you said, “all I said was that I'll have your order ready in fifteen minutes.”

Stephen turned to leave when a man stepped out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry. I was out back chasing the varmints away from the garbage cans. It’s a constant battle. I’m Mike. Can I take your order?”

“Who is she?” Stephen was sweating, his breath coming in short gulps.

“Who are you talking about, mister?”

Book of the Damned Teaser - click here to read It had begun when you and some friends had gone to the infamous abandoned Sanctum at the end of the street on Halloween. You and your friends were feeling your way along a corridor where the gloom overwhelmed all of you like a rising tide of black water. You heard what sounded like someone slurping or sucking very close to your ear. It was both disgusting and frightening at the same time.

“Who’s there?” you yelled, “If that's one of you guys it's not funny!” You had thought it was one of your friends messing with you. But the thing hadn’t gone away since that day.

[vi-trying-to-survive]

Beach Day Sunrise

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff, except for a slightly steamy scene at the end, but super minimal ;)

Summary: Peter & (Y/N) go on a sunrise date.

A/N: I hope you guys like this :D I saw the idea on Insta or smth and was like this is intriguing :') As always please let me know if you like it or if you think there are ways I could improve my writing :) I hope you guys have or had a lovely day 💖💖💖

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Squinting her eyes at the boy, the glowing screen of his phone illuminating his features, his fluffy curls still messy from sleep, sticking out in haphazard directions, yet his chocolate-brown eyes were bright and alert, watching her affectionately. "Baby, do we really have to leave this early in the morning ?", she protested, snuggling closer into his side, tucking her head into the crook of his neck, tightening her hold on his torso slightly, "It's literally 5:00 AM, when you said you wanted to have a sleepover, I thought you were referring to something else", the words sounding muffled as she spoke into his skin.

Rolling his eyes lovingly, he sent her a playful frown, whining in retaliation, "Babe, but you promised", shifting her closer to him, to trail soft kisses along the side of her face, grinning as she hummed in content, hoping that he could sway her mind, "Plus there'll be such a big crowd if we go later in the day".

"But Pete I'm so tired", she yawned, placing her lips against his sensitive neck, letting a hand run through his locks, gently combing out the knots and tangles, "Just give me five more minutes", her lids already fluttering shut, as she deeply inhaled his comforting scent of cinnamon and apple pie.

He pushed himself to sit up on the narrow bed, causing her to whine at the loss of his warmth, the cold creeping up along her exposed arms, "Baby if you sleep for five more minutes, I'll sleep for five more minutes", groaning as he threw his head into his palms, promptly peeking out through his fingers to observe her reaction, "and that'll become 5 hours and then we'll never go".

Flopping over, she stuffed her face deeper into the fleecy pillow, drawing the blankets up higher to cover her neck, mumbling "Babe I can play you a video of a sunrise ?", pressing her lips tightly together, to stifle the growing laughter in her chest, already predicting his reaction, "Would that be any better ?"

"(Y/N)!! That's not the same", he sulked, crossing his arms across his chest, spinning his body so that he faced the other side of the room.

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his torso, tugging slightly at the edge of his shirt, urging him to focus on her again, "Alright alright", to which he gave in almost immediately, turning around so that they lay face to face again, sighing in defeat as she gazed into his puppy eyes, unable to resist, "I'll get up"

Feeling her nestle further into the covers, tangling her legs with his, he raised an eyebrow, in confusion, "Babe, that's not getting up", pouting when he noticed her sudden silence, "You're going back to sleep"

"5 minutes", she mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.

Smacking his palm against his forehead, the boy studied her closely, wild, thick locks fanned out around her head dramatically, his mind racing to think of a way, eyes glittering when an idea popped up, like a lit lightbulb. Giving her a vicious grin, "Baby, that's it", securely wrapping his arms around her waist, easily tugging her up into his arms, to sit her on his shoulder as he moved to stand, trying hard not to burst into laughter, already picturing the scowl on her face.

"Peter!!", she whispered frantically, eyes wide in shock, careful not to yell and wake Aunt May, smacking his shoulder in frustration, that proved to have to effect on the boy, who ignored her diligently, carrying on with his task at hand, causing her to sigh exasperatedly, "Why does this keep happening ?"

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The cars of the subway clacked against the metal tracks, as it turned corners, the occasional light of another train passing opposite their shining through the large, dusty windows. Sensing another sharp turn, (Y/N) pressed herself closer to her boyfriends frame, his had reflexively moving around her torso, steadying her from slipping off the smooth, cold, graffitied seats.

Eying the empty space suspiciously, she pressed her lips together tightly frowning, "Baby this looks like something out of a horror movie", she burst out, waving a hand around as she gestured to the dimly lit car, empty except for the pair. The sight making her feel somewhat uneasy, having grown used to the crowds of peak hours, backs of strangers standing only centimeters away from hers.

Chuckling softly, he pulled her to sit across his lap, clutching onto her tightly, so that she curl closer into him, sighing contently at the warmth and safety he radiated. "Babe don't worry, I'll save you from whatever ghost you're thinking about", he reassured confidently, placing a hand behind her head to stroke her hair tenderly.

"Alright, Spiderman", she giggled, pulling back slightly to peck his cheek sweetly, whispering the last part, still vary of people finding out, even if they were alone.

"Don't act like you don't love it though", he smirked, resting his forehead against hers, letting their noses brush up gingerly against each other.

"I do, but I think I love Peter more", she smiled, cupping his cheeks, his lips curving upwards to form a wide grin, unable to contain his delight, a hand raised to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, leaning to tilt his head closer to hers, connecting their lips. She reacted almost instantly, hers moving delicately against his, just long enough for him to inhale her sweet scent of coffee and caramel. Breaking the kiss for air, she sighed dreamily, curling her leg around his, the minty taste of his mouth still lingering on her tongue.

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A chilly breeze from the sea blue in the sky still a deep navy blue, like an endless ocean reflected in the sky, as the strong, murky waves crashed rhythmically against the fine, glittering grains of sand that clumped together, causing her to wrap her wooly coat closer around her body, muttering, "I'm cold", almost wondering out loud as she smoothened out he creased edges of the worn, boldly-patterned blanket across the sand, "Isn't the beach supposed to be warm, what is this defiance of nature ?"

"Baby, just shut up and come here", he lamented, holding his hands out to the girl, allowing her to crawl in between his legs, his arms enveloping her frame, tilting his head down to question, "Are you happy now ?"

"Very", she retorted, finding it hard to wipe the smug grin of her face, pulling his arms further around her body, leaning into his steady chest, the sound of his heartbeat bringing a sense of relaxation to her.

Fixating her gaze to the sky, she sighed in content, admiring the streaks that painted the darkness, tinting the clouds different shades of rose, coral and gold, like the darkness was struck through with bands of light, the colors reflecting onto their skin. She couldn't help but reach out for his pal, intertwining it with hers, enjoying the way they fit together perfectly, tenderly rubbing circles into his smooth skin.

Nestling his face into her neck, he tilted it slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from hers, twinkling as they watched the masterpiece of the sky unfold before them, nudging a little with his nose as he asked, "See wasn't this worth it ?", pleased with himself.

She spun her body around, so that she straddled his waist, to meet his gaze, shaking her head acceptingly, "Not gonna lie you were right", giggling as he peppered his face with kisses, contagious enough to make him laugh as well, slowly making her way to his lips. Somewhere during that time the laughing stopped, their smiles dwindling, becoming something deeper, his eyes intense and focused, when they broke the kiss for air, quick to connect their lips again, his arms pressing her frame closer to his, sighing airily when her fingers found themselves in his hair, tugging softly on the chestnut locks. She felt like everything was gone, letting herself get lost in him, a timeless and passionate moment, the emotion that spread through them creating an delicious, electric air. The kiss began to slow, and he pulled back to look into her eyes, the salty sea breeze swirling dreamily around them, causing a few strands of their hair to float carelessly, her hands falling to hang loosely around his shoulders, gently stroking at the hairs that stood at the nape of his neck.

She bit her lip nervously, his melted chocolate brown eyes able to see right through her, with little to no difficulty, finally finding her voice, "I don't know what I'd do without you Pete", understanding that he had become her safe space, her home.

