#he talks to me like you'd talk to a child. i will not tolerate that.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

If my coworker talks to me like I've never set foot in a kitchen again, so help me god I'm walking off that truck and never returning.

[itneverendshere]

we say we’re different but we got the same eyes - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe

you needed to stop taking other people shift’s. 

it’s not like you wanted to, but at least they were paying you to do so, enough to let you actually chill this summer without stressing about rent or whatever else adulthood decided to throw at you.

all you had to do was show up and do the job. first at lila’s dinner, now at the bougie country club, as a cart girl.

you’d done this before, and sure, the old men were always a little too handsy with their beer guts hanging over their tacky polos, but at least they tipped well. you could tolerate them. smile, giggle at their half-assed jokes, and let them feel like they still had it. 

fine. pay me for my pain, grandpa. 

today however, instead of your usual sugar-daddy wannabes, you were babysitting frat boys. fresh out of their first year of college, probably still hungover from their last keg stand.

nineteen-year-old idiots in pastel shorts and backwards hats, making everything about themselves.

“bro, you remember that party at kappa? dude, swear i blacked out after like, five shots.”

wow, five whole shots? congrats, you absolute child. should i get you a sticker for that?

don’t even get started on their conversations about girls. one of them, chad or brad or whatever his stupid name was, just had to loudly detail how some poor innocent girl “totally wanted him last night but was playing hard to get.”

yeah, bro, she was probably just trying to get through the night without having to mace your entitled ass.

it was constant. the whole damn morning. all they talked about was frat parties, girls they didn’t deserve, and how they "couldn’t wait to get back to school."

you'd give anything to remind them how utterly irrelevant their frat status was in the real world, but you couldn’t. nope. you had to keep your game face on, pour their drinks, and pretend like they weren’t giving you a headache that rivaled your worst hangovers.

at least the elderly snobs tipped well. sure, they were pretentious and acted like you were beneath them, but they'd slip you a twenty or more with a smug little wink. that made it easier to tolerate their "i’ve been golfing here since before you were born" bullshit.

but these brats?

half the time they forgot to tip at all, and when they did remember, it was a crumpled five like they were doing you some grand favor. and of course, of course, they couldn’t just keep their obnoxious, beer-breath comments to themselves. no, they had to make it worse by hitting on you—hard. 

painfully hard. it was like watching a car crash in slow motion, except instead of pulling over to help, you were stuck right in the middle, praying someone would just tow your ass out.

“yo, what’s your name again?” one of them asks. bryce, probably. his face just screams bryce.

he's leaning against the cart like he thinks it's going to make him look cool, but really, he’s just sloshing his drink all over the place. classy.

“it’s on my name tag,” you deadpan, pointing to the little badge pinned to your polo. you're not about to give him any more than that.

but he's not letting it go. “oh yeah? cute name for a cute girl. you single or what?”

jesus christ. here we go.

you resist the urge to roll your eyes so hard they’d get stuck in the back of your head. 

“’m here to work,” you sigh, voice sweet enough to mask the absolute disdain you're feeling. you know what comes next.

they always think they can charm you if they just keep going, like you are some kind of challenge.

“c’mon, don’t be like that,” another one chimes in, this one wearing sunglasses even though it's barely 9 a.m.

who do you think you are, pitbull? 

he gives you this sleazy grin like he thinks he's smoother than he actually is. “we could take you out after your shift. grab a drink. bet you’re fun, huh?”

fun? FUN?! if by fun he means fantasizing about driving this cart straight into the water hazard just to escape this conversation, then sure, you're a real blast.

you look around the course, hoping maybe one of the older golfers needs a refill or something—anything to get you away from this nightmare. no luck. it's just you and these clowns.

“i don’t date customers,” you say, a line you’d perfected at this point.

you plaster on your fakest smile, the kind that said please tip me and then leave me the hell alone. but bryce wasn’t giving up.

“you’re really gonna turn us down? i mean, we’re the best thing on this course right now.”

best thing?

the only thing they're the best at seems to be embarrassing themselves. this is the type of guy who probably thinks buying a girl a drink meant she owns him something.

you can't even be mad; it's almost... sad. almost.

“maybe you should focus on your game,” you suggest, glancing at his scorecard. “you’re, what, ten over par already?”

that shuts him up real quick, his face going from cocky to confused like he didn't expect you to know how golf worked.

his friend with the sunglasses? he's still trying.

“we can show you a good time, y’know. we’ve got a house down on the beach. you like boats?”

ah, yes. the boat move. the go-to for guys who think a half-assed yacht and a cooler full of cheap beer is the height of luxury.

you’d seen it a million times in this godforsaken town.

you're not impressed.

you shoot them another smile, “i like tips.”

they all blink confusedly, clearly not used to a girl calling them out so directly. the frat boys mumble something between themselves, looking awkward for the first time all day.

finally, one of them fishes a crumpled twenty out of his pocket and tosses it your way. 

oh, wow, big spender. 

you scoop it up, shoving it into your pocket and giving them a little nod. “thanks, boys. good luck with your game.”

you thought the twenty bucks might’ve bought you a few minutes of peace, but no. they're back at it, swinging at golf balls like they aren't trying to flirt in between their awful shots.

you roll the cart over to the next part of the course, half-listening to their constant chatter.

something about “last semester” this, and “pledge party” that. god, they just never stop. it's like someone hit the repeat button on the world’s most annoying playlist.

one of them calls you over again, like he can't wait five minutes for his next drink. you start prepping them, half tuning them out, just trying to get through it, when suddenly, miraculously, they shut the hell up.

for a second, you think maybe the universe is finally doing you a favor. you don't even question it, just start pouring drinks faster.

a quiet frat boy is a gift. but then you hear it:

“dude!” one of them practically tackles the other, all wide-eyed and hyped up like a little kid who just saw his favorite cartoon character. “is that rafe fucking cameron?!”

oh, for fuck’s sake.

your stomach drops. of course it has to be him. because clearly, your morning isn't being shitty enough. you don't even look at first. 

one of the guys starts flipping out, hitting his buddy’s shoulder like it's the coolest thing to ever happen.

“bro, no way. no way. that’s rafe cameron? he used to be the president of our frat, man. two years ago! he’s a fucking legend!”

legend? you almost laugh.

the only legend rafe is to you it's a legendary asshole. a smug, infuriating, gorgeous asshole who you have been avoiding like the plague. the same one who has been blowing up your phone nonstop, trying to get back into your life.

the same one you swore down you’d never sleep with again after he pulled that stunt at the dinner—and then, of course, ended up in his bed two nights ago. you haven't spoken to him since. you’d been ignoring him again—well, trying to—but now here he is. in the flesh. and these idiots are drooling over him like he's some kind of frat god.

you turn your head, and he's striding across the green like he doesn't have a care in the world. of course he looks good. he always does.

wayfarer’s pushed up in his hair, that cocky-ass grin on his face, wearing a polo like he's the face of a country club catalog. you know he’d see you any second. hell, he probably already has. 

yeah, you’d been avoiding him, and yeah, maybe you’d blocked his number twice, but that didn’t stop him from calling with a different one. or from somehow finding you the other night at the party when you were weak enough to let him back in, only to get burned again.

“holy shit, he’s coming this way,” one of the frat boys mutters, shaking with excitement.

you don't move, don't acknowledge him. but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like a sixth sense at this point. you'd crave it so much before, when it was all a silly game in your head, see how much you could push until he cracked and gave into you. now it's a curse.

the boys are watching him approach like he's some kind of celebrity.

“should we say something to him?” one whispers. “i heard he’s like, killing it in the business world now. family’s loaded.”

yeah, you think bitterly. killing it. if you count being a trust fund brat as an accomplishment.

rafe's closer now, and you know this moment is inevitable. the frat boys are giddy, already nudging each other, probably ready to beg him for networking advice or whatever the hell frat bros did.

you keep your eyes down, focusing on pouring the drinks, acting like you don't even notice him. like he doesn't phase you in the slightest.

“hey,” a familiar voice drawls. you don't have to lift your head to know it's him. naturally, he stops right by you. because why wouldn’t he?

“rafe fucking cameron!” one of the guys yells, unable to keep it together anymore. “you’re like a legend, man. kappa forever!”

you never cringed so hard in your life.

rafe smirks, that signature look spreading across his face. “yeah, somethin' like that.”

you clench your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your face neutral. no way in hell are you about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he still gets to you. 

everyone else around you are tripping over their words just to get his attention. it's embarrassing to watch. the kids acting like he's some kind of messiah, not just some white rich guy with a trust fund and a bad attitude half the time.

“man, the outer banks is fucking sick,” one of them says, bouncing on his feet like an overexcited puppy. “we’ve been hitting the beaches, bars, y’know, living it up. and bro, the girls here? smoking hot.”

here we go. 

you pretend to be very invested in the cooler, rearranging the ice just to keep your hands busy. they're about to start pointing at you any second now; you can sense it.

the way they keep looking over at you made it obvious they're gearing up for something.

and then, like clockwork, it happens.

“yeah, man,” one of them gestures way too enthusiastically in your direction. “that cart girl over there? we’ve been trying all morning.”

oh, fuck right off, you resist the urge to throw a bottle at him.

you’d rather die than hear what lame pickup line is coming next, but what you really don't want to hear is whatever rafe's about to say.

there was a pause, as if he's taking a second to let it sink in. and when he finally does speak, his voice is all smooth confidence, casual as anything.

“so,” he starts, still with smirk you hate and know so well, “you’ve met my girl?”

my girl? my fucking girl?

one of them, manages to stammer, “uh—wait, she’s… she’s your girl?”

you can feel the tension creeping up the back of your neck. this's exactly why you’ve been avoiding him.

no matter what happened between you, no matter how messy things got, he always acted like he owned you in private. never in front of his friends, like just because you ended up in his bed, you were his to claim whenever he felt like it.

still keeping your eyes glued to the drinks, you feel your blood boil. you aren't his fucking girl. you're barely on speaking terms, aside from that one weak moment.

he's only saying it to mess with you.

one of the frat boys lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “damn, man. didn’t know you were still pulling like that.” he shoots a glance at you again, not even bothering to hide the once-over.

rafe just chuckles, that low, infuriating laugh of his, like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. “what can i say?” he drawls, as if the whole thing is just a game to him. “guess i’ve still got it.”

you're this close—this close—to snapping. you can feel your fists clenching at your sides. you're not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. not here. not in front of these frat boys who're still looking at you like some kind of trophy.

rafe’s voice is closer now. you don't have to look up to know he's standing right by the cart.

“you good over there?” he asks, that fake casual tone still lingering.

you don't answer. just kept doing your job, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurts. but he isn't going to let it go. he never did when he wanted to prove a point.

“hey, baby.” he greets you again, leaning in slightly. you can feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. “you gonna pretend you don’t know me now?”

you take a deep breath, finally turning to face him. he's standing way too close, sunglasses pushed up on his head, that stupid expression plastered across his face.

the frat boys are all watching, wide-eyed, like they just stumbled onto some kind of reality show drama.

“you’re funny, cameron.” the guys all exchange glances, clearly picking up on the tension but too dumb to understand it, “can you guys give us a minute?”

one of them pipes up with an awkward laugh, “wait, but we—”

you don't let him finish. “one. minute.” 

they finally catch on that it isn't a request and before they can awkwardly protest or ask why, rafe tilts his head towards them, craning his neck just enough to raise a single brow. the change in his posture is subtle but enough to have them clamming up instantly.

like magic, their frat-boy bravado melts right off. it's wild how fast a bunch of college boys can shrink under the gaze of someone like him.

the power trip they’ve been riding for the last hour stop.

“uh, yeah, you know what?” one of them coughs out, backing up so fast he almost trips over his golf bag. “we should, uh… we’ll hit the bathroom. real quick.”

“yeah, yeah, we’ll be right back,” another one adds, practically stumbling over himself to follow.

they scatter like scared puppies, tails tucked between their legs, and you can't help the small, satisfied smirk that twitches at the corner of your mouth.

finally, a moment of peace.

except, it's not peace. not with rafe standing there. 

as soon as the frat boys are out of earshot, you spin around, without thinking, you shove him in the chest with both hands, hard enough to catch him off guard. he stumbles back a step, his face twisting into a look of surprise.

"are you fucking crazy?" you snap, "do you not get the fucking hint, country club? i don’t want this. i don’t want you here, and i sure as hell don’t want your bullshit claims that ’m your girl in front of those idiots. leave. me. alone.”

he steadies himself, raising both hands as if trying to calm you down. “’m trying to be better, okay? ’m trying. i apologized the other night, didn’t i? ’m—”

“no, you didn’t!” you look at him like he's the dumbest man on earth, cutting him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. “you didn’t apologize! you said i was overreacting, that i was being ‘dramatic.’ then, you fucked me and acted like that made it all better.”

his jaw tightens, and he takes a deep breath as he glances around the mostly empty golf course before his eyes move back to you, his voice low but firm. "that’s not how i meant it—"

“you always have an excuse,” you interrupt, stepping closer, not backing down. “every time, it’s the same thing. you think a half-assed apology or a night in bed makes up for the way you treat me in public? like ‘m just some thing you get to claim whenever you feel like it?"

he visibly recoils at the word you chose, like it hurts him, “i know,” he finally mutters “i know i was a dick at that dinner. but ’m trying, okay? i’ve been calling you, texting you—”

“i didn’t ask. am i that good in bed? go find someone else.”

rafe’s hand flies up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh escaping him. he draggs his tongue against his cheek. his voice coming out clipped, “i don’t want someone else,” he grunts out, sounding more exasperated than ever. “jesus fucking christ.”

you let out a laugh, stepping back, eyes rolling.

“oh, right. that’s it? ’m really that good in bed, huh? that’s why you’re here?” you cross your arms, your tone biting, daring him to say otherwise. “that’s all this has ever been, right? physical. you don’t call unless you want something. so what now? why are you trying so hard? what the hell are you trying for?”

he doesn't respond right away, his fingers are digging into the bridge of his nose like he's trying to hold himself together. the silence continues, and you can see him wrestling with his words. he's never been the type to say what he was feeling.

everything is buried under layers of cocky bravado, that impenetrable wall he put up to keep everyone at arm’s length. including you.

finally, he dropps his hand and takes a step closer, his voice coming out rough like he's forcing the words out. “’m here because i don’t want someone else. i want you, alright? can you just get that through your fucking head?”

you scoff, “because i know you and won’t get attached?”

he snaps, raising his voice, “no! fuck, it’s not that simple.”

