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secretlysimpash · 6 months ago

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some cod guys + helping s/o on their period

Character(s): Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Graves, König

Warning(s): periods + everything that comes with them (reader is meant to be GN but AFAB), some lightly implied nsfw (literally barely anything but just in case yk)

Price

Knew before you…Somehow (definitely tracks it…for no particular reason).

On the worst days, he’ll let you lay down (or curl up) and relax so he can do everything for you. Just let him take care of the cooking, cleaning, shopping, the pets, laundry…Everything, luv.

On the other hand, if you need him right there with you on the couch or in bed…He’s there. Right by your side or holding you in his lap, one hand resting on whichever part is cramping the most.

Speaking of his hands…Two words: big and warm. He has a heating pad on standby just in case, but his hands work just fine.

Since he tracks it, he stocks the house up on all of your favorite things like a week before. Anything you craved in the past, he took note of…So it's all there.

And if the cramps persist, he’s holding you and stroking your head, refusing to leave your side. He can’t just leave you alone, dove :((

Gaz

Gaz may not track it like Price…But he still sees the patterns, the symptoms, the changes…So by the time Mother Nature decides to absolutely ruin your day, Gaz already has peppermint tea and ibuprofen at the ready.

Wants to help you however he can, but doesn’t want to overdo it. He’s aware that you’re an adult still capable of doing things, and will respect that.

HOWEVER, if you ask him for a massage he’ll do it without question. Ask for him to run a bath for you, he’s got you. Basically, he’ll wait for you to ask first. But as soon as you ask, he’s ready.

Will give you your space if you need it. Sometimes a period can make you irritable, and he doesn’t want to make it any worse. So yes, hole up in the bedroom or living room for however long, it's perfectly fine. Take an hour or so to yourself.

But…No matter how much he respects your boundaries, he’s still going to find an excuse to walk past the room every ten minutes, peek in quietly, might even wait outside the room to listen for any noise if you close the door…Which you definitely do because he was starting to look like a kicked puppy.

Eventually, if it’s been more than two hours or so, he’ll open the door up again and come in, ready to ask what you want for dinner…Only to find that you fell asleep. Quietly as he can, he’ll sneak into bed right next to you, one hand on your abdomen where you were cramping when he last saw you.

Soap

“Ah, that time of the month, bonnie? Well…Tha’ explains a lot…”-Soap, knowing full well that he’s gonna get hit with a glare or a pillow, but saying it anyway because he thinks you’re cute when you’re annoyed.

Listen, he’s gonna poke some fun at you…But he’s still gonna help. Honestly, you don’t even need to tell him what you want, he just knows (except for the specific brand of pad or tampon that you want, there’s just so many and he’s gonna get so confused, oh my god).

Comes back through the door, arms full of bags of the things you need. He’s hoping to get back in your good graces with a box of your favorite chocolates and an adorable stuffed bunny that made him think of you.

Unlike Price, he’ll let you do chores or anything you’d normally do if you’re able to…But unlike Gaz, he won’t leave you alone when you’re doing it. If you’re doing dishes, he’s drying and putting them away ASAP. When you’re doing laundry, he’s helping separate the dark and light loads. If you’re cleaning, he’s running over with whatever supplies you need.

Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. You’re finally ready to take a shower to soothe your aches and feel a bit cleaner? Guess who’s already running the shower? He’s going in with you, massaging and washing your body, peppering your face, neck, and shoulders in kisses. After you’re all rinsed, he’ll just stay with you under the warm water for a while longer while holding you against him. He gets out first so he can grab a towel for you. Showers…The one thing he won’t let you do alone (unless you tell him that you’d rather be alone, of course).

Physical touch is his love language…So expect him to cuddle you in whatever position makes the cramps go away. Or better yet, just let him rest his head in your lap so he can cover your lower half in kisses while you play with his hair. Can he actually kiss away the cramps? He’s gonna try, dammit…He’s gonna try. And if your chest is sore too, he’s pawing at your shirt, trying to get it off so he can take care of that too.

Ghost

He knew something was up when you tried to stop him from doing the laundry. It’s then that he sees the ruined pants and underwear, a bright red from bleeding through on one of your heavier days.

Will look you dead in the eyes, VERY unamused, and just…”You know what I do for a living, yeah? I’ve seen worse.” Before taking the bloodied articles of clothes from you.

Instead of immediately tossing them in the laundry, he takes his time getting the blood stains out…Because of course he knows how to get the bloodstains out.

Seriously though…He isn’t bothered by the blood in the slightest. Doesn’t want you feeling like this is the cursed time of month where you’re just ~ gross ~. He’s a grown man, and you’re a grown adult. He’s treating you the same as always, and letting you go about your day.

If your period DOES limit you, he’ll recognize and respect it…But otherwise, everything and anything is still on the table for him. Dates, working out, walks…Other activities. Anything. Anything. Nothing is out of the question for his birdie.

Has no problem picking up pads and tampons! And if anyone gives him weird looks about it, they’re getting the most dead eyed stare ever. Pretty sure he gave more than a few cashiers nightmares after they looked at the pads, then at him with an amused look. Oof.

Graves

This man will call it anything BUT your period. That time of month, shark week, Aunt Flow, on the rag, the crimson wave, painters are in, your monthly visitor…He’s so annoying about it.

Just like Soap, he’ll say shit to get a rise out of you (“Aw c’mon, it can’t be that bad…You’re such an overactor, doll.”).

But if you’re really going through it, he knows when to pump the breaks and be a good partner. He’s a smartass, but not a complete ass (to you, at least). He’s going to get anything you need, cook your favorite comfort foods (i stand by the headcanon that this man can COOK), do whatever you need him to do, just name it, doll.

Not gonna lie, he did have to do a bit of research at first. Sure, he grew up around women and has some exes, but they didn’t really tell him about this kind of stuff (or he just didn’t care to learn at the time). Thankfully, he’s a fast learner, and he learns what works and what doesn’t work for you real quick.

Big on petting your head or rubbing your back while dealing with cramps. Won’t even speak, knows you probably can’t even think straight. He just wants to sit there with you.

Back to the bit about him having to do research…The first time he was asked to pick up “pads with wings”, he came home with pads (wingless) and some buffalo wings. He was NOT thinking, definitely misread the text, just thought you were craving wings. Definitely researched different brands and asked what your preferences are.

König

Okay, so the big guy isn’t completely clueless…But he isn’t the most educated on this subject either. He knows the basics: blood, oof ow the cramps, moody…That’s about it.

When he finally understands WHY it hurts so much…Oh, he’s treating you like royalty, because what do you mean one of your organs is shedding? If you ask him to tone it down on the princess/prince treatment, he will…But god, he’s reeling.

Same deal as Price with the hands. Big, warm hands…Perfect for massaging or just holding them over where the cramps are the worst.

He calls your period “Erdbeerwoche”, aka “Strawberry Week”, since that’s what his mom and aunts called it.

As much as König wants to help you on your period, he’s not great with just sitting or laying down with you for long periods of time. He has trouble sitting still. His solution? He’s gonna try and get you to move during your period. Going on walks, some light exercise, something to keep both him and you moving.

A nice walk which ends in you getting something sweet or something you’re craving happens almost every month now, maybe twice a month during that time when he’s able to.

#cod x reader #cod imagines #ghost x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #Gaz x reader #konig x reader #graves x reader #tw periods #wrote this like a week ago when I was going through it on my period lmao

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iceman-soup · 1 year ago

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masc!reader x roach

Fuck's sake, you're thinking, laying in bed, wide awake and somehow still feeling like you have done all day - ready to fall asleep at the first opportunity. And now it's here, the room in darkness aside from the moonlight through the open blinds just the way you like it, and yet your exhausted body refuses to shut off. Typical.

If it weren't for how damn quickly your lips got cracked and dry, you'd be breathing through your mouth. Thankfully, you're not forced to do so quite yet - although the way your stuffy nose is sounding at every inhale, you might be soon, and that would be the equivalent of admitting defeat. So far, you'd been ignoring your earache, headache, every ache you had; you'd put aside how your eyes hurt and your legs and arms were tired from more than just training exercises with the rookies.

Now, though, you couldn't quite dismiss it, and it was catching up to you. Damn fast. Tossing and turning in the too-warm blankets (despite it being 2°C in the barracks, due to the inconveniently-timed broken heating), you let out a frustrated sigh, pulling on your comfy military socks and a hoodie and padding out from your tiny room, shoulders hunched against the chill.

Trodding through the corridors, wishing you'd bothered to put on shoes, you soon found yourself in the mess hall, quiet and dark and empty. You hated how eerie it was at night, but did appreciate the little coffee and tea machines at the sides, however cheap they tasted. Grabbing a chipped mug and pressing the breakfast tea option, you let your tired head fall to your chest, closing your eyes and swaying a little where you stand.

As the tea finishes making itself, you pick up the mug, grateful for its warmth, and sit yourself down at a nearby table, blowing your nose with a scratchy napkin but glad it was there anyway. More mulling over the tea than drinking it, you lay your head down, foggy mind drifting from thought to thought and not noticing the other man enter the mess hall.

A gentle tap on the shoulder jolts you upright, and you realise how you're sitting in almost complete darkness as your eyes adjust to make out the figure of Roach standing in front of you. He's wearing a set of matching pyjamas - one of those soft, chequered ones with a button-up shirt and drawstring trousers tied in a floppy bow - and fluffy socks, and is missing his usual helmet, goggles and gloves. Which you suppose is expected seeing as it's probably early hours of the morning. That being said, he's got on a smaller version of his normal mask, covering only the bottom half of his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, tapping his fingers to his chest then doing a double thumbs-up to sign it. You smile tiredly, trying to be polite and say you're fine but your voice is raspy and painful when you speak. Roach tilts his head slightly at you, then points at the tea and signs for you to drink it. Too ill to argue, you do as he says and watch as he picks up your now-empty mug, putting it to the side apparently for someone else to clean up, then holding his hand out expectantly.

"What're'y' doing?" you mumble, taking his hand and entwining your fingers as you stand up, leaning into his body almost instinctively. He tries to sign something, but with only one hand free and your groggy brain, the message doesn't really get across. You follow him blindly anyway, not really caring so long as you can nab his warmth for as long as possible.

He leads you along the corridors of the barracks to a room that definitely isn't your own, going by the completely different layout and the fact that there's a knocked out Lieutenant in one of the bunks. You don't bother to question it when you're bundled into the bed opposite and followed by Roach, who wraps the seemingly infinite blankets around the both of you and presses a firm kiss to your forehead through his mask, despite the fact you're not at all dating or even close to this being normal.

He doesn't give you time to argue (not that you have the brain power to anyway), instead pushing you to lie down and quickly cuddling into your side, resting his head on your shoulder and tracing absent-minded patterns into your chest. You curl your arms around him, letting your mind catch up.

"Did you just kidnap me to snuggle with?" you process after a moment, glancing down to see him nod. "You share a room with Ghost." Another nod. "And you couldn't've gone the three metres over to his bed?" Roach hesitates; thinks. Then shakes his head stubbornly, legs tangling with yours.

Maybe that scratchy napkin was just brilliant, but you're certainly not feeling as ill and uncomfortable as before when you finally drift off to sleep, the Sergeant in your arms as your own little personal weighted warming blanket.

#ok enough fluff i need this man to rail me so hard i see stars then give me the best aftercare of my entire life #gary roach sanderson #cod fluff #roach x male reader #cod men x male reader #x male reader #x masc reader #roach fluff #roach x reader

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baddiewiththebook · 11 months ago

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Over the Years | e.m x reader | p. 3

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

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July 1979

Sitting criss-cross on a bench might not seem practical to most, but you’re too enthralled by the pages of the book you read to care. Each page gives you a whiff of nostalgia you’ve never known. There’s something more to a story than just the words on paper. The pages themselves hold their own story. You could burry your nose in a book and inhale that rich woodsy scent forever.

As you’re closing in on a particularly rich chapter, you lift your head at the sound of a car door slamming shut. There’s a bit of a scuffle with the rusted handle, but Eddie’s there across the trailer park. He’s got a brand new van that he’s rounding the front with his uncle Wayne. A proud slap on the back from his uncle, Eddie lifts the hood up.

Your smile begins to drop when a certain frizzy headed brunette leaps from the back of the van. Recently, Eddie has found himself a new buddy named Gareth. They met at the arcade when Eddie was in charge of entertaining you for the day.

Gareth is a big theatrical for your taste. Or, maybe you’re a bit jealous that Eddie has someone he can relate too.

You are becoming too much of a woman. That’s according to your mother, who last week had to teach you how to use pads for the first time.

Dropping your gaze back to the pages of your book, you feel the heat creep onto the back of your neck as the warm sun tans your skin. It’s a blazing hot summer that’s perfect for enjoying a day on your porch, while your neighbor leans over the engine of his new car.

Oh, God.

You’re never going to get through this book, while your friend is wrestling with the metal inside that junker. Clang! Clang! Clang! You're thrown from the rhythm inside your book, and now you've gone pages without knowing the plot at all.

You huff.

With your screen door open, your can hear your mom humming a happy tune in the kitchen. She’s baking chocolate muffins for Wayne, which has become her favorite pastime between shifts. He adores being her guinea pig for her new recipes.

Well, there’s less gray across the Munson yard these days. Your mom helped Wayne plant some pink peonies in the months before, so that they blossom in the summer. It doesn't seem to be that Wayne has quite the green thumb as your mother. They've gone limp and forgotten. But, the pink still shines and it brightens up the neighborhood a bit.

Since your mother and Wayne are both single and each of them are raising a child by themselves, eventually they learned to lean on each other for as much support as they need while you and Eddie grow up.

You hated that conversation with your mother.

The day was cloudy, so your mother trapped you indoors. She set down a steaming cup of tea in front of her at the dining table, then beckoned you to come close to her. You were ten. Visually, you can still see the the cat clock on the wall. It's eyes bob back and forth, while the tail swings away. Time ticks forward. Your mom fumbled with the tea bag a lot, and she could hardly hold her gaze in your direction when she began to tell you about your chest getting bigger. You'd begin to wear bras soon after that. She resisted telling you about sex, but you snuck glances at the shows Eddie would watch and that told you enough.

Anyway, the point your mother was making was that you grow up, you fall in love and you make children just to start the cycle all over again.

Again, you hated that talk.

That isn't like you at all.

Boy aren't likeable like that. The boys at your school like to eat mud, or chase the girls around with worms. They will pull at the girls' hair bows. They have to be warned not to throw rocks on the playground. And man, do their armpits stink. Do they even wash themselves?

That's when Eddie yells, then laughs heartily. It distracts you to see him and Gareth tackling each other in the dusty dirt in the trailer park. An oil-like sweat slicks across Eddie's arms where his torn off sleeves should be.

Boys also will play too rough. They never know when to quit.

The boys you read about in books are the men you wait for. Heroic men in shining coats of steal armor. They travel to far-away distant lands and they fight beasts to save their one true love. Their love is the stuff of legend. A true love that even the Gods are jealous of.

You finally slam the book closed because your neighbor's roughhousing becomes too much for you to focus on what you're reading. They’ve kicked up enough dirt to cause a tornado in the center of the trailer park for your liking, and you’re ready to go inside.

Eddie does notice you stand from your spot on the porch. You’ve spent a bit of time away from each other in the past few days, but that’s neither your fault nor his. It’s just that your mother keeps giving him these weird stares like he’s an alien from another planet.

Should he tell your mom that he has no plans to grope you? You're his closest childhood friend. He'd never think to put you in any harms way.

It all became quite clear to him when Wayne sat him down over dinner a few weeks ago. Now, he already had sat through the talk with Wayne about growing hair in different places when he was around ten. Since he'll be heading into high school after this summer, Wayne had a different story to tell him. It's all terribly embarrassing to have to listen to his uncle tell him about the birds and the bees.

Eddie cut the conversation short when he told Wayne he snuck into the adult section at the bookstore. They had some raunchy magazines that Eddie snuck out under his jacket, but he left that detail out of the equation.

Either way, the talk ended there.

Eddie had no plans of doing anything like that to you.

Should he send you mom a card?

Before you can retreat into your house, Eddie jogs over to your porch. He kicks one of his feet up on the bottom step, which surprises you enough to turn around.

“Did you see?” Eddie points. “My uncle got me a van. It needs a lot of work, but when I’m fifteen I’ll be driving that baby.”

A few hours ago, Eddie was sat in a junkyard with his uncle Eddie. It's about time he started learning to drive himself places. But, before he could do that, he'll learn how to maintain his new ride. Wayne told Eddie that he's going to start where he started.

Eddie knows a bit about cars because of his father. He was taught how to jump start them, and to drive away fast before the cops come. But, he's sure that's not the way Wayne wants to encourage him.

It makes Wayne sweat knowing that one of the few things Eddie recalls about his father is his criminal history. Eddie can read it all over the old man's face when he jokes about it. But, Eddie's not going to turn out like his old man.

He's just not.

You turn around just in time to catch the driver's side door of Eddie's new project fall to the dirt with a bang.

“Sweet,” you hold your tongue to keep from laughing. “Hi, Gareth.”

Gareth is nice enough to acknowledge you by giving you a slight head tilt, then a raised eyebrow. Clearly, you two still haven't found a common ground to land on. This becomes difficult for Eddie, who would like to spend time with you equally, rather than like a couple of divorced parents.

“Oh!” Eddie exclaims with the snap of his fingers. Reaching around his back, he juts his tongue out between his lips. Tugging at his back pocket, he eventually unveils his big surprise.

