#he’s smart he’s a little stoic his heart is huge

[strawberrystepmom]

Is is Trafalgar Law???

it is indeed LAW!!!!!!!! I have had a crush on him forever but that is a man that is far too good for my nonsense so it shall remain unrequited and lowkey

[calmcoldevening]

Hiii I love your writing could I maybe request some slashers with a s/o who has insomnia

(Add rz Michael and Bubba please

You can add other slashers to)

Oh kitten, thank you for your request ♡︎ I hope it could make you feel better and help to sleep. These boys are all for you

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Slashers with s/o who has insomnia

Characters: Michael Myers (RZ), Bubba Sawyer, Hannibal Lecter, Mark Hoffman

Warnings: mention of cannibalism (just a little, because it's Bubba), insomnia, just problems with sleep, but I tried to make it hurt/comfort

Ps: English is not my native language, so sorry for misspells

Michael Myers

• Expressing emotions towards another person is clearly not Michael's strong point. But when it comes to you... It's something else.

• At first, he didn't pay much attention to your condition, or rather, he just didn't know yet that such apathy and nervousness is something bad. Michael just thought he wasn't used to you yet.

• But still something made him think about it.

• As soon as Michael got used to physical contact, he literally began to feel a hunger for touch. He wanted to touch you, hug you and just feel your tender skin on his rough one. A man slept with you. When he was sure that you were deep asleep and would not notice it, he pressed his huge body against yours like a frightened kitten. He was desperately clutching the fabric of your pajamas, sinking into a restless sleep.

• But that has changed now. You went to bed late, if you went to bed at all, and sometimes you woke up in the middle of the night. Now Michael was falling asleep without your little figure next to him. It was like this.. alien and unpleasant.

• It seemed eerily wrong. You spent less time with him and seemed to be flying in your thoughts all the time, although in fact your body was just trying not to switch off due to lack of sleep. Michael became more aggressive and killed his victims with greater brutality.

• But as soon as the usual veil of anger fell away, and his pitch-black eyes turned soft blue again, Michael noticed in your gaze.. sadness? despair? His heart squeezed a little. Then he really thought about your condition. It probably happened a month after your days became more frequent with insomnia. And he really didn't know what to do.

• But Michael is a smart boy, he found a way out. How easy it was to watch old Loomis for a few days, who, probably because of his work, often experienced insomnia. How to solve this problem? Michael watched the man through the window. Pills? Michael hates pills, and he doesn't want you to become addicted to them in any way. Doctor's visit? Michael wouldn't really want you to have contact with another person, especially if it's a man. Just thinking about it made Michael's heart ache.

• But how does he cope with stress himself? Now he takes out all his accumulated anger and emotions in murders. A knife in his hand and someone else's blood on it cause a man a pleasant wave of trembling. But you can't kill. No, he will never allow you, his fragile flower, to get your soft, tender hands in someone else's vile blood and flesh.

• Although as a child, when he was sad or bad, Michael ate candy... Indeed, sweets. Perhaps it is sweets that will help you cope with stress. It seems that chocolate causes the production of serotonin?

• You were sitting in the bedroom and reading a book, or rather, trying to. Everything was in a fog in my head, and the letters occasionally floated before my eyes, but as soon as your head touched the pillow, drowsiness immediately disappeared, as if it had never existed. Flipping through the next page, you look up and notice the giant figure of your boyfriend in the doorway. Surprisingly, he is wearing his still clean overalls and an orange papier-mache mask. Dirty blonde hair falls gracefully over his broad shoulders. You can't read his stoic expression, but you can see him hiding something behind his back. When you finally pay attention to him, Michael starts walking slowly in your direction. He climbs onto the bed, the mattress will crumple under his weight. Next to your side, he puts a bag with a lot of sweets, and he grabs your legs and climbs between them. The man gently squeezes your hips and puts his head on your lower abdomen, gently rubbing his nose against your skin through your clothes. Like a kitten. Michael was not a fan of soulful conversations, so he preferred actions and touches. You glance briefly at the package and notice inside, in addition to sweets, a small note. Clumsy and a little sloppy, as if written in a child's handwriting: "Hug me if you can't sleep. I'm near."You smile, and your heartbeat quickens. You gently touch Michael's tangled hair with your fingers, starting to slowly stroke them. It's relaxing. I could swear that a long purr is coming from the chest of this giant.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba started to worry a lot when he found out about your insomnia. He begins to take care of you and shield you from stress in every possible way.

• When the Sawyers need to deal with uninvited guests, you are usually sent for a short walk with one of the brothers so that you don't worry about strong screams. Or you're just out in the backyard enjoying a warm Texas day.

• Bubba gives you a lot of hugs. Very much. At night, he does not let you out of his arms, fearing that something might happen to you. He is very attentive. A man always makes sure that when you go to bed, the room is cool and dark, and the sheets are soft and pleasant to sleep on.

• Before going to bed, you definitely take a walk in the garden. Even if he is tired, Bubba will still sit with you on the grass, admiring the stars and gently squeezing your little neat hand. He values you very much.

• Bubba will also try to give you lighter food. No hard-to-digest human meat and barbecue, just fruits and vegetables.

• By nature a gentle and simple person, Bubba will give you a mug of warm milk before going to bed. They always gave it to him when he was little, and he fell asleep quickly.

• When the two of you go to bed, Bubba cuddles you to her, making soothing sounds and mumbling like a lost puppy. He clings to you and tries to show you all his love and comfort.

• Bubba has big and strong hands. So in the evenings, about two or three times a week, he gives you a relaxing massage. Trust me, he does it like a real professional. These hardened by long years of hard work can do a lot.

• Bubba will try to talk about your problem with Drayton. Bubba really wants to help you. Even if it means you have to leave him. Bubba will try to persuade Drayton to take you to the city to see a doctor. He loves you so much, his sunshine, the man doesn't want you to suffer.

Hannibal Lecter

• You periodically had trouble sleeping, but you didn't want to bother the Lecturer with this. After all, he has enough problems of his own, besides, he is a psychiatrist and deals with the problems of his patients, he does not need to worry about you once again.

• So you thought when another sleepless night came.

• You were quietly sitting on the windowsill in the bedroom and listening to music. Hannibal, as always, lingered in the office, so you were completely immersed in your thoughts. The light melody somehow reduced the unpleasant heaviness of your head. It seems that you wanted to sleep, but at the same time, your brain did not want to turn off in any way. There was a strange emptiness inside.

• Being in your thoughts, you didn't notice how a big but gentle hand touched your shoulder. Lifting your head up, your eyes instantly met his — bottomless and dark, like thick blood. The man's eyebrows moved slightly to the bridge of his nose, and he gave you a quick glance from the bottom up.

• "Why aren't you sleeping?" His gaze slid to his wristwatch, "It's one o'clock in the morning, dear."

• The answer was only your empty, uncertain look. The man instantly connected the dots, sighing heavily. "Insomnia?" A slight nod. Hannibal gently touches your chin with his fingers, stroking the skin and leaning his forehead against yours. "You should have told me earlier, honey. I'm a psychiatrist."

• After a couple of minutes, your tired body was already peacefully resting in Hannibal's arms. He carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub and slowly starting to draw hot water. The man added a little lavender oil and a nice soft bubble bath. As soon as your body touched the cherished warmth, a blissful sigh escaped from your chest. A smile touched Hannibal's lips.

• "That's it dear. Close those beautiful eyes of yours," he almost sang in his sweet, slightly hoarse voice as he sat down on the side of the tub. He rolled up his sleeves and took some shampoo, starting to wash your hair. His movements are precise, gentle, soothing. Your eyes slowly close, as if filled with lead, and your heart begins to beat in a calmer rhythm. It was so sweet of him. This man knows exactly what he's doing. A little later, he massages your shoulders and neck, relaxing the muscles tense after long sleepless nights. The subtle scent of lavender and his firm hands created a pleasant duet in your mind, starting to slowly put you to sleep. It's as if in one moment all that stress disappeared from your soul, being replaced by a clear lack of sleep.

• "That's it, honey. Let me take care of my love."

• After a while, Hannibal will help you get out of the bath and put on clean pajamas consisting of your favorite shorts and his loose shirt. He knows that his things make you feel comfortable and safe.

• Under his careful guidance, you will slowly return to bed. Cool sheets on your hot skin after a bath now seem like a real paradise. Sleep begins to slowly take over your mind as Hannibal's arms gently wrap around your smaller body.

• "Sweet dreams, darling."

Mark Hoffman

• Mark knew well what it meant to have trouble sleeping. Because of all his work and the Designer, he was often stressed and could not sleep peacefully.

• So when he noticed you had insomnia, it really started to worry him. Not to say that Mark was a very gentle and kind partner, but he tries. Therefore, first of all, Mark will certainly take you to the doctor and use any possible method of treating your insomnia, no matter if it is a special massage or medications.

• In addition, Mark knows that, first of all, insomnia occurs against a background of great stress and excitement. Therefore, he will try to give you maximum support. A man will try to do most of the housework, not allowing you not to overwork. He will do his best to give you support, both physical and emotional.

• Every evening certainly ends with a warm hug. You know, in his big hands you will really feel loved and safe. You can sit in the living room and watch some quiet movie. Or you will just lie together in the bedroom: there is a subdued light around, the moon shines softly through the window, gently tracing his rough features with a milky white light; you lie wrapped in a soft blanket in his arms, Mark's head rests on top of your head. You can talk about the past day or just be silent, enjoying each other's company. After a while, he will begin to gently hum some kind of lullaby, from which you will wearily close your eyes. In his hands, you have nothing to worry about. He will always be with you, no matter what.

• "I promise you that it's going to be okay, we will get through this together."

• Often your evenings can end with a mug of hot herbal tea. Warm drinks are always soothing, so he can try.

• You may notice one more detail. When you try to fall asleep with him, he deliberately presses you closer to him. His shirt smells like lavender. The delicate scent of the flower pleasantly tickles your nose, causing a smile. Surprisingly, your brain calms down, you begin to feel sleepy. Mark specially bought a new lavender laundry conditioner, knowing that it could help you calm down.

• Every day he will constantly remind you how important you are to him. If he leaves for work before you, he leaves different stickers with inscriptions all over the house. On the refrigerator, on the bathroom mirror, on the bedside table. "It's not your fault you have insomnia, baby. You're important to me. I love you very much. You're doing enough. I'm proud of you." While at work, he often sends you cute messages and pictures. And although he himself is not strong in such things as romance, the fact that he sees your smile encourages him to try even harder.

• Mark buys you big stuffed animals so you have someone to cuddle with while he's at work. There are also lots of milkshakes in the fridge now, and there are different teas in the cupboard to help you relax. And although he tries not to give you a lot of sweets, he buys your favorite fruits and nuts to adjust your nutrition.

• He really cares and cares about you. Mark will try to do everything in his power to help you, dear.

[kittsyspaw]

✦ ❝ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? ❞

𝑆YNO ✦ .ᐟ AcademicRival!Jay jo makes you do a favor after catching you cheating on an important exam in exchange of him not telling on you

WARNINGS !¡ Blowjob no actual sex scene but its implied, kinda descriptive blowie, SHELLY AND JAY AREN'T TOGETHER IN THIS, collage au ig??? Cheating on exam and getting caught by Jay, degrading, OOC JAY BTW him calling you slut or whore, you faking your personality, One-shot,

Panicked students rushed to their seats, some prayed, others took looks on their notes or books while some practiced with each other for the last but not least exam. Well, except the two smartest students in the class, who sat at the back, one had his attention out of the window while the other sat right beside him, a smile plastered on your 'calm' face.

While in reality, you were panicking, your palms were oily from the sweat emitting from them. You were so busy the past two weeks, you didn't have the time to even grasp any learning material. But...the reason you were nervous wasn't just because you didn't study but because of the small ink writings that covered your whole wrist like tattoos. You have to pass this exam, or your frame will be ruined.

Jay hadn't paid you any mind, he would never confess to it but you angered him, always getting first place, just a few, a little nudge of more points than him. It made him jealous, it made his mother angry and his friends confused. The girl who always sat in the back, people feared to befriend you, hell, they even were too terrified to ask you for homework because you were on a totally different hierarchy level of intelligence.

You were what people registered as a rare breed of genius, many schools, projects and other companies begged to hire you, to meet with you or have you in one of their projects. You were a raw mystery. Nobody really knew you or who you really were, only a speck of an image spat about you from one gossiping ear to another.

Jay didn't care. At first, he didn't. He had ignored all the scandals and warnings, they told him not to compete with you, they challenged his smarts. Right away, the stoic male noticed the sheer difference in your presence, he lost, the person who bet on you winning a huge sum of money when you passed the last exam effortlessly, scoring 0.5 points more, winning the golden podium.

Ever since, he had been concealing the bitter resentment he had for you, why were you better? How come? Why did you have to be exactly in his class like a fucking curse, Jay jo kept up his monotone act, it was hard. You greeted him everyday, only him. As if the others didn't exist or never even did. You didn't even remember their names, or jay thought so.

He had a little... pride, you didn't acknowledge others to the point where people just started treating you like a goddess, one that just serves her brains and beauty, not allowing anyone in her little circle. Classmates feared you. Jay jo didn't, that's what made you start liking him, you just always had an eye on him.

But today, something was off, Jay had scraped off every little detail about you, he learned it by heart now, your whole dialogue started by you greeting him, organizing your books and pencil case, looking out the window before flashing him a smile then sitting up–straight, there was no dirt to dig up on you...always so...perfect. The other jealous people made up rumors that were hard to believe because you never revealed anything about yourself.

'I want to become a skilled surgeon.'

You had once told the black haired male and it never left his head since, on repeat like a mantra. The one, minuscule you exposed, you trusted Jay with it and boy did he gatekeep that information. He didn't question you any further, scared that you'll pull out of the small connection you two made because he's too pushy.

Yet...today, it was off, a fraud smile, no look out the window, your pencil case not set in a perfect 180° angle, you water bottle sluggishly standing on your desk and the constant jitters of your clenched palms, your posture shrinking. Your little jump when the teacher placed the last exam paper on your desk. "Eyes on your papers, you have two hours and forty minutes, breaks are not allowed, start."

Jay held his black pen between his thumb, pointer and middle finger, his name drawn on the papers before he viewed over the questions, starting with the hardest before continuing his way to the easiest one. Jay had done the sin to glance over at your desk, his glasses reflected the light on the ceiling as he progressed what he was seeing.

The fury that stirred in the male made his fingers clench around the pen, almost twisting it around. All this time? Fucking 'intellectual' his ass, he was gawking at the cheat sheet on your wrist with a clenched jaw, a vein popping on Jaye forehead. All the arguments he got into with his mother, the days he spent praying that you'll change schools for his own good, all of that frustration came from the fact that you cheated? Did you do this with every exam?

He wanted to yell at you right away, rat you out to the teacher right away instead of that...he was quiet. Jay could use this to his advantage, it was a huge piece of blackmail, a dust that he scratched off, that could ruin your life if you wanted to pass this year. And Jay wasn't an asshole either...but it was a win-win situation.

The time flew past your presence and just as you wrote the last answer, ending it with a period, the end-coming alarm went off and the teacher started collecting the exam sheets, you let out a huge sigh, the previous state of you being nervous finally subsided to a normal flow again. "How did you do?"

You shrank at the question, the guilt from being deceitful made you bite down on your bottom lip, chewing on it. "Good, i think." Jay narrowed his eyes at you, his teeth screeching against each other painfully, how dare you? And now you're lying? Looks like that neat persona of yours was faked too.

"oh I bet you did."

The reply you gave was perplexed but Jay shrugged it off so you copied him, not reasoning much with it, just being glad that you didn't get caught in the middle– "I saw you, you know that, Right?" The whisper in your ear made your bit hunched back straighten up immediately, looking at Jay with horrified eyes.