"not that simple?" your hands are shaking, and you accidentally knock over one of the bottles you’d been holding before, sending it tumbling to the ground. you don't bother picking it up.

“it’s pretty fucking simple. we’re just fucking. so, tell me, what exactly is complicated about that? you call, i come over, we have sex, and that’s it. so why the fuck do you start ignoring me in public like ’m some kind of fucking disease?”

rafe opens his mouth, but you don't spare him the chance to speak, you're on a roll, months of pent-up frustration. 

“i don’t give a fuck if you’re with someone else, rafe!” you can hear the bitterness dripping from every word. you're practically spitting them out, “what pisses me off is that you had the audacity—the fucking nerve—to ask me to stay that night. do you know how fucking stupid i felt? how the fuck do you think i felt when you acted like i didn’t exist the next day?”

you can feel your hands trembling again, the adrenaline making you shaky, cursing under your breath.

“for once, i was nice enough to care about you, to stay, and that’s the shit you pulled. treated me like a ghost. like i was nothing.”

he just stands there, staring at you, his jaw tight, but he doesn't say a word. his face is hard to read, but you don't care about his feelings. you're not done yet.

“i was fine with the sex. i was fine with leaving afterwards and then you had to go and fuck it all over.”

rafe’s blue eyes flash, and you can see the realization hit him, like he's connecting the dots too fast for your liking.

his brows furrow as he breathes out, “wait. you’re mad at me because i made you—” he hesitates, like the word is foreign in his mouth, “care for me?”

you let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “oh, for fuck's sake, country club. don't flatter yourself.”

“you always do that shit,” he points out, stepping closer “you never call me by my name when we’re having a serious conversation. it's almost like you’re running away.”

you arch an eyebrow, incredulous. “are you delusional? you’re the one acting like a child.”

“’m not being delusional. you only say my name in my room when it’s just the two of us.” he leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if he's trying to keep this moment between you, his blue eyes lock onto yours making your stomach twist. “’m clearly not the only one who’s pretending here; you’re just as bad.”

you feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you walk back, trying to create space, but he closes the distance with easy confidence.

“pretending? please. ‘m not the one playing house in my bedroom while acting like i don’t know you outside of it.”

rafe lets out a low, frustrated groan, running his hand through his hair like he's close to losing it. 

“god, you’re fucking infuriating,” he mutters, voice gruff, “you think i don’t fucking feel it too? you’re the only one pissed off, the only one confused?” his voice dipps lower in frustration. “i can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard i try. "

“oh, boo-fucking-hoo,” you mocked back, “must be so hard, huh? being obsessed with a girl you can’t even respect in public.”

his hand reaches out to grab your wrist. you gasp, not out of fear but because the heat of his touch awakes the resting butterflies in your stomach. you hate how much your skin reacts to him, how just the feel of his grip makes your brain go foggy and shut down.

“i do respect you,” he growls, as if you just insulted him, “i just—fuck.” his eyes dart between yours, as if searching for something. then, like clockwork, he points at your work uniform—the stupid polo and that absurdly short skirt that's practically a sin in itself.

“this,” he grits out, fingers gesturing to the tight polo that does absolutely nothing but make your boobs look way too inviting, “is not okay.”

you blink, pretending to be unaffected, but his words have a way of crawling under your skin.

“oh, right,” you nod sarcastically, even though your pulse has kicked up a notch. “blame my uniform, like that’s the reason you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

rafe groans like you're causing him actual physical pain, his hands gripping the edge of the golf cart now, knuckles turning white.

“shit, yeah, i’ll blame the uniform,” he says, eyes blazing as he corners you. “that tiny-ass skirt, walking around in front of me all day, making me lose my goddamn mind.”

just like that, his hand slide right under your mini skirt, his fingers gripping a handful of your ass with a confidence that makes your breath hitch.

the sudden contact sends a rush of heat through you, and a soft gasp escapes your glossy lips.

that’s when he takes his chance.

with another low groan, rafe seizes the moment, pressing his body against yours, leaning down as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, the kiss deepening in an instant.

it's not sweet—you can tell that now because you know that hidden part of him, you can tell the difference when it comes out. today he's desperate like he’s been waiting to it for days and can't take it anymore.

he's a starved man on a mission. it's a feverish mess of spit and teeth, his grip on you impossibly tight.

his hand still kneads your ass, blunt fingernails digging into your skin trying to keep you from bolting away. at the same time, his other hand slides up to your neck, firm but not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you locked in place—he's daring you to pull away, knowing full well you won't.

logic doesn't stand a chance against the way his lips move against yours, he's sucking all the fight from you.

his tongue slides against yours, and your stomach jumps at the sensation, making you gasp. you try to pull back for a second, needing air, needing space, but his grip on your neck tightens, holding you in place as his lips move against yours like he'll die if you stop.

and maybe he would. maybe he's just as messed up about all of this as you are.

rafe’s teeth scrape against your bottom lip, and right then and there, you know your panties are already ruined. you can't stop the small whimper that escapes your throat, and he moans at the sound, his hips pressing harder against yours, making you feel just how much he wants you.

“fuck,” he almost whines against your lips, like he's barely keeping himself from fucking you out there in the open, not giving a shit if anyone's watching. his hand on your neck glides around to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he tuggs slightly, tilting your head back so he can kiss you even harder, his lips moving against yours in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

the truth is, you do. you know exactly what you do to him because he's doing the same thing to you.

but there's no way in hell you’ll admit that. not when he already has you completely under his spell, melting into his touch, drowning in the way he kisses you like he owns you.

you attempt to hold onto that edge of disdain you always throw his way when things get too personal. his breath is hot and ragged as he hovers.

his hand, still tangled in your hair, loosens slightly but stays there. it's so fucking unfair—the way he just sneaks under your skin, the way your body betrays you every time he gets close. you hate it.

especially with the way his fingers are already sliding up your bare thigh under that ridiculously skirt, as if he owns every single inch of you, like he has a goddamn right to touch you like that.

and instead of pushing him away like you should, you find yourself leaning into him. and fuck, the look in his eyes—all black, wild, like he it's his last shred of self-control—is enough to make your pulse skyrocket.

“asshole,” it comes out weak, pathetic and almost breathless, and you hate yourself for it.

“yeah,” he whispers back, lips brushing yours, his hand still in your hair, still holding you close. “but you like it.”

god, maybe you did.

the frat boys finally return, their laughter breaking the bubble that had you on a leash.

within seconds, you're pushing rafe’s hands away, stepping back as of them claps him on the back.

“we miss anything?”

“nah, just catchin’ up,” rafe said, brushing off the whole thing as if it's no big deal.

you, on the other hand, pick up one of the empty glasses, avoiding eye contact with any of them.

one of the guys chuckles. “man, you two… y’all good?”

no. not when there's the slightest of the slightest possibility that you're starting to feel something for him. not the stupid crush you had before, or the simple curiosity of figuring out how he was in bed. 

real, scary, big girl feelings. 

no way. not after everything. not after he pulled that same crap, acting like you didn’t know you in front of his friends, then turning around and getting all possessive when it suited him.

 “better than ever.”

eyes locked on rafe, you bite out the final blow.

“yeah, better than ever. just like every other fucking rich frat boy—using daddy’s money, pretending you’re a god. but deep down, you’re all the same. losers. why don’t you keep them company, huh? you’re all family after all.”

his blue eyes drop to the green field at the mention of his dad, but he keeps quiet despite realizing you’re doing this on purpose.

he’ll let you have this one because he knows it’s deserving. fuck he’d probably let you punch him in the face if you asked him to. 

you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving him behind, knowing you hit him exactly where it hurt.

[hurtspideyparker]

Tony doesn't tell the Avengers about Peter's secret identity, but Peter starts coming over constantly and chilling around the tower, helping Tony in his workshop or eating dinner with everyone.

Since Tony is weirdly secretive about who the kid is, and the fact that Spider-Man is still a small unknown (presumably adult) hero who isn't on any Avengers radars, they all collectively come to the conclusion that he's Tony's illegitimate child.

Bruce: They do have the same eyes...

Steve: This is an inappropriate conversation to have. If Tony doesn't want to tell us then we shouldn't pry

Natasha: Tony doesn't even like kids. There's no way he would tolerate one if it wasn't because of his guilt complex. I'm surprised there isn't more little Starks running around considering his previous lifestyle

Clint: *cough* drunk slut *cough*. Oh excuse my throat, I meant to say he was a drunk slut

Natasha: Steve they're the exact same. Talk too much, too fast, genius brains that go right over our heads, stubborn, like to cope with humor, same body language. They'll have the same smile lines when Peter grows into them. The only difference is that Peter was raised with manners

Steve: I'm not saying I don't agree, I'm saying it's none of our business. Anyone with basic observational skills can tell they're desperate to fill father and son roles in each others' lives, but Tony's really weird about it, so we should let him keep it private

Clint: We probably make him nervous

Bruce: Because he thinks he's a bad dad?

Natasha: I think he's kinda good at it. Which is extremely unnerving

Steve: Honestly out of all of us I had bets on Bruce having a secret wife and kids hidden somewhere. Tony stepping up to be a father was lower on my list than Nat

Natasha: You have a list?

Bruce: You think I pull?

Steve: That's irrelevant. I think it's nice that they're so close already, but we don't need to press. It might mess up a good thing

Clint: Wait can we go back to this list business. Are these like pragmatic, military leader lists, or are these for pleasure? What other kinds of lists do you have? What about which one of us is most likely to turn on you. Or what you'd turn for. Oh! What about a list of all our weak points based on accessibility and intensity, with contingency plans in case of defection or aliens or brainwashing or alien brainwashing causing defection

Steve:

Natasha:

Bruce:

Steve: This is why Tony won't share his personal life with us.

They last another week before Clint, Natasha, and Bruce team up to steal a strand of Peter's hair and test it for paternity. Steve knows something is up, and follows Clint to Bruce's lab.

Steve: What are you doing...

Natasha: Admit it, you know exactly what we're doing and you want to see the results

Steve: I... well if you already have them there's no point keeping it from me

Clint: Tony Stark is not the daddy!

Tony: Which of my exes have you been talking to?

Clint: AH oh hey Tony didn't see you there

Steve: I'm not apart of this

Tony: Is this about Peter? He told me something plucked his head when he was walking down here. Which of you murder twins was hiding in the rafters

Natasha: Y'know he's not your kid, whoever told you he was lied to you and I hope you get your child support back

Tony: My kid? He's my intern. What funky kool-aid have you all been drinking, that boy is sorting my tool drawer right now. He has slightly better dexterity than Dum-E, it's been quite helpful

Bruce: You have really poor professional boundaries if he's just an intern

Tony: Okay fine. He's actually Spider-Man. I didn't wanna tell anyone cause the Accords were still fishy, but everything should be good now. Anyways, he really wants to train with you guys so you'd have to know eventually

Clint: Who the hell is Spider-Man?

Steve: That guy in Queens who helps bring in peoples' groceries?

Tony: Well, yeah—listen, he's like 14 and he just got his powers. I'm not exactly sending him to fight armed terrorists yet. He'll grow into it, but trust me, there's potential. I'm kind of like his mentor

Steve: You really don't need to do that

Bruce: Yeah we'll all help out from now on

Natasha: Don't take too much responsibility for the boy

Clint: Oh god what have you been teaching him?

Tony: Thanks for the vote of confidence guys. Whatever, now that you all know he'll be hounding you all day for advice anyways. Good luck with that. Friday tell Pete to come down here, the Avengers are gonna train with him

Tony leaves them all, snickering to himself as loud footsteps come crashing down the hallway. If they didn't know any better they'd say several elephants were tripping down the stairs. Then, the doors burst open, Peter's mouth already running a mile-a-minute.

Peter: Really, you guys know, you guys will teach me? Can I use the shield, Ms. Romanoff can you show me how to kick, show me with Mr. Barton, or, or Mr. Rogers. I can take down someone bigger than me, I'm actually really strong. Wanna see? Why are we in Bruce's lab, is that my first lesson! Can I touch this? What are you making here, how long has this been distilling, what about my webs, have you ever seen my webs? I did them myself, but I bet we could make them even better, watch out it's really sticky—

Steve ends up with webs all over his face, several of Bruce's beakers broken from the white spray, one reacting poorly with it and exploding all over Clint and Natasha. Bruce immediately shoves them into the decontamination shower, leaving them as two drenched rats wearing skin-tight combat gear. Natasha is already fuming at the thought of trying to peel it off.

Peter: I'm really sorry, I didn't know it was on ricochet... the splitter webs were just 'cause I panicked

Steve: This is why I told you all to leave it be.

"Noted," they all say in unison.

[lyneira]

♡ when you try to flirt with them ♡

-> how the genshin men would react when you attempt to flirt with them

suggestive!

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

MEGA SIMP

Thoma, Kaveh, Gorou, Itto, Venti

You'll have them sweating bullets, at the edge of their seat, heart racing, and blushing furiously as they endure your flirting and teasing. Despite that, they are absolutely LIVING for your flirting. They're not gonna admit it aloud (not yet at least) but they want ALL of the affection, love, and teasing you're giving them.

In this state, you can ask him for anything and he'd obey. Heck, ask for the world and he'll give it to you because this guy is ENRAPTURED by you. Bro is just so excited and eager about the way you're treating him

Like lowkey, if you were to tell him the numerous things you'd do to tease him, get close to him, and ask, "Would you like all that, hm?~", he's going to take a sharp inhale and breathe out a soft, "yes please" before he combusts right then and there

Embarrassed

Xiao, Scaramouche, Diluc

Will probably hit you with a tsundere-ish, "What are you talking about baka...?!" in response to any smooth line you tell them, or a "Quit with that foolishness" when you try to flirtatiously put your hand on theirs.

