#i am in such a state of annoyance....like why are we all talking about our GPAs & class ranks. we're grown adults

[justmeinadaze]

I'm in Control Part 6 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: On my computer these gifs are gigantic and I am ok with that because I need a big Steddie hug right now. I'm just done being an adult. Lol. Anyway, here you ya go.

There are many, MANY aggressive feels here especially from Eddie. This isn't going to be fluffy by any means but it's heading somewhere good... I hope <3. :P.

Warnings: As previously stated, this is a bit rougher than previous ones. Got some hair pulling, Steve gets popped in the face, over stimulation. The color system is used here and someone does say "Red" but its not who you would think.

Also Eddie does interact with someone from his past and talks about some of his trauma, may be a bit triggering. I think that's it...

Word count: 3766

“I appreciate the thought, Wayne. I really do but the answer is no.”

Your eye’s gradually open to the sound of Eddie’s voice in the hallway. The three of you had had your arrangement for a little over a month now and settled into a bit of a janky routine. With your schedules there really was no such thing as normal but every weekend at least since the convention had been occupied with them at (and all over) their house. 

You found yourself enjoying not just the sex but the little moments as well. One Saturday, you and Eddie tried to show Steve some cool fantasy movie but he immediately fell asleep. That following day, you took him to a comic bookstore downtown where you always found hidden gems that no other store had. It was adorable watching him make friends with some of the employees especially when he found out they played D & D. His toothy smile and fast, animated hands were a joy to behold. 

Steve was a hard nut to crack with most things but he always seemed eager and open when it came to trying something he knew nothing about. You told him one day that you were really excited the movie theater was doing a back-to-back marathon of B movies that weekend so he got you both tickets since Eddie would be busy on set that night. When you two left the auditorium, he had a big smile on his face talking about the cheesy films you just witnessed. 

The more time you spent with them though, the more you found yourself wanting to know more about them. They dropped little tidbits of their history here and there but never actually let you it. To be fair, they never asked you anything about your past either. 

“Everything okay?”, you asked Eddie as he came back into the bedroom.

“Yeah, Sweetheart. Just my uncle calling to say hello.”

You crawled out of Steve’s embrace to sit up in their bed. “Just hello? It sounded more intense than that.”

“Nope. Nothing for you to be concerned about.” He smiled over at you as he sat down on the edge of the mattress but his tone came out more curtly than you had ever heard from him before. 

“You know…you can talk to me about anything—”

“IT’S FINE, Y/N! Now mind your fucking business!”

You both stared each other down; his eyes filled with anger whereas yours was a mix of pain and slight annoyance. After climbing out of their bed, you grabbed your clothes from the floor and entered their bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You could hear Steve’s stern grumble on the other side. 

“Eddie, you can’t talk to her like that. We aren’t playing right now.”

“I know. I know. I just—”

You abruptly opened the door to face them both. “Why won’t you guys talk to me about personal things?” Neither of them answered and it infuriated you. 

“I feel like we are being more open with each other, right? And when we started this, you never said we couldn’t talk to each other about our past. Yet every time I ask a question or offer an ear, you BOTH shut me down.”

“We don’t talk about things like that because it doesn’t matter.” Steve’s answer startled you. You expected them to pull you back to bed and at least have a conversation about the topic. 

“I feel like that’s starting to be the tag line of this relationship.” You stomp out of their room on a mission to find to your shoes, hearing them shuffle as the follow after you. 

I’m in control.

“I want to know more about you guys and I feel like you should want to know more about me.”

“You don’t get to make demands, remember?” Steve’s dominate side vaguely started to pull forth. 

“See, that’s where the line becomes blurred, doesn’t it? In there”, you point towards the bedroom, “you don’t tell me things. Fine. Your fucking rules. But out here, as your agent and your friend, you don’t tell me anything either.��

They glance at each other and you know before you even say anything. “Yeah, I see where the mistake was made. Bedroom… Daddy and Sir. Outside… Eddie and Steve. We never agreed to be friends.”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” Eddie stepped forward but before he could reach you, you stepped out of the way and out their front door. 

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“This is your fucking fault.” Eddie growled at Steve as they entered the agency Monday morning. 

For the entire previous week, you had severely rained in your time with the boys; only answering texts and calls about work. You showed up on set for their show right when they yelled action and disappeared before they cut. When they tried to hunt you down at your office, you always seemed to be out. 

Even though you never planned on coming over on the weekends, they had grown accustomed to it and when you didn’t show up, that’s when they became angry. 

“How is this my fault? You’re the one that snapped at her.”

“I told you we should have talked to her about how we were starting to have feelings for her but you said we shouldn’t. I’m not going to tell someone who ends up leaving us my personal business.”

“Oh really, Munson? You won’t even tell me what your uncle called about and I’m your best fucking friend.”

“That’s because I’m pissed at you, you fucking dick!”

“Oof. Some people woke up on the wrong side of their beds today.” You walked past them towards your office, sipping casually from your takeout coffee cup. 

 “Where the hell were you?!”, Steve shouts.

“What do you mean, Mr. Harrington?”

“You didn’t come over this weekend.” Eddie strode in behind his friend, shutting the door behind him. 

“Was I supposed to? There was nothing scheduled for you guys. Avery came down to look at places so I helped him with that and then he invited me to Fantasy. You know that new club they opened. You should check it out. There were a lot of beautiful girls there.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed at as he leaned his palms down on the top of your desk. “Is this really the game you want to play with us, little girl? Because I assure you, we always win.”

You crossed your arms leaning forward on your elbows, your face so close to his your noses almost touched. “See…the problem with you, Steve, is you think everything is a little game. Since our arrangement is just sex, I didn’t need it from either of you this weekend. Trust me, I got enough.”

“Please say that you’re lying.” Eddie’s voice shook as he bounced on his legs. 

Your stoic expression faltered slightly at his tone, glancing at him before focusing back on Steve whose eyes hadn’t moved from you once. 

“Go ahead. Break his heart.” His voice was so low only you could hear his taunt.

I’m in control.

“You broke mine first.”

Eddie reached for the glass decoration on your desk and threw it at the wall. You stood up from your chair, alarmed at his sudden outburst. You and Steve watched him with caution as he paced back and forth. 

When he finally stopped, his eyes were vacant. “Both of you come with me.”

“Where are we—”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve! I’m in control right now. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Sir.” You both responded in unison. There’s more than authority in Eddie’s request and the fact that he needs you AND his friend to listen to him means it’s important so you follow his instruction. 

He throws on his leather jacket, pulling the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he heads for Steve’s car with you two in tow. 

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Your eyes move from place to place around the waiting room of the penitentiary. Eddie’s arms are crossed tight around his chest as his leg jumps.

“Eddie, what are we doing here?” 

He had been silent the entire one-hour car ride up here occasionally breaking the silence by rolling down his window to smoke a cigarette. 

“Now, here are my rules for the moment. Neither of you say a word when we get back there.”

“Yellow.”

You understood you guys weren’t in the bedroom and you three definitely weren’t playing but you didn’t know what else to say. The fact that neither of them were telling you what was going on and it seemed Eddie was on his own personal mission terrified you a bit. 

Steve took your hand in his as Eddie’s eyes met yours for a moment before looking back down to the floor. “You’re safe, Princess. I promise. I would never let anything hurt you but if you don’t want to come back there with me, I will understand. I’m nervous myself.”

“Munson party?”, the officer calls after opening the heavy door. 

The metalhead stands without hesitation and walks through ready to face this alone but breathes a sigh of relief when he hears your voice offer a small thank you to the young man who held the door open for you and Steve.

He led you down a corridor into a room styled the same way you’d seen movies a million times. There were booths that were divided every which way with glass in the front so you could still see the person you were talking to. Both sides had a payphone style telephone hung on the side. 

“Now obviously you can each only talk to him one at a time—”

“Oh, they’re my moral support. They won’t speak to him.”

“Okay, that being the case”, the officer turns to you and Steve. “You can both stand here behind him but that’s it, okay?” You nod as he leads Eddie to a chair in front of the glass partition. 

On the other side, a young female officer brings an older man out that looks a little like Eddie but with more tattoos and harder features. He sighed as both men picked up their phones. 

“Hey Edward.”

“Dad.”

“Jesus.” You looked up at Steve whose eyes were wide with surprise. His hand gripped yours tighter as if he let go, he would float away.

“So, uh, how have you been?”

“Look, why don’t we skip the pleasantries and you tell me what you want. Wayne said you needed help.”

Eddie’s dad scoffed as he clenched his fists trying to control his temper. “Wayne was always a good man. I never got to thank him for—”

“I’m leaving.”

“Ok! Okay. Sit! God damn! Just like your mom with that smartass mouth.” He waved at the officer behind him assuring her he was calm. Steve on the other hand lurched forward before you quickly pulled him back. 

“He’s ok, Steve. He’s ok.” Your free hand wrapped around his arm as you tugged him closer. 

“I have a bail hearing coming up. My new lawyer up here thought it would be a good idea if you spoke on my behalf. Tell them that you forgive me or some shit.”

“Are you serious?”, Eddie cackled. “That’s how you ask for my help? After everything you did and after all these years? You want me to lie for you.”

“Your uncle wouldn’t let me contact you when you were a kid or else, I would have fucking asked sooner.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a while since I’ve been eighteen so…”

“Yet it still took you till you were 21 to graduate high school. Oh yeah, kid. I still have friends in Hawkins.”

“Good. Maybe one of them can fly up here and stand up for you.”

“Look at Mr. high and mighty over here. What makes you think you’re so much better than me anyway?!”

Eddie hung up the phone as he turned away. His dad was shouting after him as his son brushed past you both and out the door. 

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Eddie immediately lit a fresh cigarette as soon as he was outside the jail. You didn’t wait for him to say anything, wrapping your arms around his waist as he leaned against Steve’s car. 

“Are you okay, man?” His friend nods as his arms remain at his sides. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I said, Harrington… I was fucking pissed at you. Plus, I wasn’t even going to come down here.”

“What made you change your mind?”

You felt his index finger tap your head. “Her.” 

He watched you as you pulled away from him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. 

“You didn’t have to do this, Eddie.”

“I know I didn’t have to but… I wanted to tell you. I want to tell you more about my fucked up past but I don’t want to open up to someone who’s going to fucking leave. There’s no point.” He gestures towards the jail. “My parents were the first people to hurt me and abandon me. I wanted to show you the shit I dealt with.”

“Where’s your mom?”

Eddie inhales the butt of the cigarette before puffing out a cloud of smoke. “I don’t know. She left me with my uncle after my dad went in. He was originally in a different prison closer to Indiana but Wayne called to tell me they moved him up here and that he needed something from me.”

“I imagine there are many answers to my next question but why are you angry with Steve?” 