Jay readied himself to cool down from your defensive come-back, cold eyes not separating from his distant, black hues. "So what? Ya' gonna rat out on me? Awh! finally you got some tales to tattle about to teachers about me?" he was bewildered, absolutely taken aback, Jay got whiplash from the switch of tone...you had suddenly become someone else.

"What are you talking abou–" you tried brushing it off as a joke, your smile faltering when you caught on, you were unshielded from the comfort of thinking that nobody had an idea you were cheating on the exam, your fists clenching at Jays solid face. "Yeah? Did you?" Your lips puckered out in a whiny, sarcastic way.

The shock rotated to Jay who was buckling up in the change of identity, your bitchy and sassy side was seeping through the cracks of the collapsing walls in the perfect person facade.

"And if i do? You can smooch your future of being a surgeon goodbye."

Oh now he did it. He touched the most sensitive and easily angered nerve in your body, pushing you to your limits. "Don't you fuckin' dare." You hissed through your teeth, the little smirk that showed Jays canines made you frustrated, your painted fingernails digging into the wood of your desk, you two were the only ones in the empty classroom that was just filled with conversations, papers being flipped, zippers opened and keys jingled.

"Or what? What are you gonna do?"

Your bottom lip trembled, your eyes glossy and when Jay caught sight of that, his ego faded...did he feel good making you almost cry? You trusted him with sour dream job and he used something that wasn't even bad-gossip as a weapon "Don't cry. I'm not an asshole.... we're gonna make a deal, yeah?"

"What...is it?" You stuttered out, afraid to ask for what the agreement was going to be. Jay looked you deep in the eyes, turning his body so it was in your direction before speaking with no hesitation at all.

"Get down on your knees."

The request left you speechless, your mouth agape, scoffing right after. "Excuse me?" The male tilted his head, as if you had said something wrong, you had no right to question this, your future was on the line. "What is it? You don't understand? It's our deal."

The bold letters of humiliation were printing inside your head as you slowly pushed the chair and got down on your legging covered legs, folding your hands in your lap, refusing to look Jay in the eyes. He taunted you by chuckling, placing his veiny hand over your head, patting the hairs enough for his fingers to get between the spaces of your hair.

Pulling harshly, you yelped at the sting, hands clawing at Jays wrist violently, your face scrunching up as he made you look up at him towering over you, the grip withered, he stroked your head again, was this revenge? "Don't act coy, I bet you've done this multiple times before, didn't you, cheating slut?"

Your ego was hurt by the insult and you were distracted by the sound of a zipper after that, gulping in anticipation...you were gonna do this. For your surgeon future. Well, a hidden part in your tummy was thrilled, finally the eunuch with no desire for any girls touch that you were crushing on was making a move... although this was the wrong situation.

"Go on..."

Batting your lashes a few times, you took out Jays cock...oh it was huge, to your shocker,...it didn't fit in your hand completely, licking your lipglossed lips at the pearly pre-cum collected on his reddish tip. Jays dick was perfect...he was well groomed, two veins on it, one longer than the other and it throbbed teasingly at your cold touch.

Giving it a few kitten licks, Jay groaned, glaring at you through his thick eyelashes, his entire mood changed to a humid one, anyone could walk in at you two and that feeling made his breathing heavier. His hips bucked up after you finally made a 'o' shape, welcoming him in your mouth, only the tip ...your tongue flicking at the slit, licking away the salty drops while your hand twisted up and down his shaft.

Fuck, it definitely wasn't the first time you did this....fucking whore Jays mind was snatched away from him when your real gig started, you bobbed your head up and down, saliva coating up his dick where all the blood in his body had rushed too.

Jay jo was so turned on by you, so painfully. Your alluring eyes that only sirens would behold, your sinful mouth and the way you worked yourself to pleasure him, through his dim vision, Jay caught your wrist sneaking beneath your pencil skirt, rubbing yourself even when a thin layer of leggings covered your heat. You gagged at the penetration against the center of the back of your mouth, Jays hips working together with you.

Did he just get bigger in your mouth or was it your imagination? It was getting harder to breathe with your nose solely, it wasn't going to be any easier with Jay down your throat. Sultriness was pulling Jay in, his mind was turning into mush, the liquid in your mouth, the warmth of your throat and the way your cold hand fisted the rest of his dick.

"F-fuck...you chea– Ahck!" His words were abducted from continuing when you sucked fiercer, moving your head around and your tongue swirling and whipping at him. Just as he was about to cum, you spat him out of your mouth, a bubble of saliva mixed with cum popping with an embarrassingly loud noise that echoed. You coughed a few times before speaking up,

The knot in his stomach was long gone, just seconds before it was gonna go off like fireworks and make his vision darken, eyes roll back as the muscles of his eyebrows pulled them up in pleasure. His glasses almost slid off his nose, they sat crooked there, his cheeks were reddish and it definitely wasn't a fever, the sweat glistened.

"still calling me that? Oh poor baby, couldn't cum?"

You stroked his thigh, resting your head on it as you looked up at the dishevelled Jay who was taking long, big gasps. Your painted pointer finger placed itself on top of his slit, playing with his dick, moving it back and forth, allowing the mess to slide around freely. "Fuckin' Hell... don't do that or I'll cum, yeah?" Jay stared at you with vulnerable, glossy eyes, not even mad that you cut him from his ecstasy.

The male found a grip on your head as you gave him doe eyes, purposefully making him even more feral than he was. "It's okay, i understand....you want to be fucked, right? Fucked so good...you won't even remember your name..." Your puffy, slick lips curled up seductively, running your tongue over them slowly for Jays gaze, you nodded, giving him a pleading look.

His eye twitched, he was gonna fuck that stupid face off, for humiliating him earlier and making him so chaotic at the fact that you were smarter than him. Jay knew that you were anyways, but this time, this was for his own good. He was gonna use this for a while, maybe even have you teach him a few things.

Yay, im kinda on fire lol, but i want the webtoon windbreaker tag to be about the webtoon cuz the anime has taken over lol

The last part was rushed again but im practicing to write smut so yeah

[go-river-flows]

Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

Part 9 of 13

Summary: Things are ramping up to the war arc of the story, but before that, relationships are being defined.

Warning: A little bit of fluff(?), a little bit of angst(?), A little bit of tears falling(?)

As the month came to an end, I had grown much closer with Lyle. And not long after, I received a message from Grace. Jake had convinced Mo’at and Eytukan to let her come back to the village, which was huge news. She had conversed with them to let me return too. They agreed to that too, which I was grateful for. The following day, I would leave for Site 26 with a duffel bag in tow. Trudy agreed to fly me and my avatar out, and Lyle joined us as we made our way to the Hallelujah Mountains. It was his first time out there, as he looked out in silent awe.

“I guess I won't be seeing you for a while,” Lyle pulled me into a hug.

“Don't worry, I’ll call you every night,” I tucked my head as close as I could into his neck, and he reciprocated it. As Trudy cut off the engine as she fake gagged, I hopped out her samson, running into Site 26. 

“Hey Grace!” I called out.

“”She’s out in her avatar!” Norm yelled back.

“Hey, Norm. Which cradle is free?”

“Uh, that one over there,” he pointed to the metal tube on my left, rushing to it I plopped my bag next to it, “I'm going in. Could you help me out?”

Opening the cradle I settled in as Norm sighed as he sauntered over, closing metal capsule. I could hear the light whirling sound before I closed my eyes.

Opening my eyes in my avatar form, I was greeted by Lyle’s form next to me. Trudy had already gotten out and entered the small facility.

“And she lives,” he joked, looking at my avatar form. I smirked a little before gently rubbing his bald head. Getting out of the samson once again I stretched my legs, arms and back feeling a light tug on my tail. I looked back to find Lyle, checking it out as it swished back and forth. Smiling at the strange display. A movement in the window caught my eye, I looked up to find Norm glaring and an amused Trudy by his side, their lips moving as they were saying something that I couldn't hear.

“Oh great,” I huffed, rolling my eyes.

“What's wrong?” Lyle asked. I turned to him gesturing for him to follow me away from the samson. He hopped out, looking at the window seeing the two standing there as Norm grits his teeth as Trudy’s lips pulled into a tight grin, she pulled him to the other window to watch us as we receded into the treeline out of sight, I sat down on the grass with my blue legs stretched out so I could still see his Lyle’s face more clearly.

“Norm doesn't like you much. Well actually– the science team,” I told him, “But, not me.” I chirped. He chuckled at that. “But you must find it weird that I'm also tall…and blue…and well – not human? Well, in this form.”

“No, no. You’re still you, not matter if you’re tall…blue…not human,” he mirrored, he reached out to grab my hand, “But you’re still beautiful, smart…too good for little ol’ bald me,” his hand was small against mine, but it was warm and made me giggle at the size difference. I guess I was right about him being a softie, under his otherwise stoic ‘i'm a soldier’ appearance.

“I know it's a little early for me to say, but um…yawne lu oer,” he looked up at me, my eyes widened. Not just at his almost flawless pronunciation but at the phrase itself.

“Huh?” 

He let out a soft chuckle before repeating himself, “nga yawne lu oer.” My heart raced as my face heated up, my cheeks and ears turning purple.

“Oh, nga yaw–” I passed out before I could finish. Waking up in the cradle, I pushed it open to find Norm standing over me.

“What the fuck are you doing, Norm!” I looked to his hand, as it rested on the interface of my cradle.

“What the fuck am I doing?” he asked increduously with fury, “What the fuck are you doing? You were about to say ‘nga yawne lu oer’ to that guy, (Y/N)!” Trudy came to in between us in attempt to calm the two of us down, as Norm resisted with a pair of binoculars in his other hand. Piecing it together, my heart beating with outrage.

“Were you spying on us?” the sound of the door opening interrupted our yelling, as Lyle stormed in behind Norm with mask in hand, he spotted the binoculars in his hand and yanked it out. 

“You’re lucky my girl is here, otherwise I would beat your ass,” Lyle cussed at Norm, pushing past him and Trudy to come to my side. He knelt down next to me, cupping my face his other hand, when he caught his breath he spoke.

“I meant what I said. And I know you were going to say it back. But someone–,” he turned to face Norm, “–interupted us. So, it okay,” he turned back to me, “say it again.”

I calmed my heart down, taking a breath, making eye contact with Lyle, “nga yawne lu oer.” He sighed in relief, pulling me in and kissing my forehead.

  I happened to glance over at Norm and Trudy who were still stood there, Trudy with a smug smile and Norm who looked like he was about to explode. Lyle had turned to the two and when he made eye contact with Norm. Norm pulled his hand away from Trudy, grabbing a mask and left the facility, slamming the door loudly.

It got awkward real quickly. Oh Eywa, it's gonna get real tense in here once Lyle is gone.

“Oh damn,” Trudy bust out laughing, “Lyle Wainfleet, you are definitely whipped.”

After Trudy and Lyle left, I was left to my own devices. Grace and Jake were still in their cradles and Norm had yet to return. He’d stormed off into the distance, most definitely to vent his frustrations and didn't come back in until it was dark. Jake and Grace were already out of their cradle by then and we were conversing in na’vi when Norm returned. Jake had been refering to my guide a lot as Norm wasn't a great teacher, “too formal” Jake mentioned somewhere in the conversation.

“What's wrong with him?” Jake asked in much more fluid na’vi. As Norm flung himself into his bunk, ignoring us.

“Ah, he’s angry,” I say. Jake furrowed his brow, confused.

“At me? Or…?”

“No. At me,” I stated. Grace gave me a look, “I've gotta say, your na’vi is getting way better, Jake.”

“Why is he mad at you?” Grace interjected.

“Uuuuh, because I apparently fell in love with a knucklehead,” I said with a pulled smile. Jake narrowed his eyes in confusion, “Oh trust me, you don't want to know who.”

“It's LYLE WAINFLEET! I can hear you guys!” Norm yelled from his bunk. The two looked at me with jaws slacked as I averted my eyes. Grace’s eye knitted into confusion and disgust. Jake didn't say anything but stared.

“That knucklehead?!” she spat out a laugh, “Never in a million years did I expect (Y/N) to fall in love with a pea brained, steroid using–”

“Heyyyy, you don't have to insult him.”

“Come on (Y/N). You have a double major in medicine and biophotosynthetic eukaryotes studies, you're too good for him.”

I laughed at that, “It's funny, he said that too. But he was ballsy enough to tell me that himself,” silence.

“Maybe that says a little something about him. He was man enough to admit it,” I could feel tears well up in my waterline, but I continued, “You know, after learning that Tommy died. I felt like my heart was ripped into two and I distracted myself by shoving my head into books, paperwork and research, and I felt like I couldn't love anyone else. I felt like no one could love me back. And for a while I kept thinking that.” I paused to take a breath as tears began falling. 

  “And then you asked me to come back to the Avatar programme, because you quote unquote, ‘needed me’. Then you guys left me. Left me all alone in that stupid, cold, grey hellhole called Hell’s Gate. It felt like I was being abandonned all over again.” 

Holding back a choke, I continued,  “Then Wainfleet came along. Just sitting there in front of me. Talking to me, making me laugh, listening to me ramble on about Pandora, na’vi culture, about the plants that could possibly save earth, music, movies, anything. And I stopped feeling so alone. He was the only one who was there when you lot weren't.” I huffed. “Sure, Ruth was there. Max was there. But so was he! And yes, I fell in love with him somewhere along the lines and maybe it was time for me to move on from Tom.” I couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything gushed out like a furious waterfall. I pushed myself up from the chair and rushed for the door, taking the closest mask with me, not caring if it was anyone in particular. 

I walked off into the trees, heading for my unconscious avatar. Tears furiously pooling at the bottom of the mask. Fogging up in the process. I tripped on a tree root as I couldn't see past the condensation, landing on my avatars leg. But I didn't get up as I continued to cry.

*

I must have cried myself to asleep sometime in the night. I woke up to a pool of my tears in my mask. Getting irritated by the liquid, I took a breath before removing my mask and tipping out the moisture, and using my sleeve to clear the mask of water markings. Returning it to my face, I took a breath as I looked around the bright sky. I regret coming here.

I wandered around for a bit before deciding to go back into Site 26, grabbing my garb from the floor checked my tablet for any messages. One from Lyle that simply read ‘call me’. It was quiet in the facility, walking through to make sure that they were in the cradle or out of the building, before calling Lyle.

He greeted me when he answered, the signal kind of bad.

“Hi, sorry I didn't call last night,” I apologised.

“Don– worry abou– it, how– you?” the signal cutting in and out every so often.

“I'm okay, just thinking about you…”

*

After the call I felt a bit better, though Norm came back halfway through my call. We avoided each other. Jake also didn't talk to me and would give me these looks, unreadable. Grace only talked to me when she needed something, so at least that was something. But I spent most of my time in my avatar. I went to Hometree for the first time in two years. Grace was there too, and we only interacted there whenever she needed to ask a question. I sighed as the children dragged me off to the river. I sat on a log watching them play in the water. Still upset about the day before, my eyes welled up again, I looked down to hide my face silently sobbing.

“Tsumuke, I see you,” I looked up to see Tsu’tey, “It's been–,” he paused looking at my face, “tsumuke, why are you crying?” 

I wiped my cheeks with my hands hurriedly.

“Tsu’tey. I see you,” swallowing hard, he leaned down wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

“The last time I saw you cry was when you held Anuk in your arms,” he confessed as I looked up at him with wide eyes, “Why is it you always cry silently?”

I can never hide anything from him even back when he went to Grace’s School, I exhaled when he sat down next to me. Ears lightly twitching.

“I have a mate,” he smiled a little, “But everyone disapproves of him. They hate him, insult him.” Tsu’tey frowned a little.

“You have a mate, you should be happy,” he stated as if it wasn't obvious, I rolled my eyes a little.

“I do, of course. But Grace, Jake and Norm all hate him. They say that I'm too good for him. That he is stupid, muscleheaded, all the bad things. But they don't know him like I do.” I snarled exhasperatedly.