Yes, he's going to tell you to stop, but it won't be very convincing with the shakiness in his voice and the vibrant blush that he's desperately trying to hide on his face. He's just feeling a mix of emotions right now, y’know? You're getting them all hot and bothered but they wouldn't dare admit that they're succumbing to your tactics.

They're playing hard to get because truly, you've easily got a hold of their heart and in actuality, it was him who wanted to be the one to catch yours first.

Cuts to the chase

Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Cyno

Like the previous dudes, they're also gonna ask you what you were doing, but would be serious about it instead. These guys don't like beating around the bush and your flirting is going nowhere, so he's going to interrupt you and make you cut to the chase. He'll do so by kabedon-ing you, slamming one hand against the wall which makes you yelp in surprise.

"If you want something, why not ask me directly?", he leans down, towering over your frame and lifts your chin gently with a finger, "I won't bite...unless you want me to"

Amused

Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Childe, Heizou

As you flirt with them, they'll simply have a smile on their face, both pleased and amused that you have the guts to do so. Trying to seduce the flirt, eh? They find it all terribly cute. Yet, they won't say or initiate much up until they've seen you slowly lose your drive to continue flirting (due to their lack of response to your attempts)

"Is that all you've got, y/n? Don't get me wrong, all of this pleases me, but...", he places his hands on your hips and brings them closer to his own as he leans in close to your ear and huskily whispers, "...let me show you how it's really done" ;)

Would be a sweetheart

Zhongli, Kazuha, Tighnari, Albedo

Will look at you with such tenderness in his gaze, happy about your sentiments toward him. They'd also blush lightly at certain antics that you'd pull, but they overall have a better tolerance to your flirting in comparison to the mega simps and those who get embarrassed. They're too wrapped up in the thought that you admired him and held these feelings for them to get so flustered.

When you compliment him seductively, he'll chuckle softly and smile, "I'm fortunate that you think of me that way", he'll then caress your cheek with the knuckle of his index finger slowly and lightly before bringing it up to your lips and replacing it with the pad of his thumb, "I feel the same for you", he'd finish saying while rubbing small circles on your lower lip. Y'all should kiss already

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[sadseungmin]

Hiiiiiii can you write something about reader trying to breakup with phsycotic/yandere Chan 🥺 Only if you can babes❤️

♡ breaking up with a psychotic bang chan ♡

psychotic bang chan x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)

p.s. i hope this is to your liking, anon!

⚠︎ tw: non-consensual elements (i.e. forced breeding), physical violence, threats of murder

✧･ﾟ: psychotic!chan will emotionally manipulate you *✧･ﾟ:*

Chan resorts to intense emotional manipulation, exploiting your insecurities and fears to make you feel guilty and unworthy. He convinces you that no one else could ever love you as he does and that leaving him would be the worst mistake of your life. He recounts every positive moment you two have shared and proclaims these moments cannot be recreated with another. Essentially, you are manipulated into questioning whether ending things with him is the right choice.

"Baby, you're not making sense. After everything we've been through, after all the time I've poured into loving you despite your flaws, why would you want to give up on us—on me? Who else is going to take the time to learn how to love you unconditionally?"

✧･ﾟ: psychotic!chan will physically abuse you *✧･ﾟ:*

Chan uses physical violence to assert his control over you and instill fear. He yanks you close by the hair, roughly wrapping your locks around his fist so tightly that your scalp pulsates for hours afterwards. He also enjoys choking you until you almost pass out, slamming you into walls with a grip around your throat that leave behinds finger-tip shaped bruises. Whenever you're helplessly within his grasp like this, Chan leans in incredibly close and makes it clear with a cold, stern expression that he won't tolerate any of your attempts to leave. The violence is terrifying, but Chan deems it necessary to keep from losing you.

"I'm trying to be patient with you, baby, because I love you to fucking pieces, but you're being so damn difficult. Every time you try to leave me, it brings me closer and closer to snuffing your life out, because if I can't have you in this life, I damn sure will in the next. Don't make me go there, baby. No more talk of leaving, yeah?"

✧･ﾟ: psychotic!chan will forcibly breed you *✧･ﾟ:*

Chan is desperate to bind you to him for the rest of your lives. He believes that having a child together will ensure you can never leave him. He sabotages your birth control by replacing your contraceptive medication with disguised sleeping pills. Several times a week, you wake up to Chan thrusting wildly inside of you, whispering potential baby names with each forceful, animalistic thrust. And when he paints the inside of your womb white, he whispers to you how pretty you'll be as a mother and how excited he is to watch your tummy grow from his seed. All you can do is lay there, feeling full and hot inside, tears beading in the corner of your eyes as you realize you don't remember the last time you had a period.

"Oh, shi—Gonna fuck a daycare into you, y/n! Gonna keep you plump and round and full. You'll make such a perfect mommy, baby! You'd never abandon me then, right? How could you when we'd have Tzu...Yeong...Byeol...Eun...Iseul...Wonsi—"

[mahboimahboi]

TEACHER'S PET x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Smut (⚠️)

"Yo, our P.E Teacher is so fucking capital H-O-T. Do you think he's married?" You nudged your seatmate, eyes lingering towards the instructor who was standing at the front while he wrote some very important notes on the whiteboard. 'Damn, even the marker look so small in his hand', you thought to yourself, too lost in your thought. It was never your intention to especially fall in love with a teacher, let alone someone who's really strict, but it was the way how he looks so above average than the rest of the teachers in the school. He's so out of this world and looked as though he came straight out of a comic book. Oh, and let's not forget the biceps and the strong arms. He's just so ethereal.

"That's what I've heard," You got snapped out of your trance and looked at your classmate confused. She sighs and stops from listening to the lesson for a minute and turns to you, knowing you were once again daydreaming about the instructor who's literally a whole lotta years older than you. "I mean, I've heard that he's a married man and has a child. So, if i were you, I'd stop sending heart eyes to him, unless you want to get fucking obliterated by his wife." She deadpanned.

"Oh, well—"

"Mr. L/N. Yes, I'd really be glad if you'd come visit me in my office after our class." Your instrutor said, fixing the glasses he had on, before he looks towards you and eyes you. "Don't think I haven't caught you not paying any attention to my class. All you did is disturb your classmate. I can't tolerate that." He let out with a deep, authoritative voice. It sent shivers down your spine and you swore you felt yourself go pale at the sight of his tiger eyes eyeing you down with anger.

"Y-Yes, sir Maeda." You stammered, not even daring to look at his eyes. With all the times he taught the class, this is the only time he called your attention out for not listening to the class. You are finally at the last strike. Only for this specific teacher, you wanted to be seen as a good student. One who studies and does well in class to impress your instructor, but all you ever did so far was to irritate the male. So much for a good impression. Embarrassed, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to just vanish.

Later, after your class session with Mr. Maeda ended, the instructor gestures with his eyes for you to follow him to his office. You did as you are told, hanging your head low, ashamed of yourself. Usually, Mr. Maeda would talk to you about important stuff, but now it is rather silent and... awkward. The rest of the walk was quiet, too much that it was deafening.

Once you both arrive at his office, he lets you in first, looking up at him only to see him raise a brow at you. You squeaked in fear and entered the room quickly, scared with what he had in plan for you. "Mr. L/N. Your attitude in class is getting out of hand." Mr. Maeda starts, his voice low as he puts his books on his table before sitting down his swivel chair. "It's quite disrespectful staring at your teacher with so much going on inside your head." Hearing those words, you hesitantly look up to see the adult male with a smirk on his handsome face. He tilts his head to the side, then stands up from his seat and slowly starts striding his way towards you. "Tell me, what goes on in your head during my class... Y/N?" His voice came out like a slither, a spell from a book that entranced you.

You swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat, looking away from the male. The male scoffs, leaning on the edge of his table, now stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N. Haven't I taught you proper respect enough?" You stayed silent, but you could already feel yourself start to get hard. You subtly moved your hands to cover your erection that made an obvious tent on your pants. "Well, look who got excited." He mocked. "Y/N. While I'm asking nicely, answer me."

"I-It's... too absurd." You answered him, but the other male was unfazed.

"Well, I don't care how absurd it is." But then, a bright idea flickers in his head and a soft chuckle moves past his lips. "Alright, if you're afraid to tell me," He trailed off, moving towards you. He sat down beside you, enticingly spreading his legs open and whispering to your ear. "Why don't you show me?" His smirk grows wider, when he notices the red color on your face.

You covered your ears and moved away as far as you can from him. "S-Sir. I mustn't. You have a child and a wife. I can't simply—"

"Who told you that?" He asks you, his voice stern and sounded frustrated. You didn't say a word. "Y/N, I'm starting to get fucking bored." You started to think about it, whether or not you'd take the opportunity, but the fact that he never confirmed whether or not what you heard is true, scares you and it isn't just right.

In the end, it only took one forceful and lust-filled kiss that was initiated by Mackenyu who had one hand behind your neck. At first, shock was the only thing you felt, before the male started to feel you up and down your waist. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all, but why did it feel so good at the same time? You, soon melt into the kiss and start kissing him back lavishly, following the same rhythm.

Much to the male's surprise, he didn't know you were that easy of a prey and he was a predator, ready to eat the result of his hunt. Too high in the clouds and your head filled with lust, you made your way to ride on his thighs, being careful not to break the kiss. Mackenyu notices how you still looked a little hesitant. Wanting to help, he pulls away and puts his hands on both sides of your hips. "Listen, Y/N. Don't believe everything you've heard about me. You're getting too stiff for me to handle." You blushed at his words, then nodded your head in reply. "That's a good boy." He commented, before pushing his lips back to yours.

Your bottom felt a slight poke, catching your attention. You pulled away from the other male, watching you start to stroke him. "Whatever you want, doll." He smirks.

You got down to your knees, feeling the warmth he gave off. Hurriedly, you unzip the zipper to his pants only to realize that he wore no under garments underneath, turning you on even more. Due to his tight pants and the girth of his cock, the button pops off, almost hitting you on the forehead. "Oh my, sir. I've always imagined just how big you are." You stated, smirking proudly to yourself now that you've finally made a dream come true.

The male groans and puts his hand on top of your head as you desperately wrap your lips around his cock. Mackenyu lets out a breathy moan, pushing his head back as he lets you do your own thing. It felt good to know a person is very skilled with their mouth. "Fuck, doll. You're making me feel so good." He hums in pure bliss, standing up as he takes a hold of your head and starts fucking your mouth out with his dick, surprising you. Fortunately, you have trained yourself enough to get through a rough mouth-fucking, but the taller male's size is a lot larger than what you've thought. You took it good, though and it was enough for Mackenyu who looked like he was having the time of his life. "Holy shit. Fuck." He grunts, biting on his lip.

This went on for a few minutes, before his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. He doesn't say a word or heads up, only shocking you when he buries his thick cock in your throat and finishes. "FUCK!" He moans out with his mouth left hanging open, convulsing in place.

He gives your mouth a few more thrusts to ride out his high, before pulling out and taking out spare pants from his drawer. "Haven't felt that good for so long, no rather, at all." He told you, yet you are still in a daze with what just happened, smiling to yourself. "I don't think you'd want this to be the first and last, right, Y/N?" He asks you in a sultry voice.

"No, sir." You let out making the teacher smirk in success. You pass out in his office room and the male lifts you into his arms and puts you down on a bench near his desk where you can rest comfortably.

"Good pet." He laughs softly, before he goes out of his office and moves to his next class.

[yoredoesmore]

Hi! Idk if your reqs are still open since you said you’re kinda in hiatus (which pls take your time! Rest lots!), but.. could I ask a part 2 of Old Habits Die Hard?

Maybe a direct continuation or a lil time skip where reader is still confused by the soft hoshina but everyone else caught on? If you don’t have inspiration for it it’s tots fine! I just loved it so much that made me want more!

Old Habits Don't Die pt. 2 | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Fem!Reader

genre: /romance/slowburn/enemies to lovers/angst if you squint

summary: Soshiro plays with your feelings one too many times and now has to deal with the consequences

read pt. 1 here

wc: 3k

a/n: I kinda rushed this (and lost the romance/soft aspect for a sec im sorry) but I hope you like it :>

Enjoy!

He was teasing you again, he had to be. The sly smirk on his face and the soft blush that hushed over his cheeks, he must be toying with you, right? Just like back then in kindergarten where he would add cute hair clips into your hair without you noticing at first or changing your name cards so you would sit next to him during lunch, he was simply goofing around. After all, old habits don't die.

*

You were somehow able to adjust to the new circumstances after a few months passed by. Perhaps it was the chaotic work atmosphere that had your mind occupied or the new friends you made along the journey. Whatever it may have been, you found yourself less troubled by Soshiro's presence than you thought you'd be.

“You seem to have finally grown used to the Vice Captain's outgoing personality, Y/n.” Okonogi mentioned while the both of you worked on individual projects.

“Yeah, you could say that.” You shrugged, too busy with the task at hand to really focus on the conversation.

“He has become someone who I tolerate, I guess.”

Okonogis kindness reached into every corner of the world. Referring to Soshiros' antics as outgoing was more than just generous. But that is what you admired about her.

Soshiro could really learn from the woman. Considering how close they were, you believed that some of her kindness would rub onto him but it seemed like he had no interest in changing his ways. Although you did appreciate him looking out for you all the time, he lost all your respect whenever he would pull another stunt of his.

He yet had to call you by your name too but you doubted that he would ever let go of that nickname. Pigtails. It was so childish and absurd, mocking, but on a level only a child would take offense to. Talking him out if it was not going to happen anytime soon, not because he would never listen to you but simply because you loved the hairstyle and refused to let go of it. And with his mindset, he would insist that you keeping it was an encouragement.

Whatever.

Your pigtails swayed left and right as you walked down the hallways in a pace that could be considered a strong jog. Folders and binders sat tightly pressed against your chest, threatening to slip out of your grip if you were to bump into something.

No time could be wasted.

For the past few weeks, you have been working on a training segment that could drastically improve the current training sessions and help the fighters understand the beats they face even better. Kafka was the inspiration for this project. His knowledge about the Kaiju has benefited the team many times and the both of you advocated that if you were to incorporate learning lessons into the training course, fighting Kaiju would be so much easier.