“Eddie!” You wrap him into a bear hug. “How did you get this?! They’re not supposed to be sold for another month!”

Eddie's handing over the newest addition to the book series you've grown so fond of. You've spent a lot of time studying the pages, and the way the author can craft such an immersive experience with just words and paper.

Eddie shies away from telling you the hoops he jumped through just to see this elated grin smothered across your face. The owner can be a bit of a piss head, but you didn’t need to know that. He was hiding them behind the counter, so he could rack up the price for having such a “rare” find.

“I stopped off at the bookstore again, and they had a copy behind the counter,” he shrugs.

Each of the pages have the natural yellowing you could melt into. They’re crispy, and the smell. Oh, the smell! You’re in heaven.

“Thank you,” you drop back onto your heels.

Eddie has had a growth spurt recently that’s left him as tall as a giraffe. You’re around the height of a mouse compared to him now that he’s caught up on growing.

“Oh!” You step back. “Have you thought about a name for your band, yet?”

Eddie picked up a guitar over the summer. Without a single lesson, Eddie is a natural guitarist in your opinion. Those chords he can put together are the most complicated and yet the sound is the smoothest you've ever heard. Eddie has even learned some of your favorite songs, despite telling you that pop music is for the weak minded. Recently, he's gotten into the harder rock music or a metal band or two. You're not allowed to listen to them inside your house, but you've snuck a few of Eddie's records to play when your mom is away.

Also, Eddie is a great singer. You've told him he sounds like a true 'rock and roller.' All he has to do now is start his band, and become world famous. You'll be there at every show to cheer him on.

“You have a band?” Gareth interjects to stare at Eddie completely taken aback. “Dude, I’ve got a setup in my garage. We just need to dust off the drum set, tune a few guitars and maybe find a few extra musicians."

“Who said you’re in this band, pipsqueak?” Eddie jabs at his friend.

Gareth snorts. “Who else would start a metal band with you? This whole town is drenched in tradition.”

“You're going with metal music?” Your eye filled with wonderment.

This makes Gareth’s blood begin to boil. As far as he’s concerned, your nose should stay in your books. Flouncy little skirts and pinched cheeks have no place listening to metal music. You should stick to what you're good at, which could be - knitting - or something.

Gareth elbows Eddie, and tilts in the direction of the van. It still needs a lot of work, and the job wouldn't get done while you stand here needing the definition of what metal music is. Besides, Wayne's trying to get the door back on the hinges himself. He'll break his back if he's not careful.

“I’ll see you later,” Eddie tells you. “I should get back to the van. But, when we do come up with a name I’ll let you know.”

We.

You can only assume that Gareth is officially in the band.

“Bye, boys!” You clutch your newest possession close to your chest.

As they’re heading across the property, Gareth begins his daily grievances about you to Eddie's open ear. Eddie can't come up with the faintest clue about why Gareth's so bent out of shape about his friend.

“Why do you hang out with that little girl, anyway?” Gareth asks rather loudly.

“She’s a year older than you,” Eddie corrects him. “I’ve known her my whole life. What’s the big deal?”

“Does she even know anything about metal music?”

“She’ll learn,” Eddie disagrees with Gareth’s distaste for you. Maybe he's a bit too optimistic about you and Gareth eventually finding peace. But, that doe leave room for Eddie to toy with his friend.

“She’s a girl,” Gareth points out, “she’ll just distract us.”

“Distract us,” Eddie pokes him, “or distract you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scrunches his nose.

“I don’t know man,” Eddie reaches for the tool box that’s set out in front of the van. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“Yeah,” Gareth threatens, “your head is looking vulnerable under that hood right about now.”

Eddie snickers, “yeah, yeah. Hand me that.”

Your mom dances back and forth in the kitchen feeling the pressure of trying to impress her friendly neighbor. Apron coated in dusty flour. Finger prints drag a layer of dusty powder across the waistline. She accidentally smears the melted chocolate across her forehead, which invites you into action.

Sweet vanilla soaks the walls of your house. Every spot in your house smells heavenly. You set your book on the counter, before grabbing a wet rag.

“Mom,” you hold the towel.

She lowers her head down to your level, “again?"

You try your best not to smudge your mom's makeup. She puts so much effort into every brush stroke that you can't help, but feel guilty leaving a patch of her skin exposed in the sunlight. At least the chocolate is gone.

“Did you have fun with your friends out there?” She swings back around to her mixing pot.

“Eddie got a car,” you point out the front window.

Your mother is less than impressed as you were when Eddie showed off to you just moments ago. In fact, her wild eyes are angry. She holds her fists to her sides when she finally snaps at you;

“Don’t you dare get in that car with him,” she scolds as though you’ve done the unspeakable. “You’ll be barefoot and pregnant faster than you could ever imagine.”

“Mom,” you step back from her. “Eddie’s not like that.”

“All boys are like that,” she ends the conversation there. “Go play.”

Tossing the tea towel aside onto a clean part of the kitchen counter, you don't even bother showing her the book that Eddie gave you. It was a sweet gesture on his part, and you don't need your mother shunning you from the pages of a good book.

Spinning on your heel, you make a beeline for your bedroom before the hot sting of your tears could shed onto the kitchen floor. Your mother has never sounded so fierce before. She's never spat Eddie's name with such venom.

It felt like a slap to the face.

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[ August 1982 ]

tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson preference #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic

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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair.

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children.

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction.

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call.

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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immj2 30.10.20 lb

lol ishani is suchhhhhhhhh a messy bitch. not even pretending to look less than outright gleeful.

le, iska rona shuru. god sis, you knowwwwwww these bitches have it out for you, then why do you give them the satisfaction of seeing this reaction???

yeh aadmi hai ya bhagwaan? koi bhi jagaah koi bhi time marzi se prakat ho jaata hai.

THAT FUCKING STUPIDASS SCARF IS RUINING THE WHOLEEEEEE LOOOK. GOD WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO HIM?????????

TUMNE JITNE TELLYWOOD FANS KO KHOOOON KE AANSOON RULAAYE HAINNNNA SHIRALI, BHAGWAN TUMHE IN PAAPON KE LIYE KABHI NAHI MAAF KAREGA!!!!!!!!!!

also, just noticed the set and production design credits and finally have names to put on all the hate mail i wanna send.

naaaah jk, i think it's really nice that they got employment in this pandemic, even with their OBVIOUS lack of taste. so much so, that it seems to be a medical condition!

anyway, he said he got this sargi for ishani on behalf of angre, but since she's got hers anyway, this one can be given to riddhima. noice. this fucker be worming his way into my heart with shit like this.

inka phir se popat bann gaya.

mummy biting out and giving the worst blessing of all, “sadaa suhaagan raho.” which is just an elaborate way of saying "hope you die before your husband does, because life without a man is worse than death itself!!!!!!"

“thank you mummyji. aapne ~~sachchi neeyat~~~ se sargi taiyyar kii thi toh dekhiye, mere haath khaali nahi hain!”

lmao nice. where was this riddhima allllll along?????? i've been waitinggggg for this snarky bitchhhhh who doesn't take shit!!!!!

le, aadarsh bahu mode is back on. sab ke liye koi paath ka intezaam kiya. chanchal chachi was right, she's suchhhhh a annoying suck-up to dadi, honestly.

husband is like here, no one's looking; sneak some almonds, come on. yes, i approve. this the kinda man* you want ladies. one who's willing to have a few hours taken off his lifespan so you don't get hangry.

(*T&C strictly apply: only in this feeding waala criteria wrt this dude. baaki sab toh disaster hi disaster hai iss mein.)

“kaisi baat kar rahe ho??? vrat sachchi nishtha se kii jati hai. koi nahi dekh raha par bhagwaan dekh rahe hain!”

lmao, the most appropriate response.

wait you guys genuinely need a gif of this moment, coz it’s priceless:

i can't believe they don't let this dude move his face in this show when he is the MOST ENTERTAINING when he doessssss.

he's like dude i'll adjust with the 2 hours less in my life, but dharampatni is i won’t let you escape a minute of suffering existence in this flesh prison we’re all trapped in, so help me god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

who the fuckkkkkkkkk is this????? and you know you didn't need a needle on the syringe for this whole thing, don't you???

vansh's "baaz ki nazar" toh i've long given up on, but riddhima's peripheral vision also seems to be completely shit if she didn't notice a wholeass person wrapped in all black skulking around directly in her eyeline, not 10 feet away.

lmaooooooo dadi is like tf you doing here, and the hasty retreat he beat. scaryass men soft for their sweet old grandmas is a trend i really do love in tellywood.

oh i like ishani's outfit.

blah blah blah KC gyaan idgaf.

riddhima has lit diya and instant cough attack from the smoke.

it's her. she's the one who did this. looks like she's okay with bhai dying a few days earlier than fated, as long as it means she knocks riddhima down a few pegs.

mummy rubbing it in saying dekho yeh akhand paath hai, beech mein rukna nahi chahiye, apshagun hota hai. godddddddddddddd.

I HONESTLY CANNOT WATCH HER COUGH AND CHOKE THROUGH THIS THE SHEER RIDICULOUSNESS OF THIS IS FUCKING KILLING MEEEEEEEEE

yeh lo ji, parmeshwar prakat ho gaye to save the day and read the paath himself.

all dudes in the world should be in whatever business this guy and angre are in. ki biwi mil gayi toh it manages itself while he devotes himself to her.

lmao the sheer earnestness with which he's narrating the KC paath. both wholesome and fucking hilarious. looks like those primary school kids at their first public speaking contest.

i am ishani. god, why won't this scene just endddddddd already, i'm dying of cringe.

whoooooooooooops. bhai is pointedly asking ki how riddhima's throat got messed up when she was fine like 3 min ago.

behen is giving earnesttttttt excuses and he's really "sure jan"-ing her.

dadi's all no matter what issues crop up in these two's lives, i'm sure they'll win over it with their lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrve. yeah, it looks that way rn, but i wouldn't be quite so optimistic yet, dadi.

literally no one is surprised by this revelation.

oh god, she has something more planned. man who are these ppl with so much energy in their lives WHILE PREGNANT, to do such scheming and plotting??????? just my period cramps have me taking 2 hours off work to curl up on my heat pad and cry about ouchieeeeeee.

great. ragini ko ab daure pad rahein hain.

and poor angre is saddled with getting her treatment. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL THESE TROUBLESOME WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE VANSH?!?!?! EK ADIYAL BEHEN ISKE SAR PE BAANDH DI HAI WOH KAAFI NAHI THA, KI AB INVALID EX KO BHI ISKE HI HAATH MEIN THAMAA DIYA. i know you got your hands full with that disaster wife of yours, but come on man.

oh god is he gonna blow up at her again for eavesdropping!?!!?!?!?

thank the lord above, she had airpods in. (also lmao, ofc she's literally the airpods meme.)

isn't HE supposed to give HER a gift today???

i liked his other watch better. but this watch is supposedly riddhima “ke dil ki dhadkano se judi hai” so........ i'm no expert in cutting edge watch technology, so sure. sounds like something that would be available for the wives of billionaire gangster’s wives to buy.

oh man she got herself a matching one. which ofc is “tumhare dil ki dhadkano se judi hai.” lord, she CHEESY CHEESYYYYYYYYYYYY. and i'm mildly lactose intolerant, so 🤢🤢🤢

this dude is not though. he falling for this hard and fast. which is....... unexpected. nice, but also suspicious.

“yeh ghadiyaan chahe rahein naa rahein riddhima, lekin tum mere dil mein hamesha rahogi.”

that's sweet. and i'd believe and squee over it if this was any other show. i would. but in this show, literally everyone other than dadi/siya is out to fuck each other over and i don't trust a single goddamn word out their hissy snake mouths.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand ofc he's vrat-ing for her too. BECAUSE THIS IS A FEMINIST SHOW WITH THIS VERY FEMINIST HERO OK?!!!!!!?!?!!!!?!? THIS ONE EPISODE ABSOLVES ALLLLLLLLLLLL THE OTHER 98 EPISODES FILLED WITH HOT FLAMING TRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!

“apni umar badhaake kya karoonga main, agar tum saath nahi ho. main chahta hoon ki tum meri zindagi ki aakhri saans tak mere saath raho.”

again, very very sweet and all, esp. with these soft melty eyes; but it's this show. and we saw the upcoming promo. sooooooooo, kill bill sirens in my head, i'm afraid.

both mann hi mann mein deciding to tell each other the truth about their backstories after the vrat. which should work out splendidlyyyyyyy.

lo ji dream sequence shuru. voot blocked the music but colors put up the scene with bol na halke halke on instaTV so i watched it there.

yesssssssssss you messy trainwrecks. get it onnnnnnnnnn.

this is literally alllll i am watching this show for. the moment y'all bang in canon, i'm outttttttttttt. it's always the best time to quit a tellywood show. always. take this protip from wise, old TT. quit the show the episode the lead couples fuck. just trust me on this.

idk WHOSE dream sequence this is, but lmao it's got the vibes of a not-that-great wedding "promo" thing ppl have got going on these days. which one of y'all is binging these on youtube and thus has their subconscious filled with it/??? it's gotta be riddhima, but it would be absolutely fucking hilariousssssss if it was in fact, vansh.

yup. it was her dumb ass. i bet she had the exact video in mind for kabir and just cut-copy-pasted vansh's face in there from the last week onwards.

oh chachi's back from maayka for vrat kholing.

mans literally do be looking like the chand today. because they eased up on his yellow foundation, thank god.

poor ishani. god, this is why we need feminism. so our sisters don't get pushed into shit like this against their willllllllllllllllll.

dadi and siya shipping riansh to the point of making ppl uncomfortable. what next, you gonna be writing mature fanfic about them on IF????? BACK THE FUCK OFF, YOU WEIRDOS.

“humaare plans kamyaab hote toh vansh iss waqt riddhima ko zeher ki pyaali pilaa raha hota. hmph.”

lmaoooooooooooooooo mummy is an eternalllllllll mood.

this one is getting overly emotional about her first completed karwachauth vrat. eat a snickers, bitch.

dadi overpromising and saying shit like evennnnnnnnn god himself can't shake your love for each other, tumhari prem kahaani billlkulllll pooori hogi and what not. oh dadi, did YOU not see the promo?????

this one got the footage she needed and has duly handed it over to bhai. both of vansh's sisters have the trait for going straightttttt to him with their sordid discoveries, albeit for completely polar reasons.

lmaoooooo the way she peaced out.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's started growling about how all this KC naatak was fake and and vowing revenge and games for her dhokaaaaaaaaaa. i hate to say it but............ i told you so.

also abbe oh gobar ganesh. itna CCTV footage mila hai kahin se, toh baaki ka bhi toh dhoond, where you see how she got into the bloody dickey?!?!???! nahi, 2 out-of-context second hi dekh ke paagal saand ki taraah bekaabu ho jaana hai. shit for brains, literally everyone in this show has.

anyway, if i was vansh’s murti maker, i’d be expecting a call righhhhhht about now. riddhima yahaan rahe na rahe, uski murti zaroor rahegi, which vansh and his next paramour will demolish together as a bonding/foreplay exercise.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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of-wrens-and-whirlwinds-blog · 5 years ago

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Snippets In Time

Commission for the great @auspiciousagape! I hope I did your characters justice! Commission info is here!

The only sounds in the library were the rustle of book pages, the scratch of a pen on paper, and the faint hum of the heating vents.

Marcus, ruler of Antartets, was hiding from his master of ceremonies under the pretext of studying the books of diplomacy he hadn’t gotten to before being crowned. In reality, he was taking notes from a book on chemistry assigned by his tutor about a year ago. He was very aware that this was not something most rulers concerned themselves with. But he was determined to learn anyway.

His ears twitched upright, and he paused writing to listen closely, tail moving in slow, uneasy lashes. No, the footsteps outside the library continued on; not someone intent on disturbing him, then. He sighed quietly, relaxed a little, and got on with his work.

It was hard to work when he was so tense, and also just hated the subject material. But this was good practice, for if he ever had to talk to a chemist and know what the hell they were going on about, or take notes of things like military reports. There were currently no reports he couldn’t leave to his generals and spymaster, and then get the gist of later, but what if something really bad did come up?

He was worrying too much about different things. He had to focus.

If Rosaline were here, she could help him study…

No.

Marcus’s grip on his pen tightened so hard the stylus creaked, and he clenched his teeth. No. He would not think of her right now. Focus on molecules, Marcus.

But then he turned a page, and saw a piece of paper, flattened by the weight of the pages. He picked it up, frowning, and turned it over to read it.

Marcus!

I hope you haven’t given up taking proper notes in this dry tome. If you want some help, there’s a book in the section for when we were kids that has really good explanations; it helped me a lot, it might help you. If you’re doing fine with the note-taking, good! I’m so proud of you, Marcus! Love, Rose

The paper was very old. Probably several years.

Marcus stared at the paper, and considered ripping it to pieces and throwing it in the trash. But… this was the first note he’d found from her in about a year. They used to leave notes in books for each other all the time. Her cruel words rang in his head—had they been cruel? The more time passed, the more uncertain he became. But he’d cut contact already, there was no going back. And even if she hadn’t meant to hurt him, she still had. Surely that counted as something he had a right to be angry about.

His lip trembled, but he bit it, hard. No, it had been for the best. He shouldn’t worry about this right now. He was fine.