“What is ‘muscleheaded’?”

“Uh, it means like…only using fists to deal with problems,” I explained and he huffed some air out his nose in disaproval, frowning a little.

“Sound like some warriors I know. Is your mate a warrior?”

“Uh, yeah. You could say that.”

He makes a sound of understanding.

“But, he isn't like that. Kind of like you actually,” I poked him the arm. He chuckled before asking.

“Like me, how?” Seriously, you want me to descibe him?

“Uhhhh, he’s strong like you. Strict, like you. But he is also smart, kind, funny, strong hearted, protective–like you. Makes me feel loved.” Tsu’tey looked at me with a rare kind smile, and I reciprocated.

“You think I'm strict?”

“Really? That's what your taking from the conversation,” I punched his arm as he laughed out loud, “Go. leave, if you think that–”

“But you smiled. This is the first time I've seen you smile in a long time. Before the incident. You deserve to be happy.” He stated with upmost confidence.

Chapter 10

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[muutosarchive]

if anyone wants affiliated oc's, here's some much desired NPC's for my current oc's / their extensive lore.

richard's main friend group, aka the boys that were saved from the streets by till and grown into the gang & eventually syndicate they become. the idea is to have them have the same fc's as their respective band members in the music video their lore is based off of/and are named after, but that's up for discussion ofc if you're nice enough to pick any up. that video is ICH WILL btw, which i recommend watching if you're interested.

PAUL: individually, the most important of those is PAUL, as he and richard have been an unlabeled relationship (albeit toxic and codependent as HELL) since they met one another, &. paul was still addicted to / detoxing from drugs / richard was fresh of the street. paul came into the house after richard. paul is hopelessly in love with richard, as when richard was young he was a different person to an extent with unchecked anger &. no confidence. something paul helped with. won't go into too many details here, but as he grows he becomes who he is today -- and paul never stopped loving reesh due to their enormous history and developed codependency. richard is in turn obsessed with and possessive over paul. .... aside from that paul is the explosives expert of the group, and is the most light-hearted / fun guy to be around. other than that i'm open to anything the potential writer wants to go with. however he has the most ... development. paul also has heavy burn scars on his face from a bomb incident.

OLIVER: was raised by a woman with post partum &. heavy depression and in turn was not able to form bonds easily. i have spark-notes on him, as i used to rp him myself. he's a 'human shield' of sorts, though much more important than that to the operation. however he's an excellent shot &. very fearless. he's grey in almost every area if you know what i mean, &. his only trusted relationships are with the others. he was addicted to heroin when he joined the housemates. he's six foot seven, and is a man of few words. a good sniper, and an excellent shot in general. very practical.

CHRISTOPH was an alcoholic when he joined. he's the brains of the operations, very smart, and blind in one eye. (you can decide why). very stoic, very practical, and sees things in a logical lens. he's the voice of reason.... did i mention this man is fucking SMART?

and finally CHRISTIAN is a hacker of the group, and i have very little development on him if i'm honest, other than being a knit group within a knit group with ollie &. christoph.

RICHARD'S BIOLOGICAL KIDS:

tilly ziegler is named after her godfather till, &. she's a little mini-richard. her mom is @avemaria's oc temperance shaw, but only takes after her in looks. tilly is just like her father, &. a spoiled and entitled nepotism brat because of him. he adores her, and she is his favorite child. her fc was zendaya but again, up to change if you have someone better in mind. (someone has expressed interest in tilly! )

richard 'rj' ziegler junior, or (ii) - his prev. fc (or current) is Rob Raco. he's richard's firstborn son, &. second child. he turned out more like his mother, to richard's chagrin. he was supposed to be richard's heir but as he grew he was entirely a disappointment to that dream. richard then grew despondent towards rj &. generally abusive &. dismissive. this hugely affected rj. he &. tilly have a rocky relationship also, but she protects him from others despite being a bully herself.

jay's sister

ana weber doesn't have a lot of lore with her yet, other than jay being kind of like a third parent (or second since their father worked a lot). she is the one who convinced him to follow his dreams in america. i had it initially that she moved to america to surprise him but ended up getting hooked on drugs &. never ended up calling him due to embarrassment. however, she does call him eventually when she needed a place to go. however, this is perfectly subject to change. i don't mind at all! but she's definitely on the sweet side, like him. she would be german, and know how to speak it. she also had a fc of sophia bush.

[bigfan-fanfic]

A Fire Burning Quiet (Male!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Requested by @thenlookatyourphones for Can I request a scenario/headcanons of sorts for bucky and his boyfriend for old times sake? I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky is super stoic and serious when he’s out in public and a man of very few words and kind of stand-offish, but behind closed doors, he’s super dorky and always trying to make his boyfriend laugh and he’s super cuddly with his boyfriend

There's so much going on with Bucky.

He just tends to keep it to himself.

With his PTSD, Bucky tends to close up around unfamiliar people, which makes it hard to bond with others.

But you are one of those others. You wormed your way into his circle, and then into his heart.

And you just realize that there's a whole other person locked inside a tough shell, just for you to see.

Bucky tends to respond in one word answers and short vocalizations, at least, outside of his small friend group.

He doesn't smile, and he takes things very seriously, finding it difficult to recognize humor in modern speech patterns.

He is always on high alert, scanning surroundings and people for threat analysis, and he hates crowds.

But when you close the doors, batten down the hatches, build him a fortress where he finally feels safe... Bucky emerges.

He's a dork. A huge dork.

He geeks out over scientific discoveries, despite finding it difficult to pronounce a lot of jargon. He's way more intellectual than people might give him credit for, and he learns very quickly. Bucky likes technology a lot. He thinks it's incredible to see how people have made their lives easier and safer, although he also recognizes downsides, and he absolutely doesn't trust unnecessarily smart devices.

He's decorated his own space and picked out furnishings - he generally goes for state-of-the-art appliances, but just a step away from fully-smart. He refuses to have anything connect to the internet without him knowing why. Sam gave him an Alexa as a joke and Bucky lobbed it out of the window.

Bucky really likes video games and web shows. He likes seeing how creative people can be. He gets invested in stories and loves watching them with you. More than once you've seen him taking notes - Bucky has a knack for analysis and the time to do research on symbolism and references.

He's silly. Not just funny, but silly. He has a biting wit and sarcasm, but you've come to recognize that as another wall, a defense mechanism. Bucky loves jokes that are so terrible they're funny - he likes puns and creative riddles and he smiles so much around you that you wonder why it's just here, just with you and friends.

And the other thing - Bucky is touch starved and not afraid of physical contact. In public, he's too tightly wound to hug or cuddle, but once all his defenses are down, you struggle to find a time he's not somehow pressed against you. Even when you sit at your computer desk, he sometimes likes to just sit against your chair and do his own thing. Bucky's got a lot of room to multitask, and he enjoys just having parallel time with you, yet still connecting.

He'll cuddle you without warning, make stupid faces at you across the dinner table to make you laugh, and be so wonderfully animated and expressive around you.

It makes you a little sad that no one else gets to see this beautiful man you love so much, but you feel such a sense of honor and privilege that you're the one who does.

You love the Bucky that playfully makes little puppy whines while you braid his long hair.

The Bucky that pins you down on the couch and peppers kisses across your skin when you seem sad.

The Bucky that looks so absorbed in a YouTube video analyzing the music in some game that he's played that you feel bad disturbing him.

The Bucky that strings up fairy lights around the rooms, who orders a bunch of fuzzy blankets and demands you try them out with him, who learns to cook and bake just for you, and who pretends to die at the slightest injury so you'll baby him.

And you know what? You love the Bucky he is outside, too. Because even when he grunts at someone out in public, even when he misses a question because he's surveying the area, it's still the same guy. And maybe someday you can help him feel safe enough to not have to lift up his walls every time you're not alone, but maybe not. And that's okay too.

You love him, all the same.

And he loves you.

[duskamethyst]

broken reverie.

a/n: he’s not wearing glasses in this one.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, college AU

warnings: taboo rs, slapping, spanking, choking, face fucking, brat taming (kind of), slight degradation, creampie, age gap (nanami reaching 40)

pairing: professor!nanami x f!reader

summary: professor nanami calls you to his office to ‘talk’ about your terrible performance in his class.

maybe you went too far.

or else you wouldn’t have ended up in his office. 

but is this the outcome you coveted? yes.

the door creaks behind you before it closes again as you sit and wait in front of the big wooden desk. you were kind of excited when he told you to come and see him at his office earlier but now you’re having a whirlwind of emotions making your stomach churn and you don’t dare to look around to face him– even though he’s going to be sitting in front of you in a moment.

his shoes clack against the floor as he strides and sits on his chair. the air in the room feels dense when the male doesn’t say anything; as if you’re not in his presence to begin with.

he looks exasperated. a long, deep breath is emitted through his nostrils as he loosens up his tie from the collar. you only gawk at him in awe as he does so, but quickly snap out when he finally shifts his gaze at you. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he finally breaks the silence. the deep, husky tone of his voice fills your ear and you hope he doesn’t notice your thighs press against each other almost immediately.

“tell you.. what?” you mentally slap yourself. you’re clearly aware of what he’s insinuating but you’re suddenly lost for words. there’s a huge difference between seeing him in class and being alone together with him. it’s even more nerve wrecking than you imagined and oh god, is his ac broken? because it suddenly feels hot.

nanami raises a brow, evidently unamused. “i had the courtesy to make time for you when i should be having brunch now so i don’t appreciate you playing coy.” 

you gulp audibly, “i’m sorry, sir.”

“if it’s not clear to you yet, i’m talking about your grades.” he opens the drawer under his desk and pulls out a pile of paper before slamming it in front of you. you blink in surprise and flip through the pages, though you know you don’t need to see it when you already know what lies on them. there are a lot of red circles on the papers, namely yours, with huge unpleasant numbers on the corner ranging from 12% to 25%. 

then he takes out another file which you realize as your student record throughout your semester and the subjects you currently take. 

“i find it odd that you scored well for your other courses.” he skims through the pages. “you certainly didn’t cheat, i can tell.”

“no, of course not.”

“then, what’s the problem here?” his tired eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer or come up with whatever excuse.

“well, i–” 

“you’re doing it on purpose.” he snaps.

it’s as if time comes to a stop. your cheeks heat up with humiliation and you can’t bring yourself to continue to look at him in the eyes. although you’re aware that your silence means compliance, you’re still jumbling up words in your head to deny his assumption. 

“are you going to tell me i’m wrong?” 

“yes– i-i mean–” you stammer.

“then enlighten me.” he glances at the branded watch donned on his left wrist. “we have time.”

you shake your head, “i have another class soon.”

“skip it.” he quickly retorts. “i’m sure you have no problems with that. your grades are doing well for that one, but certainly not mine.”

sweat starts to form on your palms as you look down on your thighs, purposely avoiding his eyes that hold nothing but so much intensity. you’re weighing between two options; to keep on bluffing or come clean. you don’t think that nanami would let you get off the hook if you keep on lying and you’d definitely be bombarded with more questions, yet the outcome of the latter would be so embarrassing and you don’t know if you can live it down for the rest of the semester.

you’ve fantasized about being alone with him but.. not particularly this way. 

gathering courage and taking a deep breath, you decide it’s best to just tell him the truth.

“you’re right,” you feel your ears burning, hands clammy. “i purposely failed your class.”

lifting up your head, you see the male grinning lopsidedly in his seat. maybe he’s pleased that you’re not wasting his time anymore, you’re not sure, he’s not easy to read.

“wasn’t that easy?” he folds his arms in front of his chest. “i have my own speculation but i wanna hear why you did it.”

“um,” you look down to your hands again, also half wondering what kind of bold assumption he has in mind. “i was dared by my friend.”

“wrong,” he scoffs. “and look at me while you’re talking.”

you sigh defeatedly and nervously fix your gaze. if you’ve learned one thing now, it’s that your professor doesn’t have tolerance for bullshit and he knows one when he hears one.

“i-i did it for.. attention.” 

“my attention?” he emphasizes, maintaining his stoic persona to mask his amusement of finding out that his speculation turns out to be indeed true.

you purse your lips in a thin line, nodding your head quietly. nanami remains to stare at you as he ponders in silence. you can hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears and you want to break eye contact so badly but you’re certain it wouldn’t be wise. 

“all that, just for a crumb of my attention?” he spits with a hint of venom in his voice. “are you happy with what you did?”

well, you’ve imagined him punishing you on his desk, fuck you raw or spank you with his belt until your ass turns red– not some serious interrogation.

“no, sir.” 

nanami props his elbows on the table, hands clasped under his chin to keep his head up. the air around him becomes even more threatening but it somehow manages you to feel even more aroused, making your toes curl in your shoes. you definitely need to get out soon.

“you know, if i have even one student failing my class, i could get into trouble and be questioned for my performance.” he starts. “to have you doing that for your own selfish incentive is unacceptable, don’t you think?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble with meek.

“besides that, you might have to retake this course again for your next semester and it’ll waste your time– or..?”

you stay silent to let him continue.

“or you were intending to be in my class again so you can see me?” 

“y-yes.” you bashfully admit after one silent moment, knowing that lying will take you nowhere. “i’m sorry, sir.”

nanami chuckles, finding your naivety to be rather entertaining. never has he ever met a student like you, outwardly expressing their interest in him by failing their paper. he’s not too sure what you’re trying to get out of him but maybe he can put one and one together. it’s pretty common that younger women have an attraction to older men like him and your classmates are.. well, not exactly the best looking either. 

“are you?” he smirks cynically. “do you have any idea how many students i have to monitor? how tiring my job can be?”

“yes. it was inconsiderate of me. i’m sor–”

“show me.” nanami cuts you off and leans back on his chair. maybe he can push you a little bit, he thinks. you owe him this anyway.

you blink, perplexed. “what?”

“you kept saying sorry.” he undoes two of the buttons on his blue dress shirt and spreads his legs apart. “talk is cheap. show me.” 

you do a double take as he taps his thigh and waits for you to come over. you have the faintest idea of what he’s implying but your body freezes and your brain short-circuits as if paralyzed.

“you chose to lie again? you’re not really sorry, are you?” 

“no, no! that’s not it. i just..” 

an ongoing battle takes place in your mind– sure that this is a part of your deepest, darkest fantasy yet you’re just baffled over how quick nanami catches on to it. now that your debaucherous dream has become a vivid reality, you don’t know which is the right step to take. 

“but if not now, when?” a soft voice in your head whispers. if desire could embody a voice, you think this is it. gentle, yet seductive as if it attempts to give you a push to pluck and have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“how much longer do you have to touch yourself to the thoughts of your professor before you go to bed?”

“although this could be a one time thing, at least you’d know how it feels like.” 

you slowly get up from your seat and make your way towards him. nanami’s eyes trail up at you, down to the floor then back up at you; gesturing you to get on your knees.

you settle between his thick thighs and look up at him timidly through your lashes before you bring your hands to undo his belt.

“no hands.” he quickly demands. 

you lick your lips as you figure the structure of the belt and how you’re going to take it off without the aid of your hands. the taste of cold metal and leather instantly invades your palate as you feebly use your teeth to tug the front loop of his belt. your head shifts awkwardly side to side until you finally get to catch the buckle between your teeth, pulling it hard before the belt soon unfastens.

nanami only observes you indifferently from above, yet the large tent in front of you doesn’t conceal the excitement he currently possesses. 

you take a deep breath before you continue on succeeding your quest. you twist your neck as you find and tug on the fabric loop that holds the button.

“i know you’re a smart girl.” he praises as he rests his hand on top of your head while you struggle to lift up the zipper with your tongue and grasp it between your teeth. the simple praise inflates your confidence and you become more eager to complete your task so you can claim your awaiting prize.

with valiantness, you finally lock eyes with him as you pull down his zipper completely to reveal the huge bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs and the tip slightly poking out from the top. 