Unfortunately, it was on you to call the project to life. While Kafka was the inspiration and helped you come up with an impressive curriculum, it was your job as the operations Vice Leader to take care of the details, paperwork and lastly– the presentation.

Okonogi did offer you her help but knowing how packed her schedule is you did not want to add to her stress. Besides, this was your chance to prove that you were more than just a cute face– which lead you to another problem.

Pigtails has been making its rounds. You already found it blatantly unprofessional (and humiliating) for Soshiro to address you by that nickname but for your fellow colleagues to call you that? That was one brick too much.

At first it was only a select few, friends, who would beckon you with the alias, but all of a sudden more and more cadets, researchers and even Ashiro began to refer to you by the name. It felt more disrespectful rather than uncomfortable. Soshiro used to be the only one who called you by this name, now it has become all too common with the people..

"Pigtails!” You heard a voice that did not belong to the Vice Captain call out. In the room next to your right, which you already passed by, one of your coworkers stood in the door frame.

“Oh, good evening Mr. Miyagi.” Mr. Miyagi too worked for the operations department, but for a different division. He has been overseeing a few projects at the base for the past weeks and has grown rather comfortable with you.

So much that he did not feel like it was necessary for him to keep his distance or even ask if he could touch your pigtails.

“Your bravery is admirable, Vice Leader.” He grinned, testing how gravity worked on your two tails.

“Such a childish hairstyle at a place like this, not just anyone can pull that off.”

You smiled. Mr. Miyagi felt comfortable in his actions, playing dolls with your hair as if he had known you for ages. There was only one person you knew who was bold enough to dare pull such vulgar action off.

Within seconds, your hand grasped the other's wrist and forcefully pulled him off your head. The soft demeanor on your face was no more, only a cold and toxic smile.

“I have made peace with the image of cuteness that was bestowed upon me by my peers.” You squeezed his arm, hard.

“But I will not let this level of disrespect reach any greater heights. I am a Vice Leader for heaven's sake. I will have you know, Mr. Miyagi, as comfortable as you may feel around me, I will remind you that you and I are mere coworkers and the privilege of touching, no, being this close to me is one reserved for friends, family and those I tolerate.”

The man before you had yet to collect his jar off the floor. His gaze shakily met with yours, in desperate search for sarcasm but his search came out empty.

“I was wondering what took ya so long.” A new voice joined the scene, one you knew all too well and had hoped to avoid for just a little longer.

“We were supposed to meet ten minutes ago for yer presentation, but it looks like ya were occupied..otherwisely.”

Soshiro paused, his gaze now falling onto the man who was shaking in his boots more than before.

“Looks like Mr. Miyagi is spouting incomprehensible bullshit again. Did he bother ya?”

“Not any more than you normally do.” You replied, finally releasing the man from your grip. A long sigh of relief escaped from his lips but it came out more a gasp.

“I apologize Ma'am.” Without allowing either of you to hold him any longer, Mr. Miyagi fled the scene, leaving the two of you alone.

“Is there somethin’ on my face?” Soshiro's voice sat low in his throat as he stepped closer, closing the distance between the two of you. He had that irritating, soft smile on his face, the kind that felt like it was mocking you but in a friendly way.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Crossing your arms over your chest you gave the man a stern look. He simply chuckled, moving closer until he towered right above you. Back in kindergarten, the two of you were about the same height but you were indeed slightly taller than him. Now, he stood a few inches above you, not much but it was enough for his ego to feel elevated.

“Can ya blame me?” Soshiro twirled one of your curls around in his fingers. “Who wouldn't wanna put a cute nickname on ya?”

“I literally am blaming you, Soshiro.” Your stance stayed stoic, not moving or shifting as Soshiro tried to ride on your nerves again.

“Well, I've gotta admit that I'm a little salty about everyone calling yer by my special nickname. Especially morons like Miyagi.”

Soshiro's eyes lit up as his fingers moved from your hair down to your cheeks, gently caressing them. The motion felt heavily out of character, yet you stopped yourself from urging him away. His eyes shone so gentle and bright, with a tenderness strictly reserved for you. Your heart was torn between pushing him away or accepting him.

“Shouldn't we focus on my presentation..” The more he stared at you the more you found yourself flustered by his sudden closeness.

“Oh I'm paying attention.”

“I mean on the proje-"

“Consider it approved.”

Just like that??

The tension drastically shifted from heavy to palable. Soshiro's fingers still embraced your cheeks, his thumb drawing over your flustered skin like a painting. His face stood inches from yours, begging to close the distance between both your–

“I'm just playin with ya!”

And just like that the atmosphere shattered.

Within seconds, the man distanced himself from your confused figure, leaving not even a drop of the previous tension behind.

“Ya should have seen yer adorable little face, Pigtails, to die for!”

Soshiro fell into a pit of laughter. It felt mocking and extreme, like prickles of poison on your skin. You felt the muscle in your body tense and the helpless expression on your face shifting into a painful frown.

“You jerk..” You mumbled, head lowered to the floor. Soshiro immediately stopped in his motions and looked at you, eyes tearing wide open as he saw what state he had pushed you into.

“You disgusting jerk!” Slapping your binders and folders into his chest, you pierced him with one final glare before dashing out of the room.

“It wouldn't hurt ya to take me seriously every now and then, you know!” The door fell shut with a loud crash, leaving the Vice Captain alone in the space.

*

“You did what now?”

“I panicked..”

“The Hoshina Soshiro? Who towers over Kaiju and slays them in a moment's breath. He panicked? In front of his childhood sweetheart?” Ashiro found herself unable to accept the words Soshiro was handing her.

After yesterday's antics you were left in a state of bitter defeat. You walked into the office a deflating mess, unable to work properly or even hold a conversation with Okonogi. Your superior went straight to Ashiro to discuss her concerns and at exactly that moment, Soshiro entered the room.

Saying that both Okonogi and Ashiro felt highly disappointed was an understatement.

“It is one thing to bully the girl you like in kindergarten, heck even high-school, but at work? She is a grown woman with emotions and thoughts, what you did yesterday was utterly disrespectful and humiliating.”

Ashiro nodded her head, agreeing with Okonogi's preaching.

“And not to mention, she probably likes you too– or better said liked. After that little stunt you pulled I don't know if she wants to have anything to do with you anymore.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Soshiro turned his head towards the scientist in confusion, not enough threats in his head to connect the dots himself.

“Y/n, despite her looks, is not the soft type. If anyone did what you did to her in the past up till now she would be out for blood. But instead she lets you touch her hair and call her by this childish nickname.” Okonogi spoke, as if it was the most obvious thing.

Even Ashiro, who lacked a deeper level of connection with you, was able to comprehend your behavior towards the man.

It took Soshiro moments of silence to grasp the concept of the situation. He found himself regretting yesterday's actions even more as he realized that you wouldn't have pushed him away like he thought you would. No matter where life took him in the past, you always found your way back to him.

"You can't hog the animal plushies, you have to share them, Soshiro!”

“Students are not allowed to use the training rooms on the third floor, they are strictly reserved for the higher ranked students.”

“It’s just..I think I ran into an old acquaintance of mine yesterday. Here in the building. Haven't seen him in a while and we go like, wayyy back.”

He should have realized it sooner.

“You done fucked up.” Ashiro sighed, pulling the man out of his daydreams.

“Fuck..”

*

At this point it was more convenient for you to take a sleeping bag with you to work rather than renting the apartment near the base. All nighters have become a consistent part of your work life (and especially after what happened last week with Soshiro) you found yourself slacking off during the day and making up for it at night even more.

But there was nothing you could do about that. You'd rather lose sleep than hand over half assed assignments– or fall behind.

A soft knock against your office door allowed you temporary peace. It was Okonogi who had come to pick up the files you were supposed to hand her in the afternoon.

“I'll have them done by 9, I promise!”

You had bowed and apologized at least a thousand times, feeling truly terrible for delaying her work so much because of your personal problems.

You thought about what happened to Soshiro more than you would like to admit. It laid heavy on your mind and refused to let you rest. It was always the same with him and it made your heart heavier than it already is.

“Thanks again Oko-”

“Hey-”

Before the word could even make it into the air, you gently closed the door on the man. He had it coming. Knowing that made it feel a little less painful when you shut the door right in front of him but it still stung.

“Okonogi sent me to collect the folders.” Sounds of shuffles were heard, together with the arranging of papers. Then the door opened– but only a small slip, big enough for the folders to be passed through.

“Listen, I'm sorry.”

No answer followed his words.

“I haven't been easy on ya, ever really, and I..fuck..I don't know what it is, I'm sorry.”

“You've always been like this..just one big asshole..”

“Yes, I'm an asshole and ya don't deserve this kind of treatment. It's just..”

You shouldn't be feeling this way. Every fiber in your being just wanted to slam the door shut on the man, tell him to leave you alone for good and maybe threaten him in some kind of way..but this wasn't kindergarten. There was no Ms. Yuki you could call or any rule book that would back you up. If you wanted things to change you had to act on your own.

The both of you are adults now. And although old habits stuck to you like dirt did to a slug, there had to be an end to this childish mess.

The door moved open at a slow pace, revealing your dejected figure. “Do you hate me, Soshiro?"

Silence.

"What..? No, no. I..” Hurt and distress oozed off Hoshina's voice like blood from a fresh wound. It felt like he was almost offended that you would suggest that, yet he knew that his actions were to blame for you coming to that conclusion.

“We have been like this for ages, ever since we have known each other actually. The bickering, the mocking, the teasing..it just felt so natural to me..and I thought it was the same for you.” His voice was but a mere rough whisper at the end, that snuck around your throat.

One of Soshiro’s arms found its way around your waist, gently pulling you closer to his body. You felt his warmth surround you like mist, sending you into a soft trance. You would be lying if you said that being so close wasn't comforting .

“You're always pushing your goddam luck with me, Soshiro. I let you have these moments, I allowed the mocking and teasing because I thought you'd change. But..”

“So you believed in me?” You chuckled, shaking your head at his boldness.

“I always believed that one day the two of us could get past this stupid phase and, I don't know, become friends or something like that. Gosh, this sounds so stupid..”

In a gentle motion, two of his fingers found themselves under your chin, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“I've always wanted to get closer to you. Being a bother was the only way I knew how to get on your radar but I agree, we are grown now..”

You melted. You melted like butter under his touch and it felt relaxing to finally be at ease around him.

“Saying my name, my real name, would be a great start, Vice Captain.”

Your lips hovered right above Soshiros, ghosting over them and your eyes drank in his image with a subtle hint of need.

“Alright then, Y/n.”

The arm around your waist pulled you even closer, so that both your bodies connected. He pulled you in so tenderly, as if he was afraid to break the moment. Soshiro's breath lingered on your lips for a second, until his fell on yours. He caught you in a heated kiss, rough yet sweet and passionate. It held all the emotions, thoughts and wants he has been holding the past years.

And you felt, in the way Soshiro was holding your face in place with his fingers, that he has been wanting to do this for a long time now. You as well found yourself in this foreign experience, holding onto his shoulders for support and comfort and pressing down on them when he tried to deepen the kiss.

The moment lasted, until the both of you were forced to gasp for air.

His thumb ghosted over your lips, hungry and desperate for more and his lips curled up into a devious smirk as he saw the same emotions reflect in your eyes.

“This feels much better than having ya yell at me.” Soshiro's hands moved up to undo your pigtails as he spoke, allowing your hair to fall free.

“I guess Okonogi can wait.”

a/n: (rant) I always want to keep these stories short but then I'm scared that the pace is too fast and then it takes me days to write something I can tolerate ughh

[xkaidaxxxx]

Fortunate Ones

BAKUGOU X READER

Mentions: Corrupt Government, Quirkless, Injections, Pregnancy, Dad Bakugou, Fluff!

reblogs are appreciated! <3

There was a point in time where life was happy for everyone. Then one day things changed.

Those with Quirks lived a better life. Good homes, good environment, upperhand on job opportunities. Quirkless born have it rough. A child should have their quirk by the age of 5 and if not the government will give the child another year just in case they’re late bloomers. If no quirk is developed by the age of 6 they’re separated from their parents and put into the quirkless side of town, Although they are allowed to travel anywhere.They get paired with a good family. They’re not allowed to have any contact with their old family.

You grew up with Bakugou and Izuku. Yeah Bakugou was an asshole but you still followed behind him just as everyone else did. You and Deku had each other. Yes you were parted from your birth parents but the ones you were given too were great. They love you like their own. Deku went through the same thing which is why you guys are understanding each other. You thought you’d be with Izuku forever as besties and have a possibility to end up with Bakugou.

Izuku never told either of you about training with All Might. He couldn’t. He didn’t even tell you about getting into U.A. You thought you'd be going to school. You knew Bakugou got in and it hurt you like hell. Parting ways with someone you fell in love with. “ Since when do you have a quirk!?” You yelled at Izuku. “You’re a piece of shit for not telling her sooner.” Bakugou said. “ It’s not what you think,”Izuku said. He wanted to stay with his best friend. He wished the three of you could attend the best hero school there is. He cared more about being a hero. “ I can’t believe it. How..just have fun with your quirk Izuku. Bakugou have fun as well. I guess this is it…” you say tears running down your face. “Who knows…maybe we can meet up one day or whatever.” He said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. You smiled. “Y-Yeah..thanks. I’ll miss you guys more than anything.” you said. Bakugou hated it when he was forced into a group hug. He hates physical contact but tolerated it for you. He’s always had a soft side, though he's a total asshole. 

Everyone went their separate ways. You didn’t stay in contact with Izuku. He’s “too busy.” when in reality he didn't make time. He cared more about being a hero. Bakugou is very serious about it too but he tried and did make time even if it was talking on the phone or meeting up in the city going to places where Quirkless people were allowed in. Sometimes he’d even facetime with you at night even after a long and tiring day. Yes he’d knock out mid way with you but he made the time and it made you happy. 

As time went on Bakugou developed feelings towards you and finally confessed after becoming a hero and you two Immediately started dating. During the ending of highschool there was a bill being set. Quirkless people were not allowed to house with a quirk user unless married. Then 2 years later the bill passed. 