He stood up, his intention being to throw the note in the trash—but instead, he found himself walking to the section of children’s learning-books, and kneeling down to look at the ones on the bottom shelf. His ears flattened as he realized that Rosaline’s note was right; there was a children’s book on chemistry. He tucked the note in his jacket and opened the book.

Again, Rosaline was correct. This was much more accessible; a bit simple, but simple was good when he needed to rest his brain. He took the book back to the desk and read it, and took notes, and compared the information to the bigger, wordier, drier book. He carefully did not dwell on this piece of Rosaline that had survived so long, just to reach forward and help him gently.

Of course, he had to stop eventually, if only because his upper body ached from being hunched over writing. He stretched carefully, yawning widely, and closed his books, setting aside his journal as he capped his pen. Time for more royal work. He grimaced, but there was really no help for it.

As he stood, the front of his jacket crinkled, reminding him that he still had Rosaline’s note. Should he throw it away? It was just making him feel guilty. But would destroying it be selfish?

Okay, yes. He missed her.

Marcus scrubbed his eyes on the back of his hand. Damn it. All this work to keep up his father’s legacy and he still had bouts of misery over an old friend. If only he could forget without resorting to highly illegal but highly effective magic.

“Marcus? You in here?”

He hastily plastered on a fake smile and turned to see his friend Jayson padding towards him, ears and tail alert. “Hello,” Marcus said with false cheer. “What brings you here?”

“Just checking on you,” Jayson replied blithely, but there was the faintest look of worry on his face. “Are you alright?”

Marcus really wished Jayson didn’t know him so well, or that he wasn’t so bad at hiding his feelings. “I’m fine, Jayson, truly. Just… tired from notes-taking.”

“Mm-hm,” Jayson replied skeptically, then came forward more to put his hand on Marcus’s arm. “Come on, the master of ceremonies was being dramatic about how he’ll die of apoplexy if you don’t show up and let him tell you his glorious plans for the next banquet.”

Marcus made a face and Jayson grinned. “I hate that fusspot,” Marcus muttered. “Can’t I just get on with ruling and someone else can do the socializing?”

“Socializing is part of ruling, you know that,” Jayson told him, and tucked his arm through Marcus’s elbow. As usual, Marcus had to swallow hard to force down the butterflies in his stomach. Jayson was very free with affectionate touch with Marcus, which usually made other people frown, but Marcus… well, he liked it. For some odd reason that he didn’t like looking too closely at.

Jayson led him out of the library, but when they reached the hall, they separated; reluctantly, Marcus thought. Then Jayson smiled and said, “Come on, let’s go make that fusspot quiet down. He’s driving everyone else up the wall too.”

“Fine,” Marcus sighed, and resigned himself to his fate as a captive of the master of ceremonies.

He only remembered the note when he was undressing for bed.

He had asked to do his own undressing—well, he’d ordered it. His footmen had been surprised, but left him to it. And therefore none of them saw the way his face crumpled and his body tensed and his ears flattened. He just… wanted to see Rosaline again. Say sorry. Ask for clarification.

But he also really didn’t want to, not just because of shame, but the lingering, burning anger that hissed in the back of his mind that he didn’t need her, he didn’t need that kind of casual insults to his own father, when said father was dead and unable to defend himself. It was wrong of her to say she was glad of his death.

Marcus wiped his eyes on his sleeve, set his chin stubbornly, and got ready for bed.

And then he tucked the note in the drawer of his nightstand, and turned on his side away from it, and pretended it wasn’t there.

Jayson was working the next day, but Marcus had a free few hours, so he slipped away from the palace and headed to the House of Healing where Jayson worked. He wouldn’t distract his friend—just watch. Jayson was a joy to watch, so calm with his patients, with that little frown when he was concentrating, his eyes gleaming just so in the sunlight that came from the multitude of windows… Marcus shook his head and kept jogging through the streets of the capital until he reached the House. Silly thoughts.

The House was quiet when he got there; many patients were sleeping, and the Healer at the desk greeted Marcus softly, with a genuine smile.

“Jayson is just finishing his rounds,” she told him. “I’ll let him know you’re here, though.”

Marcus nodded and said “Thank you!” and sat down in the waiting room. Houses of Healing were almost like hospitals, but much… softer. There was magic here, to calm patients, to soothe, to help medicines and Healing take better. And they certainly didn’t look like hospitals, or smell like them. Marcus very much preferred the gentle touch of a Healer and their noxious but effective teas, over a doctor or nurse and their injections. It wasn’t distrust of science, just preference for something that felt safer.

And he preferred Jayson’s touch and his teas over any other Healer.

Marcus kicked his feet a little and fingered the buttons of his jacket nervously. He’d come here to visit, but also to ask Jayson’s opinion. So he should probably stop lingering over memories of Jayson’s soft hands and start thinking of what to say.

It wasn’t long before Jayson ducked into the waiting room, looking around alertly; Marcus jumped up, and Jayson spotted him, and grinned. They met halfway across the space between them, and Jayson offered, “It’s a bit snoozy today, do you want to go out in the garden to talk?”

“Yeah!”

The garden was beautiful. A large expanse of wandering paths, many benches, spaces for wheelchair-users to sit in sun or shade as they preferred, and lots of beautiful flowers and trees. There were a few children racing each other and laughing; one had an oxygen mask and tank, and the others often slowed to make sure she was alright and keeping up. Marcus smiled at them, then remembered why he was here.

“Let’s sit in the shade,” Jayson suggested, his ears twitching. “I was dealing with a patient with a fever and we had to heat the room. I’m a bit over all this sunlight right now.”

“Fair enough,” Marcus replied, and they wandered to the first shady spot they could get.

Jayson sighed gratefully as he flopped down on a bench, stretching his arms along the back. Marcus sat just a little bit closer than custom dictated. There was no one to see, after all.

“I really hope that patient gets better soon,” Jayson commented, frowning worriedly. “He’s had a fever for three days, and nothing has been able to break it. We’ll have to use the more powerful magic, but he’s already delicate.”

“Why didn’t you use magic in the first place?” Marcus asked, surprised.

“Because it was in his papers that he wished for magic to be the last resort.” Jayson rubbed the side of his head, wincing. He probably had a killer headache. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, though. He was getting better, that’s why it was safe to leave him. Maybe he’s not as delicate as we feared.” Then he shook his head and smiled at Marcus. “Sorry, I know you didn’t come here to hear me complain. Is everything alright?”

Marcus shrugged. “Yes, but… well, I would like your input with a small matter.”

The smile vanished, and Jayson sat up straighter. “Marcus, you’re only that formal when something’s wrong. Are you okay?”

Marcus felt a rush of warmth that Jayson was worried, and a tightening of shame in his gut. Wordlessly, he took out some of the book-notes he’d been collecting, and held them out to Jayson. The Healer took them and read them quickly, beginning to frown. Marcus just looked at him while he did.

Jayson was handsome. That was just a fact. Marcus had heard others their age saying that his fangs were too sharp, or that his ears were too horsey, or that you could never trust a cat with a face so sly. But that was, in Marcus’s opinion, bullshit. Even just his eyes, golden as honey and gleaming in the sun, were enough to make up for any of these so-called “cons”.

And sweet. Jayson was sweet, too. Kind and gentle and cheerful. Marcus could spend hours waxing rhapsodic about Jayson.

Which was a little frightening.

Finally, Jayson looked up. “Rose,” he said, “Rosaline?”

Marcus nodded.

“How old are these?”

“A few years,” Marcus answered quietly. “I just… don’t know how to feel about them.”

Jayson’s face softened, and he put his hand gently on Marcus’s forearm. Marcus only then realized that his fists were clenched tightly.

“It’s alright to be confused,” Jayson replied. “You were friends for a while, and now you’re not. It’s normal to not know how to feel about that.”

“I’m angry, Jayson,” Marcus whispered, staring at his fists. “I’m so angry, but… I miss her, too. She was my best friend. And I drove her away.”

Jayson let go of his arm, but only to wrap his own around Marcus and pull him closer, into a firm hug. Marcus let him, feeling… safe.

“I can see that,” Jayson murmured. “It’s not every day that kind of thing happens.” He hesitated, then asked gently, “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Marcus shook his head. He was too ashamed.

“Alright.”

They sat there silently for a few minutes, watching the breeze ruffle the small pond across from them. Marcus finally relaxed, his ear pressed to Jayson’s shoulder, listening to his heartbeat. It was soothing, as was the warm arm around him, telling him he was safe and it was going to be okay. The faint scent of herbs and sweat drifted off of Jayson.

Marcus never wanted this moment to end.

And that, of course, was what made his half-closed eyes fly wide open, and stiffen his entire body. Oh. Oh no. Oh no.

“Marcus? Are you alright?”

“Fine,” he replied automatically, beginning to tremble, his face turning red. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Jayson asked, “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“I’m fine.”

Jayson shushed him softly and let go. “Alright. Okay. Do you want to go back? I can walk with you—”

“No, it’s fine.” Marcus snatched the papers and jumped to his feet, trying not to meet Jayson’s worried eyes. “I’ll walk back on my own, it’ll be okay, promise.”

Jayson stood too. “Alright. If you want to talk about it some more, I have noon free all week.”

“I’ll remember that,” Marcus replied, and scurried away.

By the time he was halfway to the palace, he’d calmed down, and decided that the best course of action was to stifle this… crush. It would go away. It had to. He’d spent too long on this friendship for a crush to add complications.

What if it was more than a crush? What if it was actually, really—

No. Marcus shook his head firmly. It was just a crush. And he would push it away.

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86-was-his-year · 6 years ago

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Burn (Wong Yukhei) Smut

Requested: No but requests are open! I think?

Warnings: smut, a dash of dom/ sub dynamics, yukhei being hot af, drinking (not underage), I couldn't find the kink name but he's fully dressed and you're not ( if anyone knows what that's called lemme know), oral (female receiving), public teasing (oh goodness me), dumbification, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, that one crying kink, and so many cute petnames cause we need that in our lives.

Summary: Yukhei notices you at the bar and he knew that he needed to have you.

A/N: this toon two months and is probably one of my longest fics I've ever written. Please excuse spelling errors cause I'm tired and too lazy to go through the whole thing again :))

I couldn't tell whether it was hot in this bar because it was the middle of July or if it was hot because he had been staring at me for most of the night. To celebrate my friend turning 21 the girls and I took her to a big club and planned for her to get wasted. We kept giving her drinks and kept ordering food to satisfy our craving as the drunken hunger began to set in.

We quickly figured out that she was a lightweight after getting drunk in only three drinks. It was the quickest I'd seen someone get drunk but it was worth it because she fed into our mood and boosted us up until the affects of the alcohol took hold of us. Five drinks in and I no longer needed her to keep me going as the drinks made my brain cloudy.

I was out on the dance floor when I noticed him staring. You know that feeling when someone is watching and all the hair on your hair decides to stand on end, kind of like the spidey sense? That's when I decided to take a look around, finding his dark peircong eyes among the crowd of dancing people. He was casually sitting down, holding an amber colored drink in one hand while the other rested on the top of his booth. He was gorgeous to say the least, dirty blonde hair that complemented his bronze complexion, white shirt, and grey pants. The whole outfit seemed to be working for him, even though it would probably look atrocious on someone else. I looked away, not wanting to be caught staring for longer than I already was.

"Hey, that guy over there keeps looking at you." One of my friends screamed in my ear. Even then it was hard to hear her over the blasting music.

"I know. What should I do?" She held out her drink for me and I took a sip, trying to get more of that liquid courage to flow through my veins.

"Go over there, talk to him. Get that dick!" She slapped my behind and danced away, probably to find our other friends. I took a deep breath and turned back to the booth only to find him gone. My heart broke as I figured I missed my chance for a hot date until two arms draped around my waist.

"Well, looky what we have here." His voice was deep and raspy, just the combination to put my belly aflame. I turned my head and found the man I was looking for.

"You're taller up close." My mouth moved before my brain and I immediately blushed, putting my hand up to my mouth. He laughed and it sounded like heaven to me. It was so genuine and beautiful that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

"I hear that a lot, believe it or not." He chuckled and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him as he swayed back and forth. Move by Taemin played through the speaker in the club and I couldn't help but love the way his hips were pushing into mine, swaying with the beat of the song.

"I bet you do, handsome stranger." I turned my face to the front to avoid him seeing how flushed it was. Although the club was dark and crowded I didn't want to look like a school girl with a crush on her teacher. I was 22 years old and I shouldn't be feeling like this anymore. Those days are over, or they were.

"Got a name, Sweatheart?" His low drawl and the pet name had me squeezing my thighs together, a spine tingling blast of heat going through my body.

"Y-Y/N. And yours?" My voice shook and I felt the rumble of a laugh in his chest. My stutter only made me sound more vulnerable than I sounded previously, causing my neck and face to burn even more.

"What a pretty name there, Sweatheart. Mines Yukhei." His hand lifted from my hip to rub my cheek tenderly, causing me to let out a slight whimper.

"Yours is p-pretty too." I leaned into his soft hand finding that his fingers were almost as long as my whole face. That was a huge turn on and I whimpered some more.

"You're so sensitive baby, what would happen if I just," he brought his hand up my crop top and under my bra, finding my nipple easily. "Rolled my fingers like this, hm? What then." I leaned back against him and arched my chest out reveling in the pleasure his soft fingers gave me. The pads of fingers pinched my nipple ever so slightly before swirling it in circles.

The pebbled skin reacted way too quickly for my liking but it seemed to please Yukhei a whole lot because he gave it one last pinch before moving to the other one, having the same effect on that one as he did the previous. He pulled my bra back down to its normal position and took his hand from under my shirt. By now I was a panting mess, not sure what do do with myself as I swayed my hips back into his as a sort of reward for the pleasure he gave me.

"Yukhei?" I put my hand on his neck and grabbed the hair by the nape of his neck, pulling slightly only to receive a moan from his lips.

"Yes, baby?" The song had changed to a new one, I could only recognise it as my number one sex song. Singularity by Kim Taehyung. His deep baritone voice began to float in the air and we swayed our hips in sync.

"Can you touch me?" I grabbed the hand on my hip and tried to lead it under my skirt, thank God I wore it today. He resisted, tapping his fingers against my hip almost as if he was impatient.

"Right here? In front of all these people? What if they see, Y/N." He had a teasing lift to his tone and I knew he was just doing it to be an ass.

"I don't care, please, Yukhei." I felt his hand ease up and he chuckled, pulling my shirt up before putting his hand under the soft fabric.

"So, if I were to bend you ever right now and fuck you, you wouldn't care? Is that right Sweetheart?" He set his handd on my stomach rubbing small circles with hus sift fingers earning a small moan from me. He was testing the waters, seeing what reaction I would give if he did this or that.

"Yes, you're right. I wouldn't care, please." My voice had a pleading tone to it and I never thought that I would have to beg for someone to touch me. Usually guys are all over me wanting to touch me, sometimes without even asking but here Yukhei was, making me beg for him to touch me.

"Well," he tilted his hand down and softly made his way into my panties, "you sound so pretty when you beg. Don't see why I should keep you waiting." He was light and soft with his touches. Making his way down to my panties he found that I was already soaked, making a damp patch that he could probably feel through the thin fabric. He pulled them to the side and began to do whatever he pleased.

He collected the wetness on his finger and slowly made his way up to my clit, circling it lightly driving me absolutely mad. When he finally put the littlest bit of pressure on it I felt myself buckle. My knees wobbled and my thighs began to shake. Never in all my life have I had a man make me shake and quiver just by touching my clit. It was almost embarrassing but I found myself enjoying the new sensation, the exhilaration of knowing that I was in public and he was going to make me cum.

"Well, baby. I think that's enough for right now." He slipped his hand out of my panties and popped then in his mouth. I began to protest at the lack of his touching but when I turned my head to see him sucking on the tips of his fingers all words fell out of my mouth in the form of a moan.

"Fuck." I laid my head against his shoulder once more and tried to steady my breathing, trying to match my erratic breaths with his calm ones. It seemed almost impossible after watching him do what he did.

"Can I take you home, baby?" Yukhei moved my hair to the side and nibbled on my earlobe. I sighed and smiled.

"Please?" He chuckled and moved away from me. Spinning me around before giving me a light peck on my lips.

"Go tell your friends that you're leaving, I'll be outside." He made his way to the bar and I went to find my friends. My thoughts ran wild as I moved through the throng of people dancing. They were all having a good time and I smiled, knowing that my friends would still be having fun even if I left.

"Hey, Y/N! How was it?" The friends in question all seemed to throw questions at me.

"Did you fuck in the bathroom?"

"Did you get his number?"

"If you don't want him can I have him?" That one was a little weird but I laughed anyway.

"I've come to tell you that has taking me home. Have fun and don't wait up for me. If I don't text you by noon tomorrow call the police!" I waved to my friends and they laughed going back to dancing and drinking.

I was honestly afraid that Yukhei had left without me when I couldn't find him at the front of the building. I was just beginning to lose hope when a motorcycle pulled up right next to the curb. They took off their helmet and Yukheis face smiled back at mine. He put his kickstand down and swung his long leg over the bikes seat.

"You looked a little worried there, Sweetheart. Thought I left you?" He chuckled and put the helmet on my head, clipping the underside for me. He also walked back to his bike and unclipped something from the back, producing a shiny leather jacket that he probably kept there for an emergency.

"Wouldn't be the first time." He helped me put the leather jack on and zipped it up to my neck, lightly grazing my chest on the way up.