“hm? you still have to take it out, no?” he smirks as he notices you gape at the outline of his cock. 

you quickly pull yourself together and lean back up to the stretchy band on his waist. he hisses when he feels your tongue purposely graze against the flushed tip before you pull down the briefs by force to reveal the one thing you’ve been desiring for so long. 

you press your thighs together as a dull ache forms in your core from the sight of his thick cock standing proudly in front of you. it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined– it’s better and you’ve finally found it worth going through all that trouble of failing his class (and using your mouth to take off his pants).

“this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sneers, titling up your chin with his fingers, brushing your lips with his thumb and pulling the bottom lip apart so he can see a row of teeth.

“y-yes, sir.” you gulp and breathe as you wait for his next command. 

nanami’s lips tug into a conceited smirk, “suck.” 

leaning down your head to the base, you flatten your tongue underneath the shaft and slowly drag upwards in favor of reveling the veins on his hard cock. nanami lets out a sigh of content when he feels your tongue licking his tip and his hand tugs on your locks by reflex. you look at him as you wrap your lips around the tip, slobbering the tip with your saliva and his precum.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath and his head falls back when the warmth of your mouth finally engulfs his throbbing cock as you take most of the length inside your mouth.

you hollow your cheeks together, head bobbing up and down as you struggle to take more of his cock that you nearly choke whenever the tip hits the back of your throat, but the hand on top of your head grabs a fistful of your hair and he pushes your head down to sink all his length inside your mouth deeper. when you want to pull away, he only holds you in place and remains his cock down your throat. 

“through your nose.” he mutters. tears start to well in your eyes while your saliva just trickles down to his balls as he screws his eyes shut and relishes in the pleasure that washes throughout his body. “i needed this so bad, you know?” 

your whines only give him more stimulation and his hips jerk in response, “just wouldn’t think that a student– fuck– out of all people would choke on my dick.” he lets out a sardonic chuckle as if something just crossed his mind. “it’s wrong, but that’s what makes it feel so good, isn’t it?” 

nanami keeps you in the position as he ruts his hips slowly into your throat. his eyes are closed in concentration and his lips part slightly in fast and short pants. you work on your gag reflex as you let him fuck your mouth, enduring the sharp sting on your scalp when he tugs your hair harder– at least you know you’re making him feel good.

“if i cum in your mouth, you’d gladly swallow, won’t you?” 

you can feel his cock twitching when you let out a choke of assent from your throat but you splutter as soon as nanami abruptly pulls away his cock because of a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of you.

“get under the desk.” he urges and you quickly crawl to hide while he coughs and inches closer to his desk. “come in.”

you hear the door open followed by echoes of footsteps before it comes to a halt in front of his desk.

“didn’t i tell you to contact me before seeing me?” his voice is laced with irritation yet collected as he speaks. you can imagine the agitated look on his face, thinking it would be only natural for anyone to assume that he’s already having a bad day. and to them, interrupting the peak of his orgasm is most definitely not it. 

without a second thought, you take back his dick inside your mouth. a spur of triumph swells in your chest when you feel his body jolts in surprise. you think it’s only fair since he has choked you with his cock and what perfect timing to carry out your petty vengeance when the man is busy advising his student. 

however, nanami shifts on his seat to give you more access to take more length of his cock. he tries to stay composed as he feels your tongue gliding up and down his shaft but once the wet muscle prods against the slit, he emits an oddly sharp exhale. you can hear him almost stammering as he speaks and the way his tone changes to conceal the squelching sounds you elicit from underneath the table as you please his cock with zeal.

“so, i want you to fix the mistake and hmm..,” his hands ball into fists on the table as he takes a deep breath. “show me in class tomorrow.”

“sure. uh, are you okay, sir?” you hear the voice say. “you don’t look well.”

his eye twitches when your tongue wraps around his balls, taking one inside your mouth to suck harshly.

“yeah, fine.” he clears his throat. “thanks for asking.”

nanami only watches as his student turns to walk towards the door until the door closes behind him. once he’s sure that the student has left the door, he finally leans back on his chair in relief. 

“fuck.” he groans, glancing down at you as you look up at him innocently with doe eyes and your swollen lips wrapped prettily around his balls. yet, he looks dissatisfied more than anything. 

nanami grabs your arm and drags you out from under his desk until you’re on your feet, “i never took you as a fucking brat.” he lifts up your skirt and bites back a groan once he sees the damp patch on your panties. “did you touch yourself?”

you hum a ‘mhm’, feigning guiltlessness as he grazes his fingers on your inner thighs. 

“you’re just asking for me to touch you here, hm?” shivers run up your spine when his thumb ghosts over your wet slit and up to your clit.

“y-yes.” your breath hitches.

“begging for me to push your head on the table and ram my cock inside you?” he muses, pressing on your clit as he watches you squirm. “is that what you want?”

“please–” you roll your hips slightly to soothe the ache on his thumb but a hand comes down harshly on your ass, gesturing for you to stop in a fierce manner.

nanami chuckles mockingly, “well, that’s what exactly you’re not going to get.”

a whine elicits from your lips when he draws back his hands to his thighs and you glance at his dick; still throbbing and leaking precum from the florid tip. well, at least he hasn’t put it back inside his pants, so you still have a chance.

“come on. you haven’t shown me how much you’re sorry.”

with your inhibitions already flew out of the window, you stand in between his thighs, hoist the skirt to your waist and tug your panties to the side before squatting down to smear your slick on his dick. sparks of arousal swim through you as you grind your clit on the tip before you sink down, gasping as his thick cock stretches your cunt and down until you’re filled to the brim.

you glance at the male expectantly, waiting for him to move but he raises a questioning brow at you, “if you want something, work for it.”

not exactly what you sought for, but it should suffice. you begin to gyrate your hips slowly, adjusting to his size before you can pick up the pace. you fight the urge to hold onto him for leverage, in fear he wouldn’t appreciate the crumple on his expensive dress shirt later.

as you become more delirious, you start to hump his cock vigorously, whining like a bitch in heat as you feel every vein and ridges on his cock brushing deliciously against your walls. nanami lifts the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth and you quickly catch it between your teeth. 

“the door isn’t locked, you know.” he muses, staring at your bouncing tits with half lidded eyes; mesmerized and thick with lust. “what’s going to happen if someone comes in and sees you bouncing on her professor’s cock like a little whore?”

a low, guttural sound rips from his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him in response.

“you’d like that, don’t you?” he smirks, tugging your bra down slightly and brushes his thumb against the erected nipple, making you mewl through the fabric in your mouth.

“you know you’re not supposed to do this but,” he brings up his thumb to caress your cheek. “you’re just so eager to please me, aren’t you?”

you sniffle in response, hands clutching on his solid thighs as you melt into his soft gaze before it’s gone in an instant.

“but i don’t like brats.” he sneers, drawing his hand away to slap your breast. “i don’t like people making my job harder. are you a brat?”

you shake your head, he slaps again.

“you act like one. stop lying.”

nanami tugs down the shirt from your mouth, a part of the fabric already drenched with your drool. his large hand circles around your throat while the other grips your hip firmly to roll your hip even faster on his dick. 

“oh– feels good–!” you moan wantonly, eyes rolling back as you let him control your body and assert his dominance over you.

“fuck it does.” he presses your throat tighter on the sides, restricting air from entering your lungs but your walls squeeze harder in retaliation. 

“bratty little bitch. clamping down on me like that.” he grits out and slaps across your face. what seems to be a rather harsh form of treatment, the pleasure filled sting and the lack of oxygen only fuel your arousal that you don’t even notice the way you hump on his cock has become more rapturous.

“getting off to this?” nanami slaps your other cheek before he lets go of his grip around your neck and you’re finally able to breathe air again. yet, he doesn’t spare you time to gather yourself before he promptly lifts up your hips and starts to pound inside your cunt relentlessly. 

the position causes you to tip to the front and you immediately hold on to him; face burying on the crook of his neck while his cologne fills your senses and sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“you like me using your tight cunt like that?” nanami grabs your ass for leverage, the angle allows him to fuck you so deep that you’re able to feel his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“y-yes–!” you cry, the pressure in your stomach building up as you inch closer to an orgasm.

“like it when i use you to take out my frustrations?” he spanks the meaty flesh; walls clenching tighter on his fat cock and more slick dripping down his balls. “you just want to be my little cocksleeve, don’t you?”

“yesyesyes– please–!” your body starts to tremble above him. “w-wanna cum–”

“then fucking cum.” nanami rams into your cunny faster, abusing the spongy walls until the pressure snaps and tips you over the edge. you moan breathlessly into his neck, while your pussy gushes and creams around his cock. 

“that’s a good girl,” he fucks you through your high, grunting and panting as he pushes through the pulsing walls in order to chase his high. “and good girls get rewarded, right?”

you hum in agreement, still dazed and swimming in ecstasy as you gawk at him with heavy lidded eyes; the sweat glistening his forehead and sharp eyes focusing on where your bodies join. 

“then you’re gonna get some huge load in this pretty pussy.” his pace begins to stutter, nails digging deeper into your skin before his cock twitches and his hips freeze as he paints your insides white with cum.

both exhausted bodies rest against each other, chests heaving as you and nanami take time to regain composure and come down from your highs. he lifts you up slightly to take out his spent cock and he tugs back your panties in place, not minding the cum that dribbles from your quivering hole. 

your legs tremble once you get off of him that you have to force yourself to find your footing as you fix your skirt while the older male pulls back his pants in place. 

“do your best for your next papers, no more of that bullshit.” he fastens his buttons and straightens his tie before raising his hands to brush against his sleek, light brown hair that’s mixed with a few strands of grey. “but if you have any problems, just come and see me in my office.”

nanami falls quiet for a brief second to contemplate and you straighten your back when you once again meet his icy gaze, “after hours.”

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Flirting with Danger

Ramon x f reader

Chapter 2: One of Us

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⚠️Warnings: show canon warnings, pot smoking, being tempted to behave badly, brief mention of reader smoking bud in the past. If you don’t/never have just ignore that detail.  | no minors please! Adult 18+ blog!!

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You were prepared for a lot of things, but not this.

Ramon instantly took a liking to you and sitting in VIP soon became a common occurrence, much to the annoyance of the other bottle girls.

You’d be working, going about your shift and vibing with the music, then the moment Ramon strolled in, with his pack behind him, he’d greet you with a huge smile and guide you to the table with a gentle hand on your lower back. It got to the point where you barely worked when Ramon was there. And no one was stupid enough to argue with him about it. Your shift was over when he said it was over.

As your second month at Roxanne draws near, you start to form a friendship with Ramon. You found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, laugh with him - there was something about Ramon that felt so … effortless? So much so you couldn’t help but wonder what if, what if you met under different circumstances? What if there was a world, where a murder-happy Ramon didn’t exist?   What could this be if he wasn’t a madman?

As Ramon got comfortable with you, he started flirting more openly in a playful way. Trying to stay smart about this, you knew you couldn't give into your desires and kept your walls up. You stuck to your boundaries so well in fact, that one day when he tried to kiss you, you stepped back and his big brown eyes filled with confusion, followed by a flash of hot anger.

You still remember that moment like it was yesterday. Your heart nearly stopped beating and not in the fun way , in the oh shit I'm going to die way . After the rejection, he angrily cursed and walked away from you. Ramon ignored you the rest of the night, busying himself with his family, his friends, dancing, having girls all over him.

But through all of this, his eyes kept searching for you. And no matter if he was laughing, ranting, or smiling the moment you’d make eye contact his expression would drop, briefly revealing the fact that he was sulking underneath all the performing of not caring and having fun.

You kept busy working that night. It was easier than being scared shitless and sitting awkwardly in their section. It was the tensest you’ve ever been, muscles tight, jaw clenched, at one point you were sure your hands were sweating.

Your thoughts were working overtime and just when you contemplated asking to leave early, Dina found you and escorted you upstairs to the office. As you two head for the stairs, you notice Ramon in VIP, dancing with two girls. One of them was kissing all up on him, and you felt a tiny tinge of something you shouldn’t be feeling at  all, jealousy. You follow Dina and push the thought away, he’s not my man. I don’t care. It’s fine.

You shift your mind instead to Dina and ponder why she pulled you away. A new level of anxiety rose quickly with each step and by the time you both entered the office; your heart was pounding in your chest.

Though Ramon was instantly intrigued and smitten, the rest of the family took some more work, especially Benjamin and Enedina. Benjamin finally started warming up a little, in his way, and Dina, well, you weren’t sure. She was stoic and intimidating.

Dina leaned against the desk and lit a cigarette. Leaving you hanging on her silence, with just the music pumping in the background, she takes a drag, crosses her arms, and looks you over.

You don’t know if it was due your anxiety, but one of the many thoughts lingering in your mind makes it to your lips, “I know he’s mad at me, I didn’t mean to upset him, I just -, i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Dina, you realized, noticed everything. So, you were always extra careful around her. She was like the wise owl of the family despite her young years. After rejecting Ramon, you noticed her in the distance, she saw everything.

Giving nothing away on how she’s feeling or why you’re up here. Dina takes another drag of the cigarette and stands tall. She walks over to the blinds and uses her fingers to make an opening.  She watches the dance floor. You stand at her side. “Look, right there.” She points.

You follow her finger and notice Ramon in the crowd.

Enedina continues. “He’ll be fine. You see, even with all those people around him, he’s still looking for you.”

You take a closer look. The long-haired girl is kissing on his neck, two of the Narcos juniors are close and talking to him. But Ramons eyes search the room, scanning everyone's faces. Instead of laughing and smiling his expression, even from this distance, looks more solemn.

You take a deep breath in then out and lower your head.

Dina moves her fingers; the blinds bounce back into place.  “He’ll cool off. Go home.” She said, taking another drag.

“What if - will I get in trouble?”

Dina chuckles, “I’ll take care of it. Just go.”

Despite keeping a poker face, you were freaking out. Being on Ramons bad side is the last fucking thing you needed.

Dina walked over to the door. She opens it for you. Maybe this was her way of calming you, before you busted a blood vessel. Maybe you passed the Enedina test?

You thank her and leave the office. You make a b-line for the back rooms, gather your things and leave. You didn’t let yourself look back, but you were sure Ramon watched you leave.

As you stepped outside, your last undercover job replayed in your mind. You’ve been in tough situations before, even on the last job, but this feels like the most dangerous one of all. On top of that, you realized your emotions were now involved and this was definitely something to worry about.

Did you actually have feelings for Ramon?

Were you starting to feel attached to this family?

You found yourself wishing they weren’t so - likeable and charming...and fun. It would make all of this so much easier. At least with your last undercover, they were bad people who also sucked as human beings, it made it easy to do your job and stay detached, but this mission wouldn’t be so seamless.

Returning to your car, you started running a list of all the bad things about Ramon, and the Arellano Felix family. You had to hold on to these, you had to keep them in the front of your mind.  

…

After a good night of sleep, you wake and feel hopeful for the days to come. You were good at your job . And this family would be your ultimate test. You could do this. You just have to stay on the right side of the tracks and quell the fires burning inside of you.

As you purge your mental notes and prepare for your next monthly report, the phone rings. It’s almost as if fate heard your thoughts and decided to fuck with you. The moment you hear the voice on the other side of the phone you feel both joy and panic.

“Princesa,” though you can’t see him, you can hear Ramon’s smile on the other side of the phone, “what are you doing today?”

“Nothing much…” you lean against the hallway wall and contemplate finding an excuse to hang up. But you want to talk to him, you like the sound of his voice. “You?”

“Just hanging with my turtle,” he said with a childlike innocence. A completely different tone from last night when you rejected the kiss. “You should meet him!”

You chuckle, “You have a pet turtle?”

“Hell yeah I do, you’d like him - he’d like you.” Ramon replied.