“We could always lie. We don’t have to worry about it. Let me handle it.” Bakugou said, holding you close. You were both 20 and ready to move out. Bakugou was making a great amount of money from being a hero even though he's young. You were in your 3rd year in college studying for business management and English language. You had a small business. It’s going very well. You always have orders coming in. “We can’t lie about it,Kats. If they find out then what?” you asked. “We’ll make it happen eventually.” he replied, pecking your cheek. You nodded slightly. It was your plan with him. Him becoming a hero, you finishing school and starting your small business then soon enough live together. You continued your homework. Thank god you’re the smartest in all your class and gained trust from your teachers. They’d give great recommendations for when you need a job. 

“Hey mom. I brought her to meet you. You’ll love her.” Katsuki said. He brought you into the living room. “Really!? All this time?” Mitsuki said, giving you a big hug. You returned it. She’s known you since a kid; she just never thought you’d end up dating her son. “You should’ve told me since you started dating her. Why did you keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, letting me go. “I told him I wasn’t ready not until I was almost done with university.” You answered. “We were planning to move in together but…the new bill was placed..” he said gripping your hand lightly. Mitsuki knows how much he loves you because when you and Bakugou started she noticed how much he started changing and in a great way. “You two are young. Still in the beginning of the new chapter. Us parents will be here to support you both.” Mitsuki said. 

When you and Katsuki turned 21 he proposed to you. While you were at work he decorated the dining room with candles and roses.(he lived on his own.) He made your favorite meal. The lights were dimmed. “Hey Kats. I'm here. What did you need help with?” you asked as you took off your heels. “Yeah I'm in the dining room,” he replied. You went over and blushed as you saw the lovely decorated table. You both enjoyed the food. You talked and laughed. “You’re such a romantic, it's cute. Thank you for this.” You said smiling. “I have one more surprise.” He walked over to you.” he replied and made you stand up. “ Where are you taking me?” you asked. “No No, just stand there okay. Close your eyes, loser.” he replied. You obeyed him. Bakugou took out the ring and got down on one knee. “Open.” he ordered. When you saw him your heart was racing. “Y/n I'm in love with you and you know that. You give me everything you have to offer. You always express your love to me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.” He asked. You nodded as you started crying with him. He slipped the ring on your finger. When the wedding happened a year later you both were so happy, loved and fortunate, very very fortunate. 

You must be wondering why? Well thank god you and Bakugou decided to try for a baby during the honeymoon and it happened. You were blessed twins, baby boys. During the time you were 7 months the government released the news about planning on injecting half of the quirkless females. An injection to stop them from reproducing. You had your babies and after you got approval from the doctor to have another child. You and Bakugou got to work. It was hard to take care of the twins while pregnant but you and Bakugou want a little tribe. 

“ Morning my wonderful boys.” Bakugou said to the twins who were awake and ready for their bottles. He carried both of them and got comfortable on the couch he fed both of them. Struggled but fed them. You were still asleep. He makes sure you get proper rest which is why he took time off work. To help you around the house another set of twins are on the way. You woke up around 9:30 am“Kats?Kousuke?Kensuke?” You called. “In the bathroom babe!” Bakugou said. He was giving the twins their baths. Kensuke was the calm one and Kousuke…sweet lord he’s the wild one. You walked in and saw Bakugou’s shirt all wet. The boys cooed and kicked as Bakugou made silly faces. Kousuke splashed water as Bakugou lifted him to scrub his back. “Let me help kats.” you said with a smile. It took about a good 30 minutes to bath them and have them all set . 

You had a small and cute gender reveal only you,bakugou, his parents, yours and your 2 siblings. It was inside the second nursery. Your sister knows the genders so she planned it. “You guys ready?” Mitsuki recorded. You and Bakugou took a deep breath and then let go as you both opened the closet. Half of it was filled with boy clothes and the other with girl clothes. You shared a kiss with Bakugou. Everyone clapped. “ I love you and our babies.” Bakugou said as he rubbed your bump. “ We love you too, loser.” you replied. Months later you pushed your beautiful babies out. 

You guys want a K family and you also wanted to have one more pregnancy. Hopefully you’re not one of the chosen quirkless females for the injection and lucky for guys you werent. By the time you and Bakugou were 26 you had 6 kids. 

Kids' names. K family. Eldest to youngest.

Kousuke Bakugou(m)

Kensuke Bakugou (m) 

Kyousuke Bakugou (m)

Kimiko Bakugou (f)

Kaoru Bakugou (f) 

Kaisei Bakugou (m)

You changed the kids out of their pjs and into cute clothes. Your mother made a family gathering. Bakugou hugged you from behind then nibbled on your ear whispering, “We should have one more, don't you think my sexy girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt his bulge. “ Go fix your problem in our room.” you said. “ Come on one more?” he begged, leaving a hickey on your neck. You saw the kids fall asleep as you packed up their diaper bags. “ Katsuki Bakugou no.” you replied. His hands roamed your body. When he got to your breasts you moaned as he pinched your nipples,you felt your milk leak a bit. “ one more.” he whispered in your ear and then licked your neck. “Fuck it.” you gave in. He was about to carry you away until baby Kaisei started crying. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Mommys boy for sure,” he said. You smacked him then carried Kaisei, rocking him in your arms. Bakugou looked at him playing with his little hand. Kaisei wrapped his hand around Bakugou’s finger and gripped it. When the kids do that to him he always ends up crying. You never knew why but he always smiles and pecks their hands in the process. 

The best part of it all is that your children grew up with quirks. When they got their quirks you and Bakugou were blessed. Blessed to be able to stay with your family. 

You both were blessed by God to keep your loving family.

[skittles-secrets]

his (adoptive) brother's best friend - jason todd x afab reader (he's ur roomate/frenemy)

what to do when you get cut off from your bestie and your roommate is your opp

your fingers were so cold in the winter air that they could barely even comprehend the fact that you were holding your phone to your ear, red with the chill. as soon as (your biggest opp you roommate who actually tolerates you) answered the phone, you spoke enthusiastically. "jasonnnn, hiiiiii!!"

he was.. not the most impressed to say the least in response to this. "what do you need this time?" it's so like jason to be like this. you're.. well.. you. he could never bring himself to stand you, no matter what team you were on together (you'd been through multiple.) does that mean anything? to jason, not really.

"got drinks with this dude for free drinks but he was kinda standdoffy and making fun of people who live in crime alley and it hurt my feelings because you live in crime alley so i thought of you and told him i had to go to the bathroom and left out the back door," you explained, the frown almost visible in your voice, "needa ride."

you sat down on a bench, 'in memorial of jim gordon' permanently engraved into the piece of metal nailed to the center of the bench. you huffed out a breath at the words on the bench, your warm breath mingling with the cold wind in a soft fog.

jason cleared his throat. oh no, was he sleeping? "why couldn't dick?" he inquired exasperatedly, seemingly fed up with your antics. you heard shuffling from his end. he must be in bed. you didn't even think to check the time when you called him. you felt bad, suddenly, but your cold free hand gripping against itself in your coat pocket screamed otherwise, so you stayed on the phone.

y/n sighed at that and answered with attitude, "i was cut off?? i swear you were there when bruce told me i wasn't allowed to bother dick while he's on patrol anymore." there was a slight slur in your tone. it wasn't bad, because you weren't drunk drunk, you were just drunk.

"must not have been, don't recall," jason retorted. "rude," y/n uttered, but she got where he was coming from having just been woken up by his annoying lady friend. but the cold was getting to her face now, and she couldn't even move her lips to talk.

she did this every month or so to at least one (adopted or biological) wayne child. she shared an apartment with jason, but always felt more comfortable being with someone like dick because he was never rude and always understood her.

" 'm on my way, taking your car, don't call again." he finished off with a beep to signal the end of the call. you let your phone, which was hot from the overheating because you used it for a call, drop to your lap, while your hand joined the other in your coat pockets. they were clenched in fists, trying to make up some lost warmth, but it wasn't doing too much to help seeing as the clouds looked like snow clouds.

you realized that you never really gave jason your location before he ended the call. your snap location was on, but you didn't even know if jason had snap or was even friends with you. you had a tendency to accept whoever requested to be your friend and not really checking the name or username. you guessed he'd figure it out since he was so confident that he wouldn't need another call from you.

you realized that he must have like a tracker on you when you caught a glimpse of your truck and license plate pull up to the curb close to your bench. you smiled at the sight, he didn't even take his motorcycle because he knew you weren't a fan, and especially so not when drunk.

you stood up and grabbed your little purse, triple checking for all your belongings, a measly $15 dollars in your wallet, a lip gloss, and pepper spray (you could never be too careful in a place like crime alley, everyone knew that.) that was all you brought, so you were free to stand up. that's what you did.

you walked up to your car and climbed in. jason didn't bother helping you up, he knew you were a big girl, and he wouldn't even do that for a girlfriend if he had one or even if they begged him to.

"thank you," you mumbled to him. he seemed tired, but he still got up for you. he only really nodded. the two of you drove back off to your quiet and humble apartment in silence.

m.list | next part

[book-place]

Sulking at the Gala

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader

Request: Heyyy!! I was thinking about batfam x batsis going to a gala and hanging out with the kids. She swears that she hates them, but she could never stay mad at a child for too long. Her brothers were kinda confused, because shy were you hanging out with little kids and not them? They were kinda jealous tbh. You'd be seen playing peekaboo with a baby or carrying them in the air like superman. Sorry if this made no sense, I wanted to keep it simple so you could kinda add/ change some things if you wanted to. Have a nice day!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You absolutely hate going to galas. You’re always miserable during them… right?

A/N: I didn’t know how to end it so… I just ended it 😭😭

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You pulled down on your dress with a grumble, a hard glare set on your face as you walked side by side with your family into the lavish building.

Bruce nudged your side with a glare, “Smile,” He urged desperately, “At least let the paparazzi get one picture of you being happy.”

Your own glare found its way to your fathers form, “I’ll smile when I’m back home in my bed, in my pajamas,” You hissed back.

It was no secret that you despised galas more than any of your other siblings, which is saying something. Not only did you hate the people there, but you also hated the fact that they always brought their kids. Kids were obnoxious and downright annoying. From what your family had gathered over the years, you had absolutely no tolerance for them.

When times came around that you were dragged kicking and screaming to a gala, you would sulk in the corner the entire time, glaring and snapping at any member of your family that tried to make you leave and interact with people.

“So, how much you wanna bet that Y/n sits down and doesn’t get up until this stupid party’s over?” Jason snickered, purposefully talking loud enough for you to overhear.

You marched over and punched him in the arm, not caring as Bruce chuckled nervously while glancing at the onlooking crowd. Dick and Tim laughed loudly as Jason scowled and rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder and even Damian smirked a little bit.

When you and your family finally surged through the sea of people at the door and were finally free to mill around, you automatically made a beeline to a corner table, snatching appetizers off trays as you went.

Your father sighed, running a tried hand down his face, “She can’t just try to enjoy one of these parties?” He groaned slightly.

Dick sighed, mockingly patting his shoulder comfortingly, “Guess she doesn’t find these nearly as exciting as you,”

He skipped off cackling with his brothers following closely on his heels, ignoring Bruce’s exhausted expression.

Your head snapped up when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, ready to tell your brothers off, but instead, you were met with the sight of a young girl- about four years old- smiling up at you bashfully.

“Hi,” She whispered shyly.

“Hi,” You greeted back dumbly.

“What’s your name?” She began rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Y/n,” You hesitated, “What’s yours?”

She grinned, “Makayla!”

About an hour had passed dully as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Jason all lounged around a table near the dance floor, bored out of their minds.

“Look at him,” Jason scoffed, eying Bruce from across the room as he laughed loudly at what some random ceo had said, “He enjoys watching us be miserable.”

Tim sighed, dropping his head back, “Now I know why n/n makes such a big deal about these things.”

“Speaking of,” Dick piped up, “How do you think she’s doing?”

“L/n?” Damian suddenly stuttered out.

Tim looked over at him incredulously, “Yeah, who else?”

“No, I mean look at her,” The young boy insisted.

All at once, all of their heads snapped over in your direction and their jaws dropped open, gaping at you in complete shock.

You stood with a large group of children surrounding you ranging from the ages of three to eight, all of them either standing or sitting around while looking up at you in awe.

The large smile on your face made them nearly die of shock as they watched you spin around with a small child in your arms, who was giggling like crazy.

“What is she-“ Dick choked out.

“She’s…” Tim couldn’t even form a full thought.

You put the kid down and bent down near two younger children and began playing peekaboo with them, watching with a smile as they burst out into fits of laughter.

“But… she does not like spending time with us during these galas.” Damian spoke up with a small glare in the childrens directions.

“She’d rather hang out with kids then us?” Dick shrieked in horror.

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

All four boys snapped their attentions to an amused looking Bruce, who stood behind them and watched as you ticked a close by kids stomach.

“Why is she-“

“Who knows?” Bruce cut Tim off with a shrug, “But at least she’s not sulking anymore.”

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe

[envy-of-the-apple]

LOVE the new fic. The betrayal literally made me tear up.

I was just curious would Gojo have given up on Ms. Moon if she were married or maybe had a kid.

oh fu c k such a good idea whydidn'tithinkofthis- (this got so long i am so sorry)

in the fic, ms.moon is pretty traumatized after the gojo incident to have any real relationships after.

But maybe ms.moon gets into therapy, works through the issues of intimacy. You meet someone, nice, kind. You settle down, have a kid. It'll be nice for a few years...but when gojo comes back into your life. he'll shut it down quick.

Gojo's worse than his high school self now. He might not beat your husband up, but that might be a blessing compared to the tsunami he's about to havoc on your family. Using his connections, he'll make sure your husband never finds a job in the entire city, the entire region even. He might even dig up something your husband did in his past, a small drug problem he had with highschool-something that would get swept under the rug normally, but with Gojo's scrutiny, it's about to become a lot bigger.

You could stop it. With enough begging. After you'd cry your heart out, he'd shush you, wiping away your tears, saying that he'd forgive you for your transgressions.