Tilting his face towards hers, he rested his forehead against hers, giving her a wordless answer, that she knew all too well, before responding playfully, "I'm not sure what you'd do without me too", chuckling as she slapped his arm lightly, failing to stifle the laughter that escaped her chest.

[ramzawrites]

Idea: Chaotic Creeper Hybrid!Reader holding something, that can conduct electricity, up while a thunderstorm is happening. They’re just screaming "strike me down Zeus!" while panicked SBI is trying to stop them. Tommy probably cheering reader on?

Strike me down, Zeus! - Creeper!Hybrid!Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy

Warnings: cursing

Series: a request :D

Summary: When Y/N ran out to get intentionally hit by lightning, of course their family runs after them to make sure they don’t die! Well, Tommy was excited to see if Y/N could indeed be charged up like a proper creeper seeing how they were a Creeper Hybrid, but that was just Tommy being Tommy. Philza, Wilbur and Techno though were very much intent on saving Y/N from their own stupidity.

Words count: 1365

Authors Note: Thanks for the request! It was fun writing something more lighthearted and shorter :D Would love some feedback on this one!

„Come on! Do it you coward!” Y/N frantically yelled out as they climbed up another hill, still holding firmly onto the trident.

The rain was making it a bit harder for their feet to find solid ground to climb but somehow, they managed to get on top of the hill. Their clothes wet and caked in mud, but they made it on top of the highest place around at least. Ignoring the worried and scared yells from their adopted family.

Well, everyone but one was worried. The youngest of the group was cheering them on. Throwing his fists in the air as he peeled his eyes for what might happen.

Philza opened his wings and jumped up into the air. Trying to get closer to Y/N but still making sure to stay away from them as they swayed around his trident.

“Give that back to me, kid!”

But Y/N just turned around, looked him in the eyes and begun jumping in the air, holding the weapon high above their head.

Another lightning struck down somewhere but nowhere near Y/N which seemed to infuriate the Creeper Hybrid even more “Fuck!”

As Phil landed close by them, but not too close to avoid being accidentally struck by lightning as well should it indeed happen, he stretched his hand out “Give me my trident back, Y/N! You will fucking die!”

Y/N just turned around and let out a sharp hiss, their eyes lighting up similar how Creepers do right before they blow up, but Y/N stopped themself. They could emit something like a blast but it hurt them as well, so they often just used the flashing as a threat.

After all they have blown themself up in the past just to prove a point, so it wasn’t an entirely empty threat.

Now the group consisting of Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy arrived as well. Having to climb up since none of them could fly like Philza.

Technoblade tiredly rubbed his face as he stared at Y/N who was still swinging the trident into the air, jumping to reach further up.

“Y/N do you really wanna die like that? It would be a pretty cringe death not gonna lie.”

He loved his sibling but, man, sometimes they were a handful.

Before Y/N could even defend themself Tommy chimed in “No! Do it, Y/N! You can kind of blow up like a creeper so why shouldn’t you be able to charge yourself like one!”

Of course, Tommy would encourage them even more. The two were hunkering down an hour ago and the rest of the family just assumed they were scheming, which in a way was true but the others didn’t expect them to discuss what would happen if Y/N, the resident Creeper Hybrid, got struck by lightning.

Wilbur was biting on his lower lip. Trying to hide an amused smile and instead put on a worried expression. As much as he revelled in chaos like the others, this was a bit too dangerous “Come on. Just get back home. I’m freezing. Aren’t you freezing?”

With an almost incredulous look on their face, Y/N’s gaze pierced through Wilbur cool and relaxed façade. This really spiked his worry now. They weren’t just doing this for fun or to cause chaos, no, they were deadest on doing this.

“For real! Let’s get home!” he tried to reinforce his statement but Y/N’s head turned back around into the air.

Staring at the black clouds as the rain continued to fall. Their clothes wet. Didn’t even bother putting on a jacket. Just standing their in their simple clothing with their arms far above their head.

Philza took a step closer. Y/N was compared to the others further up on the hill but also surrounded by a drop all around them. So, realistically they could properly do something, but it was dangerous with them swinging around a weapon that also worked as a conductor during the storm.

“Y/N! This isn’t funny! You will seriously get hurt!” Philza urged them again.

Suddenly the world lit up again, closely followed by a loud crash. Lightning struck again but sadly, or luckily, nowhere near Y/N.

Y/N let out a frustrated yell “Come on! Strike me down Zeus! Do it you coward!”

Tommy groaned as well, directing his eyes towards the clouds as well “Seriously! Do it you pussy!”

This earned him a soft slap against the back of his head by Techno who just shook his head like only a disappointed older brother could. Naturally, Tommy responded with sticking his tongue out just like only a younger brother could.

While those two were dealing with each other, both Philza and Wilbur saw their chance. Lightning just struck that meant they had a small window to get to Y/N.

The two ran.

Wilbur slipped for a second on the wet grass but caught himself before he lost balance, following his father who was running towards his, frankly idiotic, kid with a determined expression. Brows pulled deeply down.

Y/N only noticed how Wilbur and Philza were running towards them when it was already too late. Both had their hands outstretched and crashed into them. Pulling them down into the mud, wrestling the trident out of their hand.

“That’s unfair!”

“We are saving your life, idiot!” Wilbur grumbled as he gave Philza his trident back, “Now, home.”

Wilbur didn’t often act as a proper older brother, only occasionally bringing out the “older brother voice”, but Y/N still tried to get back up. Trying to lunge for the trident. Steal it back. Fortunately, Wilbur caught them and just threw them on his shoulder which left them only able to drum and punch him in his back.

He immediately made sure to slowly jog the hill back down. Ignoring the writhing and yelling Y/N who just wanted to satisfy their curiosity! How dare he! How dare he care about their wellbeing and make sure they would be fine!

“What? You went down so easily, Y/N!” Tommy yelled out surprised as he watched Wilbur pass him and Techno, earning himself another soft slap to the back of his head. It didn’t hurt but did bring the message across.

All the while Philza was sighing, clutching the trident, slowly following his children down. Sometimes he wondered what he did to live through this kind of chaos while only on one life left.

“I’m gonna blow you up, Wil!” Y/N hissed as they continued to try to get out of his grip.

This time Techno softly bopped them on the head “Don’t even try it. Stop having a temper tantrum you are too old for this. It’s embarrassing. Besides, we are just making sure you are alright. I’m sure we can find other more safer ways to test out if you can become a charged creeper, well, charged Creeper Hybrid.”

This seemed to calm them down a little bit. A spark of hope burning in their eyes only for them to pout and look away “I mean, I guess.”

“But not today! You gave me an Ender damned heart attack, Y/N! Never do that again.” Philza spoke up, still making sure to keep the trident out of Y/N’s reach.

Y/N had to concede. There was no way they could get out of Wilbur’s grip like this, especially while they were surrounded by their family. Instead, they made peace with the fact that they wouldn’t get to test their theory today.

Still pouting once they were back inside their home, now in clean clothes and sitting close to the warm fire as Philza and Techno prepared some hot drinks for the family. Wilbur grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself while also enveloping Y/N. All of them being frozen from the storm outside.

Even still, they all got colds afterwards and Y/N felt a tiny bit guilty, though this got thrown out the window as soon as Techno announced he would start on helping researching ways to test Y/N’s hypothesis.

Wanting to do it correctly and as safely as possible.

It didn’t surprise neither Techno nor Y/N when Tommy asked to help as well, even if only to use the knowledge to plan up more schemes with them.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Tomato - Tomato (one-shot)

Synopsis: One is an international rock-star. The other is his loyal assistant. Both are complete morons in love. Also - she’s allergic to tomatoes, and it is important.