“Because…” they quickly make eye contact before Eddie looks back down at his shoes. “I thought we should talk to you about us having feelings for you but Steve said that would be a bad idea. If it’s just sex, you’ll leave at some point. They always do.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your arms wrapped around your body as you turned away from them trying to gather your thoughts. Steve chuckled behind you. 

“Told you, Eds.”

You turned on him, fury emanating from you. “Fuck you, Steve Harrington! You try to act like your so hard. Like you’re some tough badass who doesn’t care about anyone or anything! Mister call me Daddy in bed but can’t step up anywhere else! He has every right to be mad at you! You should have talked to me!”

The sound of Eddie’s boots squashing his cigarette reminded you he was there. “And you, Mr. Munson—”

“Don’t come at me, sweetheart. I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Exactly.” You charged up to him until your chest bumped his. “You both may work together, live together, and fuck together but you are your own person, Eddie! If you wanted to tell me how you felt then you should have! You don’t need him to dictate you! You’re dominate to remember? Or is the Sir just for show?!”

“Ugh! I’m so fucking angry with you both. If I wanted pussys I would have dated a woman or stayed back home.”

Eddie’s arm shot out as his hand grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to them. Steve opened the backseat, holding the door open for his friend to shove you in and climb in with you. 

As the car started and began its journey back home, you push against Eddie, hitting him with your small fists before he gripped your wrist with his large hands. He spun you around so you were both sitting horizontally with his back against the door and your back on his chest. His left leg swung on top of both your legs holding them still as you continued to wiggle. 

“You know the safe word. You know how to use it. No one is going to ask you any questions tonight, Princess. If you want this to end you just say that word and we’ll stop. The only thing I want to hear is ‘Yes Sir’ to what I just said. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shuffled his grip so both your wrists were being restrained in one of his hands as the other took hold of your throat, squeezing it between his fingers. 

“You think the titles are just for show? That Steve and I are pussys, is that right?” You coughed, trying to catch your breath as he let you go. “Answer me. Honestly.”

“Sirs don’t need Daddy’s permission to get something done.” You heard Steve angrily sigh in the front seat as his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. 

Eddie reached down to unbutton your jeans, shoving his hand under the waistband of your panties before running a stripe with his fingers through your folds.

“Little one talks a big game but she’s fucking dripping right now.”

“Don’t get cocky. It’s not for you. Replace you with anyone else and it would be the same ahhh!” Eddie cut you off by abruptly pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. 

“Stop. Speaking. Jesus, Steve. Did you hear her? She’s a fucking slut now. I guess whoever she was fucking this past weekend when she didn’t need us just blew her mind and changed her perspective.”

His pace was ruthless as he pumped his digits into you. 

“Oh and don’t worry. You don’t have to ask to cum this time. I don’t want to hear your voice that much. I heard enough in the parking lot.”

Your back pushed against him as you felt yourself quickly tumble of the edge as you came. You expect him to slow down after he rode you through your high but he didn’t. He kept up the exact same rhythm not even allowing you a moment to catch your breath. 

“Eddie, please.”

He removed his leg from yours and wrestled with your body to tug your jeans down. Shifting you back in your original position, he utilized his right leg to spread your legs open as wide as he could. His hand promptly came down and smacked your pussy making you yelp.

“Who am I right now?!” 

“Sir!”

Eddie shoved his fingers back inside of you resuming his original pace. 

The car ride back was a little under an hour and the metalhead spent the entire ride making you cum. Steve’s backseat was a mess but neither of them cared. As soon as they got back to their house, they wasted no time throwing you over their shoulder and heading straight for the bedroom. Steve tossed you on the mattress and your hand immediately shot out in the air, not even sure where they both were. 

“YELLOW!” You heard the sound of shuffling as someone sat in a chair and the other leaned against the wall. Your eyes were full of tears when you looked at them. Not tears of pain, but of frustration. You reached for a pillow and threw it across the room towards their feet. 

“You should have said something.” You scolded them through gritted teeth. “I…feel…stupid.” Getting up on your knees you, you pointed your index finger at them. “I trusted you enough to agree to this but you can’t trust me enough to tell me you’re getting feelings for me?” They watched as your hands shook. “And I’M pathetic.”

Your jaw clenched as you defiantly faced them. “Green.” Neither of them moved. “I said Green. I’m ready.”

“Red.” Eddie glanced at Steve who walked over to his mini fridge in the corner and pulled out a water bottle. When he tried to hand it to you, you smacked it out of his hand. 

“Why? I said green.”

He casually reached for the bottle again, but then he tried to hand it to you, you threw it across the room. “I know you said green but I’m saying red. We’re done for tonight.”

“WHY?! I can take it!”

“I don’t care if you think you can take it. That’s not the point. This has gone way past pleasure so I’m calling it. Our…ALL of our feelings are getting in the way right now and I think we should wait until we’ve talked to—”

You smacked him then. “Now you want to talk, you fucking asshole!”

You fell back on your heels and hung your head. The bed shifted as Steve sat beside you.

“Can I hold you?” Your hair bounced as you nodded and he swiftly pulled you into his arms on to his lap. “I’m sorry, baby girl. You’re right. You’re not stupid. I’M stupid. Daddy’s sorry.”

You felt yourself shrink into his chest as he held you to him.

“You’re not stupid, dude. Just…jaded like me.” Eddie sat beside him, putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder as his hand rested on your legs.

“I’m sorry, Ed. You were right to. The three of us should have talked about it together.”

“Why didn’t you?” Steve loosened his grip on you so he could see your face to answer your question. His finger poked at your shoulder. 

“Agent. Client.” He flashed you a small smile. “We do think of you as friend. Always have. I really like spending time with you.”

“Me to.” Eddie grinned softly at you. 

“But to push this into a romantic relationship…that’s a whole other ball field.”

“Pfft, leave it to Harrington to make a sports metaphor.”

When you laugh, they both breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Can we…talk about this tomorrow? After your shoot, maybe. I’m just incredibly tired.”

“Of course, pretty girl. Do you want us to take you home?”

“Can I stay here?”

“Yeah, we’ll just go sleep in my room.” Eddie rises but stops when you whine.

“You can lay with me. I don’t mind.”

Steve stands up with you in his arms before placing you down in the middle of the bed and under the covers. 

“I’ll make you deal. You drink some of this and we’ll lay with you.” He playfully tosses the water bottle in your lap. 

You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until the first drop hit your lips. Eddie grinned as he took the empty bottle from your hands and they both crawled in beside you. 

“Hey Eds?” He answers you with a soft hm. “I’m proud of what you did today. I know it wasn’t easy seeing your dad.” You cup one of his cheeks with your hand and tenderly kiss his lips.

As you lay back down you turn your neck to give Steve a kiss as well. His hands brush through your hair as Eddie rolls onto his side to caress your face. 

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OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?

Sure bestie, my favorite trope- hell yeah. This isn't completely proofread since I am sleepy but I think it's pretty good!

Trigger warning with this one: Violence and talk of abuse.

The loud shrill of my phone ringing beside me has me jumping beneath my covers, my crusty eyes cracking open to stare bitterly at the device. With no effort at all, I reach out, grabbing it without hesitation and I hold it to my ear with a huff.

"Who is this and why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" I sigh, rolling onto my back as annoyance riddles my body but the minute I hear a shuddered breath, I pause, a shiver running down my spine. "Hello-"

"It's Max." She mutters, clearing her throat before taking in a shaky breath. My brows pull together even more in confusion at the clarification, her announcement still not answering as to why she could possibly be calling.

I help her occasionally with school, being an older sister-type of friend to her, especially given her shitty excuse for a family. But we got closer through the 'group'- a complication of all of our different moods and personalities bringing unusual friendships out of all of us in the process of saving our town and the world.

"What's up Max?" I ask, sighing quietly into the warm air of my room, my eyes watching my fan spin incessantly on its track and I begin to notice a ticking noise that it's creating- fuck I need to fix that.

"It's Billy- I know you hate him, but I don't know what to do. It's my fault- I went out for a bit and Neil went crazy." Neil? Billy's dad?

I gulp, my mind wracking through different thoughts of what she could possibly mean but, regardless of what it is, I'm out of bed and slipping into a pathetic excuse of an outfit. I'm out the door, telling Max to wait and stay safe, my hands shaking as I sneak quickly past my parents and out into the cooler air.

My gut swims with nausea as I pull up to Max's house, my eyes dragging over the small Suburban house. I would do anything for the redhead, she's like my sister but Billy? Doing anything for Billy was a bit of a stretch outside of my comfort zone.

But for Max?

Anything.

I can see the small girl in the doorway as I shut off my car, my eyes noticing the empty driveway and a sense of relief fills me. I hug my arms tightly around my waist as I adjust the t-shirt that drapes over my body.

"C'mon." She ushers me quickly into the house as I take a deep breath, looking at the glasses that are smashed on the kitchen floor, my lips parting in quiet shock.

"Max, what's going on?" I ask, feeling her tug my arm and drag me past the livingroom and down into another hallway. My brows are pulled tightly together as she sighs and stops in front of a door, her eyes dragging over it anxiously.

"He's gonna be mad- just ignore him." She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. Her eyes look up into mine with trust- wide and scared- and her eyes flutter shut after a moment. "Neil is a dick and Billy and him push each others buttons. Tonight went too far and there's too much blood- shit- I just need your help. He won't let me near him."

"And you think he'll let me?" I chuckle bitterly, my heart racing in my chest as I think about the state that Billy's in behind this door, if he's crying- broken even. It's difficult to imagine, especially since he's completely insufferable most of the time and arrogant beyond belief.

"You're hot. He appreciates looks- please just do this." She laughs but it's wavering, her smile cracking as I bite nervously at my lip, nodding my head without another word and I allow her to open the door.

Before I'm completely in the room, she shuts the door behind me and the noise startles the man in front of me, Billy's eyes lifting to land on me. His eyes convey confusion but his tight jaw and squared shoulders give off nothing but anger- anger I'm suddenly fearful of.

But before I can be consumed with fear, my eyes spot the bruises littering his cheeks, the dried blood beneath his nose and puffy lips and the hand prints splayed across his neck. He looks physically broken though trying his best to appear as strong as he can be- like a kicked puppy bearing it's teeth to scare away a predator.

"Before you say anything- Max called me, it's almost two in the morning and I drove my ass here." His lips that were previously parted in unspoken words now close at my words, biting his tongue with a bitter scoff. "I am not here for you, I'm here for her and she is scared out of her mind." My shoulders relax after I say my full speech, the words like water flowing from my lips as his eyes track carefully over me.

"If you say a word of this to anyone-"

"My ass is grass- ya, I know." I laugh, walking over to sit down beside him on the bed. He huffs out a breath and lifts the washcloth in his hands to his nose that still bleeds.

"Nice nightgown." He snorts, my eyes rolling in annoyance as he looks over at me, groaning and reaching up to hold his ribs as he laughs. I know the last thing he needs is for someone to baby him, to emasculate him anymore than he's already been tonight- so I go along with the teasing.