You'd be expected to divorce your husband. Your husband would be pretty pissed with your flimsy reasoning of 'my childhood bully isn't done with ruining my life' but then he'd remember that there is a reason the Gojo family is so big. And they don't take kindly to competitors who stand in their way. You'd understand why he lets you walk away without a fight, but a part of you wished he would have pushed more, even if the result would have remained the same.

It's your child who suffers the worst through all of this. Maybe you had a daughter. Perhaps gojo would be a bit more tolerant towards her if she looked like you but she was clearly her father's daughter. In the past, you adored it, now it's another curse for you.

You have to keep her away, for her sake. Gojo is already more than upset that you dared to start a family without him. Besides, why would you want her with you? Why would you want her to suffer under gojo's whims?

A part of you has to admit that it's also for your sake. You don't want your daughter to see you like that. Weak, rolling under that man's thumb.

She's probably just a toddler when you have to leave. She's too young to understand when you say 'mommy's going away for a while'. Maybe you'd lie to her, say that you're going overseas and when she asks if she can come with you, you'd shake your head because talking anymore would be too much because Satoru's waiting in the sleek black car right on the curb. It doesn't matter what you say, she screams and sobs the entire time.

You don't touch your ex-husband, you don't even hug because you know Satoru's watching. You just ask him to take care of her before you walk into the car, getting into the passenger seat. Your daughter's still begging you to come back. You make sure the car is out of her sight before you start sobbing.

There's a hand on your thigh, squeezing, a mocking act of comfort. You're sure Satoru's grinning.

"Aw. Don’t cry, baby," you can barely hold yourself back from slapping him, though you doubted even pain would wipe that look off his face.

The hand drifts up your thigh, playing with the hem of your pants.

"Once we have our own kids, you’ll get way too busy to think about your old one.”

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Al-Haitham Headcanons 03

For more Al-Haitham content: Tumblr MasterList

Have some Papatham or should I say Babatham headcanons!

As a dad, Al-Haitham is something else

This guy functions on rationality.

While he once said violence is a mode of negotiation, he isn't keen on it.

So when it comes to his kids, he will rationally walk them through whatever behavior they did that was deemed unacceptable, and explain it to them until they come to the realization that: oh yeah, what I did wasn't good.

He keeps his promises and doesn't go back on his word.

he said he’d take them somewhere? He’d get them something? He absolutely will

if he can’t because of circumstances out of his control he will communicate it to them in a way they understand

he will also make it up to them in some way. promises are to be kept.

no means no. He will not change his answer. Not easily…

As his kids get older, to encourage them to think and contemplate, he will offer them opportunities to "convince" him to change his mind through logical argument.

They fail most of the time, but the few times where they succeed are so sweet, they're giddy for like the rest of the day.

They even rush to you like: mama! Mama! I convinced baba, BABA! Can you believe it?! I convinced baba, to let me stay with *Amo (uncle) Kaveh for the weekend! Can you believe it? Baba?! I convinced Baba?!

Of course you'd just look at Al-Haitham like, “and I wasn't asked about this, why?”

You’re so proud of the kiddo. Al-Haitham is too, he looks very pleased with his child’s ability to debate.

if you ask him about it, he’ll go into great detail and even provide a commentary.

He might even consider giving them something to help them win against him in the future too.

Them winning arguments against their dad is a childhood highlight

Again, even if they’re his kids, Al-Haitham has little tolerance for them disrespecting you

While you insist that it should only be one parent disciplining a child at a time, if your kid disrespects you while you're talking to him, Al-Haitham will show up and stand behind you and give the kid a disapproving look.

His kids know about their father's lack of tolerance of disrespect towards their mother, so the kid knows what that look means.

he just stands there, like moral support for you. He knows you have to be the one to establish boundaries for your children

These kids are loved, but they are far from spoiled

The kids have a lot of access to books and literature. No surprise right?

Asking baba for a book is like asking him for a glass of water. He doesn't even think twice

For other things though...he's more difficult

Their Uncle Kaveh though? He is more likely to spoil them without thought.

especially if it annoys Al-Haitham or he said no.

Al-Haitham instead, especially as they get older, will again encourage them to "convince" him that it's a worthy investment.

How difficult it is to convince him depends, the kids have mixed success

This guy does not care about grades/academic standing.

he only cares so far as they don’t get kicked out completely: he wants them to get whatever certification they needed to support themselves through life

He is very open about his criticisms regarding the educational system.

his kids do well regardless

he wants the same comfort and freedom for his kids that he has secured for himself

[mrmeowski]

˚✦𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭✦˚

Synopsis: Yīn Chén Jingyi's parents hired you to care for him, as they were concerned about their child. You've only been working for him for a few months, but it still feels like you're strangers. Sometimes you questioned if he even noticed your presence in the house. He is a game programmer who spends much of his time holed up in his room, drowning in his grief. During his episodes of depression, he freaks out and refuses to reason out why. It was your responsibility to keep him calm and be his shoulder to cry on. Will you be successful in your job?

CW: Depression, angst, sexual thoughts, possessiveness, slightly suggestive

Pairing/s: Depressed.M.Yandere x Caretaker.GN.Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

It was a damp, chilly night. The magnificent moon in the night sky gleamed brightly and nicely through the windows. Even though you had another companion in this residence, it didn't feel right—the deafening silence that filled the passageway, as well as the agonizing loneliness. Occasionally your thoughts wandered to the man trapped inside his room; "How can he survive like this?" and so on, but you didn't want to pass judgment.

Because the man never left his room, even for lunch and dinner, you had no idea if he even showered. You would come knocking on his door and either hand him a meal. The stairs creaked beneath your weight when you climbed to your destination. As you were ready to knock on his door and lend him his dinner, you heard him mutter something.

Though it was muffled, you managed to pick what he whispered to himself, "How can a world like this be so horrible to its inhabitants... Why must fate treat an already broken soul poorly? Have I done something to be treated this way? Is there even a God that watches over us or has He long abandoned us?" You sighed deeply as you opened the creaking door. 

He was certainly having another episode, and you didn't want it to get any worse, unlike the prior time when you were still new. The room was silent save for the shattered man's tears, and your footsteps echoed through the dreary bed chamber. 

You gazed at the dark-haired man, who was slouched in his chair with his head down and hair obscuring his pale face. On his desk were some empty and half-full anti-depressant bottles, dirty and clean clothes, and textbooks on the floor, but you said nothing about the mess. You'd offer to help him clean his room, but he always declined.

"Hey, Jingyi..." you whispered softly, and he peered up at you. His eyes were red and puffy, and seeing him in such anguish was heartbreaking. You placed his dinner in an empty area at the desk. "You know, I'm always available—you can reach out to me whenever you want to talk about something." Gradually extending your hand, you gripped his shoulder, expressing comfort and support, but he suddenly drew away.

He dislikes physical touch and is not used to it, yet he was impacted by both your gentle words and the comforting touch of your hand. However, his mentality will not allow him to be happy even for a moment.

"But isn't that your job...? To look after me?" His voice was poisonous as he gazed down at you; there was no feeling in his eyes, only a hollow hole in his soul. "The sole reason why you're staying around is because you're getting paid... None can tolerate me—all of them left since I was so much of a 'burden' that the money wasn't worth it." It was terrifying how his mind infects itself with lies, and you're not sure how to mend it that is if you can.

You were aware that before accepting the position, his parents had another caregiver. She sought to stay because it was free money. She hardly had to do anything, but the man had a reputation for getting aggressive if pushed too hard. That was what occurred to you before: he tossed books and other items at you while demanding for you to leave his room. Perhaps that is what happened to her, but you are unsure because there isn't enough information concerning her.

"Sure it is my duty to provide for your needs and that I also get paid for staying here yet I keep staying even if occasionally things become rough. I'm concerned for you and your well-being, what can wealth do if I knew I failed to assist someone in need when I knew I could've?" His face was unreadable as he glanced away.

Should you leave him be or stay by his side 'till he expresses his want to be alone? His countenance remained blank, and he sat motionless, which added to the turmoil in your mind as you considered your next move.

Following what felt like decades of drowning silence, the man in right in front of you spoke, "Thank you..." His voice was raspy and physically worn out as he pushed himself to keep going, "It's easy to become isolated in this space. In this whole household... It's a relief to have you here." He still refused to gaze directly into your eyes, preferring to concentrate on the medication on his table. "Do you think they help?" You pondered it for a moment, seeking to find the perfect words to tell him because you were reluctant to hurt him.

"I believe that they do help, yet," you started, not exactly intending to lie to him, though you were also reluctant to tell him the whole reality, "it's not a long-term fix. At times, you still need somebody to talk about your situation and experiences." You wanted him to come out of his shell along with trying other methods to assist him conquer his depression since clearly, his present way of life wasn't working out.

"Perhaps you're right..." His tone became a soft whisper, "It's just difficult to speak up..! To be completely sincere, I'm somewhat embarrassed of my emotions because I can't properly express them." He muttered monotonously, nervously fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. "I'm scared that I'll be judged, of becoming a joke to others; I'm worried that when I grow exposed to someone, they'll abandon me... deceive me. That's precisely why I became a game developer—it's the only means by which I can express how I feel without others mocking them." He eventually glanced at you, his eyes poised to cry up again, and his lips quivering. "Y-You... You won't be like them, will you? You're not simply claiming these things? Just speaking to you... takes a toll on me." A ping of sorrow swirled in your heart; in all your years caring for him, you'd never seen him this transparent.

You were glad you were making some progress since he felt at ease discussing details with you.

"I won't—I utter these words with a purpose, and that goal is to see you in a better light." Your hand moved to his cheek again, this time subconsciously.

It simply cannot help; after all, physical contact is a means of expressing your affection for someone. He flinched and stiffened at first, but then relaxed slightly.

He sighed as he commenced, "Thank you again... I'm truly very grateful." He hesitantly took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. "You know [Name], the world that we exist in... is overrun with misery and sorrow. Humans are selfish, greedy, and narrow-minded creatures." He sighed, his hold tightening slightly from his simmering rage and disdain.

You could only nod and listen to his shattered story. He delivered a long and bitter monologue about his background and suffering, his disdain for the world, and his philosophy. An extended outburst in which he expresses all of his anguish, as well as his melancholy and depression. He believes his heart and intellect will shatter into billions of bits. He feels like he might have done something wicked if you hadn't been present.

"Humans aren't just bad—they're undoubtedly revolting! The lowest of the low. The things that we carry out to achieve our selfish ends. How we destroy one another and our planet. The deceptions we spread to destroy a person... the fact that we use those who claim to be friends like tools to seize our goals. It's vile; can't those people not see or think of the person they've played with and had fun with? It's as if the misery of others makes them feel satisfied... makes them feel dominant and in control."  He shook his head, and rage-filled tears began to stream from his eyes. "I can't change it... never." He held his gaze locked on the floor.

"Hey... pay attention to me, Jingyi." He was hesitant yet ultimately obliged. "You might not be able to alter reality, however, you can make yourself never to be like them, and you can motivate others via your games, which you said is the only way you could express yourself, right?" He nodded, understanding what you were saying. "Then you could share the message—make others see the consequences of their actions." He smiled briefly until his lips formed a line.

"Huh... I thought of that too, but I was worried they wouldn't get it or want to play it, because who would engage in something that is so—" You quickly caught him off before his mind completely corrupted itself and shut the notion off again.

"But you haven't yet attempted it yet!" He remained motionless for a moment, staring up at you through his tears.

You simply can't help but wipe it off his face with your thumb which made him embrace the warmth of your hand.

"Hmph... I am not sure. But perhaps you could be correct. You know... you have an unexpected amount of patience with me..." That comment made you chuckle, causing his brows to knit together. "Is there... anything humorous with that?" He relaxed his grip on your hand, nearly letting go.

You quickly addressed the potential uncertainty, "I-I just find you adorable! I wasn't... I didn't mean anything else." This time, he was the one laughing, pressing harder into your hand, causing you to turn red, which he probably noticed.

"I see, well... you're fairly cute too, stunning even." You swear you felt his lips brush against your palm, but you hastily ignored the possibility.

"Thank you! I... you're also quite good-looking." You grinned nervously, feeling his cheeks flush.

Even though he was still feeling low and wasn't used to connecting with individuals other than those written in code, chatting with you made him feel better than before. You got him to smile sincerely, something he hadn't done in what felt like a millennium. He chose to push additional buttons after all, you had said to try new things... So, why not try it here, with you?

He whispered under his breath, half-lidded eyelids, "I can't bear such an ovation from a deity... a divine being such as yourself, [Name]..." There was an expression engraved in his features that you couldn't quite figure out. "Do you have faith that there remains hope for finding joy within this cruel, monochrome world?" Your lips dropped a little, and he shifted the subject so swiftly that your mind couldn't thoroughly evaluate his initial statement in time.

"Of course! There will always be a possibility of anything." You opted to dismiss it again, assuming you had been hearing things or misinterpreting them.

Instead, you kept wiping away the small tears that were falling. Your hands were warm... Your touch was pleasant and soothing. It was addictive for him, and he could feel his entire being drifting off in response to your actions. He experienced something new in someone's touch... warmth. He simply felt your delicate hand on his cheek. It placed him into a trance. Almost immediately, when you first stepped foot in his freezing home, a warm aura enveloped you, and he regretted not getting closer to you.

However, there was one thing that bothered him significantly. He was merely a blemish in the world, vulnerable to being used as a toy and discarded when they became bored, whereas you were clearly something more. Why would you worry about something as pointless as him? So meaningless that even his own family had abandoned him to perish in this home, where others only treated him for money?

"[Name]... do you honestly believe a mere shattered soul such as me deserves to be handled like a person?" His silky voice was tinged with anguish; he had suffered in the past... a lack of concern for others.

His fears and sense of worthlessness were greater than you had anticipated. It was almost astounding how low he thought of himself. A simple compliment cannot only lift him. You realized he still didn't think you and your acts were sincere.

"Everybody deserves to be handled kindly... at least the majority of them do. You're among those deserving people, and if you're continuing to have doubts concerning my actions, remember that I'm doing this from the bottom of my heart." This was the final straw, he couldn't hold his emotions in and jumped at you.