This started off as something completely else. hope you enjoy :D

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Assistant!Reader

Genre: fluff, minor angst

Warnings: two idiots pining for one another, swearing, mentions of allergies and EpiPens

Word count: 3492

Being an assistant to someone famous wasn’t all glamourous parties and wild nights out with celebrities. It was scheduling last minute flights and not sleeping for three days straight as you packed a million bags and then repacked because their stylist sent you knew pieces and the old ones no longer fit the aesthetic of the week.           It was also making sure that they were up by six AM with a hot coffee at their bedside ready to help them wake up as you lay out a detailed plan of the day down to the minute, while you yourself basically only had a two-hour nap because you had to finish off 568 handwritten notes to be sent out to each of the contacts in their phone. Or at least that’s what Y/N’s life was like being the personal assistant to none other than the modern-day prince of rock Harry Styles.            Said rockstar was actually still asleep when Y/N entered his room, ripping open the curtains and letting in the rising sun. He groaned, pulling up the bedsheets that’d ridden down his form during the night. “Not that I don’t like seeing your gorgeous face in the mornings….” he mumbled into the covers. “But I don’t like seeing your face in the mornings when they start at six bloody AM.”           Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes, rubbing them in an attempt to get rid of the sleep that still lingered in her own body. “You were the one that said you’re fine with seeing Lambert at eight for a fitting.”           “When did I say that?” Harry scoffed, only the top of his messy bedhead seen from the cocoon he’d built around himself.           “Would you like me to pull up the text messages, the calendar or the e-mails?”           Even with her back turned as she rummaged through his closet for him to put on some clothes, she could sense the middle finger he threw at her, and she smiled.           Despite everything, despite the zero sleep and stress always coursing through her veins, Y/N loved working for him. He treated her as a friend, not just some lackey he paid to, but most importantly, comparatively to the other people she’d worked for in the same line of business – he treated her as a human.           If something went over the deadline, Harry didn’t scream or yell at her and tell Y/N how incompetent she was, instead he asked what kind of help or assistance she needed to get the job done, or maybe if she just needed some time off to gather herself and look at the problem with fresh eyes.           “I hate how organised you are,” Harry groaned, finally throwing the covers off.           “If I wasn’t, you’d be in a ditch somewhere.”           She heard him scoff and two feet plop against the hardwood floor as he made his way towards her. “Is that how little faith you have in me?”           “You don’t even know what day it is!”           “Who does in these times?”           Y/N shrugged her shoulders and handed him a pair of boxers, some loose jeans, and a flowery Hawaiian shirt. “Are you telling me I’m wrong though?”           She looked over to her side, a smirk playing on her lips while he squinted his green eyes at her. “No, but it doesn’t mean I like getting called out, especially this early in the morning.”