"Yeah? Nice shiner." His eyes widen but not in anger, more in the fact that he's impressed, his smile fanning out into a toothy, bloody grin.

"Oof, right for the heart." He gasps, his face twisting up in pain but he doesn't lose his grin, my smile appearing almost before I can stop it. He's much more relaxed when he's vulnerable like this- trying to cover up his insecurities and the truthful sadness of the situation that is his home life.

"You've got one of those?" I ask, genuinely too, and he pauses, his breathing slowing down and lips tugging down a bit. He knows I mean it jokingly to some extent, that I'm trying to take the tension off- but there's sadness behind his tired eyes.

But after a moment or two, he cracks a laugh, his curls falling in his face. "Fuck you." He says warmly, no ounce of malice behind it as his eyes find mine once more. "So, are you gonna nurse me back to health, sweetheart, or just bully me?"

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[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

id love to request a michael langdon x reader full of angst, maybe reader really doesn't agree with this whole destroy the world thing and tries to talk him out of it and it leads to a huge argument! good or bad ending :) thank you for the chance xoxo

Hope you like this! Tell me if you want me to continue it!

Micheal Langdon x f!reader

Word count: 924

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From the moment I met Micheal, I knew that I would always love him, but as time passes and his fulfillment of the end of the world nears I find my heart wavering. All his time has been consumed with fulfilling this mission, I told him that I wanted to start a family and watch our kids grow up. But I won’t be able to do any of that with him, he is more concerned with making his father happy. Though he doesn’t know what else to do with his power, I want to talk to him more and try to get through to him. But he is always at the cooperative having meetings and “handling business “. He has missed our last two date nights it’s starting to get on my nerve. I can only take so much distance and lack effort before I explode. So now as I walk through the cooperative building to Michael’s office, I’m at my limit. The only sound heard through the crowded halls was my boots clicking against the floor as everyone watch me walk. As I approach Michael’s office door it opens before me, exiting the office are two males who appear to be high. They look me up and down before they start attempting to hit on me, I roll my eyes and walk into my husband’s office. I am not met with a smile, a hello, or even a wave, instead, I am met with the mastered voice of intimidation.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned me, I scoffed and walk up to his desk.

“You and I need to talk” I state, he finally looks up at me. I place my purse on his desk and take a seat on the chair opposite of him

“What could be so important that you couldn’t wait until I come home?” He asked me in a condescending tone.

“When was the last time you were home?” I corrected, he simply raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

“If you’ve come to start an argument with me about my work in my office. Then you can go home now because it won’t happen” he dismissed me, and I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Darling, I came to have a simple conversation with you because you can’t seem to find the time anymore to sit down and talk to your wife. You are too busy fulfilling everyone’s needs but mine, you used to be the best partner a woman could ever dream of now you’ve just turned to shit.” I hissed at him, he didn’t say anything but he stood up and walked over to my chair. Once he was directly in front of me he bent down close to my ear.

“We can talk about this at home, go home before my temper gets the better of me” he reprimanded, I sighed and leaned back.

“Michael, I’m not your little fucking follower. I don’t have to listen to you, you don’t own me. So I’m staying right here so we can have this conversation as husband and wife. Not man and his whore.” I scoffed, he stood up and leaned back against his desk before making eye contact with me again.

“Okay, darling what is so important that you had to come and cause a big scene at my place of work?” He pressed

“Michael, why are you rushing to bring the end of the world to fruition? Why can’t you take your time? I have told you countless times that I want to have a family with you and be able to watch them-“

“So you came to my office to whine about me fulfilling my purpose? Here I thought you would support me in my dreams, but you came here to try and convince me not to do what I was put on this earth to do. If that is all you came for, you can leave now” he cut me off, I was upset but moreover, I was disappointed.

“Michael, I hope you find all the joy that you are hoping for in your dreams. I hope that you find someone to share that joy with too. I can’t and won’t be that person, I’m going back to my true home. You should be happy, you won’t ever have to hear me whine about your purpose.” I said standing up to gather my things. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“Darling don’t be silly, you were made for me. My joy is your joy, you are to stay on this earth until we are both ready to go” he demanded

“Honey, I was never made for you. I am an angel, you are an Antichrist. If you won’t even hear my comments and complaints out to their entirety then don’t complain when I chose to leave you here. You want to crush my dreams so bad that I don’t even want to share my dreams with you anymore. I have loved you for years and I will continue to love you for many millennia but I can’t stay with you if you are interested in crushing what I want” I berated, I pulled my hand from his grasp and picked up my purse.

“We can talk about this Angel, how about we go out to a nice restaurant somewhere secluded? We can talk over everything, tonight” he pleaded, his demeanor had changed now. Standing before me was now the scared, empathetic Michael Langdon that I fell in love with.

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

Wake-Up Call

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom X Female!Reader

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI, No smut but vague descriptions of sexual acts

Warnings: Mentions of somnophilia, spanking, choking (not overly explicit)

Length: 1900 words

Description: Venom’s kind of kinky and you’re just tired.  

You were rudely awoken by the sudden cold on your thigh, the warm cotton fabric from your pyjama bottoms being slowly lowered down your hip.

“Eddie stop it.” You mumble into the pillow, catching a glance of the glaring red digits on the alarm clock reading 5:08 am. “It’s not even light out yet.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t answer, and you grunt in annoyance as your panties begin moving, following the direction of your pants that were now wrapped around your ankles.

“Eddie. I swear to God. It’s way too fucking early.”

“Mmmph.” Was the only reply you received.

“Don’t pretend you’re sleeping. I feel you creeping around down there.”

“Huh? What?” You feel the weight of him shifting in bed.

“Stop touching me. I’m trying to sleep.”

Eddie props himself up in his elbows, blinking away the exhaustion. “What are you talking about- I’m not- Oh for the love of God.”

You roll over, frustrated to give him shit, but startle at the sight of an arm wrapped around your waist.

An arm that did not belong to your boyfriend.

“Venom!” You shout, and the black tendril retreats inside Eddie’s body, flinching away as if it touched the surface of a hot stove.

“God damn it V, we have talked about this!” Eddie is angry now, too, obviously upset about being woken up at this ungodly hour to find his symbiote trying to get some action with his girlfriend.  

“Don’t yell at him. He doesn’t know any better.” You yawn, stretching your arms behind your head.

“Oh he knows better.” You watch in awe as Eddie begins to argue with the alien, smirking as he grows increasingly upset. “Yes you do! You cannot undress her- What?? No, no. This isn’t about me being jealous this is about you and you’re freaky somnophilia shit- No I’m not going to ask her that you dick!”

“Ask me what?” Your eyebrows furrow in curiosity.

“I’m going to spare you the disgust.”

You roll your eyes, throwing your legs off the bed and wincing as your toes make contact with the cold, wooden floors. “Whatever I’m going pee now that I’m up.”

You cross the floor to the ensuite bathroom, not bothering to pull up your bottoms as you shuffle across the room. Eddie and Venom continue to argue from the bed.

“Yes. Yes, I know you like her. Yes, I do think she’s mad. No, again I’m not going to ask her that. W-Why? Because I feel like vomiting just thinking about that! No, come on man she’s my girlfriend. Fine. Our girlfriend. But I’m still not asking her.”

“Ask me what?” You make your way back into the bedroom after rinsing your hands, hurriedly jumping back into the warm bed.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders.

You narrow your eyes at him. “What?”

“I don’t feel comfortable-“

“Well I do!” An inky black tendril emerges from Eddie’s shoulder blade, Venom’s face appearing before you, his toothy grin leering at you.

“You son of a bitch. I told you to let us go back to sleep.”

“We are all awake now. Let us discuss.”

“Let’s not-“  Venom shuts his host up by slapping a tendril against his lips, rather aggressively.

“Y/N, do you remember Halloween?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “I- Uh- Not really?”

“Neither does Eddie. But I do. I remember it very well.”

“Okay- and?”

“Well you see- Ouch! Ouch ouch ouch!” The symbiote pulls his inky black arm away as Eddie clamps down hard as his teeth make contact with the gag against his mouth.

“Don’t you say… another word…”

Eddie’s panting now, and your heartrate quickens, nervous and confused, feelings that were not new to you, as living with a man who had an alien inside his head brought several conflicting emotions inside the relationship.

“I think I need to know.” You state, and Eddie’s eyes widen.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes she does.”

“I think I really do.” You smile, nudging Eddie in the shoulder, his gaze lowering to his lap and his cheeks blushing.

“Last Halloween, we were all very drunk.”

“I actually do remember that.” You interrupt.

“Let me finish.” You put your hands up, motioning a surrender.

“We were all very drunk and decided to go to bed. But we did not sleep.”

Your mind feels hazy as you try to recall the events of that October night, but all you can remember is the next morning, hunching over the toilet bowl, spewing the contents of your stomach from the countless amount of jell-o shots you had taken the evening before.

“You were a little bit… naughty.” The alien’s voice deepens to an octave you didn’t think possible. “You kept begging Eddie to be rough with you. Pleading for him to wrap his hands around your neck, but that drunken bastard couldn’t even sit up straight.”

“I think that’s enough.” Eddie begins- but Venom keeps talking.

“You were getting very angry, and your displeasure was annoying me. So we gave in, except Eddie wasn’t… as involved.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” You gulp, beginning to piece together what had happened in the bedroom that Autumn evening.

The symbiote’s teeth widen as he grins at the expression on your face, as his host smacks his head into the pillow, on the verge of tears.

“While this idiot was dealing with whiskey dick, I decided to help you two, spice it up a little.”

Your hand clutches at your throat as images come flooding back to you. Oh, you remembered now. You definitely remembered crouching on all fours, your stomach hovering above the sheets as you asked your boyfriend to choke you until you saw spots in your vision. You remembered the pressure on your neck, pulling hard enough to make your head swim, the lack of oxygen making you dizzy and causing your insides to tremble. But suddenly you remember how the familiar confusion invaded your brain that night, as you caught a glimpse of your sleeping boyfriend from behind your naked form. And worst of all, you remembered not questioning who had been pleasuring you that night, because the excitement and enjoyment you felt- it overwhelmed you.

“Oh my god-“ You gasp realizing it was the symbiote that got you off that night. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Yup.” Eddie sighs. “Unfortunately this asshole has planted that image in my head.”

“I- Oh my g- Is this? Did I cheat on you?”

“There is only us. Did you cheat on us? No.”

“Technically, no. At least I don’t think so?” Eddie repeats.

“Just- please, please tell me… did we go beyond… uh… the choking?”

Eddie frantically shakes his head. “No. No, absolutely not. There was no insertion of any tendril into any orifice- I am stopping right there.”

You lean back against the bedframe, your mind spinning. “Wow.”

“Yeah-“

You blink your eyes a few times, trying to clear your mind from that chaotic wake-up call.