"Trust me, I'm not leaving you behind. Not tonight." He flicked the plastic around the eye area shut and led me to the bike, swinging his leg back over the bikes before holding a hand out, helping me get on. It was so much harder than he made it look and the bike wobbled a bit as I sat down on it. He waited for me to get comfortable before revving the loud engine.

I clasped into his torso and held on tight, afriad that if I let go I would fall and end up dying. I felt a deep vibration in his chest and I could tell he was laughing at my fear. The rumbling had caught the attention of some bystanders who began to whistle and marvel at the bikes clear sound.

"First time on a motorcycle?" Yukhei asked before revving up the engine one more time.

"Yeah, you could say that." I had been on a bike once before but I was too young to even remember who I rode on it with. It was probably my grandpa or someone who had long since given up their motorcycle days.

"Just hold on and relax." He put up the kickstand and slowly took off, pulling out of the small curb space with ease. That's when I knew if was safe, he knew what he was doing and I just had to trust him. That's also when I felt the small vibration on my lower half. Without the protection of pants and my thin panties not doing a thing to help, I felt the low rumbles directly on my clit. Yukhei must have noticed my whining and squirming because at the next red light he turned around and flicked up the plastic cover.

"What's the matter, baby?" His voice had a teasing edge to it, almost like he knew what was going on.

"T-the bike." My voice squeaked as the vibration hit just the right place. My face becoming hot in the helmet.

"Are you going to cum on my motorcycle? Does it feel good, baby?" He looked forward before looking back once more.

"Yes." I let out a tiny moan and he chuckled.

"Hold it." His voice turned serious and held a small threat in the undertone. He flicked the helmet down and took off without another word. I grabbed onto his torso again and squeezed. The vibrations had become even stronger than before and with the bike being so loud I knew it would be okay to just let myself be as loud as I wanted. I held my head against his back and moaned, panting as the vibration from the bike traveled to my clit. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer like this and began to embrace it, rolling my hips against the smooth leather of the bike. I felt the warm knot in my stomach began to tie itself together, white hot pleasure filling my veins. Then, the bike stopped. I whined and felt him tap my hands, a signal to let me know that we were here and I had to get off.

I grabbed his shoulders and lifted my leg off the bike, getting off proving easier than getting on. I stood and waited as he swung his leg off and looked to me, taking in what a mess I was. He unclipped the helmet from my head and took in my appearance. The helmet hair rivaled what my sex hair would look like and the deep blush on my neck and face showed my desperation and want.

"My baby was just about to cum, wasn't she?" He grabbed my chin gently and made me look at him.

"No, I held it. I held it, please." I felt tears enter my eyes and he smiled.

"Good girl." He let go of my chin and took my hand instead, which was previously laying by my side unsure of what to do. For the first time since he stopped the bike I looked at my surrondings. I had never been here before but it looked familiar. One of those apartments you drive by and envy the people who live there, wishing that you could make as much money as they do. It was truly as pretty on the inside as it was in the outside. Cream colored walls paired with dark wood floors and a shiny elevator all the way at the end.

"Hello, Yukhei!" A man at the front desk said cheerfully. For it being so late he sure had a lot of energy.

"Hey, Bob. How are you tonight?" Yukhei made his way over to the desk and I found myself becoming impatient, slightly pulling in his arm trying to tell him to go.

"I'm great! Who's this lovely lady?" Bob turned to me and smiled. I returned the nice gesture and looked back down at the ground not wanting to have any other integration with him.

"This is Y/N, she's coming into my place. Speaking of, could you unlock the elevator for us?" Yukhei sounded so pleasant with this guy, you could almost say they were friends.

"Sure thing! Enjoy your night guys!" He waved us off as Yukhei pulled me away toward the elevator at the end of the hall. By now I was jumping out of my skin every little touch sending me into overdrive. So, when he grabbed my hand and took me away I nearly moaned at the skin ship. It was just us in the elevator and I could feel my stomach sink, not wanting any other company in this elevator.

"Are you alright?" His voice didn't have the usual teasing edge to it. He was asking a genuine question and that showed he cared, that I wasn't just some fuck that he wouldn't ever see again. Or at least that's what I hoped.

"I-I," taking a deep breath I calmed myself and gave him a response. " I need you so bad please. Fuck me." My thighs were already pushed together, trying to alleviate some of the tension on them but it became too little after a while. All I could think of was traveling my hands into my pants and getting myself off right now.

"Patience my pretty little girl." He came closer and cupped my cheek, forcing his thighs between my legs. I gripped onto his thigh and began to roll my hips slightly, I didn't want to do too much as I knew he would take it away so I started light. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer, just barely touching my lips but it gave me something and I whined. At this point I was jumping his thigh and we were just breathing into each other's mouths, it was more than enough though because infelt my orgasm build for the second time that night.

"Fuck, Yukhei." I gripped his shoulder in one hand and is thigh in the other, thinking that I could hold him there somehow.

"You're not going to cum are you?" He didn't take his thigh away so I assumed that he was asking me for real and I shook my head, blatantly lying to him. "Because if you are and you're lying to me I won't give you anything." He came close and whispered his threat in my ear making my hips stutter and stop.

"W-What? No, please I wanna cum so bad. Please, please!" I pushed his thigh down and closed my eyes, trying not to cry. I had no idea what I would do if he didn't let me cum tonight. I know my hand wouldn't even come close to what he could probably do to me and with that thought in mind I tried to be as good as I could.

"It's okay, baby. Don't cry." He grabbed my cheek and liked me towards him, giving me the real first kiss of the night. His lips were soft and plumb, like tiny silk pillows atop his face. I decided that I could make out with Yukhei forever, proving easy enough for me. He was soft given the gravity of the situation and my heart began picking up an unusual pattern something that should definitely not be healthy. He licked my bottom lip before biting my lip and grabbing it in his teeth, pulling away and letting it fall back into his natural place. He smiled and put his hand on my face running his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Look at you," he turned me around to face the mirror that I hadn't noticed before and I took myself in for the first time since I left the house. My hair was wild from the helmet and my face was almost as red as a bad sunburn. My lips were swollen and red against my face and my breathing was uneven. He took his place behind me and just looked at me. "What a pretty baby."

The elevator dinged but the doors didn't open and I turned to Yukhei. He smiled and took a small key out of his pocket, putting it in the slot to assure it was him before the elevator doors opened. The walls were a light grey and all the appliances were white, dark hardwood flooring covering the expanse of the house. My arousal was forgotten for a quick second as he welcomed me in to the large house. I took my shoes off at the door and hung the jacket up in a little peg near the door. The aura to the house just emitted the sense of power that he must have.

"This is your house?" I walked into the living room and looked at the beautiful red furniture that was settled around the television, which was huge by the way.

"Yep, but just wait till you see the bedroom." He grabbed my hand and it just reminded me of my touch starved nature. I felt his finger rub against my hand and I immediately slipped back into the headspace I had been in the elevator. Just something about the way he touched me had me wanting more.

The bedroom had the same theme of the living room. The color of the walls being a darker grey and the floorboards being the same as the rest of the house. But the thing that mattered most was the four poster bejd the sat in the middle of the room, a mesh material falling from the top of the bed posts. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

"It's beautiful." My voice was light and barely there, still ready for him to fuck me into next week.

"I see something more beautiful right in front of me." His comment made me blush heavily, making my face heat up once more. "Let's get these clothes off shall we?"

"Yes." I sighed and let him put his hands on my stomach rubbing them against my soft skin. He trailed his hands up my sides gripping the crop top lightly.

"Arms up for me babe." I let my arms reach for the sky and I my side's tickled as he brought fabric up and over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room. His fingers gently caressed my skin on my back grabbing the clasps of my bra pulling the together before they pulled themselves apart, falling down my arms easily. I let it fall to my feet and I kicked it away I didn't even think about covering up with him, I really just wanted him to touch me.

He brought his hands around and trailed them up my stomach to my brests. He grasped them lightly and flicked my sensitive nipple with his fingers, I arched out into his touch wanted to receive more from him. He began to push me closer to the bed wanting to continue his work over there. He spun me around and grabbed my hips before lowering himself onto his knees.

"Oh my fucking god, Yukhei." My knees buckled and he gripped my hips tighter.

"Stand up straight." His voice was strong and commanding causing me to lock my knees and look ahead. He slapped my high lightly making my eyes fly open and down to him. "Eyes on me." He grabbed my skirt and panties in one go and slowly pulled them down my legs, knuckled brushing against my smooth naked legs.

I was completely naked I'm front of him and usually I would care about covering up but as I looked in his eyes I really didn't care. He pushed against my stomach and I fell back into the bed, quickly getting on my elbows to look at him.

"What a good girl. Look at you spread out on my bed, so pretty." His praise had me reeling from a kink I didn't even know I had. He was also fully clothed and I bare, the contrast spiking my arousal heavily.

He said his hands down my thighs and to my ankles and back up again to rest at my hips. I bucked into his hands slightly and he chuckled tapping his fingers teasingly. I almost lost it when he began to kiss my calves. They began to shake as I threatened to close my legs around his head. Thankfully he held them open and made sure that they stayed that way. He nipped and planted soft kissed on my calves and thighs until he was so close to where I wanted him.

"Yukhei, p-please." I was panting by now and my thighs were shaking. I had broken out in a hot sweat long ago and I could feel my own fluids leaking down onto his soft bed covers.

"You're glistening for me sweetheart. All fucked out and I havent even done anything yet." He finally spread my lips and I moaned at the contact, my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head. I babbled and pushed my hips toward his hand, trying to get the friction that I wanted.

"Yukhei I can't-" I let out a moan as he dipped the tip of his finger into my entrance.

"Yes you can, and you will. Now, if you want me to stop at anytime say red. Do you understand?" He took the tip of his finger out and ran my wetness up to my throbbing clit.

"I understand." I nodded and let my jaw go slack confirming my understanding but also nodding at the pleasure he was giving me.

"Good girl. If you want me to slow down say yellow and I'll tone it down. Understand?" He spread my lips again and I felt another glob on wetness roll down to his sheets.

"Yes." I arched back and squeezed my eyes tight, this time he let me. He pulled me closer to the end of the bed and wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping my legs still and in place. He put his flat tongue onto me and pulled it upwards giving my whole pussy something pleasurable. I gasped and tried to pull my legs up, unable to handle the pleasure he was giving me.

"Stay still." He mumbled harshly before going back to what he was doing. Moving his head back and forth to give me some sort of stimulation, just enough for me to feel something but not enough to get me off. After waiting for so long I knew that it wouldn't take much for me to cum and I guess he knew it too because his touches were feather light and teasing.

He let the tip of his tongue move around my throbbing clit I held my breath before gasping wildly. My hands were gripping the sheets, not wanting to grip his hair in case he decided to stop because I did that si, I kept my hand at my side's and sometimes I pinched my thighs to keep myself sane. I could feel myself building up, the big crescendo before the ending of the piece and I got louder and high pitched. I couldn't hear myself but I knew that I wasn't saying anything that made sense. Right as I was about to tip over the edge he pulled his lips back and I found myself writhing around trying to get that pleasure back.

"Hold it, don't you dare cum." His voice was stern and I could feel him watching my erratic movements.

"What? Yukhei no, please don't do this to me I wanna cum so back I can't please." I shot up and tried to pull him closer. Tears leaked down my cheeks and I couldn't bring it in myself to feel embarrassed about it.

"Awe my pretty baby. You cum when I say you can. Be patient, now lay back down and just enjoy it." He pushed on my stomach once more and I followed his lead, letting the tears roll down my cheeks and the sobs leave my mouth, sounding like a child who got their candy taken away.

"Fuck." I stared up and the ceiling and I felt him rub up and down my thighs.

"Relax, Y/N." His tone was serious and he wasn't commanding or teasing. He gave me a second and I took a deep breath. I hadn't said red or yellow yet but I was greatly for the small break. Hs kissed back up my thighs easing me back into his delicious torture. He kissed my clit and I felt that lost fore reignite, after 30 minutes of wanting to cum I felt that anything too much would send me completely over the edge.

His tongue was still soft and light, not giving me much but it still felt amazing. I didn't have to work so hard to cum and I kinda felt thankful that he was holding it back from me. I was able to feel everything like how good his tongue felt on my clit, or how his strong fingers held my thighs in place when I tried to close them around his head. This continued for so long I lost count of how many times I held back from cumming.

"Do you want to cum?" Yukhei pulled away and rubbed my thighs as a distraction. I arched up and let more tears fall so close to the last one, feeling it like a ghost in the wind.

"Yes please I want to cum so bad. Please I've been so good I can't hold it anymore." I let out a sob and he shushed me gently. Kissing my thighs sweetly.

"Okay baby, okay you can cum this time." He rubbed my thighs a bit more before going back into it. His movement were more vigorous this time, licking and kissing my clit with calculated movements unlike his lazy movements that he was using previoisly.

"Can I cum, please." The knot in my stomach was tying itself up again and with the promise of cumming this time I let it all go, whining and moaning and crying all at the same time.

"You can cum sweetheart." He pulled his mouth away and went back to it even before I felt he left. I tried to toll my pussy of his lips but he was having none of it, gripping my thighs tighter whole growling into my clit. It really just helped me along and I was arching and twisting my body needing just something to get me there.

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled a warning to him and I really had no idea why.

"Go ahead. You can do it for me. Be a good girl and cum." Yukheis voice was soft and light being the exact thing I need to push myself off the edge. My eyes went into the back of my head and I arched my back my vision going bright white. I could feel my arms move around the bed, not knowing what to do with themselves. When I gained my vision back Yukhei was still licking and sucking on my clit, the sensitivity making my thighs shake and my hips buck.

"Yukhei, fuck please stop." I grabbed his hair for the first time that night, attempting to gain control of the situation. He stopped and looked up at me, a threatening look in his eyes.

"You will take one more." I took my hand from his hair and nodded, tears pricking my eyes at the sensitivity. He ate my pussy like a starved man desperate to make me cum on his tongue again. It didn't take that long and the white hot pleasure exploded in my stomach once more. My breath stopped and I rolled my hips into his mouth, riding out my second orgasm of the night. He cleaned me up and pulled away rubbing my thighs as I shook, my orgasm taking hold of me in the best way possible.

"Yukhei fuck thank you so much. Thank you, thank you." I out my hands on my thighs feeling them shake under my hands.

"Wow, she's pretty and she has manners. You're such a good girl." He stood up and both his knees cracked after bending them for so long.

"It's your turn." I smiled and sat up with a small groan. My thighs pushing together creating friction that I didn't want at the moment making my hips spasm and buck against the mattress.

"Not tonight baby. I just want to be inside of you right now." He quickly pulled on the hem oh his white shirt discarding it by throwing it across the room. There was no earthy way to describe how beautiful his toned skin was, he wasn't deck out with a 12 pack but he was a spaghetti noodle either. It was a happy medium that made me well, happy. When he pulled his pants down it made it even better his black Calvin Kleins sticking to his meaty thighs like glue. But the best part by far was the outline of his fuck that was just begging to be let out.

If I looked close enough I could see it jumping slightly, ready to be let out of his cage and touched. I watched instantly and he hooked his fingers around the thick elastic band and pulled, slightly pulling his cock with it. I almost let out a moan or maybe I did, but as soon as those boxers were off of his cock and around his ankles I felt drool pool inside my mouth. It was the most delicious looking cock I had ever seen in my life. Yeah, some guys can be packing but they always look funny but his was the whole deal.

The head was a dark and the same color as his lips, a thick vein running down the bottom and side of it. It was at least 8 inches and it tempted me to go grab a ruler from his drawers, just to see how long it actually was. He was cleanly shaven and the vein on his cock sparingly went up to his pubic area. Like I said, it was the most delicious looking cock I've ever seen.

"It's so pretty." I almost wanted to reach out and touch it, to make sure it was real that this whole thing was a real sand I wasn't about to wake up in a cold sweat with a puddle in my panties.

"It would look even prettier inside you baby." He stroked his cock and walked over to the nightstand and was about to pull the drawer open when I stopped him.

"Can you fuck me raw?" He let out a small groan and looked at me from the side of his eye. "I'm clean and I'm on birth control please, fuck me raw." I watched as he took his hand off the handle and smiled.

"I can fuck you raw but," he put his finger up and smiled at me, "I want you to ride me tonught." He climbed into the bed and leaned against the headboard spreading his legs, letting his cock stand proud and tall.

"Okay I can do that." I climbed over in his lap and he reached below me, prodding his fingers at my entrance.

"I'm gonna open you a bit, it won't hurt as much that way." He slipped two fingers into my easily and began to scissor them.

"Have you h-hurt other girls?" I said before letting out a loud moan, his long fingers reaching all the right places.

"Only a little bit. You'll be okay sweetheart." He put in a third finger and I felt the familiar stretch. The pain almost non-existent as he scissored his fingers again before curling them up hitting the certain spot that had me shuddering.

"Okay I'm ready." At this point I was just eager to have him in me.

"No, you're not. Patience pretty girl. I'm give you what you want." He took his fingers out of my pussy and rubbed my juices onto the bed sheets, not caring about how good or unhygentic he was being. He reached over to the drawer again and I was going to whine about fucking me are when he pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"Will we need that?" I said looking at the clear liquid slowly sloshing around as he fumbled with it.

"I just don't want to hurt you." He followed a generous glob on his fingers and gathered it onto his cock, groaning slightly as the pleasure he was giving himself. He wiped the rest of it on my pussy and I gasped at how cold it was. He held my hip in one hand and held his sick up with the other, making sure it was lined up properly.