          With a roll of her eyes and a shove at his shoulder for him to move to the bathroom, Y/N handed him the clothes, moving downstairs to start making him some light breakfast and get herself a cold glass of water.           You see, she’d been working as his assistant for close to two years, and they’d grown not only as people around one another, challenging their beliefs and world views, but as friends too. And, well, Y/N would be lying if the emotions hadn’t evolved from platonic to falling in love. Not that she’d ever admit it. He was an international sensation, and she was the girl who got him vegetarian croissants at the airport.           She dragged a hand down her face as she clicked the stove on and took out a carton of eggs from the fridge. Y/N knew how he liked his omelette to the T, mostly because when she’d spent the first night of quarantine with him a year prior right as the pandemic had started, Harry had wanted to do something nice because she couldn’t go and see her family any more, so he’d gotten up at seven to make breakfast for both of them. The only problem was, he hadn’t asked if she had any allergies, so as he added bits of tomatoes, parsley, cheese and scallions, Harry hadn’t expected Y/N’s eyes to go wide at the first bite as she dropped the fork.           “Harry…” Her tone had been cautious. “What’s in this?”           He was sweating. Was his cooking really that bad? He just wanted to do something nice and there he was screwing everything up. “ ‘S just some of my favourite things. I’m sorry I didn’t ask, I just thought you’d like it.”            “I do, but this tastes like it has tomatoes in it.”           He nodded. “Yeah. It does.”           Gently she smiled at him and pushed the plate a bit further away. “Could you grab me a coat, and if you have any – an EpiPen?”           “An Epi – oh shit!” When the realisation hit him, Harry was jumping out of his seat, running to one of the cupboards and rummaging through in a panic all the while apologies flew non-stop from his mouth.           Y/N in the meantime had gathered her purse and mask, making a call to the nearest hospital to explain the situation to which they responded they’d be waiting for her arrival.           “I’m so sorry!” Harry ran up to her, a first-aid kit in his shaking hands. “Please don’t die! I didn’t want to kill you, I promise! I just wanted to make you some breakfast cause you do so much for me, and now you’re stuck here, and – oh god,” he cried. “I’m going to be prosecuted for killing my assistant.”           She didn’t mean to, but the snort came out of her nose either way. “Harry.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Please calm down. I’m not going to die.”           “You’re allergic!”           “Yes, I am, but I only had a small bite. The ER is just a precaution.” Y/N took his palms in hers and squeezed them. “Now take a deep breath with me…” They did so, holding it for five seconds and letting it out for eight. “And calm down a bit. I’ll go give myself the shot, and then I’ll drive to the hospital.”           “Let me,” Harry begged. “Please, let me at least drive you to the emergency room. God, I almost killed you with an omelette, it’s the least I can do. I – I could also help you with the shot, I won’t hit an artery, I promise -”           “Harry, you’re barely coherent. Not to say anything, but you’d have a bigger chance of killing me in a car crash, than from that tomato.” Y/N gave him a smile. “I’m gonna be fine.”           With that, she left him to venture into the bathroom and did the unpleasant part of stabbing herself in the thigh to alleviate her body from the allergy symptoms. She sat there for around five minutes before she felt that the swelling of her tongue and itching in her throat was starting to subside, which meant the epinephrine was working.           “Okay,” she huffed, taking her purse from the couch where Harry had been sitting, hugging the accessory. “I’ll be back in probably around two hours. Do we need anything from the store?”           He shook his head. “Just come back home, please.”           Y/N would never admit how her heart thundered in her chest when Harry said to come back ‘home’. “I will.” She promised. “Don’t you worry. You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Styles. The money’s too good.” She winked at him and then left Harry pouting on the couch, but she couldn’t get through the door, before he jumped up, yelling, “wait! Do I need to get rid of every tomato in the house?”           “No,” she laughed. “I’m good to be around them. Even touch them. ‘S just my insides that don’t agree with it when they meet.”           “Okay.” He nodded, hands on his hips. “Alright. I’ll uh – I’ll be waiting. I’ll make you something else.”           “There’s no need for that, Harry.”           His eyes widened at her words. “I swear I’m not trying to murder you!”           “Oh my god,” she muttered shaking her head. “Just – just relax. Okay. I’ll send you hourly updates.”           He bit his lip. “Make it every ten minutes.”           “Harry –,”           “Please?” The way he was giving her puppy dog eyes melted her heart.           With an eye-roll, Y/N waved at him and promised to update her boss at every possible moment and confirm that he hadn’t, in fact, been the reason for her demise. Well, he was the reason for the demise of her low standards in men, having taken them and thrown them up to the Moon, but unless her feelings were miraculously requited or if one of the Marvel characters, she was obsessed with came to life, she’d have to stick to what was available. And in her mind, that wasn’t Harry.           “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled Y/N out of the memory, and she shook her head, adding salt and pepper to the beaten eggs.           She shrugged. “Just about that time a year ago where you secretly tried to off me because you were too nice to say you didn’t wanna quarantine together.”           The groan he let out was of royal embarrassment, and it put a wide smile on her face, as she took one of the forsaken fruits and started to chop the red ball into small pieces.           “You’ll never let me live it down, are you?”           Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Your failed murder attempt?” She snorted. “Of course not! It’s like you don’t watch the crime shows and murder documentaries when I have them on. You really haven’t learned anything.”           Harry stuck his tongue out at her and moved to her side, dropping some chives into the mix as well. “Well given how it wasn’t a murder attempt, I wouldn’t consider it a fail.”           Her hip bumped his, and only then did Y/N really give him a once-over. As always, he looked amazing in whatever was on his body, but what made him even cuter in her eyes was the sleepiness still lingering in him.           Harry’s movements were a little bit sluggish, eyes half-closed and small sighs passing his lips as he sipped onto the coffee she’d come to his place with. The shirt sat loosely on his body, the first two buttons left open while he’d tucked the bottom of it into the jeans, having found a Gucci belt and cinched it around his waist, giving it a more eighties look rather than the sixties vibe he usually had with his suits.           The brown hair was still messy and dishevelled, and Y/N could barely, just barely restrain herself from running her fingers through it, but what she didn’t know Harry was struggling just as much.           All he wanted to do was pull out the bottom lip Y/N had gotten in between her teeth and kiss her senseless, to have her fingers dig into his arms and leave crescent shaped imprints on his skin.           “So, uh…” He had to start a conversation otherwise his mouth would find itself on Y/N’s mouth in a second. “What’s Lambert got in his schedule? How many outfits is he thinking?”           “Two or three, I think,” she said, pouring the mixture on the pan and letting the slow sizzle erupt around them. “He’s got this one suit which I think you’ll really like – all leather, but it needs to be altered.”           Harry hummed, and for a second both of them relished in the domestic feel of it all. They’d had many moments like it before, especially during the spring and summer seasons of 2020, and Y/N couldn’t help but relish in her memories at them.           “Harry?” It was like her voice snapped him out from a trance. “Could you pass me a plate please?’           “Uh, yeah,” he stammered for a moment and then nodded, wordlessly going to a cupboard and taking out a white marbled plate. That single piece of kitchenware probably cost more than her life insurance, but it was definitely aesthetic if nothing else.           Silently Y/N plopped the omelette onto the plate, placing it on the kitchen counter and went to get him a fork, however when she turned around, he was facing her, chewing quite agressively on the inside of his cheek.           “You okay?” she asked, coming closer. “I can call Lambert, reschedule it for later. He wouldn’t be too happy about having to wake up and then – “           But Harry shook his head. “It’s not that.”           “Then what?”           He didn’t say anything. It was like he was trying to decipher the best course of action, and when he ultimately did, Y/N was pressed up against the counter, Harry’s forehead against hers with two ring-clad hands cupping her cheeks.           “Harry,” she breathed, out her lips brushing his making the air in her lungs hitch. “What are you doing?”           “Something I’ve been dying to do for a year now. If you let me that is.”           “I -,” The words were muddled up in her head. Of course, Y/N wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to ravish every part of her body. The fantasies and dreams she’d had at night would be incriminating proof if her feelings were on trial, but despite it all, her brain was usually in charge and would overrule any decision made by her heart. “Harry, we can’t.” She whispered, voice breaking.           “I -,” Horror morphed onto his features as he took a step back. “Did I misread the signals? Did I do something you don’t wan –“           “No.” She grabbed onto his cheeks, trying to calm him down, his body practically melting into hers. “I do.” She didn’t need to explain what she meant. He understood. “So much it hurts me sometimes… but Harry, you’re my boss. My employer. It… it wouldn’t be right.”           “Why? How can it not be right, when it feels like the rightest thing in the world?”           “Because, Harry,” she huffed. “You’re my boss. And what’s worse – I love working for you!”           That made both of them laugh, the tone of her voice as if she was more annoyed than anything else. “ ‘Nd why’s that bad?” He nudged her nose with his. “I’d hope my employees like working with me. What kind of a person would I be if I thrived on them being miserable?”           “Because if I didn’t, quitting would be easy.” She raised her eyebrow at him. “And if I quit there’d be nothing stopping us from dating.”           Harry bit his lip, finger trailing along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing stopping us now either. There is no clause in your contract that says you can’t date people who you work for or with. Sarah’s with Mitch, and they’re the happiest they’ve ever been. They’re even having a baby…”           Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know. But that’s different. They’re on equal levels. You and I, however… I don’t want people to think I got my job because I slept with you, or some shit. It’s bad enough some already do so.”           His brows furrowed, and Y/N saw how his jaw clenched. “Who?”           “Strangers.” She shrugged. “I know you don’t look at comments like that online, but I see them. My DMs are filled with that. Gossip magazines. The point is – there are already unsubstantiated rumours about us. This would give them the confirmation they’d need.”           “How can it confirm something that’s not true?”           “There are still people who believe vaccines cause autism. Even when their ‘proof’ has been discredited and shown to be just complete bullshit, most don’t like to admit they’re wrong, so they’ll look for whatever tells them they’re right.”           Harry huffed throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. “So, where does that leave us? In love, but without being able to do anything about it? Because I can’t.” He shook his head. “I won’t be able to just pass you by without kissing you, or not pull you into the bed when you wake me up, or press you against the wall and not have my head between these two gorgeous legs.”           Y/N groaned slapping his chest and dropping her forehead against his peck. “That is so unfair. Why do you have to tease me like that!”           “Oh, sweetheart.” The rumble was deep and shot a wave of heat straight to her core. “This is no teasing.” The smirk on his face when she looked up at him was shit-eating. “Trust me, if I was teasing, you’d be begging for me.”           She’d imagined him between her thighs more times than it was appropriate considering he was her boss, but hot damn, did it feel amazing when his lips crashed onto hers, and she let him. In her dreams, his lips hadn’t been just pressed to her mouth but other places which were more south, but it was still one of the best feelings in the world.           The kiss left them both breathless, and grinning and satisfied, yet begging for more, teeth nipping at the soft flesh.           “I’ll put out an official statement, if you want,” Harry muttered against her mouth, unable to stop pecking her lips now that’d he’d gotten a taste. “But please, please, please… for both our sanities go out on a date with me.”           It seemed like Y/N was the one contemplating the best plan of action now when her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, pressing and unpressing her lips, as the swelling from the kiss grew. “Did you by any chance have a piece of that omelette already?” She had a suspicion it wasn’t just from the kiss.           His eyes widened, and then his head dropped to her shoulder. “Not again!”           Y/N rolled her eyes lifting his face by the chin so he would look at her. “How about EpiPen first?”           “Fair enough,” Harry grumbled unlatching himself from her and going for his keys and wallet, already preparing for the short drive they’d have to take. “But then a date?”           She raised her eyebrow, taking out the box Harry now kept under the sink with at least three EpiPen’s for emergencies. “In a hospital?”           “We could be going dumpster diving for all I care, and I’d count it as a date.”           Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to do so much better than that; you’ve almost put me in anaphylactic shock twice. Now come on.” She motioned with her head towards the bathroom. “Stab me and take me to the ER.”           “Fucking tomatoes,” Harry grumbled, taking her by the hand and not letting it go even for the short walk.           “Tomato-tomato, you’re the one that kissed me.”           “That I don’t regret.”           Y/N smiled, turning towards him, and taking him by the nape of his neck pulled Harry down for one more kiss, groaning at the feeling of his tongue dancing against hers.           “Y/N!” He pulled back with a gasp, shock on his face.           She just shrugged her shoulders. “We’re already going to see the doctors anyway.”           Harry pushed her shoulder and made her sit down onto the toilet. “Take your pants off before my kisses kill you.”           “Yes, daddy.” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows as Harry moaned, squeezing her calf.            His eyes were dark as he looked up at her. “Next time this happens, you’ll be begging me.”           Her wicked smile was so full of happiness he couldn’t help the one that grew on his face. “I’ll be keeping you to it. Now, dear sir.” She handed him the EpiPen. “Hit me with your best shot.”           And although it’d been now two times in their lives where Harry trying to do something good and make the other feel just as good had done pretty much the opposite, when they got to the emergency room, their smiles could be felt even under their masks           Harry watched with blushing cheeks as Y/N explained the situation to the nurse, especially when one of them threw him an unsavoury glance, eyebrow raised high as if saying ‘again? One time wasn’t enough?’.           “No more tomatoes.” He promised. “And also - it wasn’t on purpose!”           Y/N squeezed his palm, chuckling. She may not be able to give a shot at eating a tomato, but she sure as hell was going to give Harry one. After all, she had almost died for the man. Twice.

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A/N: I’m at work and I wanted to write a bit for my book, but hahahahahahaha I can’t stop procrastinating. Also, this was something comepletely else centered around Christmas, then New Year and the Valentines, but I just couldn’t and it morphed into this. Maybe this Holiday season when it rolls around I’ll post it :D

P.S. if anyone’s had a septoplasty (repositioning of the septum) - how was it? how painful is it? kinda starting my journey towards it cause apparently I can’t breathe out of my left nostril, but I’m kinda scared ngl. I’ve read some horror stories about having holes and pieces of the cartilage fall out afterwards :/// 

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[the-broken-truth]

Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.