This causes you two to land on the cold hardwood floor. Before you knew it, your shirt was moist with his tears as he wailed uncontrollably. The man had forgotten what it was like to feel warm towards someone... He had never felt understood or loved like this before. He spent the majority of his life isolated in his room, his only source of consolation being the characters that appeared on the screen of his computer, but this was never enough. He couldn't touch or feel the twirling figures because they were always hidden by glass. He had no hope of being with them, of feeling their warmth that could melt his cold heart.

"I... I swear to you this: I am going to do everything I can to live a life deserving of this generosity and empathy that you have shown me. Eventually, these actions you made... I will pay them back twice more. All of the emotions that you made me feel, I will give the same for you." He tightly wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"There's no need for that, you know?" He thought it was quite selfless of you to accomplish all of this and not want anything in return.

It was too good to be true; he had been waiting to wake up while lying in bed or on the floor, drowned in his own tears, with no one to comfort or help him. But minutes had gone, and he continued to lie with you on the floor. It felt fantastic like he'd finally been appreciated. He was not accustomed to being listened to, let alone cuddled without ulterior motivations. You were a breath of fresh air he had been eagerly seeking and longing for.

He allows all the tears to fall freely onto your shoulders. He felt protected, heard, and loved—he tasted heaven. Following a flood of emotions, he smiled through the tears. A stunning smile. It's a smile that says he discovered happiness despite his dark and horrible life.

"I may still be trapped in this dreary world, yet I'll never going to be alone anymore when you're at my side... perhaps you are an angel." Looking intently into your eyes, his were filled to the brim with ecstasy and affection.

You chuckled lightheartedly, finding his praise delightful, correcting him, saying "I wish I was—but it's what someone would typically do—helping the ones who are down and desperate." He wished that was true, but in the years he had graced this unfair world, he had rarely met anyone with the same mindset.

"That's what an angel would say..." he whispered, and as he buried his head more into the crook of your neck, he added, "Word for word." You smiled, smoothing a bit of his hair back; it was surprisingly soft to the touch.

You had no idea that the man's face was as blazing as the fiery gates of the terrible depths below. He clung to you like a forlorn puppy, seeking love and care after being abandoned by soulless humans. He clutched you tightly in his arms, frightened he would lose you if you didn't.

Overwhelmed by so many distinct feelings, his mind couldn't cope as they continued to pound in his head. The sheer possibility that his life could have a future... There is still some brightness in this earth... It is too much for him to take. He started crying again, but this time it was tears of excitement rather than grief. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning, and he wanted it to go on. Is that what they call feeling butterflies in your stomach? Was he now feeling love? He wasn't used to it, regardless of what it was. He accepted it with wide arms, and he will want it in the coming years.

He took a deep breath and attempted to speak, his voice shaky and hoarse, "You're the one that saved me from this never-ending suffering... An existence that solely holds misery and pain in its wake. My rescuer, my little angel of light." Closing his eyes, your heart halted as he leaned in, your lips touching his.

He kissed you passionately, wanting to show you how much his heart and soul are in your hands, as well as how much he trusts you with his life. It was his way of expressing gratitude. His quick action surprised you; you had no idea he wanted to kiss you. You could feel his hand roaming the back of your head, deepening the kiss, as his body forced you down on the floor, trapping you. His kisses had turned urgent.

You can't bring yourself to push him away, and you'd probably be lying through your teeth if you claimed you didn't like it. After what felt like ages of kissing, he eventually broke the kiss, releasing a string of saliva from both of your lips. He peered down at you as if you were his prey, and he was the hunter looking down at his prize. His unhinged expression made the hair on the back of your neck spring up, sending thrills down your spine.

His eyes raced around, savoring every part of your face before settling on your body; quick and ragged hot breaths exited his mouth. A sly smile slowly sliced his face, and he felt joyful, genuine contentment. His ambitions and aspirations had finally come true; those anime figures he had so many fantasies about having fun with could now be fulfilled with you.

The man blushed like never before, not even while watching porn. None of this resembled anything else. If he could, he'd rip your clothes right now and do as he pleased. You'll be satisfied with that, right? You said you'd do whatever to make him happy...

"I'm... I-I'm sorry I didn't..." Unfortunately, he must be patient and deal with his hardened urges for the time being.

"It's alright! Just eer... impuuulsiveness?" You paused with your remarks as if you were merely looking for excuses for his conduct. Thankfully, he accepted it and gently nodded. "Y-You know, Jingyi, a smile on your face doesn't seem so bad! It fits you rather well!" Taking your gaze away from his mad expression, you hesitantly extended your palm to his face. "You should do it more often..." His cheeks had a subtle glow that had grown stronger with your statement and soft touches.

"Do you really think of that? You flatter me, but I... wouldn't think so [Name]." He realized he was repeating himself so much that he was scared you'd grow bored of him, but his thoughts contradicted that concept; he simply couldn't get enough of your compliments. "I can't take such a compliment from you; I should have been giving it all to you..." With open ears, he listened to your words and realized he couldn't get enough of you—you had become a narcotic to him, and he was fully addicted.

"Of course I mean it! Why should I not?" He merely hummed in answer, a devious smirk on his face. It appeared that he had calmed down somewhat before you entered the room, so you proceeded, "Hey, it's getting late and you haven't had a bite. Come on, let's have dinner!" The meal that you had first placed on his table had gone cold, but that didn't matter at this point.

"Hmm... I would really love to have dinner with you." He rose and rubbed the back of his neck in shame. Lifting you, he muttered sheepishly, "S-Sorry... I can't contain myself. Were you hurt?" Throwing himself at you was immature, even animalistic, but it also felt fantastic.

You chuckled, "No, it's perfectly fine! It means you're able to talk about your tale with me." He nodded, the tiny concern in his heart gone.

But when you turned away to get his dinner, you missed his whisper, "You're my new world [Name]..."

The two of you sat down and began eating together, and you noticed Jingyi sneaking glances at you although you remained silent. You simply want to enjoy the brief time you're given with him until he falls back to his old habits. The man couldn't stop smiling as he looked at your relaxed physique; it was as if you were the most gorgeous thing he'd seen.

After your nice supper, he requested that you watch a movie, which you gladly accepted. He was starting to come out of his shell, and you're not one to say no. He even snuggled with you as though you were a plush toy, burying his face in your hair. He couldn't be happier right now. Perhaps if you both had... intercourse—or, at the very least, marry him then it will double his joy. Oh, and he'll make it certain that no one interferes with his schemes, not even you.

The lone guy was no longer in the prison he had made to safeguard his little vulnerable heart from the cruel world that sought to exploit him. It was like he had found a reason to live; you are a drug that he can't get enough of; you move him closer to heaven. He cannot go back now, and unlike narcotics, this will not harm him in the long run. His admiration for you is infinite, more so than the galaxies above.

Long before the film ended, you fell asleep in his warm embrace. In contrast, he remained watching you until he too fell into a deep slumber. Even while sleeping, his mind was calm and content. He can't believe you'd invest your time and effort in someone like him without ill intent. You were truly a miracle.

In the dark of night, as the midnight chime rang, after he had ensured you had long fallen into an unwakable sleep, he stopped pretending to be sleeping, which he nearly failed... It can't be helped when he's with someone who exudes such ease. With your body now completely his, soft fingertips traced your jawline, loving every detail of your features. His touch was gentle as if one incorrect move might break you like glass.

His gaze moved from your face to your body, where every curve and flaw was a work of art in his eyes. You were live proof that humans were created by God. He has touched and tasted you, but it does not satisfy his insatiable appetite because he has yet to go further. His teeth brushed against your soft skin as he approached your neck to take a bite.

As he kept sucking on the side of your neck, he let out a quiet groan of pleasure. It tasted so sweet, and he pondered if it could be even sweeter down below. Silly little ideas had made him feel warm and fuzzy under his trousers. Fortunately, you were sound asleep; otherwise, you would have felt it and his mounting urges, which may or may not have scared you away. He wouldn't want that, he can't imagine a life without you.

He will ensure that you never leave his side, just as he will not leave yours. Even death cannot separate the two of you. It won't hurt for him to be a little selfish, will it? After all, this fractured world has stripped him of everything. It took both his soul and body and ruined his mind, forcing him to view reality at such a young age. But he will not allow them to take you away from him. He was selfless and naive at the time, making him the ideal target for their little plaything.

You are his alone, and he will go to tremendous measures to maintain it that way. Don't even think you can get out of this when you discover his deepest and darkest desires... You accepted this position and his conditions, and you agreed to stick with him.

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[jymwahuwu]

I'm ascending with all this yan Jing Yuan content, thank you for feeding us 🙏

Ngl you got me giggling and kicking my feet over this stupid man thing, affectionate.

But have you considered Jing Yuan subtly using Yanqing?

Jing Yuan knows you have a soft spot for the kid, it's hard not to, he's very endearing, and knows you'd never do anything to hurt the kid.

Yanqing is very oblivious to his guardian's true nature, he just thinks you're a bit bashful is all about dating the general. The kid adores you and always begs you to come visit, how can you say no to him?

You don't want him to ever be afraid of you, it'd hurt your poor heart too much, so you never lash out when Yanqing is nearby and tolerate Jing Yuan's antics.

Jing Yuan, being the rat bastard he is, would use this to his advantage.

But I also love the idea of Yanqing being a platonic yan for you, always clinging to you when you're walking the streets of Luofu. Keeping tabs on things that you like or people you interact with to keep dear ol dad in the loop, definitely might've eliminated someone who got a little bit too chummy with you or most likely went to Jing Yuan later on and in a few days that person is suddenly convicted of a serious crime.

You three are like a little family to him, poor kid has always wanted a mom and you're perfect! You seem to fawn over him and when does accidentally calls you mom/mama/etc you never correct him, if anything you encourage him to do so since you believe he needs a maternal figure (also to balance out Jing Yuan's influence over the boy)

Yan Yanqing is highly aware that you're weak to his whims, so he's going to take advantage of it. He really is like Jing Yuan in that sense, but his love for you is purely familial.

Sorry for rambling djxjcjcj I just got excited about the possibilities

Both possibilities are fantastic 🙈😚💕And sorry for taking so long to reply like I lost touch on another planet🥺

TW: yandere(jing yuan), platonic yandere(yanqing), non-con

You can't resist this precious cinnamon roll, especially with his puppy eyes on the attack? He tells you about his experiences in Cloud Knights. Yanqing may act proud in front of you and crave recognition and praise.

If you tell him that your relationship with Jing Yuan is not the expected couple relationship. He is just harassing you. This truth will break the heart of this child. Jing Yuan is aware of this and uses it as an excuse to bring Yanqing to visit your home, groping you in the kitchen while you prepare your afternoon tea, and putting his fingers in your panties. You still hold the tray of milk and cookies in your hands as you flee from the kitchen, panting.

If Yanqing is platonic yandere? The core of platonic yandere! yanqing is: He is afraid that you will leave him and the general, and disappear silently from the long life. After all, you have nothing to do with them or have an obligation to be around them. You can leave anytime. He feels care and sincerity in you. He wants him to have a mother who loves him. Is it that difficult?

Just like what you described! When you wandered the streets of Luofu, Yanqing followed you closely, helping the general watch out for all possible threats. Yanqing noticed that there is a guy who is too close to you - why are you giggling when talking to him? He even grabbed your hand and confessed to you? Never mind, this dangerous man will be deported to a remote planet soon 🫡

[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish - Part 12

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: It has been a super long time since I've posted, like a year or more. I'm going to try to post weekly, but it depends on my schedule. As for a tag list, I'll be starting a new one – please send me a message to be added to the tag list. I don't always get to look through comments, so please message me.

Note Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 2700 (SO LONG)

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start

It turned out, in Angus's mind, the dog turned out to be a good distraction for you. It kept you from running around because you found yourself always training the dog. She was an angelic thing, who always got into some kind of trouble along the way. Your whole life you've been much of a rule follower, but as of recently you were finding you had a lot in common with the dog.

With this being said, you have yet to find a name you'd like for her. Often you found yourself filling the boredom by naming old fictional characters you loved when you remember the character Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. Outside from being incredibly charming, he was intelligent, kind, and had patience and devotion for the ones he loved. You imagined you had a lot in common with Anne Shirley or you hope you did. And with that thought, you named the dog Blythe.

Jamie enjoyed watching you work with the mischievous creature. He could tell this was the first time you were filled with joy since you arrived in Scotland, "Why don't you go over and talk to the girl," Murtagh said from next to him.

He shook out of his daze, acting like he wasn't doing anything weird, "I like my bullocks, thank you."

Murtagh shook his head, "She wouldn't have that mutt if it wasn't for you, you know."

The men continue to work around and pack things away, "You and I both know she is a stubborn woman, if she wanted that dog enough she would have got it without myself or Ned mentioning a word."

"Coward," Murtagh whispered to Jamie.

"Damn right," he chuckled back.

You were working on the pups reactivity and word commands. While growing up you didn't get to have a pet, but your mother told you about when she raised dogs as a child. Your family moved around a lot, so having a pet wasn't in the cards. "Don't get too comfortable girl, we're going to be off soon," Angus barked at you from afar.

You turned around losing the smile on your face. With the time being away from the castle, you still hadn't earned much trust and you most definitely didn't give the men much energy. Outside of the pup, you were like a empty soul and it was coming to be more evident with every passing day. The dog plopped herself next to you watching Angus with her tongue out. Even Blythe was better respected and well liked by the men, even Angus though he'd deny it if anyone commented. Their acceptance of the dog made you more tolerant to their attitude and patriarchal manner. "Yes master," you bow.

"It's nice you are starting to learn your manners," he smirked back while making gestures towards the men.

With a deep inhale and low tolerance of attitude today you started to trudge towards your horse, "It was sarcasm, idiot," you grumbled.

He appeared to have the same tolerance of my attitude, "Watch your tongue girl or you'll get it cut off," Angus advanced forward while gripping his dagger.

Jamie and Murtagh were about to make a move when another man's voice appeared, "Everything alright miss," a British voice caught your attention.