With each word exchanged, the feeling of panic lessened, being replaced by excitement.  

“I’d like to meet him.” You say before realizing it.

Ramon perks up on the other end, “Spend the day with me. I’ll pick you up.”

Before you could say no, Ramon hung up.

Then it hits you, how did he get your number? And you couldn’t call him back, you didn’t have his. The feeling of panic starts to rise again. But, much to your embarrassment, you’re actually looking forward to seeing him. You could go somewhere for the day, then he’d show up to an empty apartment (which if he had your  number, he surely knew where you lived too), or, you could stay and just see, out of curiosity, how the day goes?

Deciding to test the waters, you pack up your project for the day and hide everything out of sight. You had no plans of inviting him up, but it would still be smart to hide this stuff anyway. After doing that, you take a shower and get ready.

After getting ready, you hang around watching TV mindlessly, your head filled with Ramon. You knew from investigating the family, now seeing it with your own eyes, Ramon is a moody guy. He was like the weather, without notice a storm could roll it, the sun could rise, or the day could be dark and misty. Though he was overall fun loving and youthful, it was still hard to know for sure what you’d get with Ramon. It made the fact that he could kill ruthlessly even scarier.

You make a decision to be adventurous today but stay smart. No kissing Ramon. No matter how much you wanted to. You’d keep it light, like friends and then bring your ass right back home. You’d walk the fine line and try your damn hardest to stay on his good side.

…

When you met Ramon outside, you felt butterflies in your stomach. He looked cute enough to eat in his very expensive, very flashy red car.  After greeting you with excitement, he held the passenger side door open for you as you got inside. He even put your seatbelt on for you.

As you settled in, he watched you with a smile. “Anywhere you want to go?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, let’s drive and see where we end up.”

Liking this idea, Ramon grinned. His warm brown eyes leave yours and settle on the road as the car speeds away from your building. You remind yourself of three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

To your surprise, it ends up being one of the most beautiful days you’ve had in a long time and through it all, Ramon remains chill. You were sure the pot helped, which you very gently turned down. You are an agent, but you have enjoyed your share of bud once in a while, in the past. Was it wrong? Yeah but, no one was really a saint, right? But Ramon didn’t need to know that, and you definitely needed your full alertness around him

The day started with a scenic drive; it was gorgeous. Ramon was a fast driver and you kept hoping to God or whatever was in the sky that you didn’t die or crash. But once he finally switched to cruising mode, you were thanking your stars and enjoyed the ride more.

During this drive, he asked if you were hungry and the two of you stopped to get some food. You ate outside and enjoyed the perfect day. After being on the road for a while, the two of you pass through a small town and see an outside concert in the park. You park the car and enjoy the show for a while before hitting the road again. After this, you pass through a larger city and stop at an art exhibit that caught your eye.

Inside, you can’t stop smiling and laughing as Ramon studies the art. He gets way more into it than you expected, likely due to the pot. Watching him alone made the stop worth it. As the sun starts to set, you stop somewhere for dinner and Ramon insists you get milkshakes as well. During dinner, Ramon picks from your plate and drinks from your straw. He even urged you to toss fries in his mouth so he could catch them.

You haven’t dated in a while, and especially not here in Mexico. But the whole day definitely feels like a date. Though you are enjoying it fully, you keep reminding yourself of the three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

As the day draws to a close, Ramon doesn’t bring you home. He brings you to his house. Before you can finally realize what's happening, he ushers you inside and gives you a tour. Everyone is there, Benjamin, Enedina, Francis, their freaking mother.

In your mind you kept repeating, oh fuck oh fuck, this is actually happening. Smile. Don’t look freaked. Smile. Be normal. Ramon even introduces you to his turtle.

Though you gently suggest you should go home because it was late, Ramon brushes it off and insists you join him in his game room , “ it would be fun.” You figured as much, but after spending this whole say with him, you realized it’s near impossible to say no to Ramon. He was like an excited little kid dragging you along to see all his favorite things.

As he promised, you did have fun. The room was full of every game you could imagine with a huge TV on the wall. Ramon is competitive, but you are too, it only adds to how much fun the two of you are having.

Before you realize it, the clock says 11pm. You really need to get home. Plus, you need to get your report started. You were already 3 days late. As you think about this, Ramon returns to the room with a big bucket of popcorn, wearing a wide silly grin.

“Ramon, I should go home. I have a long day tomorrow. This was really fun though.” You said.

He flashes those puppy dog eyes at you, “just stay over. We have extra bedrooms,” he drops down on the oversized couch next to you, some popcorn spills out of the bowl. He takes a handful and watches the movie on the screen.

You look down, his thigh is pressing against yours, “-maybe another time. I do need to get home.”

“I’ll drive you back in the morning.” Ramon, eyes still on the screen, hands you the bowl.

Fuck.

You weigh your options and the possible reactions you could rise out of him if you keep insisting. Do you just sleep in one of these rooms for the night, in this ridiculous mansion, or do you continue to push your point? Was it worth it to possibly set him off?

Ramons laugh draws your eyes back to him. You can’t even remember what movie he put on; you were too busy freaking out internally.

“Here, have some,” he notices you don’t eat any popcorn and turns to you. Ramon picks one up and holds it, like he’s going to toss it.

“No, “you smile and shake your head, “I'm fine.”

Ramon grins and tosses it your way anyway. It hits your cheek. Ramons laughs and tosses another, then another until you open your mouth to catch them.

As the movie plays, Ramon eventually ends up laying across your lap. You know you should move him, but you don’t want to. Before you can stop yourself, you reach down and touch his hair. Ramon instantly melts to your touch and hums. When you stop, he turns and looks up at you, “Don’t stop.”

Despite your best efforts, you feel like puddy in his hands. You thread your fingers through his hair, and he grins, returning to his previous position. At some point, Ramon falls asleep in your lap. You watch him sleep for a while and notice the way his arm is securely around your legs. He looks so peaceful like this, so angelic.

The thing that’s having the biggest effect on you is the fact that he didn’t force himself on you. He just enjoyed the day with you and that makes you want to kiss him even more. You never imagined the dangerous moody Ramon could be so - respectful. It fucks with your emotions even more.

You sigh and stare at the end credits on the screen. This feels nice, peaceful. And it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t at all. Sleep soon lulls you, washing over you like a wave.

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[little-spoiled-brat]

pairing: levi x reader

cw: fluff, death glares, levi being a protective father

- she’s a daddy’s girl -

levi is typically not bothered by anything. he minds his own business and always keeps a cool head even when facing huge problems. however, the stoic captain will lose his shit whenever you or your child are involved — even if you only got accidentally involved.

it was a day off for the scouts today, everyone was in their casual clothes, going out to town, visiting their families back home or simply sleeping in for the day. it was also one of the rare times d/n can go outside and play. with no blades accidentally flying about or sparring cadets, the four year old child can run around the training field to her heart’s content.

you usually let her run around the headquarters during day offs. she was a smart kid for her age, she already knew never to stray away from the premises and not to touch any sharp objects. although you still kept an eye on her ninety nine percent of the time — even when you're busy with training.

d/n and her little feet went outside the office, presumably heading to her aunt’s lab as she is always curious about the colorful mixtures hange has in there.

“should i go follow her?” you asked your husband who was also watching his daughter wobble out of the office. “shitty glasses know what i’ll do to her if she harms d/n, she’ll be fine”

you chuckled, turning back to your paperworks that you didn’t necessarily need to do but did them anyway. levi was right and besides, d/n rarely got to roam around the headquarters so you let her curious self be.

however, you were appalled when d/n came back to the office crying a few minutes later. levi getting out of his chair and rushing to her faster than you could blink — his fatherly instincts kicking in within seconds of hearing her sob.

levi picked the small child up, holding her tightly against him as she clung onto him. hange came running in a few seconds later, holding d/n's favorite titan plushie and breathing heavily that indicated that she ran after her.

“shitty glasses, what happened?” levi snapped, running his hand down d/n’s back to calm her down. hange put up a finger, telling him to give her a second to catch her breath. she gave d/n her plushie and started talking once she caught her breath.

“in my defense, she was with me the entire time and we went outside to test this invention i made. completely harmless, i didn’t hurt her in any way before you two lash out on me. i accidentally flung it into a tree and went to go get it when some new recruits started picking on her, i guess they didn’t know she was your child-“ hange said but didn’t get to finish, levi handed d/n over to you and stomped out of the office.

you have never seen levi so angry. angrily heading to the common room, knowing exactly which new recruits hange was talking about. you, hange and d/n followed levi just in case.

“oi, shitheads!” levi called out to the new recruits that were sitting by the fireplace, laughing about something. the three of them stood up immediately and saluting when they saw levi.

d/n whimpered, clinging onto you tightly and hiding her face in your neck. all of your eyes averted to that one sound and the new recruits’ faces went pale after realizing who’s child they just messed with.

"why didn't you tell me it was captain levi's child? i shouldn't have taken the plushie" one of the new recruits nudged his friend beside him. you glared at the the three of them, making them cower in even more fear.

"run laps, all of you. don't come back inside until i tell you" levi snapped and the recruits looked at each other before looking back at their captain.

"but it's a day off?" one of them said, making levi narrow his eyes and he immediately regretted saying that. "tch. do i look like i give a shit? laps, now"

they sighed, regretting their life choices in an instant before pushing each other out of the building to head outside and start their laps. d/n clutched her titan plushie, glaring at the three of them when they walked past her.

"i'll go watch them, make sure they run their laps" hange said, pinching d/n's cheeks before following after the recruits. levi appeared by your side, d/n reaching over to him immediately.

"d/n glared at them on their way out, their souls probably left their bodies upon seeing her glaring at them" you said, handing your daughter over to levi. he chuckled, pressing a tender kiss on d/n's cheek.

word got out from the new recruits that they experienced the wrath of the one and only captain levi, complaining how they had to run laps until their legs almost fell off. the news reached everyone, even erwin, and everyone found it amusing how much they regret messing with the only child in the headquarters.

but what you found more amusing was when you heard them say that d/n's glare was more scarier than levi's glare or yours. after what happened, they learned their lesson to not mess with the child of ackerman blood — not because of levi's punishments but because of the death glare they were going to get from d/n.

"that's our daughter, learning from the best"

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

[sweetestlamb]

Try A Little Tenderness

Summary: Han Seo gets treated with kindness and affection and he doesn’t know how to process these foreign feelings. Also he gets a first eye contact of the mafia couple. 

Author's note: A few of you said you would like to read this so I popped it out real quick in between real life and all that mess, I did something like this for IOTNBO and really enjoyed that sometimes it’s fun to see a relationship from an outsider’s pov. I also saw a few people say that they ship our puppy with a certain someone so I threw in some crumbs because the visuals would be very pretty and good for my health. It has talks of past abuse (see psychopath brother) but I don’t think it’s any darker than the regular show. Happy reading! 

He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to realize that he's nowhere near good or smart enough to keep alive such less work so closely to them and listen to their plans. They trust him, he can tell by the way that conversations don't taper off if he comes into the room with another question about how to use the copy machine- there are so many buttons and it's confusing figuring it out by myself.

This first time he sheepishly asks for help after reading articles online and coming no closer to understanding the massive machine, he expects more fanfare; a slap on the cheek, a rap on the forehead or just a simple sigh and "idiot" that he would smile in the face of but the word would stick to his heart for days on end. His eyes were glued to the ground after his inquiry so he missed whatever look they originally gave him but surprisingly enough Ms. Hong stepped forward, he almost flinched as the hand approached his view but instead of pain he just felt warmth on his shoulder.

Guiding him with the hand on his shoulder, she led him back over to the machine and patiently explained all the buttons to him, even smiling gently when he pulled out a little notepad to write down the many directions.

"You really only need these three buttons this is the power button, but this thing is ancient so sometimes it may need a good kick." He jumped marginally at the loud bang of her foot against the side, quickly writing that down as well.

Really old. Needs kick.

"Then you press this button to choose the amount of copies, choose double or single sided and choose with staple and that's it." His eyes darted rapidly trying to keep up with her directions while taking his notes. It sounded simple enough but his brother had taught him that if there was a way to fuck something up, he would find it, naturally. So his nerves skyrocketed when she turned to him with a grin and said, "Are you ready for another test? Make 20 copies of these." She handed him a small stack of papers. 

His heart jerked in his chest and suddenly he was fifteen years old again staring at a test sheet and knowing none of the answers. It was hard to study with the fear of Han Seok barging into his room at any moment to do another sick experiment on him, once he had sliced his finger just to watch it bleed. He'd told his father that he accidentally cut himself while cooking and let the shame wash over him as he got a look that screamed that he was incompetent and pathetic.

"Han Seo? Are you okay? You seem like you're a million miles away." The pretty lawyer's concerned voice brought him back to reality and he could feel the stares of the other men in the room on his skin, Vincenzo being the heaviest. He really didn't want to look stupid on front of the man for some unexplored reason. He swallowed hard before facing the machine, feeling like he was going off to war.

He pressed the big power button, shaken when nothing happened but suddenly remembered his notes and with an almost unnoticeable glance he found his answer, swiftly kicking the beast of a copier he watched it roar to life and almost on autopilot he mimicked the motions that Ms. Hong had just demonstrated and watched in terror as the paper was swallowed and the copies were spit out from the compartment in the bottom.

I did it.

Everything seemed to be in order and the machine hadn't exploded. Yet. 

"Oh."

The triumphant smile that had graced his face slide off like rain on a windowpane.

"I messed up. I'm sorry. Please let me try-"

He was bowing before he could stop himself, shame a familiar friend at this point in his life. There were very little moments that he didn't feel a tsunami of shame crashing over him in a thick heavy sheet.

"You just forget to select stapled. But that's minor, we can just staple them by hand." She responded nonchalantly picking up the copies and bringing them over to the table, "Good job though. Next time you'll probably get it perfect right?"

It was pathetic. He was pathetic. There was no reason for pride to grow in his chest like a mustard seed, he had only completed a basic task. Something that even a monkey could, actually monkeys could do even more complicated tasks.  It was nothing to be proud of. He shouldn't have been smiling as largely as he was, they would think he was insane and kick him out.

But.

She'd said he did a good job. That wasn't a phrase he was used to hearing, he wasn't someone who did anything worth praising. He shuffled away back to the shelves that needed to be organized in alphabetical order, moving a large file to the front of the row unaware that there was an equally huge smile on his face. It stayed there for the rest of the day.

Working there was different from working with his brother. Astronomically. Nobody hit him there, even when he made mistakes. Instead he just got three heads over his shoulder helping him fix said mistake or Mr. Nam pushing his chair out of the way and taking over with only a gentle chide of, "Be careful next time." And it's clear that they all care for and respect each other. It's evident in the way that there's no clear hierarchy at the law firm, when they have meetings they alternate on who makes the coffee for the team, take turns buying meals and they are all allowed to speak and share their ideas without waiting for approval. It's nothing like he's used to and it makes him wonder if this is normal and what he's used to is...not.

It's enough to overwhelm him.

Then something catches his attention in the peripheral of his eye, Ms. Hong impatiently goes to take a sip of her coffee ignoring Vincenzo's firm warning against doing so and she flinches at the heat of the beverage, sticking out her tongue instantly after the first sip, blowing and huffing theatrically- something he's grown used to seeing from her. This isn't what shocks him though, it's Vincenzo's reaction. Immediately he walks over to the water cooler, filling a little paper cup before bringing it back over to her and thrusting the cool liquid into her outstretched hands.

"I told you to be careful." He says voices filled with exasperation as she gulps down the water, shooting him puppy dog eyes.