But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔

Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.

Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]

"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.

"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.

"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.

"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.

"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.

"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.

"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.

"Well... A Knight."

[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]

Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.

The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.

"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.

With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.

"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.

"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.

"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.

"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.

[End of Flashback]

"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.

"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...

"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.

"Yes, that's my knight." She said.

The doll burst out laughing.

"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.

"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.

"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."

[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]

"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.

"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.

"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.

"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.

"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.

"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.

"Who are you?" Angie asked.

"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.

Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.

[End of Flashback]

"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.

"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.

"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.

"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.

"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.

"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"

Oh, fate - how you be a lady.

The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...

THE KNIGHT?!

He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.

"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"

A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...

A feminine face?!

THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!

The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.

"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.

"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.

"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.

"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.

"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"

"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.

"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.

[End]

[creativebeansofchaos]

Thorin x Y/n Part 2

I woke up to the sound of dwarves leaving Mr. Baggins’s home. Looking down for the roof I see them begin to head out of town. Thorin was leading the group. “Damn he looks fine as hell,” I whispered to myself as I got from my grass bed and grabbed my bag from the front porch. I ran after them and ahead of them as they stopped for some supplies in town. I had left my mount on the outskirts of the shire because she usually scared people. You see when I was young I found a moth with a broken wing and it turns out that it was not a moth at all. But what Gandalf calls “An unimaginable trickster of many faces.”

This moth, in other words, was a shapeshifter so we became friends over the years and now he usually played the part of my mount. His favorite form to keep is a moth, explaining why I found him the way I did. But because of this, my mount is a giant moth or a moth-looking horse.

“Dau’atz” I called out when l got into the woods that surrounded the shire. I hear load flapping before I see him. Smiling I reach up towards him smiling. When he gets closer to me he gets smaller and smaller so that he can sit comfortably on my shoulder or in my hair. We had agreed it would be better if the company don’t know about him. I hear the footsteps of horses and the idle chatter of dwarves before I see them. I walked out in front of the company and happened to trip directly in front of Thorin’s pony. This was definitely not planned. （ｏ。ｏ；）

So that I could say “well look at that it seems like I really am falling for you.” In my defense, I did get a better reaction than I thought I would get. He still scowled BUT I think he also blushed a little. Maybe...

  whatever.

  Kili and Fili who had heard what I said burst out laughing. I smiled as I got up from the ground and walked over to my horse that Gandalf had been dragging along beside his. He gave me an annoyed look once I was up on the horse. “must you always act like a child?” (≖_≖ ) I shrugged at him and continued to ride along with the rest of the group. Fili and Kili road up on either side of me and smiled at each other before stating.

  “So you like Uncle.” ( ͡≖ ͜ʖ ͡≖) Thorin had clearly heard them because his back went rigid and all three of us noticed. I smirked at both of them before loudly saying.

  “I MEAN WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE.” I gestured in front of me at him and continued. “COLD, BROODING, PROBABLY HATES ME. THIS IS TRUE ROMANCE RIGHT HERE.” It was really hard to keep a straight face through this especially when Kili added in.

“DON’T WORRY Y/N I AM SURE HE WILL WARM UP TO YOU EVENTUALLY. IN THE MEANTIME WE CAN JUST CALL YOU AUNTIE.” This was when we lost all composure losing it laughing. Most if not all the other dwarves laughed along and those who didn’t at least gave a small chuckle only to make things worse Thorin spun around in his saddle, face red, pointing directly at Kili and boomed “YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING.”

  Raising his hands in surrender he said “ Alright, Alright. but I think Auntie should have a say in it.” This man practically growled and glared at me. “Don’t be mad at me.” ٩(⊙‿⊙)۶  

We continued to ride for a little while until we heard Mr. Baggins’s voice yelling. “wait, wait, I signed it. I signed it!” He ran towards us holding a contract (I assume they gave him) over his head. Handing the contract to Balin who looked at it overseeing that everything was in order. I looked over at Thorin and he looks even angrier than before.

  We continued down the small forest path leading up away from the shire.  Dau’atz began to flutter around my head. Board out of his mind.

  “Y/n” He whined, “You didn’t tell me this trip would take so loooonnnnng.”

“Dau we have been on the road for maybe an hour we have like months more of traveling to do so get used to it.”

  “but this form is so small.”  (≖_≖ )

I gave small laugh drawing Thorin’s attention I gave him a small smile before turning back to the moth (Dau’atz) “look what you did now he thinks I am a weirdo”

End of Part 2

Whenever Y/n is talking to Dau’atz while he is in a moth form big or small she is using the moth language Gandalf speaks in. In the Movie

[animehideout]

Toman’s Little Fighter.

Draken x fem.Reader oneshot 

Genre : fluff- angst-happy ending

Warnings: mention of violence-blood-kidnapping-swearing words.

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Draken is assigned to convince badass (y\n) to join Toman for certain reasons. They have a dynamic relationship full of bickering. They end up falling for each other and confess under difficult circumstances.