As soon as I felt it on my entrance I silently thanked him for stretching me open and applying lube. He pushed in slightly and I felt like I was hit by a truck, the stretch being painful but so good at the same time. I held onto his shoulders for support and I could feel my nails digging into the skin, trying to gain some leverage over the pleasure I was feeling.

"Fuck, Y/N. Relax for me, you're so fucking tight." He gripped my hips almost tight as I was gripping his shoulders. I took a deep breath and tried to influence myself, making it easier to slip in. I could feel the heat in my belly and all I wanted was for him to fuck me to next week. I took a deep breath and slid down until my hips were flush with his.

"Oh my fucking god, Yukhei. You feel so good." I could already feel my eyes roll into the back of my head and my ears began to ring. I didn't care if I was ready or not, I began to slowly rock back and forth testing my limits. He hit all the right spots in me and I couldn't hold back the babbles and moans that fell from my lips.

"Y/N stay with me babe." He grabbed my hips and helped me rock back and forth. I opened my eyes and shuffled my knees a bit, giving myself good leverage before I slowly moved up and down his length. The small curve that his cock had curves just enough to hit that little sweet spot in me and had me moving up trying to handle the feeling of it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back down.

"Fuck." I let my head fall back and I picked up my pace, trying to reach my own high once again. The feeling of being stuffed just right had my brain going to other places, leaving my subconious white and blank. I could feel my mouth movkng but u couldn't understand what I was saying and I really didn't care. His raw cock felt so good against my fluttering walls that I couldn't think of anything, I was just caught up in the feeling.

"Look at my pretty baby, fucked stupid. I bet nobody has made you feel this ood, have they?" He moved one hand from my hip to my clit and I let out a silent scream, my throat feeling the pressure but I couldn't hear a thing.

"No, you're the only one. You're the only one." I rocked a few more times and my eyes rolled back once more, this time my vision going black the feeling of my orgasm going from my head to my toes.

"Come back to me baby. Come on, you did so good." I blinked a few times and I found my head buried in Yukheis neck. He had already pulled out of me and was rocking me back and forth softly.

"Did I just pass out?" I rubbed my head and the pain of everything set it.

"I think you did but look," he ran his hands up my thighs, "You're shaking so hard." He helped me move my legs from around him and went to the bathroom, leaving me lying there until he came back with a warm wash cloth. He cleaned me up, hitting my clit a couple times causing me to spasm and close my legs which then he pried them open and scolded me. He pulled back the covers and tucked me in, rubbing my back until I fell asleep to the sound of him lightly humming.

#wong yukhei smut #wong yukhei #lucas wong #wong xuxi #nct imagines #nct smut #nct u #nct wayv #wayv yukhei #wayv fluff #wayv scenarios #wayv smut #this took me 2 months please love me #damn im tired #im crying

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descendantofthesparrow · 6 years ago

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Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x reader - p8- park p2

(note, I have never been to Knotts soak city, so im bullshitting this)

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

key

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

clothing reference:

harry

y/n

erza

uma

---(y/n) POV---

Hell yeah! Water park day!! And a good thing too, it was 95 degrees out today. Ezra and I exited our rooms wearing shorts and sheer tops over our suits, chatting as we made our way to the lobby, bags light with only sunscreen, goggles, and wallets. The souvenir cups hanging off them. Harriet padded up behind you, having a tight swim top on and her messy black hair in a tight braid off her shoulder, her aviators covering her eyes.

Uma was just behind her, having roomed with her, wearing a teal swimsuit and gold sandals.

“Mornin” she mumbled, falling into step with you and erza, you ‘sup’ed’ back and continued on, letting uma and erza talk, you glanced at uma, noticing her clutching onto the teal seahorse erza won her yesterday. Erza winked at you, subtly pointing to the animal.

You rolled your eyes, entering the elevator and waiting for the others to board before pressing the button for the lobby and descending.

You found Harry and Gil immediately, who were talking near the entrance and seemed to be waiting for the four of you.

“yo!” you called, waving to them, harry perked up, smiling and nodding “ey, wha’ took yeh all so long?”

Uma rolled her eyes, striding up to harry and leaning into his side “sorry, you know how my hair is Harry”

“aye, just teasing”

You smiled, you loved how close the two were. Soak city was a bit of a walk from the hotel, so you all started to walk over. Harry complaining about the heat the entire time.

As soon as you entered, Gil's eyes sparkled at the multi-side by side slides, called the Bonzai falls, where it was obviously a racing game between six people, you all had keys for lockers that day, so you stashed away what you wouldn’t need at the moment and made your way to the ride's line.

Minutes later you all were laid down on a matt, it was Harriet, Erza, Uma, you, Harry, and Gil. The guy manning the ride called go and you all pushed off, racing down the bottom, you cackled as the water from Uma and Harry splashed in your face, and as yours splashed them.

Uma ended up winning the race, giggling as she placed the matt in the collecting spot and looked around for another ride, seeing on that could host up to six people, grabbing erza and Harry's arms and dragged them to it.

Uma seemed to really like the water park already.

you all yelped and screeched as the large tube-like thing tossed your around, water soaking everyone.

You shook your head around, getting the excess water out of your hair.

You saw a racing waterslide and pointed to it, exclaiming a race with erza. She gave a sharp grin and said: “you're on!”

You dashed over, a lifeguard yelling for you too slow down, as you pass a large pool, harry got an idea, he leaned down, one arm going under your legs and the other under your torso, you yelped, flailing slightly.

“harry what the-AH!’ and he tossed you into the pool, sputtering you resurfaced and glared at the laughing teen, then erza and Harriet grinned and pushed him in, making you cackle.

“Why thank you~”

Erza grinned as she grabbed your hands, helping you out of the pool. “I got you hood”

“not funny yeh two” harry grumbled as he lifted himself from the pool, shaking his head to rid his hair of the water.

“Are you kidding meh” Harriet grinned “that was hilarious!”

Uma snickered as she looked at Harry, water dripping off him heavily “you look like a drowned rat”

Harry made a pouty face at her, crossing his arms, obviously offended “Acca-Scuse meh~? I am the picture of beauty and grace how dare you!”

You cackled patting his arm “don’t worry Harry, you’re a very handsome drowned rat.”

Harry huffed, nodding, but still pouting “at least someone sees my perfection”

“Anyway!” erza interrupted, “hood you promised a race, let's go!”

You snickered, following your friend to the racing tubes. Climbing the tall stairs you looked behind you to see harry dramatically flailing onto gil, demanding to be carried.

“I can see a light”

“you're fine harry”

“mom? Is tha’ you?” “oh my god gil just pick him up to make him shut up”

“yeee”

Harry laid limp in gil’s arms, grinning as he let his head hang upsidedown. You gave a breathy laugh as you shook your head and continued up the stairs, soon reaching the top.

Harriet was staring at her brother with a bored look as gil set him down, the worker was giggling her head off, “my girlfriend does the same thing with her brother”

Harriet smirked, “dramatic siblings am I right?”

The worker nodded still giggling, letting you and erza pass and sit down in front of the water tubes

You waiting for the light to turn green, seeing erza smirking in your peripherals. One two three, GREEN! pushing forward, you speed down the dark tunnel, screaming laughter echoed as the water rushed around you.

You gasped as the darkness stopped and you landed in a pool, hearing another splash as you started to breach.

“HAHA! I WIN!” “NO WAY HOOD! YOU CHEATED SOMEHOW!”

“NUH UH, YOU KNOW I DON’T CHEAT!”

“(y/n) won!” uma called from the tower, grinning down at both of you.

“HA!” you screamed, poking erzas nose.

She snarled playfully, dunking your head under.

Uma hummed happily as she munched on a churro, bought by erza, who staring at the dark-skinned girl with a dreamy look, till you elbowed her.

“kinda lookin creepy scarlet”

“silence hood, im appreciating art.”

“Alright, appreciate art while you buy me food”

“fuckin-fine”

Standing, erza walked off, grumbling under her breath about how you were ruining her chances with the sea goddess.

Rolling your eyes you turned to uma, who raised her brow at you.

“real talk, if erza asked, would you go on a date with her?”

Uma sputtered on her churro, hitting her chest as she cleared her airways.

“um-wha-where did this come from?!”

You shrugged “just a feeling but really, would you?”

“um well” uma stuttered, her cheeks darkening “i-I think, yes? Shes-shes really pretty, and she's nice and, and spunky, and…fuck shes my type, shit, holy fuck”

You grinned, bumping her shoulder “sooo, is that a yes~” uma groaned, wrapping her arm around you and burying her face in your shoulder “fuck, yes I would go on a date with her”

“yay! Okay, so next Friday at that really good pizza place sound good?”

Uma jumped up, staring at you “hold up wh-“

You stood, grinning as erza came trotting back up, a grumpy look on her face. “perfect, maybe now erza can stop whimpering about you like a kicked puppy!”

“wait wha-!?”

“bye~”

“(y/n) wait staap!!”

“guess who got you a date~” erza blinked at you as you skipped up, taking the chicken fingers and fries she had gotten you.

“what?” “you and uma, Romanos pizzeria next Friday, at 5”

“WHAT?!” erza screamed, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you “AND SHE-YOU-WHAT?” “Okay, 1. Let go of me, 2. I asked uma if she would go on a date with you if you asked and she said yes so next Friday at 5!”

Erzas jaw dropped as you turned and walked away from her, happily munching on your food.

“thank me later~”

Erza stared as you plopped next to harry, sharing your food with him.

Glancing to uma, she blushed as she made eyes with the teal haired teen. They both hurried to look away, god, erza was so doomed.

harry stared as his sister and gil pushed him toward a drop slide, was he shaking? he was shaking. as he glanced at his hands, which were trembling in fear.

“no nope nah no no nada gonna happen”

Harriet groaned, walking in front of him and grabbing his hands “come on! it'll be fun!”

“dropping straight down as im plummeting like 50ft down? nah im good”

harry tried to escape, but gill lifted him over his shoulder.

“come on! its the last one and you promised dude!”

“well dude” Harry called back, “I take it back, im not going!”

Harry locked eyes with you, and you gave a sympathetic smile, shrugging.

“(y/n), my love, beauty, my savior, help me”

you laughed “im sorry harry, but I don't think I can help you here”

Harry groaned, holding his arms out to you “please! Save me!”

you laughed once more, reaching out and intertwining your hand with his, grinning comfortingly “you'll be fine harry, they so safety checks almost every day, and positive that no one has died”

harry sniffed, still not convinced, but as you held onto his hand, he felt better.

“do you want me to hold your hand?”

Harry paused, before giving a shy nod.

You held in a laugh, as gil set harry down and you held tightly onto his hand.

You watched as uma and Harriet entered the tubes, grinning nervously as they waited, then SHOOM they disappeared, harry jumping as they did, gripping your hand tightly.

“uh lass, do I-“

“you promised dude” gil called as he entered alongside erza

“les do dis!” erza cackled, crossing her arms and legs.

“three two one, launch!”

You heard erza and gil scream from the adrenaline as they exited the tubes, yelling positives for harry.

“harry im the biggest scaredy-cat when it comes to this stuff, you can do it!”

“come on dude you can do it!”

As the worker guided you into the launch tubes, harry backtracked, his face pale as he turned to you

“I don’t wanna do it!”

“it's okay, you're fine” you cooed, letting him grip your hand once more, not caring for how tight it was becoming. Harry shook his head

“i-I don’t, I don’t!”

Harry begun to hyperventilate, you pulled him close, letting his arms wrap tightly around you.

“you can, you got this harry its not gonna be that bad, if its any consolation, im terrified”

Harry sniffed, releasing you, breaths even, shaking his arms and head to sike himself up “uh. Yeah, yeah I got this, I got this”

You smiled, patting his arm, waiting for him to completely be closed in before stepping into yours.

A heartbeat startled you as you entered the pod, “Jeez that scared me” leaning on the slide part, you crossed your arms and legs, preparing to drop.

“prepare to launch in three, two one!”

Down!

You screamed as you went, holy fuck this was amazingly terrifying!

As you emerged you heard gil laugh, congratulating harry.

“you did it! You conquered your fear!”

You grinned, standing and making your way over, seeing uma and gil with their arms wrapping around harry as he laughed his nerves off.

“yeah, and im never doing that again!”

You cackled as you rejoined the group, leaning into erza as you did.

“That was fun, but I agree with Harry, one and done!”

Harry gave a soft smile as you arrived.

“Thank yeh for helping meh (y/n), really”

“I got chu, I won't let my friend just sit in their fear.”

Harriet bumped your shoulder.

“well, im pooped, can we go chill at the hotel now?”

You saw uma and erza sag in relief “yes!” erza cried, slumping into you “im so exhausted!”

“Alright alright” you snickered “let's get our stuff and go”

Uma dived for her sea horse, holding it tightly to her chest as you unlocked the locker with your stuff in it. Erza blushing as she did so.

You gave a pointed look to erza, and she groaned and nodded “yeah yeah”

You hummed, giving a cheeky smile.

Looking behind you as you exited, you saw Harriet and harry pull out their phones and the pokemon go music play from them.

“shit there's a Pikachu”

“yeah yeah, Meowth right there”

You snorted, dorks.

Entering your room, you flopped on your bed, letting erza take the first shower. You felt sleep drift over you as you laid there, and you let your body fall to its call.

The shower could wait in the morning.

--end of part 8 (god sorry that took so long!)--

Comment or message me for part 9

#descendants #Descendents #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #daughter of the honorable thief #daughter of robin hood

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queeniewriteshockey · 6 years ago

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Sidelined ||Nolan +Reader

Author Note: I received several requests for a medical profession examining Nolan after an injury. This trope is apparently popular. I also added a little nervous Nolan which was also a request of mine. This combines 3 or 4 prompts in one.

Word Count: 3519 All errors are mine.

The space between the benches and the locker room were always so crowded, but it was often where you spent your time during games. You had yet to really be needed during a game, you were just one of the many trainers on the team. You were a baby by everyone else's standards. A junior trainer in training, really. So, for the most part, you waited in the wings, watching the games, learning the ins and outs of the way the players moved and understanding how the pads both helped and contributed to the strain on them.

You didn't mind, though. The game was fast paced and interesting. It made the time go by pretty quickly. Sports medicine had always been a passion of your but, truthfully, Hockey hadn't been where you'd expected to land. Soccer was your own personal preference when it came to games to play, but when it came time for your internship, it just wasn't available. Hockey was not a game for the faint of heart, though and you figured, what the hell. You could do that.

So far, you'd only really watched as the other trainers attended to some of the injuries the team had sustained. You were who came in after the injuries were assessed. When the downtime was over and the body needed to be reminded of how to work. You were the last line before the boys got back out on the ice. You weren't really needed when it came to game time, but you were there anyway. The main trainer demanded it of you.

Again you didn't mind. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy the sport or the players on the team. Some of them were beyond frustrating and a little on the dumb side, but there were others you were rather fond of. They'd warned you not to get attached to the players in class, sports teams had a nasty habit of trading players on a whim. More than that, they also warned you about keeping things professional. There was an entire class based solely around maintaining your professional behavior. You made it a point to avoid a few of the eyes on the team for that very reason.

One, in particular, was a *problem* but for the most part, you were able to skirt around his eyes. It was hard, though. You could feel his stare on the back of your neck when you were working with a few of the other guys. Particularly when you worked on Travis' hip. The tall brunet seemed to always be there, brooding in the corner, watching silently. You ignored it, as best you could, knowing that even if he wasn't technically supposed to be there, he wasn't going to be going anywhere.

He'd speak from time to time when Travis would ask him a question, but you did your best to ignore the sound of his voice and focus instead on the way Travis' hip shifted and the strength of his muscles when you pushed on them, trying to gauge where the pain was. You weren't a chiropractor, but you could still help to ease the pain. They always seemed to want to talk when your eyes were closed and you were trying to focus on what you were doing. Nolan's voice made it hard to do and you were pretty sure Travis knew that. If the dangerous smirk from the man under your fingers was anything to go by the last time they'd been at it. He knew exactly what he was doing. If the massage you'd given him was a little harder than normal, well, served him right.

Standing between the players' bench and the locker room was always such a high energy experience, but you mostly kept your focus on the players on the ice rather than the people walking by. The people walking by were inconsequential to your job and your paycheck. It was the ones on the ice that mattered.

Naturally, every hit the players took got your attention. Each one was potentially a reason you would need to be called into action. You had expected this game to be no different than all the others. It would yield nothing more than a few bumps and bruises and you would be on your way home the second it ended. You were really hoping that was how the night would go. You were exhausted. But the moment the knees collided on the ice and Patrick spun out on the ice, you knew your night wasn't going to go as smoothly as you had hoped.

The rest of the game was just as eventful and similarly just as violent. It seemed, from at least where you were sitting, it came more from the Philidelphia side of things, though, so at least you weren't racking up the body count. You forced yourself to ignore the hit Patrick delivered to the Pen and only examined it on a professional level rather than any level that told you that it was beautiful and fucking hot. You were a professional and had clearly been hanging around the world of Hockey too long if that was where your mind had gone. Though possibly it was just who delivered it. You ignored that, too.

The entire game flowed with chaos, as was common for the sport, but even you were on the edge of your seat during overtime. Even you couldn't help but cheer when the captain of the team stole the show and won it. Even you cheered for the team as they proved why counting them out was never a good idea.