“Hey.” Eddie places a gentle hand on your shoulder. As venom retreats inside his host, politely offering you both as much privacy as he can. “Are you mad?”

You shake your head profusely. “No! I mean, I kind of signed up for this didn’t I? I mean, as much as you hate to admit it, we are basically a throuple.”

Though unheard, you can tell Venom is speaking by the way Eddie’s eyes roll into his head. “No, I’m still not going to ask her that.”

“No, Eddie. I’m ready to hear.”

“We wan- I mean- He wants. No not we! Definitely not we. You! You want to try it again!”

“Again?” You cock an eyebrow. “He wants to do it again?”

“He also wants to do other things-“

You pursed your lips, considering the offer.

“Woah, woah woah woah- you’re thinking about it aren’t you?”

“I mean-“

Eddie plugs his ears with his fingers. “I am not listening to either of you anymore.”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“Oh please, do continue, you monster-fucking freak.”

You slapped him, a little too hardly on the cheek. You can tell Venom had some choice words about your reaction, based on the expression on your boyfriend’s face.  

“I am-“ Eddie paused. “Sorry for that.” He coughed into his hand. “Finish.”

“I was going to say, if you were perhaps, more involved.”

Eddie stares for a second, a dubious look spread across his face. “You mean like a threesome?”

“Is it technically a threesome though?”

Eddie shakes his head, his mouth agape. “Yeah, technically.”

“I thought you referred to yourselves in a collective sense.”

“Not in this situation!”

“Eddie-“ You call out as your boyfriend as he exits the bed, his feet hitting the floor harshly. “Eddie!”

You follow him, banging your knee against the bedside table, wincing as you chase him in a panic.

“Eddie! Babe?”

Half running, half limping into the living room you see Eddie standing in the darkness. He doesn’t react as you walk behind him, slowly throwing your arms around his chest. “Eddie I’m sorry.” You’re afraid you hurt him and hate yourself for that.

You weren’t expecting him to turn around and pull you close to him, returning the hug you had offered. “You’re not mad?” Your words fly into his chest.

“How could I be mad at a face like that?” His thumb grabs your chin as he tilts your head up, ensuring his eyes were locked on your own.  

“Jesus, Eddie.” You shove him, a little annoyed at how he made you panic.

He chuckles. “I mean, we are Venom. And I don’t blame him for liking you. He spends all day in our head, obviously he sees the way I dream about you.”

“That was cheesy as fuck.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He nuzzles closer as you feel something rubbing the back of your neck, your eyes darting over to see a black tendril protruding from your boyfriend’s back, the symbiote moving in circular motions against your skin.

“V says you smell like chocolate.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, as long as he doesn’t want to eat me.”

“He does, but you know he won’t.” Eddie smirks. “So would you like to talk about this… me becoming more involved situation?”

“I’d love to talk about it. But I need a few more hours of sleep.”

“You’re going to leave me hanging like that? Propose a threesome and then go to sleep?”

“You have no idea what you’ve done to my emotions today Eddie! I need a nap! You pretended to be mad at me! Do you know what that does to a person?”

“Venom wants to know if you’re PMSing.”

You pout. “No I am not. Are you?” You raise your eyebrows, your question being directed at the alien, not your boyfriend.

You flinch as something comes down on your ass hard. You assume it’s Eddie’s hands but you realize that would be impossible as both his arms are wrapped around your shoulders.

“Venom- Did you just… Did you just spank me?”

Eddie confirms through a nod. “He said you deserved it.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Me or him?”

“Both of you.” You wink. “I’m going to sleep. Tell that parasite if he wants to wake me up like that again, to wait until it’s actually light out.”

As you turn towards the bedroom, another hard smack resonates against your asscheeks.

“Parasite!?”

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄☕: 001. cute sunbaes

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: the group mystic is about to debut under bighit entertainment. in celebration of their debut teaser coming out, they visit the hybe cafe for some coffee and sweets. just as they were leaving, y/n bumps into jay of enhypen and spills coffee all over his expensive shirt which also turned out to be his favorite one.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!jay x idol!fem!reader

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(WRITTEN PART)

All seven of you were gathered at the cafe’s counter. While the rest of you were beaming, Thena appeared as though she would rather die than be there. Thena asks, fumbling with her cherished wallet, "Why am I paying again?"

You smile at her, fully aware that you wouldn't be the one going broke: "Because you suggested coming here in the first place." What a wonderful day to be alive, you thought.

After taking note of everyone's order the cashier says, "That would be 44,199.19 won," all of you turn to face Thena as she sighs, pulling money out of her wallet before bringing the bills up to her face and saying, "So long, dear friends," before finally handing over the cash. You dramatically pat your friend on the back, to somehow console her.

As you all move toward a free table, Ryujin says encouragingly to Thena, "You'll get your money back. Just use the manifestation technique I found on youtube. "Wait, those work?" you ask.

As if stating the obvious, she nods and replies, "Well yeah, how the fuck do you think I got those GOT7 tickets in the first place?" You make a mental note to look for those videos later, and maybe you might have better luck at getting BTS concert tickets.

"So... how was the gym, Jihan?" Yeeun teasingly asked. While the others groused in annoyance, you and Nayoung laughed. Just when Jihan was about to say something, Yujin beat her to it. "Let’s not talk about sweaty boys exercising, please,"

Nayoung agreed, saying, "Yeah, screw men."

"Weren’t you the girl that was fangirling over Timothee Chalamet when we were watching Little Women last night," you light-heartedly questioned.

"I hate you,"

You shrug "Just saying the truth,"

In the middle of your conversation, your drinks arrived. You all bow, saying thank you to the waitress as she leaves.

Just as you took a sip, someone started blowing up your notifications. Your eyes widen as you take your phone out of your pocket and see the texts that your manager has sent. You suddenly panic, "Shit, I forgot we had practice!" and just like that, the peaceful cafe ambiance vanished as the other girls hurriedly jumped up.

"Damn, even I forgot," Yujin says while putting her seat back into place.

With coffee in your hands, all of you rush out the cafe doors. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, and that led you to bump into someone. The coffee in your hand eventually crushed in between you and the man.

You look up, apologizing profusely then you freeze. Your eyes widen once you realize who you just spilled coffee all over. Jay of Enhypen.

I am so dead

Both of your clothes were now stained with coffee. Once you collect yourself, you start to apologize to him again, your head drooping in shame.

"No it's alright, really" he reassures with a small laugh. He didn't act like someone who just got drenched in coffee.

Despite his insistence that everything was fine, you begin to search your purse for a handkerchief to give him. You say one final sorry before you're being pulled by your members.

"Unnie, our manager is mad," Jihan yells.

"We are so sorry, Jay sunbaenim," Yujin apologizes to him while she ran with the rest of the group.

Ryujin made sure to say, "Our lovely Y/n will make sure to pay you back soon, byeee," before dragging your flushed figure further.

The seven of you left a drenched Jay and a laughing Sunghoon back in the cafe.

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a/n: so the first part of spilt coffee is here. this was actually supposed to be posted like a few days ago but i was scared and every time i swore that i would post it alr, i end up checking it again for any errors. there probably still are mistakes but idc anymore😭

TAGLIST (OPEN): @iloveoceaneyes @cyuuupid

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello dear, here's my request for All Might smut, thanks for accepting it.

I love angst, so it could be something related to a situation where the SO (female pls) and our number 1 hero had a fight, the reason could be anything, is up to you. Then, in the middle of it, they hurt eachother feelings by saying mean things, the reconciliation comes after days of both avoiding any kind of contact, starting w angry, rough sex and then half way fluffy/cuddling sex. Oh, and please can I get a lot of kissing and... 'down there kissing' too?

Thanks Teach!

Hi babe! You got it 🤩 I'm sorry it took me too long to do it, but I really enjoyed it and I'm sure you'll do too! I love you sweetheart ❤️

Title : It's not over

Characters : All might/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ angst/ fluff

Note : This story occurs when All might was still the number one hero and before passing OFA to baby Izuku.

Please do not read if you're a minor

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Aaaah it's time..

You stated excitedly as you plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

Your boyfriend, Toshinori Yagi, also known as All might, is having an interview to talk about his latest entanglement with the villains.

You two have been together for almost two years, the happiest of your life.

That being said, a relationship with the number one hero comes with its challenges, it's a rollercoaster ride if you were to be frank.

You two are in love -deeply so- that part is true, but never have you been out on a date like any other couple, never have you exchanged loving words when your friends and coworkers at school are around, and never have you told anyone that you two were dating.

It hurt sometimes, not being able to claim him like you wish you would, especially when you see other girls and women throwing themselves at him like ants on sugar.

But it's worth it, at the end of the day he is yours and you are his.

No matter how many women wish to have him, you're the only one who actually does, and that's enough for you.

_ "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our symbol of peace, number one hero All might!" The TV presenter cheered as she welcomed your man.

_ "Thank you very much miss, I am happy to be here." You smiled instinctively seeing your boyfriend's beaming features.

_ "So tell us All might, how was it like to be in that mission against the league all by yourself? We only saw titbits of the fight as it wasn't easy to get close to the location, but the small footage we were able to obtain showed us just how powerful our number one is." The lady swooned over him and she wasn't even trying to hide it. In fact it was obvious that she wanted him to know.

This was not a new occurrence, and it was something you learned to live with, but it still pissed you off a little.

_ "Yes! I want you as well as everyone else to know that as long as I'm here, you can carry on with your lives as usual and leave the rest in the capable hands of the heroes!" His words always brought peace among the public.

_ "Oh Mr All might you really know how to calm a lady's heart don't you?" She giggled brushing her fingers along his arm and you just tensed up seeing that.

Sure, women as well as men are usually lining up to get a glimpse of him, a word, an autograph or a picture, but never has anyone crossed the line before.

You tapped your foot in an attempt to contain your frustration, but what you couldn't understand was why did he look unbothered.

You didn't expect him to push her away or anything like that. Even you knew that's unreasonable, but he could at least show some annoyance right?

_ "So tell us, because everyone here is interested to know, are you still single?" Her eyes gleamed hopefully and you were overwhelmed with a weird mixture of anger and despair. It's because you already knew the answer he was about to provide.

_ "I'm single of course! I dedicated my heart and my body to the good of the people years ago!" You rolled your eyes as you mouthed the words with him.

_ "Oh my! You're melting this lady's heart." She responded pointing at herself, as if it wasn't obvious. "But tell us something Mr All might, if you were to be in a relationship, what kind of person would you be interested in?" She batted her fake eyelashes as she spoke.

You didn't understand all the personal questions she was throwing his way, wasn't this interview supposed to be about his recent mission?

_ "Ah, well I guess I would say someone like yourself!"

What? Was he serious? Couldn't he just avoid the question like he usually does?

_ "Mr All might I'm so flattered! You are..