“Ah what a day finally school is over” you said to yourself ruffling your hair and carrying your heavy school bag. “Huh what’s that sound?” you frowned and rushed to the source “ah really brats bullying a kid again? Why do they do that, should I help him or should I stop getting into fights this time?” you said watching them from a far. Three big guys were beating up the shit out of a boy. “ah shit I think I’ll never change” you breathed and walked towards them. The guy was about to throw a punch to knock that boy out but was suddenly stopped by a strong grip. All of them looked at you in disbelief, who are you? And what are you trying to do? “Are you lost beautiful?” said that guy smirking, the other two approached you one of them put his hand on your shoulder “How can we help you?” “Take your hands off of me brat” you said slapping his hand away and pushing the other guy’s fist that was stopped by you. “wow wow are you trying to get our attention huh? you can just ask honey” said the 3rd guy smirking “ple-ease leave d-don’t get yourself into trouble because of me” said that boy coughing on the ground, you smiled and said “don’t worry it will be fine” then you turned your face to look at them “3 VS 1? That’s not a fair fight…but it’s fair for me” “you better leave this place or I have to smash that beautiful face” “give it a shot then or you’re scared to get your ass beaten by a woman” you teased throwing your school bag on the ground ready to fight,  the guy was fueling with anger “you little-“ he ran in your direction and  grabbed your collar you twisted his hand making him growl in pain then you used your free hand to punch his stomach making him fall. The other two tried to grab your hands to stop your attacks but you were faster and more flexible and punched one of them on his nose making it bleed. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight, so when the other guy tried to fight you, you turned around then kicked his jaw (round side kick) knocking him down as well. “bunch of idiots. Ah I fucking hate bullies” you said fixing your skirt. You looked down “are you okay?” he nodded still shocked from the fight that happened before his eyes. Before you can say something else someone yelled “TAKEMICHI” both of you looked and there were 3 guys looking at you, you clenched your fists you thought they wanted to hit him “oh Mikey” said Takemichi. “so his name is Takemichi” you thought to yourself. You bend a bit to his level and said “well you’re safe now! Next time don’t stop defending yourself, even if your knees are on the ground you’re still able to stand up” you flushed him another smile then grabbed your bag and left. He was stunned by your presence. “excuse me!” said Mikey, you turned your head to look at him “thank you” he added, you just nodded and glanced at the two guys who were looking at you in pure shock and disbelief. “Draken, Mitsuya come here” said Mikey smiling, “Mikey did you see her?” asked Takemichi “she..she fought them” “yes we saw everything” “why didn’t you come?” “Well we rushed here to save you but we stopped the moment we saw her beat all of them up” exclaimed Draken. “Mikey don’t tell me that you’re thinking about that?” asked Mitsuya after seeing Mikey’s excited expression “Actually I am” he stopped for a moment then looked at Draken “oi ken-chin, I have a mission for you!” “huh?” “go after her.. you have to know where she lives, and you’ll start the plan tomorrow” “Mikey are you insane! There’s no way she would agree!!” fought Draken, “Yes Mikey , she even thought they were bullies I’m sure if she knew they’re actually gang members she wouldn’t rush to my rescue!” everyone nodded in agreement “but she knocked them down right? That’s what matters. C’mon you saw her fighting skills…Woah she was cool” “Mikey-“ “That’s my final decision Draken, you have to do your best to convince her, and the rest is up to her” added Mikey getting on his motorcycle. “good luck!” muttered Takemichi, in return Draken rolled his eyes and rushed after you. You were walking to your house kicking rocks and lost in your thoughts “ah that tall guy looked so hot tho” you felt something strange, you felt like someone was following you “oh maybe it’s just a cat”..”Shit she almost caught me…so she lives here.. hmm not too far” he said as he saw you open your house’s door.  *The next day* “hurry up Draken” “damn it Mikey don’t be too excited about it”. It was a normal day for you ready to go to the martial arts club when someone suddenly appeared in front of you “hey” “oh hell- I saw you yesterday! You’re the hot gu- I- I mean you were there” “I don’t have time so you have to come with me” he said coldly “excuse you? Hah where are you planning to take me?” “to meet the Toman’s president” “Toman?” “Our gang” “g-gang?” you said as you took a step backward “and why would I meet your president or whatever?”. Draken took a deep breath clearly pissed “well that’s an order so you better come with me now” “or what?” “You’re really begging for trouble, aren’t you?” ”first all, whatever your name is, I don’t take orders-” “my name is Draken” “Okay Draken! move aside or I’ll be late and that’s a big no no for me” you walked beside him but he grabbed your wrist “Don’t lie school is over” “I still go to school clubs..is that a problem?” you answered offensively trying to pull your hand from his strong grip. “I’ll be back tomorrow”, then left, without giving you the chance to answer.  You were so confused why the hell a gang member is at your door, why his leader wants to meet you. All of these questions rushed inside your head but now he’s gone so probably you’ll ask him tomorrow if he had the courage to comeback. *Time skip* “you’re here again?” “listen I’m not trying to force you or-“ “oh really ? Because it doesn’t seem like that at all!” you said crossing your arms “it’s just a suggestion” “and I said no! is it hard to get it in your brain?”  “I can’t give up, this mission is my responsibility” “why would I trust you?”you exclaimed approaching him “and why would we hurt you? You saved our member so we have no intention to harm you” “please Draken just give up I’m not joining you, I want to have a normal life” in less than a second you were pinned to the wall, you gasped and looked at the man towering you, he was so close to you making your heart skip a beat “listen if the situation was in my hands I would never recruit someone like you, but unfortunately it’s Mikey’s decision” he said in a cold tone his eyes fixated on you. You pushed his chest and yelled “the hell are you doing?” he just gave you a death glare and left “YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T COME HERE EVER AGAIN-is he ignoring me?…that bastard!” you ruffled your hair and get into your house. *In Mikey’s garage* “Ken-chin finally you’re here…did you convince her?” “that brat ah she’s so stubborn” he said punching the wall “I don’t know why you’re so interested in her Mikey” “ah? Isn’t that obvious? she’s a strong fighter we need her” “NO WE DON’T MIKEY…we have all of these men. Aren’t they enough?” “no..” said Mikey munching on his dorayaki.  Days passed and Draken is still trying, he’s so fed up with you and the whole situation. Like he can just throw you on his shoulder and take you with him but Mikey warned him to not scare you away. “DRAKEN YOU NEED TO GO NOW” “huh chifuyu what’s wong?” “They’ll go after her! They knew about her address and they’re planning to kidnap her” “WHAT?WHY?” “did you forget that she knocked out 3 of them?-wait she doesn’t know that they were gang members?” asked Baji “…no..” “Draken “go get her before they can reach her house” “Draken I’ll go with you” said Takemichi “no stay here I’ll handle it” said Draken rushing out to save you. *meanwhile* “he didn’t come today I think he finally gave up…that’s better” you thought to yourself walking in your neighborhood. You were ready to take the stairs to your apartment when you saw 3 motorcycles there and 3 guys waiting by the stairs “huh who are they?” you took a step forward but stopped when you realized that you actually know that uniform, you gasped “no way did they come here to fight me again…aah bullies” unexpectedly you said the last word a bit loud. All of them looked at you “oh shit” and you started running all the groceries fell on the ground  “GO AFTER HER” all of them are now chasing you, they were so fast “YOU CANT RUN AWAY FROM US”. You stopped looking behind you when a hand closed your mouth and pulled you into an alley. Your back bumped into someone’s chest, you struggled to break free but you couldn’t “shhh”. Then you saw the guys run to the other direction and you were safe “stop squirming” you recognized the voice so you bit his hand that was on your mouth “ahh what the fuck” What you are doing here?” “Is that how you thank me for helping you?” “Well I didn’t ask for you help I could have handled it myself” “listen I’m not in the mood to argue with you! We’ve been arguing for the past two weeks” “then leave” he took a deep breath and approached you “they’re not bullies!” “Huh what do you mean?” “They’re from a dangerous gang, they’re our rivals and they wanted to kidnap you because you caused injuries to their members last time..So you’re not safe..At least for now” your eyes widened did you just beat up gang members? “What did I get myself into” “exactly! We didn’t know that they’re after you but I guess that’s another reason to make you come with me…i-I’ll protect you” you looked down, the situation is bigger than you thought “ahh I never learn” you said as you hit your head on the wall “I’m *hit* so *hit* stupid” “hey hey stop you’re so weird you know” said Draken placing his hand on your forehead so you wouldn’t hurt your head “I need to go to my house first I need to  bring some things” “that means you’re coming right?” you shrugged and said “however I don’t need your protection, I’m able to do it” he rolled his eyes and followed you sneaking into your house so they can’t catch you. “Take this” “huh?” “Wear this for your safety” “who said that I wanna ride your motorcycle?” “Stop being stubborn for once ..can you?” “I rather walk than get on this with you” “okay you wanna act like this then?” You ignored him and started walking but you felt two strong arms lift you up. “DRAKEN PUT ME DOWN NOW” you yelled trying to break from his arms but for nothing. He put you on the motorcycle and forced you to wear the helmet, you huffed in return, giving up, you couldn’t start an argument. He then started the ride, “is this your first time riding a motorcycle?” he asked “y-yes” “then put your arms around my waist or-“ “no I won’t” “listen idiot I’m just trying to get you safe to Mikey or else trust me I wouldn’t care” “so why you saved me from the