Your smile was genuine as they filed passed you, heading into the locker room and the stands emptied out. A nudge to your shoulder shook you from your thoughts as the went past. Your head turned in the direction of the nudge, but you expected it to be one of the trainers.

"Sit tight," he said, voice loud over the cheers. "I want you to take a look at Patrick's knee. Make sure everything is moving alright."

You nodded silently and followed the rest of the people down the hallway. You had expected as much from what you'd seen on the ice. You'd likely have a look at the shoulder as well after that hit he delivered.

You just had to wait for the lockers to clear out and for him to come to you. The little area behind the lockers, set up specifically for the medical teams was stocked full of everything you could possibly need and probably things you would never need. It helped that the stadium you were at typically catered to another violent, though less so, sport.

The room smelled strongly of antiseptic as you set to work cleaning and disinfecting the work area. It had probably already been done, but you hadn't been the one to do it and therefore was unwilling to trust anyone else with the task. Not when it was your patient on the table. You didn't hear him walk in, too engrossed in your work to notice the soft pad of his sneaker covered feet.

"Where do you want me?" His voice said, breaking your focus on what you were doing and making you jump. He leaned against the side of the wall, a picture of relaxation when honestly he was anything but relaxed. He was keyed up from the game, his knee pulsed slightly and he felt like he was floating a little now that he was in trainers and not skates.

A gasp fell from your lips while your heart rate picked up. You spun on the spot, turning to see him and in your hast dropped the wipes you had been using to clean the bench he would be laying on. The smirk on his lips was enough to make you want to throw something at him. "It's not nice to sneak up on someone," you reprimanded. Your voice was hauty but it also lacked true heat. You were still trying to get the heartbeat back to a regular rhythm

"Sorry," came the gruff reply. "I'll make more noise next time." He wasn't a small man, most people heard him coming, but he'd been favoring the knee as he walked so perhaps that was why you hadn't heard him. He'd do his best to make noise as he had said, next time. Even if he kind of had enjoyed startling you. The gasp was cute.

You waved away the apology, knowing full well he wasn't sorry in the least. The smirk was still on his lips and he hadn't made to move anymore since coming into the room. He was still leaned against the door jam, arms crossed over his broad chest, waiting for instruction.

"Perhaps a bell around your neck," you joked. You dipped down to pick up what you'd dropped. Before you even realized it, before you even stood back up, he was standing in front of you. Again you hadn't heard him move.

The padded floor muffled his shoes as he walked. He'd decided that the doorway was likely not where you would be conducting the exam and it was in both of your best interests that he moved into the room. "Not my kink," he said smoothly, "but I'll try anything once. If that's what you're into." The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them and internally he kicked himself for it. He could hear TK cracking up. He should apologize, but the words died on his tongue when he caught sight of your blush.

You glanced up, face heating at his words. On your knees, collecting the dropped wipes you got a better picture of just how tall he really was. You swallowed hard before forcing yourself to stand. You were far too close to him for your liking when you finally stood and decided distance is your best friend as you take a few steps backward.

"Um," you said unsure if you should even respond to his quip or just move past it and get into work mode. He's already thrown you completely off your game. You were agitated and warm from the blush, even the crispness of the air wasn't enough to simmer that down. "Can you just...Lay down on the bench? I'll check you out and you can go."

His eyebrow raised at your words and a chuckle threatened to escape. "I thought I was the one checking you out," he quipped again. Possibly he needed to stop talking altogether. He wasn't making this any easier for either of you, but the chatter in his head was too loud and drowned out the logical parts.

The blush to your cheeks darkened and you sighed softly. Is that what he was doing? It felt more like he was tormenting you. You'd honestly figured that Travis had told Nolan about your very obvious little crush that wasn't a crush and he was just having fun at your expense. "Mr. Patrick," you said firmly, "please, just-"

He could have sworn his whole body spasmed at being called Mister. "Please don't call me that. Mr. Patrick is my father," he said firmly as he slid onto the bench, "It's Nolan." He was not his father, he wasn't even legal to drink in the country he was currently calling home. He was not a Mister.

"Nolan," you said with a nod. It wasn't the first time you'd said his name, but it still felt different to say, now that, in a professional setting, you had permission not to be so formal.

It was a relief the moment he laid down on the bench. "Thank you," you told him as you moved closer to get a look at the right knee.

He nodded once, though unsure as to why you were thanking him. His arms slipped behind his head fingers threading together while he cradled his head off the leather table. "Sure thing."

There was a little bruising around the edge of his leg, where the pads had rested but that wasn't anything you were worried about. Your fingers pressed gently into the flesh of his knee while your eyes watched his face. You wanted to see if there was a reaction - pain or anything similar - while you felt around the skin. His eyes didn't leave yours while you worked and you fell a little thrill run up your spine. His face gave no indication of pain, but there was something behind those blue eyes that had you captivated.

"Does it hurt?" You asked, finally breaking eye contact and silence.

"Not really," he told you. There was pressure where you pushed, soreness even, but actual pain wasn't something he felt. It was hard to focus on that, though. He was too focused on you and watching you.

That's what you wanted to hear, really. "What about now?" You reached back, left arm wrapping around his calf while your right arm pressed into his thigh and you lifted and bent his leg.

He shook his head before he closed his eyes. Not looking at you was in his best interest if he was going to give you correct answers.

He let you bend and twist and poke and prod. The moment his eyes were closed the tension in your shoulders slipped. His stare was a weighty one, heavy in more ways than you wanted to admit. You refused to let yourself examine why, though.

You took a moment while his eyes were closed to admire his face, but you forced yourself to get back to work before he could notice. "Does any of this hurt?" You asked while you worked. There were times when focusing on anything other than him was difficult.

It was the first time you'd had to work with him, so you were new to the way his body moved with your touch. It hadn't been something you'd wanted to learn. You were a professional and he was your patient. Only, sometimes, when you were free to consider things and contemplate what your life would be like if you weren't a trainer for this particular team, you would have considered asking the man under you out.

Your mind betrayed you as you worked, memorizing the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. It held onto the scent of his skin after the showers, the way the smell of the ice clung to his damp skin and the way his body wash and shampoo scented the air. He smelled exactly the opposite of what one would expect a hockey player to smell like, but perhaps that was because he had been kind enough to shower first.

Travis was never so nice when you had to deal with him. The next time you had to handle him, you'd demand he change that. Nolan had set the bar high and it was time for Travis to jump to reach it.

"I think you're good," you told him after a while. He still hadn't opened his eyes and part of you wondered if he's simply fallen asleep on the table. It wouldn't have been the first time that had happened. Add to that the fact that he'd just spend a combined total of an hour skating around on the ice at speeds people only dreamed of, exerting himself to the max, you wouldn't have blamed him either.

Nolan's mind slid back into consciousness with a bump, your voice triggering him to return to consciousness. He hadn't been asleep, not truly, but he had been close. Your hands had felt amazing on his skin and his tired muscles.

"Funny," he said, voice thick with what could only be classified as sleep, "I was just thinking that about you." His mind was still foggy from the near sleep, he hadn't been in control of his thoughts or his words.

You let go of him, though gently and stepped back from him as you release a sigh. "Is it your goal to make my job difficult?" You asked, "because if it is, it was working."

He'd been in the process of climbing to consciousness by way of getting upright when he was startled into moving quicker than he would have liked. His head spun with the change and his hand pressed to his temple as the world shifted in his view. All the blood rushed from his head and pooled in his cheeks. It didn't stop the dizzy feeling that threatened to send him back to the mat. "No, that's not..." He fumbled for words, unsure what he was going to say even as he spoke.

He wasn't focused, tired from the game. Lose from the massage and flustered from who it was that had given it to him. His fingers ran through his hair and tucked it behind his ear before he jumped off the bench, knees absorbing the shock of the impact. He was so glad his knee hadn't been hurt in the collision on the ice.

He was fine, you felt sure in your diagnosis.

"I was just... Teeks told me..." TK told him what? To make an idiot of himself? Nolan was pretty sure that was exactly what he'd told him not to do. His hands were back in his hair and his eyes flicked to the door. The desire to just leave was a strong one, but he was already knee deep in whatever it was he had done.

If your embarrassment and temper hadn't been in danger of getting the better of you, you might have thought he looked cute in how awkward and nervous he'd suddenly gotten. "What did Travis tell you?" You were going to kill yourself a hockey player, but how many remained to be seen. One for sure.

Blue eyes when wide at your words and for a moment he had visions of TK killing him for throwing him to the wolves. "Nothing! He didn't tell me anything. He just thought, maybe, you'd say yes if I asked you out." There was a lot more than he'd said, but Nolan wasn't going to reveal any of that. He liked living.

"Is that what you were trying to do?" You asked confused. Honestly, you thought he was just trying to stress you out and make you uncomfortable. It didn't really seem like his way of doing things if you were being honest, but it was late and you were tired. Add to the fact that you'd spend the better part of a few months avoiding the guy... Your mind had run away with you.

"Not very well, apparently," he laughed. "If I tried again, would you say yes?" He was so hopeful.

You laughed as well. At least the guy was self-deprecating enough to understand that he hadn't gotten off on the right foot. "I don't know," you told him, head tilting to the side to watch him. "Why don't you actually ask me?" If he actually did ask, the answer was an easy one, but after everything he'd done to make you uncomfortable, you weren't letting him off the hook that easily. He deserved to stand there, nervous and awkward, balancing from one foot to the other as the words form in his mind and flowed to his mouth.

"Do you wanna grab a bite to eat with me? Like... Now to some other time?" He was tired and starving and all he wanted was food and his bed, but he also wanted company and you were there and beautiful and he'd finally managed to actually ask you out. He didn't want to make you more uncomfortable by requiring that it be that very minute.

It was kind of cute the way he hesitated and stumbled over his words. You had seen him be so confident on the ice, but off the ice, he was a different creature. You liked this guy a little more than you liked the one on the ice. "Just let me get this place cleaned up and we can go, okay?" You didn't give him a yes or no. Gave him no reason to back out. You also gave yourself no ability to second guess your choice. If you had postponed and chosen to do it some other time, you would have backed out. You knew that about yourself.

The professional classes and the oath you had taken would have eaten away at your mind and you would have ghosted on the whole thing.

The smile you got in return for your answer was blinding. It could have knocked you over with how bright and happy it was. "That's perfect. I'll grab my stuff and meet you back here." The weight that had settled on his shoulders was all but gone. Now he had to focus on impressing you.

You nodded as he left and moved to clean up the room you'd been using. Maybe you weren't going to kill Travis. He still deserved a light maiming, but actually killing him? You'd spare him... for now.

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #nhl imagine

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shauds-archived · 6 years ago

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Can we get more Jay Eddie please???

Okay, so there was no word with this one, so I didn't know if it was a table request, or just a general " Will there be more of Jason and Eddie" thing. Just waited till I had something to post with it anyway.

Another add on to " Do Not Engage" Just Jay and Eddie hanging around and catching up, :).

They went for pancakes - smothered in syrup and cream - caught up a little - incredibly awkward with how little either of them were really willing to talk about - and there was no more physical violence involved which was more than could be said of most social interactions Jason tried to engage in. Not that he'd really expected much more violence on Eddie's end, Jason had been more concerned about himself with that, maybe with Spoiler, maybe any of the other costume run-around about Gotham wondering where she and Kid Devil had gone.

"Be back soon," Eddie said when it was over, with a grin that's cheeriness wasn't offset by either fangs it revealed, or the way it literally lit up his face in the alley behind the diner.

"Just go make sure they don't think I mugged you." Jason kept his tone casual was he waved them off.

"Technically, couldn't we kinda say we mugged you?" Spoiler said, pulling her face mask down now she'd finally finished clearing away the copious amounts of syrup she'd gotten on the fabric. "Attacked you in the Bowery and took your money?" She cocked her head at them.

"Don't you dare."Jason warned, but couldn't find the heat to put behind it.

She chuckled and patted his cheek. "See you 'round McHostage."

That was exactly the story she was going to tell, he knew it, and Eddie wasn't going to refute it.

"I'm not buying you pancakes again." Jason yelled at the fiery... portal? Eddie had opened.

She waved again, her hand slipping away the last of them he saw, and then they were gone. The alley was quiet, cold as Gotham always was on the cusp of another storm. Soon the background noise - cars, sirens, chatter and shouts - rushed in to fill the silence they'd left. It'd been nice while it lasted. Jason tugged up the collar of his jacket against the wind, tucked his hands into his pockets, and started on his way to his nearest heated safehouse.

He got to the end of the alleyway when the ring of fire appeared in front of him again and Eddie came stumbling out. Literally stumbling, he took one step and fell over.

"Gopher!" Jason caught him before he could hit the wet, grimy asphalt. "What the hell?"

"No one calls me tha' 'nymore." He slurred and looked up at Jason with half-lidded eyes, then turned away with and let Jason pull him back to his feet.

"What happened?" Jason asked, circling Eddie, looking him over for injuries.

"Said I'd be back soon." Eddie said, running his forearm over his eyes. "Stop that." He batted Jason's prodding hands away from his head. No obvious signs of concussion, but... "Just been teleporting all day." He planted a hand on his hip and gave Jason a thumbs up. "All good now."

"You sure?" Jason didn't move to far from Eddie, kept his arms out, ready to catch him again juts in case.

"They're my powers, Jayce, I know how to handle them." Eddie jabbed the thumb at his own chest. "So what're we..." He took a step out of the alley and tipped over.

Jason sighed deeply and thanked his paranoia that he hadn't been able to keep from wearing the heat resistant padding under his t-shirt.

000

"I swear you used to be smarter." Jason shook his head and kicked the fridge closed, then slid the glass of orange juice across the island to Eddie.

"Wasn't sure I'd find you again." Eddie took a big gulp of juice, and then a bite of toast

Jason ignored the sting he felt a at that, folded his arms and leaned against the counter where he would keep a close eye on Eddie. "I meant that recruitment drive bullshit." He'd seen some pretty messed up side effects of exhaustion over the years, some particularly nasty one from metas, it didn't hurt to be cautious. "You know what that sounds like, right?"

Eddie sank down a little on the on the chair Jason'd pulled over from the the living room. "It's not like that, a lot of kids need the Titans, and we're really short on members right now, so..."

If it were kids that needed the Titans, the Titans wouldn't need recruitment drives. It wouldn't have a higher turnover rate then the damn Justice League. Jason pressed a hand over the bridge of his nose and held back a sigh. This was an argument he'd had many times, one he'd never won, getting into a screaming match wasn't going to help anything. Eddie had survived getting his torn open, h could teleport, he'd be fine. Jason scooped up the empty glass and brought it back to the fridge for a refill.

"Not like anyone was was interested." Eddie shrugged and accepted the glass, brought it to his lips along with the toast, then stopped halfway through the motion. "Or... Hey, your technically still a Teen, right?"

Jason couldn't stop the laughter that broke out from his chest at that, at the very idea that he would ever so much as consider that, so much as be considered, ever. "Not a chance in this or any universe, K.D."

"Was worth a shot."

Eddie said, turning his nose up at Jason. He he popped the last piece of toast into his mouth. "And it's actually Red Devil now."

"Well, no one's ever accused you of being a coward." Jason took the plate to rinse the crumbs off it and heard the scraping of Eddie pushing his chair back from the ground. "And is R.D gonna pass out on me again?"

Eddie's chuckle was nervous. "Nah, R.D's good, just needed a boost. Man this is weird."

"Nah, I get attacked by demons every other night."

"I can't even tell of you're joking." Eddie said and hopped up to sit on the counter. "Guess it's not that weird anymore, but still, I just never thought, you were, you know."

"Yeah." Jason dried the plate and stacked it with the others. "I know." Jason wouldn't have believed it himself if someone had told him at fifteen that this was what he'd be. "I woulda told you, if I'd thought..." Jason pressed a hand against his eyes and huffed.

"M'not mad about that anymore." Eddie was swinging his legs, looking out the window at the stormy city. He was like something out of a B grade horror movie, just like he'd wanted when he'd been a kid, and he was still the most like what Jason remembered out of all of them. "Well I am, I guess, but not really at you."

"Thanks." Jason ducked his head and stepped around the island for the doorway. "So, we haven't tried to beat the crap out of each other yet, and I have no idea what we do now"

There was a thump of Eddie's feet hitting the floor and he was following after Jason. "I wanted to watch Ballistic: Ecks vs. Server the other night, and Amy kind of looked like she wanted to beat the crap out of me for it."

"You hate that movie."

"How do you remember that?"

"Hard to forget when you practically wrote me an essay on it."

000

Four odd years would be a long time for anyone. For people who lived like Jason and Eddie, who'd changed as much as they had in that time, it was pretty much an eternity. So much had happened, more than either could have guessed at and a lot that neither of them easily understood. So they talked.

They talked about Dan and Aunt Marla and the multiverse and the Titans. More about Eddie than about Jason, because whenever conversation turned to the older of the two, he'd find a way to steer it back around.

The movie played in the background, both of them paying more attention to each other and the bowl of popcorn between them than the screen. Eddie joked about how between the pancakes, the toast and now the popcorn, it seemed Jason was incapable of conversation that wasn't over food. Jason flipped him off and shoved a hand of popcorn in his mouth in lieu of a reply. Eddie brought up the swear jar he and Rose had made use of at the tower, when she'd still been there.

When the movie was over, they swapped it out for something equally bad and put it just loud enough to block out the sounds of the storm that made Gotham at daytime dark as twilight. And then they talked about Twilight and Eddie felt terrible about subjecting Jason to the horror.