You couldn't watch anymore of that bullshit and switched off the TV as the woman was still talking.

It bothered you more than you thought it would. You love him so much, but things like that take a toll on you. And it didn't help that your boyfriend possesses an affectionate and approachable personality.

You paced the room impatiently waiting for his return, and time couldn't have possibly passed any slower.

It was well into the night when he finally returned home. And the first thing he did was greet you with his blinding smile, but you were in no mood to return it and he knew immediately that something was wrong.

_ "Y/n sweetheart is everything okay?"

_ "I don't know, shouldn't I be the one asking that?! Maybe I was wrong! I thought this could work if I was a little patient but you disregarded me entirely!"

He was shocked to see your outburst, and for a second couldn't find the right words. And apparently he kept quiet for longer than he should have, because your screaming resumed.

_ "And what about that tramp who interviewed you? Is that really your type? Flirty forward women?"

_ "Y/n stop yelling please! You know exactly that none of that meant anything. You of all people should know that." He rarely ever scowled, but this time he did, and it made everything seem worse.

_ "Yeah, I'm the one who should know, I'm the one who should understand, I'm the one who should be patient. And what do you have to do?!" You stopped for a moment before continuing in a calmer voice that did not reflect your next words:

_ "I can't do this anymore."

He widened his eyes and shook his head in disapproval:

_ "No, y/n please don't do this. Let's talk about it."

_ "I'm done talking." You responded curtly and immediately left his appartement before he could notice the tears in your eyes.

He couldn't believe what happened, he could've easily stopped you from leaving if he so wished, but would that be right? You clearly didn't want to be there.

For the first time in his life, he felt helpless. Watching the person he cares about the most in pain because of him was torture.

Days have passed, and neither of you tried to contact the other. You were stubborn and mad, but he was honestly scared.

He wanted to give you some time to cool down before trying anything. He feared that if he pushed you when you're still furious, he'd lose you for good. He wasn't about to risk it.

Even at school, you avoided him, apart from the polite head bow and the quiet "good morning's", you exchanged no words.

You kept an eye on him through his TV appearances. It wasn't enough, obviously, but there was nothing you could do about it. You were still not ready to talk after all.

You've noticed that his smile wasn't genuine anymore, it felt forced and fake and you hated it as well as yourself. But what could you do?

Days turned into weeks, but nothing had changed.

Was that it for you? Were you supposed to finally move on?

_ "Damnit I hate this.." You muttered under your breath as you downed your fifth drink that evening.

You were at the annual heroes gala, and you were practically forced to attend. The country's top heroes all there in one hall, so obviously Toshinori was too.

You sat at the bar drowning in your own misery as you watched from the corner of your eye how every woman at the party surrounded him.

You hated every part of it. You couldn't say or do a thing except watching.

_ "Hey y/n! Why are you sitting here all by yourself? Come join us!" Yamada urged you as he grabbed your arm to help you up, but apparently you were a bit too drunk than you thought. You stumbled over your own feet and fell straight into his chest, bringing both of you to the ground.

The loud thud was enough to turn every head your direction, including the man you had been eyeing the whole evening.

Toshinori's eyes widened as he saw the compromising position you landed on. Legs on each side of your friend's, hands fisting his shirt to keep you balanced, and nose brushing against his.

You two stared at each other for a moment and you instinctively turned your head to where the number one hero was standing, only to find him gritting his teeth and glaring at the both of you.

Wait.. an opportunity just presented itself and you quickly took advantage of it. You wanted him to feel the way you always have, maybe then he'll understand the pain he's been causing you.

You turned around to look at Yamada who started laughing uncontrollably, and joined his fit -still sitting on his lap- before asking between giggles: "Are you okay? I donno what came over me, look at us! If someone manages to take a picture we're screwed."

_ "I don't mind being enveloped in a scandal with you." He answered playfully placing one arm around your waist.

Truthfully, you and Yamada have been close friends ever since you joined UA, and this kind of joke is something you both exchanged frequently without having any meaning behind it. You didn't like each other that way which makes the joking part comfortable.

Toshinori on the other hand didn't look pleased at all, and his reaction was the last thing you expected to see.

He walked right up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you with ease and pulling you out of the hall.

It was quiet as he did so, everyone was in shock witnessing the scene, and you could've heard a pin drop.

He kept his tight hold on your wrist as he dragged you to his car. Neither of you said a word the whole ride home.. his home, and only when he finally stopped the car did you turn around to speak:

_ "What was that? Aren't you worried what everyone might think after what you just pulled? Surely you don't want anyone to start talking." You stressed the last part mockingly and his fists clenched around the wheel.

_ "Don't test me y/n, I'm not in the mood for your games." His voice dropped lower as he tried his hardest to remain calm.

_ "Take me home, I don't want to be here." Your frustration grew by the second, but so did his.

_ "You're not going anywhere until we talk this over. Get out." It was a first, he has never spoken to you this way before. And you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system or your longing for him, but a warm feeling started forming between your thighs.

You followed him inside, it was the first time you stepped foot into his appartement since that day.

_ "What do you want to talk about anyway?" You asked crossing your arms, not even taking a seat, you just wanted to get it over with and leave.

_ "Your irresponsible behavior tonight! What was that all about?"

_ "You are the last person to talk to me about proper behavior." You stomped your way to him pointing an accusing finger as you spoke. "I'm supposed to keep quiet and watch as you enjoy those women's advances? Don't make me laugh!"

_ "No that's not what I'm saying. Don't you trust me at all?" His expressions softened as desperation laced his voice. But you weren't about to lose to him.

_ "This has nothing to do with trust! This is about you disregarding my feelings."

_ "You think I don't know that after what happened tonight everyone will start asking questions? Would I have done it if I didn't care about you?"

_ "Oh I'm sorry, that must've ruined it for you, but it's fine you can come up with something like you always do."

Tears started forming in your eyes and you struggled to fight them back. "I'm leaving." But you barely managed to take a few steps before two strong arms hugged you from behind pinning you in place.

_ "No, I'm not letting you leave, I should've stopped you the first time but I'm not making the same mistake again." All thoughts had left your mind and you couldn't say anything after that.

He picked you up and marched to his bedroom.

Your body bounced on top of his mattress and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

It was fast and sloppy and urgent, like he was afraid you'd leave him again.

Little did he know that despite being outraged, you were not about to go anywhere.

You fisted his hair and bit the fat tongue tracing the insides of your mouth, smirking when a deep groan left his throat.

So this is how you want to play it?

He pulled away eyes flaring up with lust and exasperation, before grabbing the neck of your shirt and tearing it apart to leave you only in your bra.

_ "Fuck I missed this." He hissed under his breath and proceeded to do the same with the rest of your clothes.

It all happened in a split second, that when you sat up to quarrel with him about ruining your clothes, a sharp cry left your mouth instead when his head dove in between your legs immediately devouring your already seeping cunt.

You threw your head back, one hand grabbing the sheets while the other pressed his head down further against your pussy.

His tongue fucked its way into your core, licking your gummy walls and kissing your cervix as it went. And all you could do was mewl and writhe underneath him as the intense pleasure engulfed your senses.

From the corner of your eye, you saw one of his hands travel from your thigh to his pants, desperately working on releasing his confined cock. You moaned and twitched into his mouth at the sight of his already fully erected dick thrusting into his half clenched fist.

You wanted more, and you went for it. You planted your feet on the mattress and tightened your fist around his locks before thrusting up into his mouth. You kept fucking his face and he kept fisting his cock until you both neared your release.

Suddenly, Toshinori's hand moved back to your jerking hips, big palms clenching your sides and planting you flush against the bedsheets before resuming his assault on your drooling, winking pussy.

He sucked your clit and grazed his teeth over your lower lips and all you could do was gasp for air.

One of his hands then moved around to your butt cheek giving you a smack and leaving a raging red palm print behind. And that was it for you, you squeezed your thighs around his head, finally climaxing in his mouth.

You slurred his name along with a few profanities as you rode out your orgasm and fell limp underneath him.

But he had other plans for you.

You watched through heavy eyes as he sat up licking his lips and taking off his own clothes.

_ "It's not over yet gorgeous, get ready for me."

_ "But, I.. aaaah!" Your sentence was cut short as a loud scream left your throat when he plunged his dick inside of your overstimulated cunt without any warning.

He immediately started moving at a merciless speed and your eyes were popping out of your head as you dug your nails in his arms and took him all in.

The loud wet shameless sounds your bodies were making added to your arousals, and you soon started moaning and whimpering against his ear when that familiar feeling started forming within you for the second time that night.

_ "Toshi.. I can't.. I'm about to cum!"

_ "I love you y/n.. I fucking love you.. I'm never letting you go." He chanted between each thrust and you tightened around him as his words almost drove you over the edge.

_ "I love you too! I love you damn it!" You cried out tears running down your face, and he suddenly stopped completely.

You felt his fingers stroking your cheeks and you opened your eyes to find a worried look on his face.

_ "I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm a selfish jerk but I promise I'll treat you better from now on. Those couple of weeks we've spent apart were hell, so please don't leave me."

You couldn't find the right words, so instead you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, one that contradicted the previous events of the evening, one that took you both back to when things were still alright.

His hands moved to caress your sides, and you arched your back and tugged on his hair, urging him to start moving again.

His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything for that itch in your core. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on their path.

_ "Toshi.. faster, please honey." The nickname did it, he nuzzled deeper into your neck sucking and nibbling while his hips picked up the pace.

You threw your head back and bit your lower lip allowing him to take you to your blissful ending.

It didn't take much longer until you tightened around him moaning his name. He kept fucking you, chasing his own release that came moments after yours. He pulled out and released all over your tummy before falling on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer.

_ "So what now? You know we're going to face countless questions about tonight." You stated cautiously, unsure of his upcoming response.

_ "We'll answer them all truthfully, I will not hide our relationship anymore."

_ "Really? You would do that?!" It was unbelievable, and you were eager for further reassuring.

_ "Of course love.. you know what hurts the most? It's that despite being the nember one hero who's job is to protect others, I failed miserably to protect the person I care about the most.. I'm so sorry." He was finally able to lift his head up and look you straight in the eyes.

You smiled brightly and cupped his cheeks, pecking his nose before whispering: "It's not too late Toshi, we can always start over."

You two could finally relax into each other's arms, knowing that whatever happens, you'll be able to face it as long as you're together.

@shxt-txt

[takenbyheartstrings]

ONE BED

summary: Its the one bed trope, but you and peter don't like each other and the avengers are determined to change that, so they set you and peter up for what could be success or what could be failure.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader.

warnings: angst (not really)???, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, and finally SMUT.

authors note: sorry if this is a little cringworthy, it's 12am and i am tired.

Natasha walked into the kitchen of the Avengers Compound, heaving a large breath, letting out a sigh catching Tony, Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Bruce's attention.