bull- I mean from that gang?” , it was an awkward silence before he could answer, he didn’t expect a question like this “just for Mikey or else-“ “you wouldn’t care yeah!” you finished his sentence. You slowly circled your arms around his torso but you kept your distance from him, you didn’t push your body on his back and your arms were faintly wrapped around him. “Should I teach her a lesson” said Draken to himself and started the ride at full speed making you panic. You quickly tightened your grip around him and buried your head in his back  “slow down you brat aaaaah” you said shutting your eyes, he just smirked enjoying how scared you were. After like 15mins he stopped “here we are” you looked up and realized how close you were, you could feel his defined stomach..that feeling made you blush a bit and you quickly pulled away. You were a bit dizzy from the ride “you almost killed both of us” you said angrily trying to forget about how embarrassing the situation was “where’s the badass (y\n) or you’re being a coward now?” . You started walking with Draken, there were a lot people there when they saw both of you they started bowing. You walked behind Draken who was putting his hands in his pocket; the situation was so awkward you were stealing glances from all direction, holding your bag to your chest.”Ken-chin finally” said Mikey “you must be (y\n)” he added giving you his eye smile. You nodded and smiled a bit “c’mon lets show you the place and let you meet the other” he said excitedly guiding you. “oh Takemichi?” you muttered, finally recognizing someone, his body and face were full of wounds as usual “this man is really a punching bag” you thought to yourself. “so guys this is (y\n)..(y\n) this is Baji captain of first division and that’s Chifuyu the vice-captain…this handsome man over here is Mitsuya the 2nd division captain and this is the vice-captain Hakkai…the others are on a mission one of them is Pah-chin the 3rd division captain..you’ll meet them later” all of them approached you and started shaking your hand “Mikey told us how you saved Takemichi” said chifuyu “you’re so brave!!” added Baji. “They’re friendly not like Draken” you thought to yourself smiling to the boys in front of you then shifting your eyes to glare at Draken. “you must be good friends with Draken..” said Mitsuy. You and Draken looked at each other not sure how to react “trust me she’s the human version of headaches” said Draken “you little shit..no one forced you to come everyday to my house” then again you started bickering as usual. All of the boys were confused and looked at each other like what the hell is going on. Finally Mikey interrupted you “oh guys ehm well I hope you’ll be able to get along cuz you’ll spend more time together” “WHAT?” both of you yelled “yes*smile* Draken you’ll help her in training besides she’ll be with us” “Mikey no, put her in the 2nd divison, I’m sure Mitsuya will do better than me” “you have to work on your relationship as well” added Mikey. Both of you sighed in defeat there’s no way Mikey would change his mind and now you’re stuck together. Mikey wanted to test your fighting abilities again in order to make you stronger. Everyone was there all the captains and the vice-captains “hm what about you fight Ken-chin” said Mikey, not gonna lie you were terrified a bit, Draken is a strong guy and he easily pinned you to the wall several times but you couldn’t show it, you had to be confident especially in front of them, now you’re part of the gang and you have to prove it. You’ll do your best to try and defeat Draken at least throw a proper punch at his face. He walked in the center a cold look on his face…well you realized that it’s actually his natural expression. Your guards were up, your foot positioned to not lose balance “you think you can defeat me?” he said a cocky smile on his face “same question for you…Draken”. And fight, the combat began you successfully dodged his fists, this man didn’t hesitate he was so serious about it. All you did was to dodge his hits, you didn’t attack him, he was so fast, taller and bigger than you but you waited for the right moment. He grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back while both of you were looking at each other; you frowned and used your knee to hit his stomach, “NICE” shouted Mikey and the others cheering on you. “You’re supposed to cheer on- urgh” said Draken only to receive a punch on his face, he was distracted and didn’t expect your attack.. his face was turned to the other side making him lose his balance, you seized the opportunity and jumped on him making him fall on the ground wrapping your legs around him trying to stop him from moving, in less than a minute he flipped you, your back hitting the hard ground making you growl in pain, and now he was on top of you, used on hand to pin yours on top of your head and the other softly wrapped around your neck, you struggled and kicked your legs everywhere but he was so heavy and slowly you felt your muscles become numb “you give up?”  “never” . The boys were impressed despite being pinned on the ground you did your best to fight him and to make him fall. “do you smell something?” said Baji “yeah..a lot of interesting things are about to happen between these two” added Mitsuya. For a moment you got lost in Draken’s eyes, remembering the feeling of his toned body. You shook your head trying to push those thought away “get off of me” you said headbutting him (when you hit someone’s face with your forehead) and quickly you stood up rushing to Mikey “you did well” said Chifuyu patting your head “you’re impressive, you proved yourself by fighting this big bear” said Baji pointing at Draken “tch” is the only thing you received from Drake.. was he mad because you made him fall? You shrugged and continued your chat with the boys without noticing him leave. Days passed and you grew closer to all of the boys especially Mitsuya, he was the one to keep you sane, your bickering with Draken became a daily routine and the others are now used to it, once you start arguing no one can stop you, not even Mikey. Mikey was hopeless but deep down he knows that you care for each other. Even if you don’t realize it, even if you fight everyday, the others can realize how protective Draken is, how he keeps his eyes on you when you’re paired up with someone else but he always deny it, instead he says that enjoys seeing you beaten up by someone else. You, you really thought Draken hates you, because he was forced to instruct and train you. At first you weren’t allowed to join them in fights they wanted to make sure you’re able to defend yourself without getting seriously injured. But after a lot of intense training that lasted for a month without forgetting the support you’ve received from all of them. Now you’re fully capable.  “(y\n) I have something for you” said Mikey holding a bag “what is it?” “as you know you’ll participate in the next mission that’s why you need a uniform right?” Mikey and Draken saw how you’re eyes lit up and how you held your hands together to your chest waiting for Mikey to show you the uniform. “Tada” you gasped when you saw it, it was similar to theirs but a bit girlish. “C’mon put it on ..We’ll wait you out there” you grabbed the uniform quickly changing into it. It hugged your body perfectly, you lifted your hair up in a ponytail and put on your fav boots and headed out to join the others. The moment you stepped out all the eyes fell on your figure. You smiled in satisfaction “wow” said Mitsuya “you look so gorgeous” he added taking your hand spinning you. All of them made comments on how beautiful and how the uniform suited you perfectly. But Draken kept his distance looking at you without making any comment; he didn’t even tease you as usual or insult you. You looked at him and your eyes met, you were about to say something but he turned his back and left. You felt your heart ache a bit, why would he do that? You didn’t do anything wrong to him to earn his hate. Your expressions changed and looked down. Everyone else noticed how upset you were but only a few knew that it was because of Draken. You excused yourself and followed Draken. “Draken” you yelled searching for him, he vanished. You got enough of his behavior and attitude towards you. You wanted to make everything clear and talk it out with him. You were busy searching…everywhere. “Oh look who’s here” but before you can turn around you got hit on the back of your head making you fall down unconscious.*Time skip* “hey hey wake up” said someone slapping your face. Your vision was a bit blurry becoming clear slowly. Your head was spinning. You tried to stand up but you couldn’t as your hands and legs were tied to a chair. “Remember me beautiful?” “You asshole” you said trying to get rid of your dizziness. “We will keep you here and tomorrow you’ll go with us to the big fight I’m sure your friends want to see you”. *Meanwhile* “do you think they’re alright?” “maybe they’re arguing again” “Draken can be an asshole sometimes”.. the boys were busy talking about you both when Draken arrived “did someone mention my name?” “ken-chin finally you’re here, you spent a long time out with (y\n)! did you make sure to walk her home?” “(y\n)?” he said clearly confused “b-but we weren’t together” everyone panicked, their eyes widened “s-she went after you when you left” “it was your fault in the first place” said Mitsuya eyes burning with anger, he grabbed Draken by his collar pushing him to the wall “you made her upset, whenever she tries to talk with you, you push her away” “WHAT THE FUCK MITSUYA, OUR RELATIONSHIP IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS” “she’s my best friend so it is MY BUSINESS” “best friend you say huh? Because it doesn’t seem like that…both of you look like lovers so stop hiding behind your ‘bestfriend’ thing” “you’re really an asshole Draken” both of them started fighting throwing punches and insults at each other’s faces, everyone struggled to pull them away from each other “STOP BOTH OF YOU” shouted Takemichi “how can you both be so careless about (y\n), do you really care about her?” said Mikey angrily “we don’t know anything about her, she may be caught by that bastard and you’re here fighting over you stupid feelings” exclaimed Baji, both of them looked down realizing their mistakes “instead of running away Draken, you could have talked to her and stop hiding your feelings” said Pah-chin  “what feelings” he said looking up, eyes wide and heart racing in his chest, does he really have feelings for you. Questions burned in his throat but he’s the one who have answer he just gotta look deep down…in his heart. “We don’t have time for that we have to go and look for her now”. Everyone rushed ready to