"I thouf it mould be cool enouf." She replies around her extended tongue and he watches the interaction with wide eyes, that only grow larger when the murderous Mafia member picks up the lawyers mug of steaming liquid and starts to blow on her coffee, his lips puckered into a perfect o. Ms. Hong watches absently as if this is expected behavior and after a few minutes, Vincenzo takes a sip of her coffee deeming it cool enough before handing it back to her. She takes a sip dangerously close to the spot his mouth had just occupied and hums at the temperature, shooting him a brilliant smile. To his utter surprise the usually stoic Mafia member smiles back fondly, before walking off to make a call. Ms. Hong watches him walk away before realizing that he's watching their interaction and a delicate blush blossoms in her cheeks before she stutters walking off to her table.

He glances between the two with his head tilted. Feeling curious.

Once he starts looking it's almost indecent how often the two touch each other, Vincenzo's hand never too far from Ms. Hong's back or arm and she never reacts to the sudden touches, no flinching or tensing up when a foreign hand is suddenly on her person. That's a new concept for him, he doesn't like surprise touches.

Then there's the fact that Mr. Cassano never allows Ms. Hong to hold anything, when she comes bustling through the doors with bags in her hand the smell of pasta permeating the room the older man is already making his way across the room tugging the bags from her hands wordlessly. He places them carefully on the table before smoothly dragging out her chair and guiding her into it with a hand on her waist.

"I brought your favorite. Authentic Italian food." She smirks up at him, opening the containers and he feels his mouth water at the tantalizing aroma that fills the room even more than before.

"It smells amazing! Where did you find authentic Italian food?" He asks inserting himself into their conversation and for a minute, he second guesses himself gearing up for a blow. But it never comes and Ms. Hong waves him closer, pushing a container of thick noodles in his direction.

"Are you hungry? Here have some!" She shoves chopsticks into his hand and watches him eagerly and he can do nothing but follow her orders, stuffing the tomato sauce drenched noodles into his mouth. When he looks up he sees that they are both watched him avidly, awaiting his review and he smiles around his bulging cheeks putting up two thumbs.

"It's delicious! Best Italian food I've ever had!" He stares excitedly and he's unprepared for Vincenzo's sudden glare, it's the first time the man has thrown such a look his way he gulps nervously at the unnerving sight.

"What- did I say something wrong?" He warily asks watching the Italian man angrily stomp off whilst muttering something indecipherable to him but that makes Ms. Hong smile mischievously, grabbing the container and chasing after the fleeing man.

"Stop being a snob! Have some, say ahhhh!" He can't comprehend the sight that he's watching, dumbfounded as the petite lawyer hangs on Mr. Cassano's arm and tries to feed him the Italian food.

"No! I don't want it, stop! Why do you keep bringing that here?" The Italian Mafia boss whines pushing her away but he notes that he never pushes her too hard, his shoves are very soft barely rocking her slight body. When she starts to chase him around the room, Han Seo can only watch in shock the behavior too childish for him to reconcile that these are the same people who have been thwarting all his brother's plans. Not even Mr. Nam entering the office is enough to stop their shenanigans and in the end it's Vincenzo who admits defeat, backed into a wall. Han Seo waits for her to give him the food and for this moment to come to an end. But neither one of them make a move, frozen against the wall staring at each other looking a million miles away.

It's then that it clicks for him.

They are more than just partners. 

When one of the various plaza tenants burst through the doors only then is the tense moment severed, Ms. Hong jumps back flustered thrusting her hand at his face and Mr. Cassano has to open his mouth lest he get smashed in the jaw. He watches amused as a grimace crosses the older man's face as he swallows the food as if it's poison.

Ms. Hong flies across to help the cute pianist that he's seen around a plaza a few times. He stares at her from under his bangs, looking away when she catches his eyes. Coughing loudly he walks away to do something important that doesn't involve losing his wits because of a pretty girl. Maybe he can talk to Mr. Cassano later just to ask about her, there's nothing wrong with being curious about your neighbors after all.

He doesn't know where else to go so he comes to Jipuragi, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees all the lights off. He pulls the key that Mr. Nam gave him from his pocket, still in disbelief that they trusted him enough to give him a key to the establishment. He had blinked away tears when the older man pushed the small metal object into his hands, it felt like a huge responsibility. Almost like he was being accepted into their makeshift family. It was far more than he deserved. 

Sitting down on his chair, he lets the agony wash over him. His cheek is throbbing, sore and swollen from the open handed slaps against the skin. Their stocks had dropped again from all the accusations and bad publicity, and his brother had once again taken it out on him berating him like a dog before kicking me out. It's nothing new, nothing he's never experienced before but it feels worst. Now that he's been around people who don't treat him like he's dirt, it hurts even more to go back to the old ways. He's so lost in thought he doesn't notice the door opening or the person creeping inside.

"What are you doing here?"

He jumps at the unexpected voice, twisting in his seat panicked. His heart rate settles once he sees the cool eyes of the man he's grown to respect. Vincenzo Cassano. He slumps in his seat, no excuses coming to mind and then it's too late and the other man is crossing the room and taking a seat across from him.

Those cold eyes narrow as they search his face, "What happened to your face?"

Images of his brother looming over him and slapping him on the ground flood his mind, along with his screams of pain as he pleads for him to stop. Then visions of a much smaller version of himself pleading similarly as his brother pulled his hair and laughed at his cries. He's crying before he ever realizes that the tear has condensed. 

Vincenzo tenses across the table, looking lost and uncomfortable.

It only makes him cry harder. It's so much better than getting hit.

Without a word the Mafia boss stands up pushing his chair away, stomping powerfully to the door. He watches alarmed before finding his voice and calling out, "Where are you going?"

The man looks at him darkly answering, "To kill your brother."

He gapes at the statement said so matter of fact and a bubble of laughter rises to the surface, making him chuckle through his tears. He rears back further at the other man's blatant confusion following his outburst, feeling freer than he's ever felt because this is the first time someone has tried to defend him.

It feels nice. Better than nice, unbelievable.

His heart thumps as he looks at the other man that he has every reason to be scared of but instead he feels safer than ever in his presence, it almost feels like what a brother should. A real brother not the one that he has who would kill him tomorrow without batting an eyelash.

"He's not done suffering yet. But thank you." Vincenzo shifts awkwardly at his show of gratitude never accepting of thanks something he has noticed while observing the enigmatic man, he vaguely wonders what this man has been through to make the complicated person he sees in front of him. Maybe one day he'll ask.

"Well if you're going to stay here, there's a bed up there."

Impulsively he replies, "Have you ever used it before? Is it really okay for me to use?"

He's met with a puzzled look, which he returns with a calculating one and then he spares a quick glance over to Ms. Hong's table and the gears click and Vincenzo is tomato faced and yelling, "Watch your mouth you brat! Do you want a beating?"

It shouldn't be funny with his face still throbbing from a beating just hours earlier, but he laughs so much his stomach hurts and that pain dulls the ache in his face.

"Oh my goodness what happened to your face?" He's barely able to get out an answer before Ms. Hong is jogging across the room, ever so gently catching his face in her small warm hands. Immediately he's reminded of his mother and he has to look away before he embarrasses himself.

He mumbles a lie about tripping but she's already sending a ferocious knowing look over to her partner and he watches their silent conversation with large eyes, until her voice breaks the pregnant pause.

"I can't wait until we kill that punk. How dare he put a hand on you? I'll go get some medicine, you-" she points to Vincenzo, "get him some ice before it starts to swell." The man automatically follows her instructions, looking like a dutiful husband.

And that's how Mr. Nam finds them, Vincenzo pressing ice wrapped in towels against his cheek as Ms. Hong squeezes creamy ointment onto her finger and smears it across his cheek. He blames his glossy eyes on the pain in his cheek and not the one in his chest.

It's his first time walking around the plaza and he tries to ignore the suspicious eyes that trail him, he knows that they know him as their enemy's brother and underling so he doesn't blame them for not trusting him, he would do the same. The clang of piano keys catches his attention and leads him to the source of the noise like a siren luring lost men, he watches transfixed through the glass as delicate fingers fly across the keys in a frenzy. It’s mesmerizing. 

He was forced to get piano lessons when he was younger, he was surprisingly good at it even better than Han Seok thus his brother became enraged and smashed his fingers putting a permanent end to his lessons.

The music lulls him into a sense of comfort so much so he doesn't realize when it ends and the small pianist notices that she has an audience.

When he finally looks up and catches her eye, he freaks out expecting her to look at him like all the others have today so he's unprepared for the door to slide open and for her to beckon him in with a crooked finger. He walks in almost as if in a trance, she's so pretty it's almost unnatural a supernatural glow surrounding her in her white flowing dress.

"How does it feel working at Jipuragi?" She asks suddenly catching him off guard, he sputters before taking a deep breath and looking away before replying, "I feel useful. It's....new."

That's all he can disclose and honestly it's more than he intended on saying but a knowing smile stretches across her pale face.

"Vincenzo, he's someone special who can make others feel special too." He smarts at the clear adoration in her voice, of course. She liked Vincenzo too. Every woman at this plaza probably did, the Italian was much more appealing than he would ever be- naturally charismatic and handsome, every woman's dream.

He smiles defeated stepping further into the space, running his fingers longingly across the piano keys. Something else that just wasn't meant for him.

"You like him too. It makes sense, he's really cool." He whispers, self deprecation swaddling him like a blanket. 

It's obvious who else he's referring to only Vincenzo and Ms. Hong seem to be in denial at this point everyone else assuming that they're already dating.

She doesn't deny his accusation. It's his own fault for having hope but that knowledge does nothing to tamper the hurt that rumbles in his chest. 

She hums before walking closer to him, fingers trailing across the black and white keys.

"I did. But they're good together."

He stills in shock, lightly pressing down on the key beneath his finger the sound vibrating through his skin. Then she presses another key that rings harmoniously with his and he can't not look over at her and he jolts breath stuck in his throat when he finds her already staring at him with a serene smile, "There are a lot of interesting people here though, someone else has caught my eye."

He plays the final note to fulfil the chord they started and their eyes never leave the other, music floating on the air between them.

Full. He’s never known what that felt like before but now he feels full of everything and he can't go back, can't ever go back to the way things once were.

There’s no looking back, only forward. 

[laketaj24]

The Business II: Sorry Mama

A/N: Sorry, I promised this Monday! But here it is! It is a little lengthy, but I think it’s worth it. Taglist here. Reqs are open! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, a little pettiness -

Part I

Colson Baker Masterlist

Song Inspo: Sorry Mama, Phem and Machine Gun Kelly

His home made you feel as if your tiny loft apartment above the record store was a fuck up. You didn’t even have a front door in Colorado, and here you were being presented a room bigger than your entire apartment. You sat comfortably on the bed, trying to escape a reality that was smacking you in the face.  

“Interview at the radio station in the morning.” You had out your planner jotting down the long list of his upcoming events and practices. “Shit, he’s going to Cleveland next week.” Did you even have your license? Were you able to fly?

“Busy?” He knocked on the open bedroom door and then leaned his tall body against the door frame.

“Uhm, just making a schedule for the next few days.”

“Are you always awkward as hell?”

You scoffed. “Are you always abrasive?”

“Abrasive, no. Honest, generally yes. I’ve been trying to get you alone for two days.”

“I didn’t know.” You lied. His attempts were blatant; he’d bought you coffee every morning, granted you were his assistant, and he’d attempted conversations with you but him being your boss made it hard to define the lines in whatever you two were doing. “What are you trying to get me alone for?”

“To talk,” Colson walked into your room. “How are you liking it?”

“It’s pretty busy; you travel a lot.”

He chuckled. “Yep, all the time. Are you regretting it?”

“No,” you answered. “You?”

“Nah, I mean, you haven’t gotten me coffee or like done anything yet, but I think you’re cool.”

Your mouth dropped, and he burst into laughter. “Can I do anything for you today, Mr. Baker?”

“For me, no. I’m great. But you can come out of this room and go a few places.”

“My wardrobe is shitty. I’ve washed this outfit three times. And it’s not even mine.”

“It’s clear it’s mine,” he laughed again. “Let’s get you some clothes.”

“I’m gonna pay you back.”

“No, the fuck you’re not, meet me downstairs. And you gotta wear your own shoes, you can’t fit mine. I’m like certain you don’t have big feet.”

He disappeared, leaving you in the bedroom by your lonesome. You had been sheltered the past three days, not talking to anyone but Kara, who had nothing good to say. And at this point, it didn’t matter. You just wanted her to stop calling you; she’d left you drunk with a bus full of men and said good luck.

The phone rang again and again; you answered, this time perching it on your shoulder. “Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Do I sound distraught to you?”

“You don’t have to be a smart ass! You quit your job. You haven’t come home. I was worried.”

“I’ve got a new job; I’m good. Thanks.”

“Being a whore?” She scoffed. “What’s the job?”

“None of your god damn business, you smart-ass arrogant bitch.” The call ended, and the eyes of Rook landed on you. “What?”

“You okay?”

“Oh, I’m better than fine.” You growled. Perhaps you shouldn’t take your anger out on him, but you did. “Can you move?”

“Certainly.” He smirked.

He moved out of the way, and you headed down the stairs; Colson awaited keys in hand and a smile on his face. “Assistant?”

“Colson.”

“Yeah?”

“Are we leaving?”

“Yeah.” He opened the door for you and waited for you to go first. You lead the way staring at the array of vehicles in the driveway.

 The store didn’t have everything that you wanted, but you were impressed it offered more than what you expected.” You looked at the black dress, slinkily hanging from the manikin. The satin would hug your curves, but it wouldn’t put them out for everyone to see. You liked it. You touched the soft fabric and then picked it up.

“If you get that dress, you gotta wear it home.” He said from behind you.

“Why is that” You two had not addressed the elephant in the room. You’d rode this man for hours straight and would do it again if he looked at you a certain way. But he was now your boss; there were lines to not cross in business. This was an apparent line that should not be crossed.

“I want my clothes back.” He said with a crooked smile. “So you either wear that or go naked?” Colson shrugged and looked in the body-length mirror in front of him. “You can decide; I think U might win either way.”

“What’s the prize that you win?”

“I don’t know exactly; you've been quiet as hell ever since you got off  the tour bus.”

“I don’t remember how we met.” You admitted.

“You remember nothing?” He cocked a brow. Colson looked at you through the mirror; his face is stoic and unmoving. “You were that fucked up?”

“I’m not a good girl.” You answered. “I figured you knew that.”

“I don’t like good girls, so perfect.” He turned to face you and bit his lip. “You really remember nothing?”

“Is it worth remembering?” You teased.

“I’ll give you a refresher.” Colson pointed to the dress. “Put that on.”

“I’ll don’t think I want it anymore.” You brushed past him and looked up. “I’ll find something I like Colson, you just chill. Isn’t that what you told me you were here for? Just to chill.”

“You’re right; take your time.” Colson gave in quickly with a slight nod, and he moved to the men’s part of the store, not paying you any attention.

You were not a good girl; that made telling him no easy. So if you wanted to fuck him, you could fuck him. But, unfortunately, this was not the time; you barely remembered how this all started. Had it not been for the video footage, you’d be fucked. The feelings were all there, you blushed every time he cracked a smile, and yet you stood in a mental chamber confused about what to do.

You picked up a few items and headed into the changing rooms. They were huge, not like the department storerooms you were accustomed to; there was a mirror and a chair. You hung threw your clothes over the door and picked up the first dress. It was bright yellow, not really what an assistant should wear. You didn’t care. You slid it over your hips, jumping once to get over your ass, and then looked in the mirror. Yellow always looked good on you. You shook your head yes and smiled. Shit…, you were beautiful, hair pulled a messy ass bun and glasses on the tip of your noses, and you were the baddest bitch you’d ever seen in your eyes.

It was a yes for the yellow dress. You tossed it over the door creating a mental yes pile for yourself. It took you about ten minutes to try on every dress. Three yes and two no, it worked for you. Maybe he would find a normal store so you could have leggings; there was no way in hell you were wearing dresses the entire gig. You shimmied out of the last dress and tossed it over the door, and it disappeared, snatched down the moment it hit the door. Then you realized… no clothes were hanging there. Every piece you’d draped over was gone. You stood with your panties in bra with a dropped mouth. The awe was real; he got you. The sneaky man fucking left you helpless.