"What was that for?" Steve questioned as he noticed Natasha's somewhat annoyed appearance.

She shrugs, "They hate each other, they hate each other and I wanna know why."

Bucky laughs, "Not this shit again."

"Yes this shit again, Y/n and Peter clearly like each other, but I don't know why they have it in for each other."

"Or maybe they just don't like each other, that's possible Nat." Bucky lets a little glare.

Tony's voice perks up, "Uhhhh, I don't know about that. They always catch second glances at each other, when the other's not looking. It's cute." Tony couldn't believe he was talking about two eighteen year olds, but you two clearly liked each other.

Bruce let out a hum, "How about, we force them into a situation where they can't escape each other. We have to go down to Washington in a few days for the new training facility, so it's the perfect cover anyway. Instead of bunking Peter with Sam and Bucky, maybe we can bunk him in with Y/n."

Natasha and Wanda nod, "That's not a totally bad idea," Wanda tries not to grin; she's seen the way the two of you pine over each other like lovesick puppies. It really was cute.

"So we're just gonna ignore the fact that this is against their will and they might hate each other more than before and you guys are willing to place on the fence based on a hunch." Bucky speaks rationally, "Besides, the kid scares easily, you'll just be taking away the fun from Sam and I."

Everyone in the room trades a glance and then looks back at him, "Yeah." They all spoke at once.

It was settled. This little side mission was happening.

You sighed as you made your way into the conference room, the mission in Washington was a big one for you - and for Peter. But you needed to be prepared for anything, but nothing could prepare you for the news you were about to hear.

"Alright, I've got our roommates for the trip ready." Tony stated as he started listing off names, you were confused as to why you weren't with Wanda like usual. "Okay and Y/N and Peter."

"WAIT WHAT?" You almost screamed standing up.

"I can't be that bad. Can I?" Peter's lip quirked into a smirk.

You rolled your eyes as they turned a shade of red at his annoyance, "Well you clearly can."

"Don't get all glitter eyes on me." Peter chuckles, as Bucky can't help but snicker, your head snaps toward him as he then backs off.

Steve puts a hand your arm and he beckons you to sit down. You do so trying to calm down.

"Hey look," Tony sighs, "Sorry kids, but that's just how it is. Two people per room and you guys just happened to be last pick."

Peter sighs, "Whatever, the sooner we get it over with the better." He rolls his eyes walking out of the room. You followed but before leaving, you used your powers to lift Tony's coffee cup and spill it on his lap.

"Real mature!" He calls after you.

"I'm eighteen, get over it!" You yelled back before going to your room and slamming the door behind you.

Everyone was right, you did have a crush on Peter. You really liked him. But you were also so jealous of him. You were jealous of his smarts, his looks. Practically everything about the boy.

So much so, that you fantasised about him. You touched yourself thinking about him - and so did he. You both liked each other, but it was so hard to admit it because you were both jealous of each other, for the same reasons. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get through the night with Peter in the same room as you. You didn't know if it was going to be a paradise or a nightmare.

The next night you got to the hotel, "All right guys, time to get settled in, we have a big day of training tomorrow. Go get rested, goodnight." He waves walking off with his key. Sam and Bucky take theirs, Bruce and Steve take theirs, Nat and Wanda take theirs and You and Peter are left standing there.

"Look I'm too tired to argue, so can we just... not?" You questioned Peter.

"That's fair," He gives an awkward smile, "Since you start them all," He mutters under his breath, quiet enough so that you don't hear it.

You both made it up to the room to be met with a sight, "Wow. One bed, like this could get any worse." You sighed.

"Really. Truely can't. I thought to myself 'Nothing's worse than having to share a room with you,' but now there's one bed and I'm not giving it up."

"Well neither am I, guess we'll share." You give a harsh glare. You set your duffle bag down next to the left side of the bed and grabbed your pyjamas and made your way to the bathroom, it was a pair of shorts and a tank top. You were so reluctant to wear a bra. But you were nervous considering that Peter was in the other room. You opted not to deciding it wasn't worth the pain.

You walked out of the bathroom and Peter met eyes with you, lingering over your body, he loved looking at every part of you, the way your nipples came through your shirt and how perfect your tits were. How perfect your thighs were. How beautiful you looked. He didn't say anything but the room was filled with a tense silence. Peter walked into the bathroom and changed, he walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of plaid pants. Your eyes made contact with his biceps, his abs. You never realised how strong Peter actually was, you always fantasised about him like this but your fantasy was now a reality. You swore you could feel yourself getting a little wet, just thinking about what Peter could do to you.

You sighed getting into the covers at Peter did the same, the two of you were lying back to back with a large chunk of space between the two of you. You let out a little sigh, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you had announced.

"Alright," Peter said timidly, letting you know he was awake.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, splashing yourself with cold water. You knew you shouldn't feel this way. Not now. Why now? Why when he was here? You splashed yourself in the face one last time before opening the door and you met Peter's eyes.

"Peter I-," You started.

"I like you." Peter said nonchalantly.

"I-I like you too."

It was quick, but finally Peter's lips landed on yours and never left. You were actually the one to deepen the kiss. You felt Peters tongue slide into your mouth in one swift movement. His hands trailed up your shirt as you were pinned against a wall, he could feel your tits get hard as a chill went down your spine from the touch of his cold hands. Breaking the kiss for a moment - he lifted your shirt over your head as he started trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a heavy moan. Peter smirked against the kisses, as he trailed further down your body, licking and sucking on your nipples, his tongue making circles around them.

"Fuck, Peter." You groaned softly as the two of you then moved to the bed, you could see a bulge in Peter's pants. You slid them down as you were met with his dick, a smirk took place on your face as he sat back against the headboard.

You decided to have your way with Peter, kissing and sucking on his tip. Until you finally placed your whole mouth around it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You took your mouth off of it before wrapping your hand around it and slapping it onto your tongue. You could hear Peter groan heavily, "Fuck, Y/n, just like that." His words came out as hot flashes as you moved your hand up and down his dick, rubbing it.

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to feel Peter. You moved up to kiss him again, but before you could Peter looked at you, “Every time you made me angry I fantasised about the things I would do to you and now I finally get to do them," He smirked.

You couldn't say anything else, you just let the moment get a hold of you. You kissed him again and it was like you could feel the electricity sparking in the air between the two of you. His kisses were hungry and desperate and sweet. You were lucky to be in his arms tonight, you were lucky to be fucked by someone like him. Someone caring. Someone genuinely sweet. Even if you hadn't seen what that side of him was even like, you knew he was.

You felt your breath hitch against the air as Peter removed your shorts, and yet he could see the patch of wetness on your underwear. You swore you could hear him get hungry at the sight, Peter didn't say anything, but he removed the garment blocking him from all of you. You were naked in front of him and he was loving every minute of it. His tongue entered your pussy as he sucked and licked your clit, moving his tongue up and down your pussy. He was hungry for you and only you.

Peter finally looked up at you as you moaned softly, your back arching a little as he pleased you with his tongue, "Peter I want you, please." You said desperately.

"As you wish," Peter said huskily as he slid his dick into your wet hole and boy did that hit the spot. Sliding in and out of you, every single moan was like a godsend, like music to hears ears. You were shaking under him.

"Peter you can go rougher than that," You spoke through a strained moan and Peter could. Your bodies flowed together, the mattress moving underneath the two of you, slamming the headboard with every thrust. Each moan that came out of your mouth got higher and higher, letting Peter know you were almost at your edge. Peter continued to move in and out of you.

"Fuck Pete, I'm almost there," You whimpered softly, "Fuck!"

He smirked against you, pulling out his dick and replacing it with his mouth. His tongue moved in and out just like his whole body had and you finally reached your peak.

"FUCK PETE!" You moaned once more as your body finally relaxed.

You took a hold of Peter's dick and started rubbing it again, he moaned quietly, "Fuck, yeah, just like that, that's my girl." Peter murmured. You smirked before placing your mouth over his cock and moving your head up and down once more, wrapping your hand around it while you also moved your head.

"Fuck that's it, that's it." Peter groaned, "Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna cum." Peter said as you moved your head faster and faster, ready to take on his load and that's when you could finally feel it, the sticky, white liquid in your mouth as you let it dribble back onto his cock, before licking it off his tip and letting it fall again, tasting the excess that was left in your mouth.

You let yourself fall back next to Peter as you got back underneath the covers with him, your naked bodies lying together intertwined.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about doing that with you," You laughed quietly, "I always hated you because you're everything I'm not Peter, but I was too quick to judge. I was wrong, wrong about most of it, almost all of it."

"Me too, Y/n, me too. I always wanted to be like you, but I see now that we have our differences and that's okay, but now we can work on that. Together." Peter spoke.

"Does that mean," You smiled against his chest.

"Yeah, it does."

"Well in that case, I really liked it when you said I was your girl," You smiled up at him, "That was really hot."

The two of you ended up falling asleep, in each others arms, feeling nothing but happiness. The two of you knew now that there was no reason to hate each other. There was no reason you couldn't be with each other.

The next morning you slid on a training bra and tights, reading for the day of training Tony had told all of you to get rest for, "Well don't you look good." Peter said wrapping his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your lips.

"I could say the same for you," You said feeling the biceps that were exposed because of his muscle tee. You and Peter walked down to the lobby with his arm wrapped around you, the rest of the group looked at the two of you surprised.

"You two look cosy," Wanda smiled.

Bucky batted an eye for a moment surprised that the plan the group had set out actually worked, "Wow, yeah, you guys do, what happened?"

"Oh we just talked, and we just confessed our feelings and now we're together." Peter explained.

Natasha let a painful look shine through, "You sure you guys just talked, it's not like the walls are soundproof."

The two of you blushed, "I- we- you- heard- what?" You were flustered you didn't know what to say. Peter just stood there in shock.

The rest of the group laughed walking off, "C'mon guys, the facility is ready for us, might as well make the best of it," Tony chuckled walking off as the rest of you followed, Peter placing a kiss on your head as you did.

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

What the heck happened to Kevin?

EDIT: newer version with updated info here!

-straps you in against your will- (it's long and I'm not sorry lol)

tl;dr: Kevin isn't an purely evil antagonist (at least not the entire way through the show). He did found the religion surrounding a Smiling God but no longer controls the version of it in NV. He did not found Strex. Strex did use the religion to control people and Kevin had some importance because of his standing. Kevin lies to us and himself but his tone and other things betray the truth. Charles might be good for him actually because of this??? More Kevin please.

WTNV is a great podcast because it highlights a truth about stories that people forget: protagonist just means 'the person whose point of view the story is in' and not 'the good guy'. Nor does having a protagonist who is good necessitate a continuous and obvious antagonist.

When Kevin is our protagonist we get the same unreliability we get with Cecil, but Kevin's brainwashing is overt and obvious whilst Cecil's is a subtle result of his upbringing in a conservative place like NV.