get on their motorcycles when someone called Mikey. *On the phone* “Mikey I bet you’re worried as hell now” “you motherfucker where did you take her?” “calm down she’s safe..well for now at leas-“ Draken rushed to Mikey and snatched the phone “if you dare to lay a finger on her I’ll chop your hands off” “oh it’s you vice-president..your little girl is with us..she just needs some punishment for what she’s done to our fighters” “don’t you dare..I’ll end your life” “little girl was looking for you everywhere screaming your name…easy to catch, too distracted that we caught her easily” “I’ll find you and I’ll kill you” “no need to find me, we’ll be at the big fight tomorrow and she’ll come along” then he hung up. Draken’s hands were shaking with anger..his heart almost reaching his throat. “Ken-chin! What did he say?” he was just looking down, thinking about you about the possibility of you getting hurt and it was because of him..Because he was a coward running away from you..running away from his feelings. At that moment he realized how much you’re important to him and how he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe..was it love?..he realized how his heart skips a bit whenever he sees your face..how he feels like punching something when he sees you with Mitsuya. Was it a coincidence? “no” he said to himself..it was love. “Draken for god’s sake focus” he snapped out of his thoughts, veins popping in his face and neck “he said that he’ll bring her tomorrow to our big fight” Mitsuya approached Draken and said putting his hand on his shoulder “you’re the only one who knows very very well that (y\n) is so strong, she doesn’t give up easily no matter what..stay strong for her” “if something happens to her I’ll never forgive myself”..that’s the first time everyone get to see Draken sad like that..he’s usually strong, never showing his weak side to the point that everyone doubts if he actually has a weakness “we can’t leave her there” said Chifuyu out of the blue “we can’t wait till the morning” “fuck of course we can’t” all the boys gathered setting a plan then all of them rushed to their motorcycles, Mikey gave Draken a comforting smile, squeezing his hand softly “everything will be okay..stay strong ..for her..she needs you the most”. *Meanwhile* “That vice-president was extremely worried about you..haha love birds” “should we touch what’s his this time?” “l-love?...don’t you dare touch me I’LL KILL YOU” you yelled your lungs out. That man approached you slowly his hand grabbing your neck and his nose nuzzled in your ear whispering “shh stay still  beautiful we still have a long night ahead” “you fucker you’ll pay for this” he lips now were on your neck sucking on your soft skin…tears streamed down your cheeks “ stop yelling, instead let me hear you moan”. That guy wasn’t planning to do something serious to you he just wanted to give you a hickey for Draken to see, he wanted nothing than to make him suffer. Draken was able to take him down in almost every fight and now he can take his revenge by marking his girl. His lips then moved to your face but you were able to hit him with your forehead..he put his hand on his nose and slapped you. It was the moment Toman arrived..the fight reserved for tomorrow started earlier than it was expected “oh shit” said that guy  “how did they find us…come here we need to hide you” you started screaming and bit his hand when he tried to cover your mouth. “leave her alone” said Draken entering the room “ I said leave . her . alone “ gritting his teeth, the guy pushed you making you fall and run towards Draken thinking he stands a chance against him. Draken punched the guy but unexpectedly two others appeared from behind and grabbed Draken’s hands “DRAKEN BE CAREFUL” you yelled “let go of him” “(y\n) are you insane, we came here to save you just go, leave this place” “no Draken please..” you said failing to hold you tears, your nose was bleeding. Draken was unable to move his hand in their strong grip  and the other guy held a stick ready to him but you ran and threw yourself in front of Draken receiving the hit. You fell in Draken’s chest, your forehead bleeding you looked up at him and smiled your eyes slowly closing. The Toman joined you there and beat the shit out of the others. “(y\n) wake up please..please” said Draken brushing his shaking fingers against your cheeks a tear fell on his face “let’s take her to the hospital” said Mitsuya..all of them were worried about you. “what’s that is that a-“ Draken’s eyes widened when he saw the hickey, he put you down gently and went to that guy, he was already on the ground, he passed out from all the punches “you dare to touch her and put your filthy lips on her…I swear I’ll smash your face” everyone pulled him away before he could kill him, he probably succeeded in breaking his nose. “guys (y\n)! she’s moving” yelled Chifuyu to be joined by the others “slowly..help her sit” “ahh m-my head” you said holding your head “i-it h-hurts” their eyes softened at your sight. They brought you water and Mikey gave you something sweet to eat so you can gain your energy, luckily he moves around with snacks in his pocket. Baji wiped your blood and tied your hair so you can breathe comfortably. Now you’re fully awake munching on the dorayaki, sitting on the ground “do you feel better?” you hummed in response “did he do something to you, did he touch you?”asked Draken, you shook your head “he tried to kiss my lips but it hit him” his fists are now clenching and kicked the chair making you flinch “damn Draken calm down, she’s safe now” everyone excused themselves to give you privacy so you and Draken can talk. There you were, looking at each other awkwardly “You joining our gang was the biggest mistake that Mikey has ever done” “really Draken? After all of this you’re insisting on insulting me huh? You didn’t get enough of hurting my feelings don’t you?” now your eyes watering, tears threatening to fall again but you aggressively blinked them away. “look at you beaten up and you’re not expecting me to worry about you? That fucker tried to kiss you or maybe even fuck you” “but he didn’t and I’m safe now” “why did you throw yourself like that, why did you receive the hit?” “is this how you thank someone for helping you..tch” “I’m supposed to keep you safe it’s not your job to help me” “and you’re not my bodyguard Draken I’m part of Toman now I believe I fought till the end-“ “you can’t get hurt” “why? Does it matter to you? You hurt my feelings on a daily basis, did you consider that? Ofc not” “I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED” “WHY DRAKEN WHY WOULD YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE YOU HATE?” “I FUCKING LOVE YOU (y\n)” both of you stopped in tracks, you looked at him in shock, did he just confess his feelings? You thought he hated you “w-what ? D-draken ?” he looked away “yes i-I do” “you idiot all this time I thought you hated me” you said grabbing his collar and gently punching his chest “I felt hopeless and now you didn’t even confess properly…aggressive as always tch” “you’re unbelievable I told you that I love you what I am supposed to do get on one knee?” “save that to the proposal.. you’re really a dumb  who acts smart” “p-proposal?” “hey calm down I’m just kidding, gosh “ “no no I promise I’ll propose to you one day” you smiled at his sudden softness “oh you’re being soft now” you teased “you’re really getting on my nerves now…just shut up” “make me” you said smirking…man that drove him crazy he approached you, held your little face in his big hand and planted a kiss on your lips, you growled a bit and then pulled away “what you didn’t like the ki-“ “ no no it’s just I have a cut on my lip so kissing hurts a bit” you said blushing “oh okay I’m sorry” “I didn’t say you can’t kiss me tho” you ended your sentence by pulling him to you, kissing his lips hungrily, you wrapped your arms around his neck, he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso his arms holding your hips, his lips moved to your neck kissing each part of it and sucking at your skin “you . belong . to . me”, you pulled away trying to catch your breath, your head fell on his shoulder, you hugged him tight and whispered a soft ” I love you too Draken”. He then put you on your feet and walked you to his motorcycle, everyone was waiting for you “guys we heard everything” joked Baji “yeah guys you were really really loud” everyone laughed and you were a blushing mess “ I can’t believe it..that’s what you call a (y\n) effect, Draken you’re really blushing”. After that you went back to Mikey’s house , you told your family that you’ll spend the night with Emma. *At Mikey’s house* “ take off your shirt” said Draken holding the aid kit “why is it bothering you that much?” you teased “just take it off right now” “no why would I do it…em I’m not ready yet” “huh? Isn’t obvious? I have to check your wounds” “oh is that so” you gasped dramatically. “Eventually I’ll see you naked so no need to be shy now”. You slowly took off your shirt but you still have your sports top on. He gently massaged your shoulder and your back and treated each wound carefully, he left soft kisses on the back of your neck. “c’mon lay on bed now, take those pills they’re helpful for your headache” he kissed your temple and held his jacket ready to leave but you stopped him  “can you stay here for tonight?” “really?” “yeah ask Mikey if it’s okay to stay over” “..that’s my second house so I don’t need his permission..move to the side a bit” you did as he said then he laid next to you, he pulled the covers up and put his arms on your waist spooning you. Your bodies pressed to each other. Feeling each part of you. He kissed your head and whispered a “sleep tight my little fighter”. Both of fell asleep quickly, after an exhausting evening. Sleeping soundly in each other’s embrace. “shh they’re sleeping” “they’re so cute together” said the boys and Emma as they entered the room, they didn’t expect to see Draken cuddling next to you but it was a cute view the big strong bear being soft and cuddly for the first time. Mitsuya was so happy for both of you, he really considered you as his best friend more like a sister. All of them were extremely happy, finally Draken found his soulmate. All of them are ready to fight for both of you and to protect you and your relationship no matter what. “ah I’m jealous now Draken will be so protective over her, we won’t be able to spend much time with her” Said Takemichi pouting “Nah guys don’t worry (y\n) will always remain Toman’s little fighter.” Said Mikey proudly. All of them spent the night there they even fell asleep in the same room, so when you wake up in the morning don’t freak out when you see all of them sleeping  peacefully.