“Colson!”

“What’s up?” He asked innocently.

“Where the fuck are my clothes?”

“Oh, my clothes? They are in the car.”

“Oh my god! You asshole. Give me my clothes.” Your heart dropped as you heard his laughter, and then you joined him. “This is not how you fuck me again.”

“It is, however, how I get you to try this dress on for me.” He hung the black dress over the door. “Please?”

“Fine!”

“Thank you, Y/N. You are so difficult.”

“Mark my words, you sneaky little bastard.”

“Little?”

You snickered. “Big sneaky cocky bastard.”

“Better,” Colson said. “What words am I marking?”

“If you get this pussy… it won’t be today.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes.” You took the dress from him and started to get dressed. He somehow guessed your size appropriately, and you didn’t even care; you were impressed. The dress felt as good as you imagined earlier. It fit you right, hitting a few inches above your knee, accentuated your ass, and making your breast pop. This was a club dress for sure, but here you were, walking out the dressing room with it. Colson awaited you in the front of the store, bags in his hand and a wicked smile on his face. “You like it?”

“Fucking love it.” He shook his head and pointed to the clerk. “She’s fine as fuck, right.”

The woman blushed and pulled her hair behind her ear. “It looks good on you!” She beamed.

“Don’t lie; she’s fine as hell.” He walked over to you, draping his long arm around your shoulders. “You like it?”

“I do.”

“Road trip.” He took your hand in his and pushed the front door open to the store, and lead you out. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Good, I could eat too.” The edged sentence hit your pussy immediately, but he just kept walking to the car, ignoring the few people who recognized who he was and opened the door for you. They kept their distance, but the vultures were out and clicking their cameras.

Colson hopped into the car and pointed to your seatbelt. “Buckle up.”

“You're not worried about them?”

“Who?”

“The paparazzi”

“Oh, Nah, they got a job to do. Let them do it.” He shrugged.

“They’ll know about me.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He merged into traffic and sighed. “They’ll know you’re my assistant tomorrow at the interview.”

“Right!” You exhaled. Small reality check, you swallowed and looked into the bag. “You have a busy tomorrow lined up, you know that?”

“I do; you do too.”

“Are you sure about having me as your assistant? I can go home; you don’t have to keep being nice to me because a groupie made it back to Cali with you.”

“Nah, you act like you don’t even like me.” He shot you a loo a sped the car up, “You got nothing to worry about, right?”

“That’s right.”

 He got food for the both of you, but he didn’t head back to his place. Instead, you were outside of the city driving up the hills of California; you’d always wanted to come here, so you took in the scenery while mentally going over the schedule again for tomorrow. Colson's hand rested on your thigh, the calloused pads of his fingers stroked playfully up and down your legs. You liked the feeling. It had been a while since you’d felt some guitarist hands on your body. Apparently, he played it more than you gave him credit. He gripped you occasionally and dug into your flesh. Sensual act for someone who had a new girl every three days.

“You’re from Colorado,” He asked as the car slowed at the top of the hill. The plateau gave a good view of the city that thrived a few miles over.

“No, I’m actually from Texas, but I left when I was twenty. My parents were hella strict.” You peeked into the bag of food and grabbed one of his fries.

“Colorado served you well.”

“I just moved there, I went to New York, got a really good job, lost it, and then moved to Colorado with my mom and her new husband. I hate it.”

“Well, good you don’t live there anymore.” Colson parked the car, let his seat back, and took the bag from you.

“You say th-,” Your phone rang. Your mother’s face flashed before you, and you rolled your eyes. “Give me a moment.”

Parents were needed; you knew this, but your mother had criticisms, and if you knew Kara, she’d called your mom to tell her about the last few days. No, you had not answered her calls, and you didn’t intend to deal with it now, but if you knew your mother correctly, she was two seconds from declaring you are missing.

“Hello.” You answered the Facetime call, and your mother did not look impressed, just worried.

“Y/N.” She shook her head. “Where are you? Did you quit your job? Haven’t you been home in days? Are you okay?’

“I am fine.” You shook your head. “I have a new job now, and I will be home soon. I promise.”

“With that, whatever the fuck he is?” She stared at you.

Colson leaned in the frame, “Performer. Hey Miss Y/L/N.”

“I am married now; that’s not my name.” She cut daggers into him. “Walk away from him; I would like to talk to you alone.”

You sighed, “Be back.” You stepped out of the car and walked a few steps from him. You hoped he wouldn’t hear your mom act a complete ass on the line, but she was about to be loud. “Mom.”

“Don’t fucking mom me,” She hissed. “Don’t do this,” She paused. “Come home, now. Tell that tug to give you a ride, and maybe they’ll hire you back at the gas station.”

“You really think your daughter is only worthy of a gas station?” Colson appeared behind you.

“Give me a second.”

“Hang up on her.” He shrugged. “Conversation was over before it started; she didn’t give you a chance to explain anything. She just assumed you were out whoring?” He raised his brow at you. “Conversation was done five seconds ago; hang up.”

“Tell that boy to stay out of this,” She added.

“Mom, I got a job as his assistant.”

“A whore?”

“Okay,” You tried to block her assumption ut. “I will call you back later.”

“Yeah, away from him.” She ended the call.

“You know how to make shit worst!” You stared at him.

“Or better. Fuck her, fuck that little ass gas station. Fuck her calling you a whore.” Colson took your hand and spun you around once; the move resembled dancing. You felt like you were floating; he twirled you back to your chest.

“I didn’t know you were this sweet.” You said, looking up at him.

“I have my moments.” He admitted. He swayed with you. “They’re not as rare as people think.” Colson sighed and lifted you from the ground easily. Your feet dangled as he walked you back to the car and placed you on the hood. “I think this is going to be good for you, so don’t worry about the shit that’s going on back home; this is a good thing.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I keep meaning that shit too.” He stood in front of you and lifted your chin. “You really don’t remember that fucking kiss.”

“Which one,” You smiled.

“This one,” Colson’s lips met yours, and your breath disappeared as did the need to breathe, and you didn’t instantly remember, but the butterflies were familiar. He cradled your head to give him more access; his tongue dipped into your mouth and met yours. You moaned, tasting him, and fought the urge to wrap your arms around him and moving this along faster.

You pushed him back a little and took a quick breath. “It was that good?”

“Um, that was better.” His face turned a shade of red. “Fuck.”

You two met again, this time with no intention of stopping. Colson’s long fingers moved up the line of your thighs, pulling the soft fabric with it; you raised your ass from the hood of the car and unbuckled his belt. “What’re you gonna do to me?” You whispered.

“Make you forget who you are,” He whispered.  

Were you going to fuck him on the hood of his car? Absolutely. You tugged at the seam of his boxers, tugging on the elastic, and he pulled them down enough for him to spring out from them. Eagerly you stroked him from hilt to tip, and he pushed you back on the hood of the car, fuck warming you up… you were wet enough. He gripped your thighs, pushing them open and running his fingers down the slit of your pussy before he slammed into you.

The sun had started to set, but if anyone wanted a show of you getting fucked they had it, legs open and back arched from the car. He suppressed a growl fucking you slowly. He took pleasure in watching your face contort each time his length went into you. “You’re perfect.”Colson’s tone dropped to a whisper, but that fucking whisper was enough. You wanted to sit up and ride the fuck out of him.

He hit deep, the curve of his cock hitting the right time you bucked against him, spasming, and he’d only been in yu a few minutes. “How many are you gonna give me today?” Colson asked.

“How many do you want?” You rested on your elbows and gave him a smile.

“Everything you fucking got.” He slid out of you and pulled you closer to him, kissing you before he turned you around and bent you over the car and slapped the round globes of your ass. Colson played for a second, slipping one finger into you and then another. You mewled, wiggling your ass against his war cock, coaxing him to slide into you. He played into it, rubbing the head of his cock across your entrance and then sliding back into you.

Your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, and you were flushed, relishing his movements. He pushed into you, rounding his and pulling you back onto him. “Look at that pretty pussy.” He hovered over you. “How she’s fucking shaking for me; I think she remembers who daddy is… Let me see if I can make you.”

Was that a challenge? His hand traveled down your back to the line of your ass, and he pushed a finger into you while he continued to fuck you. His pace left you winded, but the feel of the pressure of him being in both had you elated. “Fu-,” You bit your tongue.

“Y/N.” He sung and then slammed into you once more. His finger curved, and you screamed. “Say it for me, call me daddy.”

“Daddy, don’t stop.” You all but sang, and Colson reacted accordingly, making his fingers move expertly to apply just enough pressure, and his cock hit just the right angle. Of course, you fell apart under him, but he didn’t stop, nor did you want him to. You could handle this if this is what he wanted from you.

The thought of him stopping hadn’t crossed his mind; he was too enchanted in watching your ass bounce on him and feeling the shockwaves of the orgasm flow through your pussy onto his cock.

 The evening passed seamlessly; you had worked up an appetite, so you ate, talking about tomorrow, and he drove back to the house. The house was quieter than usual, TVs could be heard, but everyone had separated. “Get some sleep.” He said, opening the front door for you. “we got a busy ass day tomorrow.”

“Will do, good-,” Colson’s lips met yours once more. “Night.”

“Night.” He took the bags from you. “See you tomorrow.”

Your mind raced as you walked up the steps to your room. This was going to be more difficult than you intended, fuck blurred lines--- you could barely see straight.

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Don’t Take Him (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Word Count: 2,074

The car couldn’t possibly go any faster as you raced down the practically deserted street. What used to be one of the main roads into the city of Sokovia had become somewhat overgrown and cracked since it’s downfall.

You remembered when it happened. The disaster was on the news for weeks, the huge hole left where the city was, destroyed remnants of the city only further destroyed during the search for survivors, or bodies. The death toll grew every day, it was truly a devastating loss.

With the only surviving royal, Helmut Zemo, thrown into prison, the country was practically demolished and wiped off the map. A lake replaced what was remaining of the city, and a monument was built to memorialize those that had died.

Helmut Zemo was the whole reason you were driving well over the speed limit down a not so safe road.

You hadn’t expected to like him when you first met. You were working at the prison, bringing those in solitary confinement their meals.

He grew on you though, he was smart, funny, and could talk about almost every topic under the sun. You felt for him, you really did, losing his family in the Battle of Sokovia the way he did.

Sure, he may have killed the King of Wakanda and practically became the reason the Avengers nearly disbanded, but he wasn’t a horrible human being, he wasn’t evil. All Zemo had wanted was for someone to be blamed for what happened to his family.

As the years went on you fell for him and he reciprocated the feeling. You told him you’d wait for him, even after getting a new job away from the prison.

What you never expected though was for him to show up at the front door of your apartment, with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson no less, to whisk you away to help him and the other two find out who was making super soldiers and to stop the Flag Smashers.

You were thrilled obviously, he was here, right in front of you, no glass, no cameras watching, but there was a constant nagging in your mind, a nauseous feeling in your stomach that there was no way that this would last.

When the Dora Milaje showed up in Latvia to take him back to prison, that feeling was proven to not just be a “what if”, but more of a constant dread in the pit of your stomach. Neither of you really discussed it, just tried to spend as much time together as possible.

That was of course proven difficult with the Flag Smashers and John Walker getting in the way of everything.

Sam and Bucky of course were no help, they didn’t trust Zemo one bit, which you could understand, but it seemed no one was on your side. The two men even questioned you on how you could be with him.

You tried to explain that even though he had made past mistakes you didn’t think that defined him as a person, and you felt as though you both found each other at the right time. Of course, they both thought that was bullshit.

Everything seemed to be going alright until the Dora Milaje declared Zemo had run out of time and came to collect him. During a whirlwind fight between John, Sam, and Bucky though, the Baron disappeared, apparently escaping through the sewage hole in the bathroom of his home you were staying in in Latvia.

John Walker then brutally killed one of the Flag Smashers in front of maybe fifty people, so after he, Bucky, and Sam all left Latvia, you decided there was only one place Zemo would be.

That was more than 15 hours ago, you’d been driving all night, and your GPS was having a hard time trying to locate a city that no longer existed which only fed your frustration. Although you were beyond pissed he’d left you alone, you had to get him back.

Currently according to the GPS, the memorial was only five minutes out and apparently if you headed straight through the woods to your right you would find it. So, pulling over you jumped out of the car, sprinting into the trees.

You were breathing hard, running faster and faster, fueled only by adrenaline as you were exhausted from driving all night.

You were silently begging that he’d there, that it wouldn’t be too late.

Breaking through the trees you startled the two men standing at the memorial. Bucky was there, pointing a gun at Zemo’s head, and Zemo stood there, calm as can be.

“Don’t!” you shouted running over and putting yourself between the gun and the man you loved.

“Y/N, move,” Bucky told you, face stoic, hand steady as he aimed the gun.

“No,” you said, standing your ground, fists clenched as you tried your best to keep the tears at bay.

You felt hands on your waist as you were gently moved to the side, “It’s alright, angel,” Zemo’s voice came from behind you, “Move aside.”

Turning around, you mentally cursed yourself as a few tears slipped down your cheeks, “I am not going to stand here and let him shoot you,” you said sternly.

Zemo remained calm, giving you a small, sad smile. He took your face in his hands, placing a kiss to your forehead, “Please, let me go sweetheart,” he told you, placing his forehead against yours.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. Your grip was tight, you were holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to the Earth.

The familiar scent of his cologne was comforting but only made your heart break further. You were fully crying now, your breath catching in your throat as Zemo’s arms circled around you.

“You’ll find someone else, someone better for you, I promise,” Zemo spoke to you softly. He placed a few kisses on your head, breathing you in for a moment before taking your arms from around him. He was no super soldier but from years of training in the army and special forces, he was strong.

With a push from Zemo you were sent stumbling backwards, Bucky grabbed your arm, swiftly pulling you behind him.

“No, NO!” you screamed as Bucky raised the gun again.

“Go ahead,” Zemo told Bucky, giving you one last look before Bucky pulled the trigger.

It took both you and Zemo a moment to realize nothing had happened. Bucky held out his opposite hand, opening it to show the bullets and casings in his hand as he dropped them to ground.

Zemo nodded, accepting that he was not going to die, he was in for something much worse.

“He’s all yours!” Bucky called, looking over Zemo’s shoulder, it was then you noticed three of the Dora Milaje standing there, ready to take Zemo.

You moved from behind Bucky, “No, no please, please,” you begged, moving to grab Zemo again, hugging him tightly.

You felt as though you couldn’t breathe, your face was wet from all the tears, you probably looked like a mess.

“Y/N, let him go,” Bucky told you, trying to coax you away from the man.

“NO!” you shouted, pressing your face into Zemo’s chest this time as he hugged you again.

Zemo ran a hand through your hair, shushing you quietly, trying to comfort you in what was going to be your last few moments together for god knows how long.

“Please moya lyubov', I have to go now, we both knew this would not be forever,” Zemo told you, pulling you off him.

You couldn’t believe he was just accepting this; he was going to be put away for the rest of his life no doubt, somewhere more secure where you would never see him again.

You on the other hand were sobbing as you turned towards the Dora Milaje, “Please! I-I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything! Please! Just don’t take him again, please!” you begged.

The one you recognized as Ayo shook her head, “He must pay for his crimes, he knows what he’s done, let him go little girl.”

Zemo grabbed you, giving you a quick, soft kiss and you grabbed the front of his coat, gripping onto him tightly. Pulling away from the kiss Zemo took your hands in his, bringing each up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

“Stay safe angel, alright? Promise me,” Zemo told you, making sure you looked him in the eye.

You could only nod, gripping onto his coat again. “Use your words, promise me,” Zemo spoke.

“I-I promise,” you whimpered, your vision blurring from the tears as you shivered from a cold gust of wind.