So just who is Kevin of Desert Bluffs? What are his ties to Strex? Ep.73 gives us the context we were terribly lacking during the Strex Arc.

Ep.73 - Past Kevin: “Strexcorp? That faux-friendly big business corporate monster? Don’t talk to me about them. Strexcorp is the worst. […] I actually tried to stop them from buying it! I tried very hard. I put my own body, this fragile thing, in between the Strex representatives and the entrance to the building but they forced their way past me using ethically brutal methods that left me forever physically changed."

Future Kevin: "Oh, what StrexCorp and their Smiling God did to my wonderful little town. What they did to me. I’m not myself anymore. I’m a smile, and a twitch of the wrist. It has been years, Cecil. I’ve drifted away from myself. Sometimes I am one me, and then again I am the other. What they did to the sentient heat trapped temporarily in my body."

In this episode, a Kevin before Strex has any power in my opinion doesn't have any reason to lie to Cecil about his involvement in Strex, unreliable narrator or no. He also emotes differently in the further-past, having a genuine flare of annoyance at the mention of Strex. He simply does not talk like this at all later on when Strex is in power. Something changed. And if he were lying about hating Strex to stay on Cecil's good side, why mention this? -

Ep. 73 Past Kevin: [...]You know they’ve been trying to buy the radio station? Can you imagine how awful that would be? They’d probably try to take me off the air, and replace me with someone else. Or, worse, try to change my personality completely. Oh! I would never let that happen[...]"

That is...basically what seems to have happened to him. In his 'present' form (which is really more of a recent past version of himself) during this episode when Cecil talks about Night Vale and Strex, Kevin happily talks about Strex despite Cecil again clearly not being happy about it. He shows no need to side with Cecil's opinion here because he's under Strex himself now.

As an aside, Kevin also states he's never heard of NV in the further-past whilst his recent-past self during that episode and his first appearances in the Strex Arc do know what NV is but has never been there. This is either an oversight by writers or a different Kevin or he just genuinely hadn't heard of NV then.

In the future, he once more speaks of how awful Strex was when they hurt his town and once more, in my opinion, has no reason to deny his involvement especially when he's been isolated for years and is clearly depressed and miserable and has nothing to lose.

Also, with dubious-canon, there is this from a patreon listener questions session:

Kevin:  “So I smile over and over until the version of me in the mirror stops smiling along and starts looking scared and exhausted and then sits on the edge of the tub, muttering about the life he used to have before Strex got a hold of him.”

Which could be like, a literal alternate Kevin he can see through a mirror or just Kevin pretending it's just a mirror version of himself whilst it's actually him feeling negative emotions/effects of trauma he doesn't want to admit having.

And during the podcast, there are hints that something terrible did happen in DB which could have been Strex's takeover and which Kevin (by his tone more than his words) has been negatively affected by. For the life in me I cannot remember the exact episodes to quote it, but I think they're early episodes. The gist is that he mentions an 'incident' that 'some of them never woke up from again' during which Intern Vanessa died.

All of this evidence cannot be ignored. We can say with some certainty that the Kevin we hear the most from started out as a man who was ordinary by whatever ordinary in DB ever was, and was taken in and changed by Strex.

It also can't be ignored that later episodes and It Devours! increase Kevin's involvement in both Strex and the worship of the Smiling God, at least in theory.

But some of it just never sits right with me. In particular, this quote:

Ep. 137: “The mayor and I have been close for a long time. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I think our more difficult times were back when we used to run a company together. We had some typical disagreements over who was in charge. She thought because she was the president of the company, she should have final say on all decisions. Whereas I knew that I was one of the Smiling God’s chosen prophets, and our all-loving devourer would not choose a prophet who made mistakes.”

There's...inconsistency here that I can't ignore. Lauren was promoted from executive to vice-president as of episode 49. She was never promoted to president in our timeline. Also, Kevin only states that he should have more power than her because of his Smiling God connections, not because he was actually important in the company.

But did that hold merit, or did it only hold merit to him? Lauren is not in agreement during these later All Smiles' Eve to Mudstone Abyss episodes. And why not? Just because Strex was using the Joyous Congregation to help control DB (theocracy and capitalism do go hand in hand!) doesn't mean that Kevin had any real power BUT it may have led him into thinking he did. If he really did i.e. was Strex's founder or something and they were really fighting about it, he could easily have demoted or fired her. It wouldn't have been difficult.

Strex does not mind 'disappearing people' when necessary and there's no reason we can see for Kevin to have special affection for Lauren. They have a tumultuous relationship at best. If she had no power over him, he would have always treated her with the same disposability and control he does when he runs Desert Bluffs Too.

It Devours! ch 8: “You see, our prophet Kevin found an old oak door[...]"

We never really get to see how Kevin reacted to being in the desert otherworld after Old Oak Doors. But I theorise the reason he was able to start building so fast was because he had, genuinely, already been there and brought back a religion revolving around a Smiling God with him. (The book is new though, he's been in the desert otherworld ten or more years compared to NV time which is plenty of time to write it and get it sent back).

And what about the religion surrounding a Smiling God?

The nature of the Smiling God and what it is is...difficult. Kevin mentions in All Smiles' Eve and the Mudstone Abyss that the religion has been around since he was a child. He says he's celebrated All Smiles' with his family, and that he's dreamed of creating the MSA since being little. If we're taking this as truth, then if Kevin founded the religion he founded it as a child. Or he's lying. Again.

But also there isn't just one Smiling God. It's always referred to as a Smiling God (in the podcast at least), not the. Dana sees a Smiling God which is just a vast light and it's this which is dangerously trying to get into NV through the Old Oak Doors. But also, Kevin writes about a giant centipede as if it were a Smiling God (the movements of such a creature is also observed by either Dana or Carlos, I forgot I'm sorry ;; ) but only Pastor Munn/Gordon know about Kevin's book on the centipede and believe in that version of a Smiling God.

It was genuinely not known by other congregation members, even those like Darryl who grew up with the religion and members who lived in NV previously. Kevin also once said that a Smiling God has teeth and a tongue, which neither a centipede nor a light have. Congregation members also question whether Huntokar is a Smiling God and softly admit they're not sure what a Smiling God is.

It Devours! shows us a differing interpretation of their religion from the side of Darryl and other 'ordinary' congregation members and those actually running/leading it and deciding what the regular members are and aren't allowed to know. It's clear that it's very much like a cult at that point. But was it always? The Joyous Congregation exists happily without Kevin there to guide it and even after learning the weirder and more negative aspects of it they choose which version they like the best and follow that instead. Could the religion had also started out differently? Different ideals? Different ideas of what a Smiling God was? What did Strex influence in it, if at all? Is the version followed by NV citizens before any DB interference different too?

Kevin definitely hides things to show everyone (even himself) only the best things. (That's why Charles' has the potential to be really good for him, I get that now lol). But I don't get the vibes of 'mastermind perfectly in control of himself' from the man who was too brutally honest about his hatred of pasta salad and said this:

ep. 73 'recent past' Kevin: "I remember being a real grumpster, just a grouch and a half about everything! [...] But Strex bought out my radio station, and everything changed for the better. [...] Once Strex entered my life and showed me the power of the Smiling God, why, nothing was the same for me ever again! I felt so much happier. I did terrible things. I felt so much happier! I tore and bit and growled…I felt so incredibly happy! My skin rent, blood drops on the ceiling, someone’s throat in my hand! So deliriously happy!"

And he sounds a bit delirious whilst recounting this. Kevin's tone only ever changes when experiencing something genuine and that is not often.

So what do I think? I think that WTNV is written as socio-political commentary and Kevin reflects that. He is made to represent the influences a theocratic-capitalist society has on a person. He is made to be complex, and not just 'simply evil'.

Maybe there are many Kevin's we are hearing from even when we aren't made aware of such (but this feels like a cop out) and thus many Strex's and many religions surrounding a Smiling God.

But most likely:

DB was a mirror or close enough of NV. Kevin and Cecil were very similar pre-Strex. Strex was directly established in DB. Kevin spent some time in the Desert Otherworld and either discovered people there who already worshipped/observed the vast light which is a Smiling God which exists there or founded such a group of people based on others already lost there (evidence is found by Dana of there once being a civilisation doing such worship in the desert otherworld).

He brought that knowledge back with him and despite it being incomplete/not very solid/based mostly on his own interpretations, the religion really took off in DB and either dripped a bit to NV or the NV version is what created the otherworld version when some of them got lost in the dog park and ended up there. Anyway, Kevin becomes pretty important because of this.

Strex adopted that religion, changing it to suit them as they saw fit and even adopting it's triangle symbolism into their company logo, and used it to gain more power over DB and it's citizens so they could take total control (they also canonically invented control collars...).

Strex beat down and brainwashed Kevin but kept him in his job because people already looked to him as a prophet of a Smiling God. It works like this for years, with belief in a Smiling God becoming a mandatory part of the StrexCorp regime and Kevin himself still having some influence over it. He incorrectly believed this gave him power over StrexCorp and it's employees too. He would fight with Lauren about this and she was actually the one in the right hence why she never gets reprimanded, but also why she can't get rid of Kevin without destabilising the control they have.

The Strex Arc for NV happens. Kevin is returned to the desert otherworld and does research on a giant creature he sees there and mistakes(?) it for a different form of a Smiling God. He finds a way to send this book back, and since time works differently in NV (i.e. many years have passed in the desert otherworld but not in NV) the book looks 'old-ish'. Pastor Munn only shared the book with Gordon and they change the religion subtly based on what they gleam from it. This may or may not have been Kevin's intention as it seems more like general notes or even scientific research (gasp!) than any kind of dogma.

Kevin continues to believe and insist on his own version of events, maybe even to help him through his trauma, and eventually gets to live out his fantasy of control by running Desert Bluffs Too. He has a small religious crisis during this time (canon, mentioned during the All Smiles'-Mudstone Abyss arc), likely because neither the vast light nor the centipede he assigned a Smiling God nor any other version he imaged seems to be in the desert otherworld any more. Charles enters the picture and starts to challenge Kevin's perceptions of his own importance, what is correct emotional regulation and what his religion might actually mean. He has all but forgotten Strex at this time, but is unable or unwilling to look back on those times as completely negative especially because his religion (which he very well likely founded) became so linked with the company.

More Kevin please.

[editorandchief]

Charming | Jason Carver

Summary: Can it be with Jason Carver we’re I’m like Eddies sister and Jason and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease one another, when I’m doing homework home alone he shows up looking for Eddie, and we get into one of our bickering fits when he purposely breaks my board game when he sees me start to cry he tries to help me pick it up when we accidentally touch hands and we both have a moment and kiss and it’s gets all sweet. Lol thanks :) A/N: I didn't really get the board game thing so I changed it a bit hope that's okay.

Warning: None

Requested: Yes.