"Can't believe you found the vampire hunter world and it's the old-timey one you wanted to stay in." By that point, Eddie was only half on the couch, having slid down lower and lower to the ground over the course of the night h had to look past his shoulder to see Jason. Or maybe not, it actually did sound a lot like 'Extra Credit History Assignments For Fun Jason.'

"Yeah." Jason had chuckled, only half awake himself and curled up in two thirds of the couch, Eddie suspected it had been a while since he'd slept at all. "Kyle got infected there." He linked his fingers and stretched his hands up and over his head. Eddie rolled his eyes and dragged the bowl of cold, and now too salty popcorn off the couch and onto his lap. " But can hunt vampire's here."

Eddie hummed in agreement and massaged his tired eyes, turned them lazily to the screen where a bunch off teenagers were shrieking very unconvincingly about a witch. "You wanna hunt a vampire?" Eddie slid still further off the couch, and this time Jason's legs uncurled a little to claim the space Eddie had vacated.

"No m'sleeping." Jason yawned and buried his face in the armrest, he looked a lot more comfortable than Eddie, who gave in and let himself fall the rest of the way to the ground. The carpet was soft too, well soft enough, Eddie didn't have the energy to get up and reclaim couch space. "Do it with the Titans."

"Titans don't hunt things." Eddie yawned too, great, he'd caught it from Jason and now he was going to fall asleep too. "We just kind of..." He flopped a hand in circles as the yawn winded down, "Get attacked by supervillains 'n stuff."

"So heroic." Jason scoffed, then he shifted so he was laying on his back, eyes on the ceiling, abruptly tense and nowhere near as comfortable as he'd been a moment ago. "Speaking of, you gonna be heading back soon?"

"No, I don't..." Eddie turned around, so he was kneeling, facing the couch and Jason. "I can hang a little longer."

"Ah." Jason nodded once, scrubbed a hand over his face before folding both arms behind his head and closing his eyes.

"Unless." Eddie bit down on his bottom lip, shifted his gaze quickly to the door and back, something heavy and cold settling on his shoulders. Jason hadn't expected Eddie to be back right after dropping Spoiler back at the tower, he knew that, and then, Eddie had been here for hours already, he knew he could be a little inept at telling when he'd worn out his welcome. "Did you want me to leave you alone?"

"No." Jason said, a deep line having appeared between his eyes and his lips set in a frown. "I wouldn't want you to go." He rolled his shoulders, a nervous gesture that didn't fit him "Just figured, you had thing's to do, n you'd wanna get back 'fore they knew you were..." He motioned at himself and then around at the apartment. "Y'know."

"I don't." Eddie tucked some strands of hair behind his ear and shifted away from the couch to keep the sudden spike in his body temperature from burning it up. "And I know you don't really thing I'd ditch you for such a dumb reason." He fixed his eyes on Jason and tried to smile, he was good at that. "I swear you used to be smarter."

Jason finally looked at Eddie, blinked owlishly at him with eyes so wide, Eddie might have thought it was funny if it hadn't made him turn every bit of the carpet he was touching to charcoal. Then Jason snorted and shook his head as he rolled off the couch. "I gotta fire-proof this apartment sometime."

"Yeah, that's a really, really good idea." Eddie winced and shifted away from the carpet he'd destroyed.

"Ima grab the fire-extinguisher, you get another movie going." Jason was gone from the room minutes after the sounds of him rifling through the kitchen came to an end.

The room was too dark to be sure, but when he came back in, Jason's eyes were suspiciously red. When he didn't bring it up, Eddie let himself pretend it was because his friend was short a couple hours too many of sleep.

They didn't do much more talking that night, but that was fine, there'd be plenty more time for catching up on others.

#Jason Todd #Eddie Bloomberg #fanfiction #asks #anon #mine

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kairi-chan · 7 years ago

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"I need a place to stay"? borusara?

Due to all the stress and anxiety (the crazy weather just added to it), I’m currently having a sick day. Here’s some BoruSara to lift my and your spirits.

BoruSara are around 20 here.

Title: A Place to Stay

The rainy season had come in Konoha. The sky was gray, the air was cool, and the rain pelted down heavily. No one dared to go outdoors, lest they wanted to catch the cold that was flying around.

Sarada was surprised to open her door to a drenched Boruto. There was a duffel bag hiding under his cape. His clothes stuck to his skin, and his hair was sticking to his forehead and ears. He was slightly shaking.

“What happened to you?” Sarada asked.

Boruto averted his gaze, and pouted, “I got into a fight with my dad.”

Sarada crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. “That doesn’t explain why you’re wet and at my front door.”

Boruto’s pout deepened. “He kicked me out. And I–I need”

“A place to stay?” she continued with a smirk on her face.

“Tch.” He grimaced. “If you’re going to be a little shit about this then–”

He was interrupted when Sarada had pulled him inside her apartment. Once he recovered his footing, he watched her disappear into the hall.

“Don’t you dare get my carpet wet!” she called from the bathroom.

Boruto stood up straight, and made himself as small as possible. His cape was dripping all over her floor. She came back and handed him two fluffy white towels and a small plastic basket meant for laundry.

“Dry yourself up and put your clothes here. I’ll toss it in with my laundry.”

Boruto padded to her bathroom. He peeled his clothes off, and stepped into her shower. He was’t surprised that Sarada had let him into her new apartment. He knew she wouldn’t turn him away when he was in trouble. But he did expected a little more teasing. A smile found itself on his lips. He was thankful he had her in his life.

After his shower, he pulled out a clean shirt and a pair of joggers from his duffel bag. After he put it on, he collected his wet clothes into the basket and headed out.

He handed the basket over to Sarada.

“I made hot chocolate,” she smiled. “They’re on the centertable at the living room.”

He grinned and nodded. Boruto made his way to the living room and plopped down on the couch. There were two mugs. He picked up the one closest to him and took a sip. The rich liquid poured down into his throat, sending a warm, comforting trickle down to his belly. He sighed. Boruto leaned back and looked at the other side of the couch. There was a book sitting on the table, and a fuzzy throw blanket.

Sarada approached him and sat on the other side of the couch.

“Were you having another night in by yourself?” Boruto snickered.

“Of course not. I was having wild sex just a few minutes before you got here,” she replied passively.

Boruto nearly dropped his mug.

Sarada brought the drink to her lips and smiled at him sweetly before she took a sip. The heat slightly fogged the bottom of her glasses.

“Tha-that’s not funny, Sarada,” he replied glumly.

She feigned surprised, and batted her eyelashes at him innocently, implying that she had done nothing wrong. He stared at her with a disbelieving pout.

She laughed. “Why are you so affected, anyway?” She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and folded her legs in front of her chest.

Boruto suddenly looked away. “I am not. I don’t care what you do in your free time,” he replied.

Sarada raised her brow. “Sure you don’t.” She had a teasing smile on her face, content knowing that she had won this round.

They sat in comfortable silence, finishing their hot chocolate. Once Sarada finished, she looked over to Boruto.

He in turn placed his mug back on the centertable and looked at her, too. “What?”

“Was it that bad?” she asked.

Boruto looked at the empty mug on the table and nodded grimly. “I really fucked up.”

Sarada snickered, “you always do.”

His brows furrowed and his frown deepened. “You’re not helping.”

“Will this help?”

Confused, he brought his gaze back up to her face. A light pink stained his cheeks. Sarada held her arms open, both hands holding on to the blanket. She looked like some superhero extending their cape.

“I’ll give you a hug,” she said. “Not that I want to.” A soft smile was on her face.

Slowly, a face splitting grin spread on Boruto’s face. He felt all of his worries wash away, and his heart soared with comfort and gratitude. Sarada Uchiha was truly something special.

He pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly. “Thanks, four-eyes. You’re the best.”

She smiled and made herself comfortable in his arms.

They stayed in each other’s arms, finding comfort in each other’s presence. It was in that moment that Boruto knew he had found the right place to stay.

fin.

A/N: Have some fluffly goodness. God knows I need some comfort in my life right now, too.

Thank you for sending in your prompts, guys! I’m glad you guys like my work. :)

#borusara #boruto and sarada #sarada and boruto #sarada #sarada uchiha #fanficiton #boruto #boruto uzumaki #borusara fic

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kaylamoonbeam · 7 years ago

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Junkrat’s 1812 Overture Part 7

I am SO sorry this took so long. I have been really beat lately. I’m not sure you’ll like this, but here it is, anyway.

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Junkrat led you back to the junker’s ‘lab’, making a point to hold your hand as you walked. When he’d heard McCree’s voice on the other side of the door, all his insecurities flooded back. It didn’t help when you’d pushed him away from you so you could answer the door. He knew it was too good to be true, that there was no way you were going to remain below him, sweet little pussy grasping at his fingers as you bit and licked at his mouth just above yours. And when he’d asked you out, you’d made the date for the next day. Right in front of him!

But instead you wanted to spend time with him. After hearing you and McCree talk so familiarly, he wanted to have that with you, plus more. And when you’d called him Junkrat (ok, so it was his name, more or less, but still), he knew what he wanted to do. Well, other than you.

***

The burgers Junkrat grilled up were damn fine burgers. You were a bit surprised, half expecting your dinner to be a charred hockey pucks on flimsy buns, but these were juicy and tender and moist. Your first bite actually made you moan in a manner not unlike the way Junkrat had you moaning earlier. Nevertheless, you devoured your supper, the burger accompanied by some kind of salad that was strange but delicious.

After you’d finished eating, you went to wash the dishes, trying to help out for the tasty meal, but Junkrat grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. You tried to protest, but you put a finger to your lips and walked with you out of the lab and into his room. It looked very much the same, except that a curtain you hadn’t noticed before was now pulled to the side, revealing Junkrat’s actual bedroom.

Mostly all that could be seen was his bed; it was huge and covered in a slate gray doona and, surprisingly, several plush looking pillows. Now that you were in his room, an awkwardness settled over you both. You tasted your mouth and asked, without much hope, if he had any toothpaste. He surprised you by nodding and led you to the bathroom, handing you an unused brush as well. You stood together at the sink, both of you brushing your teeth. It was odd, standing next to him, but when you’d finished you went back out, looking at Junkrat’s many books.

Opening one at random, U.S. Army Improvised Munitions Handbook, you saw it was inscribed. “To Jamison, Surprise! XO.” No name, you saw, and wondered about the words. The book was well used; passages were underlined and there was marginalia on nearly every page. The handwriting was clearly Junkrat’s, and as you read the notes you were struck again with his brilliance. He was so much smarter than people gave him credit for.

“You wanna borrow it?” Junkrat’s voice broke into your thoughts and you jumped.

“What?!”

“The book,” Junkrat chuckled his high pitched cackle, “Do you want to borrow it?”

You stared at him for a minute before answering, “Uh, yeah, actually,” you thought you could learn a lot about the man by reading his notes.

“Who’s Jamison? Or do you know, even?” You wondered if he would know, the inscription was faded and it seemed like an older book.

“Who-?” Junkrat choked, “Who’s Jamison? Why, tha’s me!”

You stared at him as he laughed.

“You didna think my name was Junkrat, didja? Me n Roadhog have our nicknames, or kinda codenames, but… yeah, darl, I’m Jamison Fawkes, nice to meetcha!”

Junkrat held his hand out to you in a mock introduction. You took it feeling like a bit of an idiot. You hadn’t really thought of Junkrat, er, Jamison’s real name. After releasing your hand, Jamison walked past you to flop unceremoniously on his couch. At least you thought it was a couch, it had generally couch-like proportions. Turning and following him, you also sat, feeling foolish. The couch was comfortably squishy, but you weighed considerably more than the junker did, despite his muscle. This meant you were… rich in gravitational pull, and as you sat the cushions tilted toward you and, as is the way of things, so did Jamison.

You blushed, wishing that you were small and sexy like Amelie or even if your weight was all muscle like Zarya. Jamison didn’t seem phased by it, shifting a bit before he turned on the TV and began flipping through channels. You weren’t paying very close attention, subtly trying to shift away to give him more space, but you stopped when you heard the introductory voice over for one of you favorite shows. Looking up, you gaped at the screen before whipping around to face Jamison.

“How did you…?” you trailed off, in surprised amazement.

“I, uh,” Jamison blushed, “pay attention. To you.”

“But I thought,” you stopped, not really knowing what you thought. Maybe you thought that Jamison just wanted to mess around with you. That he wouldn’t, couldn't, want to actually be with you. Or maybe it was only a passing fling, until something, someone, better came along. You knew it wasn’t fair to think this, Jamison had never been anything but friendly, and now more-than-friendly, to you. You didn’t pick up the thread of your story, instead staring at the TV screen.

Slowly, you lost yourself in the show, a documentary detailing both a murderer and their victims. Relaxing into the couch and utterly absorbed in the show, you didn’t realize that Jamison had been slowly easing his arm around you. It was sneaky, how he moved, and as one episode played into another, you were soon resting your head on his shoulder; your hand toying absentmindedly with a loose thread from a patch on his shorts.

***

Jamison would never admit it, but this was exactly how he wanted to spend just about every evening. His thumb made slow circles on your shoulder, and while he found the show interesting, he couldn't help being hyper-aware of your body against his. When you'd sat down he saw the look of worry and concern on your face. Jamison wasn't smooth like McCree, but he could tell that your weight was something you were, if not outright unhappy about it at least seemed to be something on your mind. He wanted to make you more comfortable, and if his time with Roadhog had thought him anything it was to never question a person about their right. Besides, being close to you was what he wanted.

Except that you didn't seem to want the same. He could feel you trying to edge your way away from him, to give him the space you thought he'd want. Just then he saw a show you liked. You'd mentioned it to Roadhog ages ago, when Junkrat still couldn't speak to you, and he'd committed it to memory.

As you recognized the show, Junkrat noticed the moment of uncertainty cross your face. He wanted to know why you were uncertain, but then, if he were in your shoes, sitting next to him, he might be uncertain, too. Still, you sank into him, so absorbed in the show you didn't notice his arm style around you. And that was how he came to be drawing small circles with his thumb.

***

As the shows changed, Junkrat leaned back, shifting to give his aching ribs some relief. You picked up your legs, tucking them to your side as you moved to accommodate him. His shoulder was bony and a bit uncomfortable, so you shifted more, resting your head on his thigh. Jamison’s breathing picked up a bit, but he didn't move except to place his hand on your shoulder again.

It was nice, not having to speak, just being allowed to enjoy a show and Junkrat’s company. You were enjoying the show, so it came as a surprise when you stirred and it was morning. You stiffened, listening to Jamison's steady breathing as you did. Slowly you eased your way to sitting, careful not to wake him. You felt embarrassed; you'd overstayed your welcome, and you had no idea what time it was. You padded quietly to the door, easing the door open before slipping out. At the last moment you caught the door and shut it with barely a click.

Turning around you almost screamed to see McCree lounging against the opposite wall.

“Wondered where you were. Doing some… laundry were you?” His smirk was almost too self-satisfied to bare, and instead of saying anything, you just started your walk of shame. McCree fell into step beside you,

“So,” the cowboy nudged you, “what happened?” McCree waggled his eyebrows ineffectually. Laughing at him, you tried to brush it off, as if not having much happen was exactly what you expected to have happen. McCree remained unconvinced, continuing to needle you as you walked across base in your slept in clothes. After arriving at your room, you nudged McCree in, shutting the door behind him quickly.

“Nothing happened,” you turned to McCree, the joking laughter draining from his face.

“What? How could nothing have happened?” the astonishment in his voice made you feel vindicated and even more disappointed at the same time.

“We just...talked. It was all going ok and then…” you trailed off, but McCree picked up the thread.

“Then you got scared that your size was a turn off, didn’t you?” his words seared across the room making you wince. For a long time you didn’t look at the man, trying to formulate an answer.

“Yes,” you gave in, “I just… when we were in the heat of the moment, it felt fine, but then after that heat had time to settle, it all just....”

“Darlin’,” McCree began, but you cut him off.

“Look, Jesse, I know I’m not… attractive. I’m the fat researcher whose tongue is too sharp for her size. I know that no one likes me-” you stopped, the words choking your throat. It wasn’t true, even as you spoke, you knew that what you were saying couldn’t be true because you had real evidence to contradict it. Sitting next to Jamison, all muscle and sinew, made you certain that the heat and need from earlier had been transitory and misplaced. You knew you were contradicting yourself, that Jamison had clearly not been turned off by your body, but the confident facade you put up began to crumble around people who you were interested in. You were looking at your feet, trying not to cry from your confusion, when McCree came up to you, wrapped you in his arms, and let you burst into tears.

If this had been a romantic novel, your tears would have been delicate, beautiful, even. Since it wasn’t, they were the tears that are cried by people who don’t allow themselves to cry often. There was snot involved. McCree didn’t say a word, just let you cry yourself out. Then he led you to your bed, tucked you in, and let you sleep.

#junkrat #Junkrat fic #junkrat's 1812 Overture #junkrat x reader #not sure how I feel about this one #next one will be better #promise

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youre-on-a-starship · 8 years ago

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Prompt - “Can you please do a fic w Scotty and the reader being someone who works in engineering. Scotty low key knows the reader likes him a lil, but doesn't do anything bc he's older. Reader has no idea he likes her back, til one day it just happens (like tension is too much, I dunno). If you don't feel like it could work, it's all good, I just love your writing haha. Thanks!” - Anon

Word Count: 1,773

Author’s Note: It gets a little cracky in the middle? I think it opens and closes well in any case. I hope you like it!