Angus directed an aggressive response to the man. You turned to look at the man and in your daze started to register things about this man. He had a proper accent, boots, and his hair read a gentleman. He was clearly a British soldier and he could mean serious trouble. You turned to look at Jamie for a split second before charming a smile, "Excuse me sir," you asked, ignoring the comments from the other man to rile this man. This was not the time and place.

You could tell the tension with Dougal increased. He didn't trust what you would say, "I was asking if you were alright," he stepped forward again, ignoring the men behind you.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to hear all that, sir. You shouldn't have had to hear a lady speak out of tune like that. It was very unbecoming of me," you looked embarrassed. Let's hope your acting skills are up to par. You ignored Murtagh mutter unbecoming to make fun of you, "It's just Angus here is a very, very, very," you paused to look at him, "Very distant cousin." You turn back to smile at the officer, "I sometimes gets so overwhelmed by his voice and tone I just lash out. I apologize," you put you hand on your heart. The dog looked up at you oddly, not recognizing your behaviors.

He smiled at you, not acknowledging the grumbling Scots behind you, "Not necessary, my lady I understand quite well actually." He bent down to scratch the puppy sitting in front of you, "I'm sorry your accent."

You scratch the back of you neck, "Right, I must sound so improper. I'm Y/N O'Mulligian. I came to visit some family here from the colonies at my brother's request. He said I could use some real life hard work. He likes to call me a debutante," you sent him a teasing smile.

Responding well to your story, he rises and smiles at you. A relief was lifted off your shoulders, you were almost past this moment when Dougal interrupted, "Enough," he shouted, "She is the guest of the clan MacKenzie and her business is none of yours." You clearly spoke too soon because the officers defenses shot back up.

"So off you go," Angus finished.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "Are you sure you are alright, miss," he looked unshaking at you. He clearly felt so much privilege he did not care remotely about the strapping Scottish men standing around him. You wanted to smack yourself in the forehead how stupid these men had to be to not recognize the importance of this one man.

Dougal looked as if he was going to fight the man. You put your arm on his bicep to stop him, "Of course, good sir," you smile, "It's nice to know chivalry is not dead. I have more hard work to learn as you can see, it was very nice meeting you."

"Pleasure is all mine," he smiled back before frowning around the man watching this moment. He backed away into the blacksmith area to continue his work.

A minute passed by and you felt a firm grip on your arm drag you towards your horse, "It's best you didn't speak," Dougal scolded in your ear.

Anger surged through your body and it took every fiber of your being to say nothing. But as you were shoved onto your horse, you looked in the direction of the soldier and back at Jamie. You knew if you yelled it'd bring attention to Jamie, a fugitive to the English Army.

You continue to seethe on the ride. Blythe sat up, doing her best to see over the horses head to look ahead. "What's the dog's name," Jamie trotted next to you.

"Blythe," you muttered directly.

"What a cute English name," he emphasized on one word of his sentence.

You pulled back on your horse and halted, "Excuse me?"

He chose to stop with you, trying to not say directly what he'd like to say. It's been odd between you and Jamie. You weren't sure if you were pushing him away out of anger or fear, but none the less at this moment it appeared to be anger, "Nothing, it's a cute name."

A sarcastic laugh left your mouth, "No, no, you had a tone," the man halt to watch another scene unfold, "You clearly have something you want to add, some hidden message you feel you want to hide. Say it."

"Nothing, you seem to just like the English a bit more than an Irish Woman from the colonies I thought would," he said like his words meant nothing. It didn't matter the fact that maybe he felt jealous or he had a right to comment on any intention or likes you have. That comment engulfed your whole body into volcano, hell fire fiery.

Heat was written all over your face and Murtagh didn't have enough time cool down your fire with rationality, "The boy is just saying, you were awfully chummy with the Brit," Angus chimed in, "like a girl in heat."

And there goes Mt. St. Helen, "Un-Fucking believable, do you know how fucking dumb you are, like every single on of you are just egg head fucking dumb," you scream enough to make the echo quake the woods around you.

"Lass," Ned sent a warning your way.

Tears started to brim your eyes and Jamie knew he'd set you up to fail again. You point to Ned, clearly a man of reason, "That man back there," you continued to yell, "Was an English Officer out patrolling." You looked to Jamie and everything deflated in you. Everything from the past and the reality of your new world just collapsed in your soul, "I was trying to save you."

A sigh leaves your lips and you talk lightly while using your hands to emphasize your point, "Men are idiots and will always fall for charm, so I used mine to protect you all," you continued to go on, "Call me a hussy, I don't care. And that plan to charm the officer actually worked until you opened your trap, my lord," you bowed your head at Dougal. Something than broke in you, in that moment, you were exhausted at being angry. You had no more fight in you. You gave Jamie another look, "I was scared. I was trying to save you," you whisper.

Taking a deep breath, you dismounted from you horse, "Now where are you going," Angus shouted at you.

The anger stirred up again, spinning around to look at him, "To relieve myself, thank you," you speak loudly while stomping into the woods.

You knew what Dougal did to Jamie in the pubs and you weren't sure why. It wasn't much of your business, but you could see it chipping into Jamie. You were stuck again in your thoughts, give into this new world and let these people in or continue to bury who you knew you were inside a dark cave and never leave.

The ride to the next village was quiet, especially after finding Scottish men hung out on display. You wanted to vomit at the lack of humanity in the cruel act. If this was the normal the British did to Scots, I'm not all shocked of their lack of kindness and trust towards me. I'm sure I wasn't helping the matter either.

When you got to the pub, you chose to join in with the drinking. The owner made a bee line as Blythe trotted behind you and laid at your feet, "Lass, we do not let do-," he stopped mid sentence from the look you were giving him. You were sitting up straight, dead face.

"You were saying, sir," you answered curtly.

"What can I get for you miss," he finished instead.

"A pint of whatever, I am not picky," you said, resting your feet on the chair in front of you.

The men went a distance away from you, you imagine to process the thing they just witnessed. A man approached you with a smile on your face and you shake your head putting your other foot on a chair and shoving it away from your table. He quickly turn around, "You'd make more friends if you weren't so prickly."

Murtagh patted at the dog, "My expression and acts are nothing but kind, sir." He shook his head, "Plus, I don't need any more friends when I only need you."

He chuckles, looking at Jamie, "It was a kind thing you did with the soldier. I'll be the only one to admit, that was a good eye you have."

"Don't think much of it, it was also self preservation because I'm not a exactly the kind British soldiers have a keen sense to protect," the man brought you your pint and you started to drink while you viewed in your surroundings.

He pointed at you, "You like everyone to think you're this cold hearted she witch."

"Maybe I am those things," you said like it didn't bother me to have that reputation.

Murtagh shook his head, "You are quite the opposite lass and the only person you are hurting are you." You roll your eyes sighing as he looks at your with a smirk, "And maybe a red headed boy who I suspect would do anything to see you smile once again." You sit up straighter as Murtagh stands while looking at you, while gesturing to Jamie. He lifts his eyebrows speaking you the truth, "Don't think I only talk to you because your good company. I get sick of seeing the boy mope around with his worry for you. A single smile from you can set his day."

You glare at him as your cheeks warm red, "Mind your business."

When he walks away, you sit and continue to process your reality and options. Every now and again you catch a glance at Jamie. You could see his expression and the change in him over the last few weeks. You stand walking your glass over to the bar with Blythe walking behind you. You could tell Dougal was about to start his speech. He wouldn't need Jamie today if you guessed right. Those hanging men were part of this community they didn't need to see Jamie's scars. You leaned against a pillar near Jamie, "You alright," you asked him catching eyes with Murtagh.

You shake off his knowing look. Jamie stood up straight looking at you bewildered from the sudden change in your demeanor, "Are you talking to me?"

"Don't make it a thing, just answer the question," you whisper.

"Aye, I'm fine," he whispers back, glancing at you for a second too long into silence. He clears his thoughts, "If you don't mind me asking, what changed your mind with speaking to me?"

You smirk, "Murtagh paid me."

He shook his head, "Sure," he was trying to hold back a smile. Something appeared to pop up in his head, "Look Deoiridh, I'm sorry about."

"No," you stopped him, "Jamie, I'm stubborn and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not from a place like this, so."

You noticed a change in his eyes when you said his name instead of Mr. MacTavish. This is where he stopped you, "I only want to help."

"Does that mean you agree I'm stubborn because Murtagh implied I was prickly earlier and that's why I don't make friends," you say while trying to hold back a grin.

He shook his head making his red hair shake with it, “You see comments like that are a trap and I will not be stepping on that one.”

“Smart man,” you say to him.

“And now a compliment, I might think you are wanting to be my friend again,” he whispered back with a smirk.

You see Dougal getting ready to do your speech, “I should be getting out of here and up to my room. I shouldn’t be down here when,” you stopped to look at Dougal, “Well good night.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered back.

“And Jamie, just for transparency sake, the jury is still out if we are friends,” he paused appearing to hold his breath. You offer a small smile, “I need you to walk over to Murtagh and tell him I was nice then I'll consider being your friend. You know for the sake of proving Murtagh wrong. It's the price you have to pay for my friendship.” And before he can respond, you and Blythe make your way upstairs.

[kuni-is-daddy]

I just want Scara to be an asshole giving me mixed signals, he sees us one day talking with Dottore and that’s a big no. He’s going to have to show you that your his (please I’m so down bad for this man) 🛐🛐

OMG AAA THAT MADE ME SAD BCUZ I SPECIFICALLY DONT FW DOTTORE BC OF SCARA. BUT THATS WHY HES SUCH A GOOD VILLAIN 😭

Brat.

DOM!Scaramouche x SUB! Female fatui harbinger reader.

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Dottore trying to convince you to antagonize scaramouche and take advantage of him just so he can get off more experiments. Mentioning how its visible that scaramouche has a 'tolerance to you' unlike the rest of the fatui(except his 'bestie' Childe) Scaramouche would overhear this and only this part of the conversation.

Scaramouche would distance himself from you during dinner and missions for the rest of the week. During a gathering to honor childe and La signora for retrieving the geo archons gnosis you'd stand next to him and begin the conversation.

"Kuni? Love? How is your missions going? You've been busy lately and...we really havent had much time to talk. Do you want to catch up at my place after?" Scara had no intention of talking to you for god knows how long because he was truly hurt after seeing you talk to dottore. He started to believe over the course of the days he's been distant to you that you just didnt care, but after hearing 'you've been busy lately' he just assumed that you really we're oblivious. At the thought of it he smirked and then scoffed you off with a "Ok" while you smiled and gave him a one sided hug.

Scara who would purposely leave the gathering early just to wait for you inside your room in your house, Only with a black shirt and shorts on. "Oh- Kuni..Your already..here..I forgot you had a key. I see you made yourself at home" Youd try to brush it off with a laugh but his cold gaze upon you just gave you shivers. He pinned you against the wall and asked you immeditately. "What we're you doing with dottore?"

Smutt:

'Dottore..how did-' "S-scara We're you spying on me?!" he scoffed "Of fucking course i was? Where the hell we're you?! Ive been looking for you for fucking days and then I catch you with that bastard?! Have you forgotten what HE did to me y/n?" "No! No i havent.. Is that what this is about? because i talked to Dottore 1 time your all frustrated like this?" Scara was even more pissed off. first you talk to his enemy then act like its nothing. He was beyond fed up. "Kuni.. please, It was just for work. I would kill him in a heartbeat if it wasn't for our Excellency." "Yeah I know what fucking work you two we're talking about. Taking advantage of me? Huh? is that what you wanted to do Brat." "What?! no Kuni I'd never hurt-" He slammed his hand around your throat "AGh- Kuni-" "how about I take advantage of you huh? You want that?" You knew you were going to get punished anyway, god you despised your job even more. "Y-yes.. Kuni." "Good, that's what I wanted to fucking hear from you brat. Take off your top."

You nervously strip Infront of your s/o after he releases his grip off of your neck, gasping for air. "Shit look at these tits.." he leaned his head towards your chest, looking up at your expression before licking around your boobs. "Kuni~ stop.." you moaned while placing your hand against his smooth hair. "No. I'm going to mark your fucking body so you know your mine. Take it like a good girl." He caressed both of your breasts with his hands while rubbing your nipples with his finger. "K-Kuni! Be gentle..ah..your going too rough~" "shit.. I love how sensitive you are around your breasts. Makes me so hard. Are you wet for me Y/n?" You panned your face away and pouted. He grabbed hard on one of your boobs "AH~ Y-YES KUNI~" "Your so pathetic y/n, I'm trying to take your punishment slow yet you can't even answer for me. Maybe I should take you right now." He pulled away from your chest and moved his fingers down to your pants. You tried to pull away yet only now realizing you we're still against the wall. "Your so..wet y/n....love hearing your body throb for me..just like that.", He bit into the side of your neck, sucking while rubbing his finger against your clit "Scara..please AH~"

"Mmm mmm brat~ don't fucking beg for me now. I don't care about some shit rank, you need to know your worth. How your mine. How your my cocksleve. We're you showing yourself off to that sick fuck? Could he make you moan out like this?" "N-nO master~ I wouldn't..im' all yours~" Kuni's hard on grew though his pants. "Yeah theirs my good girl. Say master again and I'll let you cum on my fingers." His pace became rapid, scara put 2 inside of you as both of your body's jerked back and forth against the wall as if he was fucking you. It was too much, you could feel your heartbeat fastening in your chest, the lewd moans you let out while scara kept moaning praises in your ear "Yeah..just like that. Cum on masters fingers, be my good girl. Y/n. Cum for me. Cum baby."

"M-MASTER AH~ F-FUCK KUNI~" you gripped onto his back hard as you came along his fingers, legs shaking from the burning orgasm you just had. "God..look at how much you came on my fingers." He licked up your juices. "Ugh...you taste so good y/n. So fucking good. Maybe I shouldn't punish you since you did so well." He began picking up your shirt and bra. Up until you got on your knees, sticking your tongue out while pointing towards your mouth. He turned his head and immediately dropped your clothes. "Mmm look at this. And here I was thinking to let out off the hook" he squatted down to your height. Staring at the newfound desperation in your eyes while grabbing your hair.

"I don't care if the tsaritsa herself or the divine wants you against me. You'll only listen to me. And you'll only be mine, Y/N."