Zemo shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around you, you smiled through the tears a bit. Even facing life in prison, he was still a gentleman.

You felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from Zemo. Practically clawing at him you tried to keep him near you, but Bucky was too strong as he held you back.

“James,” Zemo said, turning his attention to the super soldier. “Take care of her, will you?”

You assumed Bucky nodded or gave acknowledgment, because Zemo gave you one last sad smile, “Do not worry moya lyubov', we will see each other again.”

With that, he turned and followed the three warriors towards the jet waiting for them.

Ayo came over, telling Bucky something but you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your own begging.

“No, no, no please! Please! I’ll do anything, don’t take him, please!” you were screaming after the three warriors and the man you loved. “Helmut please!”

None of them looked back as you continued to fight against Bucky, trying to escape his grasp to run after them, to do anything to keep them from taking Zemo away.

It was no use, and Bucky only let you go when the four were flying away in the Wakandan made jet.

You collapsed, the stones beneath you no doubt bruising your knees as you fell. Bucky didn’t try to comfort you as you sobbed, burying your face in your hands.

Zemo’s last words to you gave you no comfort as you cried until your throat was raw and you felt as though you were out of tears.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up, Bucky was kneeling in front of you, trying to comfort you now, “Come on kid, you can’t stay here,” he told you.

Silently nodding you took Bucky’s hand as he helped you up, “I’ll drive,” he told you, “I’m assuming you drove?” he asked.

Only nodding again, you gave Bucky the keys from your jeans pocket as you both made your way back into the trees towards the car. You shoved your arms through the too big coat Zemo had given you, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

Your heart felt as though it had shattered, you had just started to feel as though your life with Zemo had just started, and now it had all come crashing down.

You could only hope his words would ring true and you’d see him again.

***

It was weeks later when the shrill ringing of a phone that didn’t sound like yours broke the silence of your apartment.

You were laying on the couch, wallowing in self pity as you had been doing for the past few weeks.

The only solace you’d gotten was when Zemo’s butler, Oeznik, had called you to tell you that you were welcome to stay in one of the Baron’s many houses worldwide, any expenses would be paid for by the Baron of course.

Oeznik also reassured you Zemo was doing fine, as fine as fine could be in a maximum-security prison.

Bucky called you as well, keeping his promise to Zemo, you ignored most of his calls though, he was the reason they took him away.

Getting off the couch, you searched for the source of the ringing, finally discovering it was Zemo’s coat you had thrown across the back of one of the kitchen table chairs, where it had sat since you’d put it there.

Rummaging through the pockets you found a phone, it looked older, one of those cheap track phones.

Hesitantly, you flipped it open, the ringing stopped before you spoke, “Hello? Who is this?”

"Printessa, it’s me.”

A/N: Well, this is my first time writing for Zemo and of course it had to be angst lol. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know if you’d want more Zemo! Thank you for reading! 

Russian Translations:

moya lyubov' - my love 

Printessa - Princess 

[travellingarmy]

║Albedo║Notice Me

Fluff.

Word count: 1.1k

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You were either too dumb to notice or purposely doing it-- either way, Albedo didn't stop in his attempt to court you. However, he was getting pretty impatient and irritated at how you dismiss his approach.

"(Y/N), don't you think this flower is beautiful?" he asks, eyes trained on the flower in his hand. You turned your head towards the blonde and stare at the flower. "Yeah, I guess.. Why are you asking?" As a knight under the command of Mondstadt's Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team, you were assigned to follow him outside the city's wall and to the outskirts of the region.

Apparently, an adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild had stumbled upon a ruin that had been sealed away by a pile of huge rocks, and since the Knight of Favonius' takeover of the ruin, it was your duty to look inside the ruin for anything. It doesn't matter what it is as long as it is something. Although, you didn't know why you were the only one that Albedo wanted to come in his search, or did you?

You have seen the way he looks at you; his face was stoic as ever but his eyes held a warmth that was never directed to anybody else-- not even Sucrose who stays by his side more than you. But, you refused to return his feelings. It wasn't as if you didn't have any mutual feelings towards the alchemist, you just thought it would be fun to act dumb. You want to see more from him; you want to see him grow more annoyed at every of his failed attempts to court you.

"I suddenly thought of you. Don't you think it suits you?" He turns to stare at you with his cerulean eyes, showing you that same glimmer filled with hearts. It was one of his many approaches. You laughed, dismissing his way to flirt with you. It's cute, really. "You speak as if I'm dead." Ah, there you go again. His eyes narrow slightly and something that looked like disappointment flash in his eyes before he returned to his stone-faced look.

"No, you aren't.." His eyes returned to the flower and then tossing it off to the side at random. "My apologies if it sounded that way." He walks deeper inside the ruin, leaving you to trail not too far from him. At this point, you weren't sure if you had saddened him but since you didn't know, you huffed a smile and followed quietly. Was he finally at his breaking point, upset that things always failed to go the way he wanted it to go with you?

If you want a straightforward answer, then it's yes.

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"Are you sure you should be continuing to ignore his interactions?" Amber asks, sitting across you while both of you enjoy lunch at Good Hunter's. The Outrider had caught wind of the changes with the Chief Alchemist not too soon he started to boldly ask you out fo a meal in a more discreet way. "Hm? What do you mean?" you ask, feigning idiocy.

The brunette sighs. "You've seen how Sir Albedo looks at you, don't lie!" Amber says, taking a bite out of her sticky honey roast. You remained silent, watching her eat to a point that made her awkward. Was it time to throw in the towel and go along with his attempts? It has been prolonging for too long, after all. "Uh.. (Y/N)?" You blinked a couple of times before your attention was on the female.

You laughed. "Sorry, I don't understand what you mean." You gave a closed-eyed smile at the female. No, now is not the right time to kick the bucket just yet. If you did, you won't have the chances to look at his frustrated look when every time he fails and gets a laugh out of it. There is no fun in that. And you were one to be remembered by how much you seek fun and laughter out of things.

Amber stares at you defeatedly, brows slightly dipping. "Whatever you say.." You laughed. "Don't think about it too much and ruin your pretty little head. Just eat your food." You rested your face on the palm of your hand. Amber stares at you, raising a brow before returning her energy to munch on the food, quickly forgetting the conversation.

Afterwards, the Outrider had to separate from you, bidding you goodbye for now. You turned on your heels, presumably heading towards the headquarters. You hadn't seen Albedo at all today and wondered if he's out somewhere. You chuckled at the thought if whether or not he'd try his luck again but to only fail.

Unknowingly, the person of question approaches you from behind while your guard was down. You yelp as he grabs your shoulder and turn you around and backing you against a wall. It happened all too fast and it showed on your face, eyes wide as you comprehend what just happened.

You blinked twice and soon, your focus was on the alchemist, Albedo. He had one of his hand on the wall- besides your head- and stare at you with a tight lip. "Huh, Albedo? What do you--" "I like you." The word came out so easily that you weren't sure that you heard that right. Yeah, you know that he likes you but to boldly confess? You didn't expect that from a man like him.

"S, sorry, could you repeat that? I think I've--" "No, you haven't," he said, cutting you off once more. " I like you, (Y/N). And I know you're smart to have caught on so why are you dodging my attempts?" Oh boy, he really has become impatient. It was visible in his eyes that he wasn't going to try anymore.

Blood rushes to your face. "I, uh.." "Don't act dumb. Tell me whether or not you hold any feelings for me. If not, I will back away from you," he said in all seriousness. He couldn't continue playing chase anymore.

When you hadn't said anything in a reasonable amount of time, he sighs and turns on his heels, ready to walk away and forget ever courting you. When you realized this, you took his hand, stopping his and returning his attention to you, looking over his shoulder. "W, wait, I.." You avert your eyes to the side, not wanting him to leave and to never look at you the way you wanted ever again. "I, I like you too.." Finally, the words he wanted to hear from you finally left your tongue and made him smile.

You let go of his hand as he turns his whole body towards you. He then cups your face between his hands and brought your foreheads together, forcing you to look at him. Heat rushes to your face by ten folds at the closeness. "I'm happy to hear that."

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[flightlessangelwings]

Sweet Surprise

Marcus Moreno x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none, fluff, food mention, no use of y/n, established relationship

Request from anon: “Could you do a Marcus Moreno x reader where they’re secretly dating because they don’t want to hurt Missy or are afraid of how she would react, and she found out the truth in one way or another. You can decide the end 😊 Please”

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Music played from your little speaker as you and Marcus mixed the batter together in his kitchen. You two had been dating in secret for the past few months, and life had never been better. He was the kindest, sweetest, most caring person you had ever met, and you felt honored that he chose you to be with. Marcus Moreno treated you better than anyone ever had, and you felt yourself fall in love with him faster than you ever thought you could.

When he asked to keep your relationship a secret, you were concerned at first. You had been hurt in the past when your partner asked the same of you. It took you weeks to find out that you were a secret because you were the side piece, and you did not want a repeat of your past. And you were afraid to tell any of this to Marcus too, since your relationship was so new at the time.

“It hurt, Marcus,” you finally broke down and told him what happened, “I felt so used and betrayed and…” you told him how you closed yourself off from love after that, and it was only his kindness and good heart that made you start to open up again.

However, Marcus was completely different. He understood your feelings, and explained his reasoning to you, “I want to keep you safe,” he told you that enemies sometimes liked to use the heroes families and loved ones against them, “And I worry about what Missy would think. Just until we’re sure about what this is,” he paused as he looked at you with those big brown eyes as he cupped the side of your face, “I promise I won’t hurt you like your ex did.”

You nodded and smiled, “You’re right, Marcus.” The sincere look in his face told you that you could trust him with your heart.

From that day, months passed and the more time you spent with each other, the more you both knew that this was something serious. The nights you spent apart felt cold and lonely, and you fell asleep on the phone with him almost every night. You only stayed over when Missy was at a friend’s house, and Marcus always took you home before he went to pick her up in the morning.

She saw you come over at times, but you and Marcus insisted that you were just friends to her. It must be a family trait in the Moreno family to be likeable, because the more time you spent with Missy, the more you liked her too. She was fun and smart and a great kid. Sometimes, you would spend time there just to teach her how to bake or to help her paint a room as a surprise for Marcus. And she seemed to enjoy your company as well, which was a relief to you.

You and Marcus Moreno were in love, you were both completely sure of that. And after a long talk, you both decided it was time to tell Missy. So the next morning, you decided to bake a cake together and share the news with his daughter. What better way to break the news than with a delicious homemade cake?

You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed this much. As capable as Marcus was out in the field, he could not make his way around the kitchen to save his life. Thankfully, you were there to save the day for him. 

The two of you danced together as you added the ingredients one by one to the mixing bowl until the batter was nice and creamy. You couldn’t resist the temptation to dip your finger in and place a little dollop on Marcus’ nose. He giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in while you kissed the batter off his face.

Marcus mirrored your action and scooped even more batter than you did and smothered it across your face. His movement was less graceful than yours, but it was adorable. He pulled you close and nibbled at your skin as he licked the mess off your face, although he mostly just made a bigger mess in the process.

“Marcus…” you giggled as you tried to push him away when he found a ticklish spot on your skin, “We have to get this in the oven before we eat all the batter.”

“But you taste so sweet, baby,” he gave you a little pout as he tightened his grip on your hips. 

“Ha ha,” you chortled back before you turned around and froze.

Marcus said your name in concern as he watched your posture stiffen. He followed your gaze to find that Missy came home early from her friend’s house and she stood in the doorway to the kitchen with her mouth open in shock. You took a step away from Marcus as fear ran through your system.

“Missy, listen,” Marcus stepped in front of you, “Let me explain,” he held his hands up as he tried to find the right words.

Her face stayed stoic, “You two are dating aren’t you?”

You held your breath but stayed silent.

Marcus sighed and dropped his head; this was not how he wanted his daughter to find out, but he also didn’t want to lie to her. “Yeah, we are,” he met her eyes, “But listen…”

“I knew it!” Missy’s face lit up as she bounced with joy, “I knew it!” she wrapped her arms around her father in a tight hug.

You stayed frozen, and it wasn’t until she let Marcus go and ran over to you that you broke from your trance. She hugged you tightly, and you felt the warmth in her embrace, “So… You’re ok with this?” you asked as you hugged her back.

“Are you kidding?!” she glanced between you and Marcus, “I figured this out months ago. You guys suck at hiding things,” she said with a chuckle.

Marcus’ eye met yours and you two shared a glance. You thought you were so careful when you were around Missy, but obviously you weren’t. Part of you was worried she wouldn’t be happy, even though you two got along so well, but her reaction was a huge relief.

Missy said your name to get your attention, “You make my dad happy, I can tell,” her words made tears from in your eyes, “And you don’t put the eggs in the sink.”

“Hey,” Marcus cut in, “That was one time.”

“Twice,” you and Missy replied in unison. 

“Oh no,” Marcus sighed as you and Missy burst into laughter, “I’m in trouble now aren’t I? You two are going to start ganging up on me.”

You grabbed a spoon off the counter and dipped it into the batter before you handed it to Missy. She eagerly took it and licked the batter off while you stepped over to Marcus and wrapped your arms around him, “With a daughter that intuitive, you’re definitely in trouble, Marcus.”

He laughed at that as he held you tight against him and placed a sweet kiss to your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

“Ew,” Missy exclaimed, “Come on guys! Children are present,” she gestured to herself as she gave you two the same puppy dog eyes that Marcus used on you at times. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you dropped your gaze as heat rose in your face from embarrassment, “How about we finish this cake together?”

Marcus moved so that he stood between you and Missy and put an arm around each of you, “I’d like that.”

“Me too,” Missy added with the brightest smile you had ever seen from her.

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001 and Loceit 😁😁 --🌶🌶🌶

when I started shipping it if I did:

When I was 7 pages into the murder mystery comic. I was a fool who thought this:

was gonna stay a joke. Hooooo, boi was I wrong. Because I spent my 2 week vacation giving them a sad™ backstory, and realised I actualy really like their dynamic and now I can never go back, the brainrot is too strong.

my thoughts:

No thoughts at this point, only a stack of doodles and comic pages with fluff so indulgent it's too emberassing to share and a playlist of songs I want to make loceit animatics too.

Ok one thought: I find it absolutly hillarious that I took the two most stoic and academically smart characters in the shows and made their braincells allergic to each other.

What makes me happy about them:

The overlapping of interrests. The fact that these two could grow with each other. Logan catching Janus lies, but rolling with them anyway. Janus playing up Logan's confidence.

What makes me sad about them:

With all the angst in the fandom I feel like they keep playing against each other. This can literally be said about any other relationship too, tbh.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Love confession that avolve into: lets f*ck in a matter of seconds/minutes? (i mean, i generally avoid smut, but I also adore ace Logan and/or Janus headcannons)

things I look for in fanfic:

I mean, I like that trope in general, but especially for loceit.

+them convincing ach other to take a break.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I'm a huge fan of both loceit and intruality, but tbh, I'm fine with any combination of intrulomoceit (pairings/poly ships, uou name it I'll take it). Both moceit and logicality is cute and wholesome, while both demus and intrulogical is wild or ride and fun. Like, obviously I'd chose loceit and intruality over any other ship combo but I'm ok with the others ^^'.

My happily ever after for them:

Having some relaxing quiet time. I just want them to be soft together, not necesarry romantically, but I want them to be able to work on projects together and getting to discuss book, phylosophy, sharing gossip, sipping mom juice together. Relaxing.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Both, both is good. Janus placing himself between Logan and whatever project he had once again worked too long on to force him to take a break, or Loggan wrapping his arms around Janus while they both work or read has my heart. So does the concept of tiny Janus trying desperatly to wrap himself around Logan's back, or in-canon-verse, using all of his six arms to do so.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Just, leaning against each other while going about their day. Little hugs through out the day ;-;, both reading a book, sharing a blanket.