Edit: I literally just realized that all my italics went way in the copy/paste process, so I’ve fixed that. Sorry!

“You know she likes you, right?” Jim folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the console.

Scotty just kept tapping at his work screen, ignoring you at the far end of the corridor working on your own problems.

“Aye,” he muttered.

“So? You gonna make a move?”

“Ach, I don’t, shit,” Scotty hissed as he jabbed his thumb into the display. “Has anyone ever told you you’re the worst damn distraction?”

“So? Are you?”

“Probably not,” Scotty said with a wave. “There’s nearly ten years’ difference there. She’s nice and everythin’ but… I don’t know. I don’t think those kinds of relationships tend to work verra well.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. And anyway, my parents were like, five years apart.”

“And how did that turn out?”

“Well, they seemed to be doing fine.”

“Sorry,” Scotty shook his head and leaned on the heels of his hands as the screen in front him began to restart. “Tha’ was a stupid question. I don’t know, Jim, I don’ think so. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Well, it’s just sort of unfair, you know? I mean, with ten years you’ve grown up in different times, you know different things, you’ve got different levels of experience. And sure, it’s all well and good now if ye can look past all that, but the further on you get… I just remember my grandparents. They were thirteen years apart and it nearly killed Gran to take care of him,” Scotty shook his head before bursting back up to full height. “And anyway! I’m busy! I don’ have the time to be entertaining anyone, least of all a twenty-six year old. Or you, for tha’ matter, why are you even here?”

“I’m just checking in with my senior officers,” Jim said with a shrug. He pushed off from the console and clapped Scotty on the back. “Let’s call it health and wellness.”

“May I get back to work?” Scotty snapped.

“As you see fit,” Jim said before wandering off between the machines.

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“Mr. Scott?” you asked as you stepped into the doorway of his office. You kept your eyes glued on the PADD screen until you didn’t receive an answer. You looked up to see if he was even in the room and you froze when you saw him in his seat behind the desk. It was those eyes. Disarming. And he just stared back at you.

“Uh…” you started.

“We’ve talked about this.”

“Oh,” you shook your head. “Scotty, sorry.” You returned your eyes to your PADD. “I was just going over the terminal C-12 diagnostics, we’ve got some kind of bug preventing the readouts from collating properly.”

“Can ye fix it?”

Wouldn’t it be nice to hear that voice every day?

“Probably? I’m not sure, Lieutenant Rogers is probably a better fit for the job,” you said, lifting your eyes again.

“Well get him on it then; I think he’s just getting in Kelly’s way downstairs,” Scotty said, lowering his hands to his lap. “Is there anything else?”

“Um…”

Can’t you come up with anything?

“I don’t believe so.”

“A’righ’ then. Back at it.”

Blink.

“Back at it,” you repeated.

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“Don’t do that!” Scotty shouted as you went for the door panel.

“Do you have a better idea?” you quipped back.

“No, but-”

You didn’t wait to listen for the rest of his speech. Pounding your fist on the control panel, you held your breath as the door swished open, a deafening roar of rushing wind and a gush of heat met you and you lurched into the transporter room.

Scotty’s panicked voice cut off suddenly as the door swished shut behind you.

The creature was curling in circles on the transporter pad like a dog chasing its tail. The fiery spine blinded you to look at, but you weren’t going to let it get the jump on you if you turned away.

As the perspiration started to boil under your shirt, you wished that you’d taken the garment off outside.

You stumbled through the thick air and punched a series of commands on the scaldingly hot console.

A tube of golden rings appeared around the creature and it disappeared. You collapsed to the floor, contemplating why you thought that the heat would disappear with it.

The door swished open and a pair of cool hands appeared on your shoulders.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

“Mmm?” you hummed. “Can you… can you keep the door open? It’s so hot…”

“Are y’okay?”

“Yeah,” you said through a heaving breath basking in the rush of cool air from the corridor.

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“You have to do something every day that scares you,” you mumbled, trying to sit up. Scotty scooped his hands around your arms and helped you. “That and if he melted the transporter console, I don’t know how else we’d deal with him. And I don’t want to have to rebuild the transporter console again.”

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“Lieutenant.”

“Sir.”

Your back stiffened as Scotty stood next to you while you waited for the turbolift.

“Mind if I ride with ye?”

“Not in the least,” you said with a smile, strategically turning so that you could look past his nose instead of directly at his face.

He nodded and waited in silence with you. The door swished open and you both walked in and turned around.

“Where are ye-?” Scotty asked as a siren wailed and the lights turned off.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you whined, watching as the crew outside the double glass all slowed to gawk.

“Tha’s real helpful! Thanks!” Scotty waved them off with a grimace. “I dinna have anything with me.”

“Me neither; I was going for lunch,” you admitted, digging your thumb into the bridge of your nose.

Scotty put his hands on his hips and started pacing.

“Of all the days…” he muttered.

You took your comm unit out of your pocket.

“Hawkins,” you barked.

“Forget something, Lieutenant?” came the response.

“Lieutenant Commander Scott and I are stuck in turbolift two.”

“Lucky you.”

“Shut it. Can you boot it back up?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute.”

Your comm went silent and you stuck it back in your pocket. You folded your arms and leaned back against the far wall from where Scotty had planted himself.

“I’m sorry about that,” you mumbled, reinserting your thumb into the bridge of your nose. “He was just being funny.”

“I understand.”

You opened your eyes and looked at his chest past your thumb.

“You understand.”

“Aye.” Scotty shrugged and looked at his shoes, sniffing.

You let your eyes crawl up his neck to sneak a peek at his face. It was turning red.

Say something.

“Where were you headed, Sir?”

Good job.

“Keenser had something he needed me to look at up on deck 6,” Scotty said, looking up and catching your eyes.

Silence descended and you dropped your hand from your face.

Say something better.

“I-”

The comm in your pocket blipped. You sighed and pulled it out.

“Go.”

“You’ve got power in 20 seconds.”

“Thanks Hawkins.”

You clapped your unit shut and pushed off from the wall, turning back toward the door.

“You what?”

You half turned back to Scotty.

“It was nothing, Sir. Just making small talk.”

He didn’t answer so you grinned and added, “When I’m hungry I’m bad at having real conversations.”

He snorted and the lights came back on. You tapped the command screen for the recreation deck as well as that for deck 6.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” you said quickly before pressing your lips together.

Scotty turned redder.

“Old guy li’ me… don’t pay much attention to birthdays anymore.”

“You’re not that old,” you said, glancing sideways. “In any case, have one on me tonight.”

The door swished open and you left before he could respond.

—

You laid spreadeagled on your back on the mat wheezing.

“You gonna make it, lassie?” Scotty’s voice came from somewhere above you. It made the ache in your shoulders ebb as you relaxed into the sound. You lifted two fingers and tried waving.

“‘M fine.”

“Hawkins, ta’ five, I think she needs a rest.”

“She will decide when she needs a rest,” you groaned, tucking your elbows under your waist and pushing yourself up to a 45. Your head fell back, but you stayed up. “Hawkins, take five.”

Hawkins snorted and padded out of the ring.

“Engineers aren’t made for hand-to-hand,” you mumbled, letting your throat stretch as your sweat-soaked hair weighed your head down toward the mat.

“Ye can say tha’ again. Are y’a’righ’ though?”

“Sure,” you quipped, opening your eyes and pushing yourself up to sitting in earnest.

Scotty stood up and offered you a hand.

Take it.

“Thanks,” you muttered, grasping his hand and letting him pull you up.

You tipped forward and he steadied you with his free hand. You blinked at him; this was closer than you intended to get.

Scotty’s cheeks started tinting pink in the middle.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, pulling yourself back a few inches. “Thank you.”

Scotty just grinned before pressing his lips together.

Say something!

“Are you going to that thing in Rec C tonight?” you blurted.

“I wasna especially planning on it,” Scotty said, his eyes suddenly darting back and forth between yours. “But if you’re going, I could reconsider.”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you sealed your lips and swallowed.

“I mean, unless you weren’t going-”

“Oh, no, I am. Or, I was. I could still,” you stammered, feeling yourself flush.

Scotty was pinker now as well.

You can just say it! Since when are you this nervous?

“If you’re not sold on it, I - I mean, I dinna know if you drink - I’ve got a really nice collection of scotch; I could bring a bottle to the observation deck. We’re getting close to that nebula that Spock’s been on abou’ for ages,” Scotty ventured, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he petered off.

“I, yeah. That, yeah,” you stuttered, looking at your shoes and taking a deep breath. You looked back up and he was grinning. “What changed?” you asked.

Scotty shrugged.

“You have to do something every day that scares you,” he said, tipping his face down in preparation for your response.

You couldn’t help but smile. Reaching up, you wiped the sheet of sweat off your forehead with the back of your arm.

“Then I guess we’re going to see a nebula tonight. Meet you there? Eight?”

“Eight,” Scotty agreed with a sigh and a smile.

#montgomery scott x reader #scotty x reader

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occasionalfics · 8 years ago

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Child of Light, ii

Summary: After finding out your Papa is killing your kin, you go back home...but not for long.

Words: 1,784

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You didn’t stay on Krylor long. Mama wouldn’t hear it when you tried to tell her of the horrors you saw. She would never believe anything so terrible of your Papa. She loved you, you knew, and she wanted to take care of you, but Papa had loved her so much and she loved him still. She couldn’t fathom the thought of Papa trying to hurt you. After a few months, you allowed her that much peace. The longer Papa stayed away, the longer Captain Udonta stayed away, the more certain you were that Papa was never coming back for you. Or Mama. He didn’t care, and suddenly, you were okay with that thought.

Half a year passed before you couldn’t stand it anymore. You hated fighting with Mama, even over stupid things. You knew you were overreacting, and that she was refusing to listen to reason. You loved her so much, but it was time for you to leave. Some small part of you missed the light, the feeling of it flowing through your body. You didn’t know if you would ever feel it again, but that was small in comparison to the need to get off Krylor and see the Universe. That you felt in the very core of your heart was necessary.

You weren’t sure how to get in contact with Captain Udonta until you heard someone mention his name in a bar down the street from your home one night. You turned on your heel and approached the stranger who’d spoken his name, only to be met with a sneer at first.

“Please,” you said. “I just need to know how to contact him.”

The stranger’s sneer didn’t fall, but he sighed and wrote down a digital identity code so you could send a signal out from your halo pad at home. Which is exactly what you did - you ran from the bar, went to your bedroom, and pulled the pad out to dial the code. It took a few minutes, but the signal picked up eventually, and then you were staring at the face of a dirty Ravager with pale skin - probably Xandarian - light eyes, and a short, cropped strip of hair that streaked across his scalp.

“Can I help ya?” he asked in a gruff tone.

“I need to speak with the Captain,” you said.

The man chuckled. “Ain’t no one speaks ta the Captain without speakin’ ta me first,” he said.

“I’m an old friend.”

“No, ya ain’t,” he said. “Ya ain’t a Kree slave, so ya ain’t an old friend.”

You didn’t know what that meant exactly, but suddenly you had suspicions about who the Captain really was. “I’m a child of Ego,” you said, hoping he would understand.

Apparently, that was the key. The man’s face fell, and then he was gone. Within seconds you were looking at the face of the Centaurian Captain.

“What tha fuck do you want?” Captain Udonta asked. His angry face suggested that you’d interrupted something, possibly something important.

“I need to get off Krylor,” you said.

“So pay someone ‘n get it over-with,” he said.

“I need you to get me off Krylor.”

“I ain’t in that business no more, Darlin’,” he said.

“This isn’t about Ego,” you said, knowing that, to some degree, it was. It just wasn’t about going back to Ego.

“Then I really ain’t concerned,” he said. The Captain started to walk away, but you stopped him with a jumble of unintelligible words. “‘Scuse me?” he asked.

“I want to join your crew,” you said, unsure of the truth of your own words. But if it got you off Krylor…

He stared at you. “Y’ain’t serious,” he said after a bit.

You shook your head. Anything to get off Krylor you thought. “I am. I want to be a Ravager.”

He laughed, startling you. You noticed that his teeth seemed sharper than you remembered, and he looked like he may have had a few extra scars since the last time you’d seen him, but you kept that all to yourself.

“No one wants ta be a Ravager, Darlin’.”

“I do,” you said, trying to sound as sure about it as possible. You certainly didn’t feel sure.

Captain Udonta studied you through the communication. “Yer that desperate ya gotta lie ‘bout wantin’ ta join my crew?” he asked.

Of course you weren’t going to sell him on wanting to be a Ravager. It wasn’t a career choice, but a lifestyle, and only one for the seediest, most lost souls in the galaxy. That’s what Mama had always said, anyway.

You sighed and nodded. “I need to know what’s out there,” you said, looking out your window, even though Captain Udonta couldn’t look with you.

“Space,” he said. “Tha’s what’s out there, Darlin’. Lotsa balls’a gas and jackasses like yer daddy.”

You turned back to him, hoping beyond hope he’d come to get you anyway. “Please,” you said quietly.

He sighed and looked away briefly. You watched as he blinked and blinked again, then turned to face you once more. “Fine,” he said. “But the second ya cause trouble, yer gone. Got it?”

You nodded.

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You did not, in fact, cause trouble. Yes, you were...more innocent than the men of the Elector’s crew when you arrived, but you were a quick learner. And you were agile, fast, and smaller than many members of the crew. You became more of a spy than a Ravager, but that had more to do with your formal education, which most of the other crew members lacked. They were big dumb brutes; you were a tactician. That made you important.

Captain Udonta did not hover over you when you joined the crew. He did not protect you from the crew or outside forces. He left you to your own devices, and just like he promised, you were grateful for it after a few years. You allied yourself with some of the crew quickly - the ones that liked small, shiny distractions especially - and learned from them how to defend yourself.

The Captain’s second-in-command, the scraggly man who’d answered your call that night - Kraglin - was your closest friend. He was unassuming, sometimes too thoughtless, but overall a kind person. And he was obedient - at least to the Captain. Kraglin taught you how to shoot a blaster (perhaps at the Captain’s request, though that was mere suspicion on your part). Kraglin helped you plan heists and listened when you needed to talk to someone, and he was the one to introduce you to the Captain’s hostage.

Hostage was a harsh word, but it was the only one that fit. The Captain had threatened anyone who went near the child with immediate execution via air lock, but Kraglin had special access. You only got a glimpse of the child before he hid away from you and Kraglin, but the second your eyes met, you felt a sort of fond kinship with him. For a while, you didn’t know why. You thought it was just that you could understand being scared and lonely on the Elector.

And then, of course, there was the Captain himself. Normally, he kept his distance from most of the crew. If not physically, then mentally. He was just as he had been when he’d taken you to Ego, though you hardly ever saw the Captain that had saved you. Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of him when you sparred with Kraglin and saw the Captain’s eyebrows raise, but more often than not, he was stoic, commanding, and sarcastic. After a while, you liked him all the same.

And that was becoming a problem. You liked the Captain. Captain Yondu Udonta, who never said no to a hooker or sexbot, drank too much, was far too cocky and sure of himself, and above all else, was your superior. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him whenever he prepped crews for jobs or thinking about him at night, wishing his hand was on your ass intentionally rather than Halfnut’s on accident. You did your best not to be conspicuous about your feelings, but sometimes he made it too difficult.

When he called you into his quarters one night, your heart started to race. You let images of what you wanted him to do with you run through your head, stopping only once you were through the threshold and standing feet away from his bed.

Which was occupied.

By the small, freckled, scared child Kraglin had shown you.

Your eyes widened.

“(Y/N),” the Captain said. “Meet Peter.”

The child - Peter - glanced from you to the Captain and back, his breath quickening and cheeks turning red.

A comfortable and familiar heat spread slowly through your body. It reminded you of the night on Ego, of your Papa, but you didn’t know why. You thought for a second that it was the Captain, for he’d been on Ego with you, and perhaps your residual feelings for him had something to do with it. But then you realized that that didn’t make sense. You’d lived with the Captain for a few years now, and hadn’t felt this exact feeling since Ego.

You looked at the child, curled into a ball on the bed, and your eyes widened. “He is…” you said, slowly looking at the Captain.

He nodded. “Yes,” he said, straight and firm. He lowered his gaze, which you took to mean that the child did not know who his father was - but more importantly that you were not to say a thing.

You thought, then, that this meeting was for you. You had a brother - a half-brother.

“Peter,” the Captain said. “I’d like ya ta meet my good friend, (Y/N).”

The child looked up over his knees at you. Your brother, so pale and spotted. Green eyes, like your Papa. You thought of the caverns, the corpses, the atrocities your Papa had committed against his own children, and closed your eyes momentarily.

“Is she okay?” Peter asked.

“Yeah,” the Captain answered for you. “Seen some things, but she’s a’ight.”

You sighed, opened your eyes, and held your hand out to Peter. Your half-brother. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Peter,” you said.

Peter looked at the Captain, who nodded, and then shook your hand. “You too,” he said softly.

“I want you two ta be good friends,” the Captain said, mostly looking at you. “Yer gonna need ta take care’a one another.”

“Why?” Peter asked, pulling his hand back from yours.

“‘Cause I said so, that’s why,” the Captain said. “Now let’s go. Gotta introduce ya to the crew, I ‘spose.”

#yondu fanfic #yondu x reader #Yondu Udonta #yondu udonta x reader #child of light

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