Sitting in your room Friday afternoon attempting to cram all your homework into the two hour time limit that you had before you had to start you shift at the music store was alone nerve racking enough which is why when a abrupt, loud, and consistent banging on the front door only shortened your already dwindling patience. 

Getting up from your bed and stomping over to you door you swung it open, you were surprised but no less irritated to see the face of the last person you expected to see.

"Jason Carver," You stated raising a brow. "What fresh hell is this?" 

"It your brother here?" Jason asked as you started looking around the sky with a scared/curious look on your face. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the flying pigs." You replied. "But your the only one here." 

"Hilarious, your brother. is he here?"

"Nope." You answered moving to pull the door closed, only to have it stopped by Jason's hands. Rolling your eyes really wanting to finish your work you glared at e the blonde. "Yes?" 

"Where is he?" He asked. 

"Don't know." 

"When will he be back?" 

"Don't know." 

"Is there anything you do know?" Jason asked glaring back at you.

"I know that you're getting on my last nerves." You replied. 

"You know what I think?" Jason asked talking a step into the trailer. 

"Nothing?" You replied looking at him in annoyance. 

"I think you know your 'freak' brother has been running around with Chrissy." He said talking a step forward as you take a step back. "And I think you know exactly where they are and your covering for them."  

"Wait a minute." You said holding your hands up. "That's what this is about? you're pissed your prefect, precious ex is getting it on with 'the freak?" You smiled fighting not to laugh in his face. 

"Chrissy isn't getting it on with anyone." He denied. "Especially your brother."

"Yeah your right I'm sure they're just playing D&D or something." You agreed sarcastically as his anger seemed to rise with every passing second. "Well as much fun as this was I am going to have to ask you to get the fuck out now." You said with a smile as your gesture to the still open door.

"Why? Are they here?" He asked stepping farther inside, looking around.

"No-."

"I bet you're just trying to help them hide." He accused pushing past you before walking down the small hall that led to Eddie's room.

Rushing behind him you watched as he pushed the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. "What the hell are you doing Carver?!" You asked as he looking around the empty room. 

Without a word he spins around to face you, backing out of the room he approaches you looking over your shoulder. Following his gaze you see him eyeing your room door, that you had closed before answering the door, shaking your head you took a few steps before your back was pressed against it. Of course Eddie and Chrissy weren't in there but the last person you did want in there was Jason Carver.

"What are they in there?" He asked as he approached your figure blocking the entrance. "Huh. Are you in there freak?" He shouted at the door. 

"No one is here but us Jason and you need to leave." You said placing your hand on his chest pushing him back. Grabbing your wrist pulling your hand from his chest, Jason continued to yell at the door of the empty room. 

You weren't even thinking, so much was going on as you pulled your hand from his grip, but you soon froze as you felt a pop and something hit your shoe.

Looking over at your wrist you didn't even fight it as Jason pushed you to the side. You felt your heart drop as you look at your bare wrist were the most precious thing in your life used to live. 

You don't care about Jason storming into your room as you quickly drop to your knees franticly searching the floor for the small chain adorned with various charms. 

It was a birthday present from a few years ago, Eddie and you uncle had saved up in order to buy it for you and each year they took turns adding an additional charm one with your birth stone from Wayne, a guitar from Eddie a different one each year. Your small family didn't have a lot of money but you all did thing like this in order to make each other happy, like when you and Wayne pulled money together to help Eddie get his guitar and you and Eddie surprised Wayne with a new A/C unit in his truck. 

Your shaking hands scooped up the bracelet as you cradled it in your hands you notice that two charms were missing. your breath quickened as your eye scanned the floor for the small metal trinkets. 

The small (Your favorite color) gem catches your eye, Jason finally finished searching your room turns to see you picking up it up before going back to searching. Taking a step forward Jason feels something hard under his feet, lifting his foot he spots a small metal guitar on a small broken loop. 

"Is this what your looking for?" Jason asked after picking up the charm. Your head snapped up in his direction, only then did he notice the tears streaming down your face and the slight shake  of your sobbing figure. 

Standing up your reach to take it from his hand, feeling a bit better now that you at least had all the pieces. 

"Look, I'm sorry." Jason says as you cling to the broken accessory. "I wasn't thinking, I didn't mean to take it that far."

"But you do." You replied before looking up at his with teary eyes. "You always do Jason." You finished referring to all the time were you two would tease or bicker until Jason in your opinion took it too far. 

"Hey last I check this wasn't exactly one sided." Jason countered you both knowing that more likely than not you were the one to start the disagreements, but this was not one of those times.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as more tears fell from your eyes as you go back to looking at your bracelet in devastation.

"Okay, okay I'm really sorry." Jason repeated as he brought his hand up to hold your. "How about this, I'll fix it or I'll get it fixed or something." 

You remain silent looking up from your hands to meet Jason's blue eyes.

"It'll be as good as new." He continues as he began pulling the pieces from your hands and into his. "I promise." Once Jason had all the pieces in his hand you notice that he made no move to break away from your gaze, no move to back away in fact he was getting closer. 

Before you know it you felt his lips pressed against yours. Maybe it was all the emotion from the current situation or maybe it was years of the years of tension that had already been their, cause slowly but surly you allowed yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the kiss. 

You had no idea how long you and Jason had stood there basically making out, but the sound of a car door slamming pulled you back into reality as you pulled away. 

Both you and Jason stood there in stock for about half a second before he decided to speak. "Um, well yeah I'll get it this fixed." Jason reiterated pushing the charms and chain into the pocket of his letterman, turning and heading for the door.

As he exited the trailer Jason completely ignored Eddie and Chrissy, nearly knocking the couple over in his rush to get to his car. Walking through the still open door Eddie enter, his eyes almost immediately finding his little sister face still wet with tears. 

"Hey are you alight? Did he do something to you?" Eddie asked standing in front of you. 

Pulling yourself together you look to your brother and the blonde that stood a bit behind him. 

"Maybe next time you you should make sure your drama doesn't become someone else's problem." You said with what you hope was a decent glare before rushing to your room and slamming to door shut behind you. 

Looking absent mindedly around your room your zero in on your clock. 

"Shit, I've got to get to work." 

[sugarakis-p2]

Big Shiggy Daddy ch6

It just feels like you are going in circles with Shigaraki. Worse he won't even let you see Chouka go to her first day of school. It is making you want to give in. For a brief moment you feel hope that you are saved when you see Hawks. That hope is quickly dies.

Warning: Non/con with Hawks, yandere mean Mothman Shigaraki sugar daddy, cussing, drinking, insults

chapter 5

Chapter 6:

You lay there in the dark. It had to be hours later.

Listening to Tomura Shigaraki's breath for a while before you move to clean yourself off with the towel. He is awake instantly, humming to you, holding you too tight.

"Do you wish to talk more?" his voice graveled out in the darkness.

"I want to know, why me?" you ask in a breaking voice.

"I feel I have answered that several times already," he states with a lilt of annoyance as he kisses her shoulder in the dark.

"But you are a king, I'm sure prettier and more interesting medieval chicks are into you. So why boring vet and animal product call center employee me?" you ask.

"You want the truth," he snarks.

"Yeah, let's hear it. Let's try the truth," you snark back.

"I didn't care about you at first. I wanted to observe you and figure out how you interfered with my magic. My quirk, as your people call it. The more I watched, the more I needed you. I used to tell myself it was because I was curious. But it was fate, and I fell in love. So, sweet and sad. I wanted to make you happy. Many of the women died during the war. It was an ugly thing. There was a strong wizard on the other side. The spell he cast fucked up hard. Our side was more progressive, so we had more females in our army on the battlefield that missed the curse. After that, they couldn't risk killing any more women, so I racked them over the coals. Females are power, and power is all that matters in the end. You already had Chouka. I signed a treaty and got the place ready. Tada!" He informed you, leaning bad and spreading his wings and arms to all this vast glory.

"That's how you became king? That doesn't sound that impressive," you said aloud, like a damn fool.

"It was still a bloody battle where I lost several allies. That's not how I became king. That's how I kept my reign," he snarls, smacking your ass. You flinched and made a sharp intake, ass still stinging from the previous spanking. He blows cold air over your ass, gently rubbing, mumbling about old habits and too much rod.

"I actually might deserve that. I'm sorry," feeling a bit of shame. You should have kept your mouth shut, "I am really sorry. But this is my point. We don't know anything about each other, and I don't know anything about this world." You say. You feel yourself giving in again. It's all too hard. He watches you. Sees your resolve weaken and you're spirit breaking and crumbling under his will.

"I know everything about you except your quirk. I have never seen you use it. Is it passive? Does it resist magic? Why won't you tell?" he chitters. Pulling you to him and squeezing too tight.

"Because it's stupid," you blurted, "It's considered useless, and I never use it because it's useless. Ok. If it was useful, my family would be alive. I have no idea about your magic or why I lived, and my dad is dead. I don't know about that but please, drop it."

He growls, not wanting to drop it, but you are so close to giving in. He has watched you and knows pushing too hard might make you dig your heels in. Shigaraki strokes your hair, holding you close as he purrs in your ear.

"Ok, as you say. You will tell me one day. In the meantime, we will get to know each other while Chouka is in school. We'll bond. Perhaps it's time for the carrot," He rasps lightly.

Yippee, you think sarcastically.

Two days go by of a relaxed routine, and it's the big day. Chouka is a squirming ball of stress as you braid her hair. Mr. Chew curled in your lap.

"There you go! You look cool. Mohawk braid!" you shout in delight. Chouka's wings quiver in agitation. You put a blue plaid bow at the end. She has a matching one on Mr. Chew.

"Cool is an outdated word, mom. I don't know. What do you think, daddy?" She asks, turning to Shigaraki and playing with the tip of her hair. He looks annoyed. He had lost the fight over the rat. Now Mr. Chew has his own identical nest next to Chouka's. As long as the rat does his business outside and stays away from the kitchen, Shigaraki won't kill him.

"Intimidating. I like it. Here Mommy, braid my hair the same way," he says, plunking down in front of you. You are so surprised, you gape at the back of his head, "Go make sure your back has everything in it. Take the damn rat with you," he snarls, quickly reaching back, seizing up Mr. chew and tossing him at her.

"Tell that taint eater to suck my ass!" Mr. Chew growls. Chouka chitters in anger but snuggles her rat. Chouka does a little happy dance before she skips off to check her bag for the fourth time. You don't want to touch Shigaraki. That night he has been going out of his way to be nice. For him, at least. He asks you what you want and then goes get it. Your requests have become more extravagant and outrageous. 

You asked for a box of jewels, and he comes back with a box of jewels. You ask for a blue pumpkin, and he brings back a blue pumpkin. You ask for your freedom, and he laughed. You don't want to touch him. But it will make Chouka happy to see him sporting the same hairstyle. You sigh and run your finger through his hair. It's so soft it sends pleasure tingles through the webbing of your fingers. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back for you. Expertly moving his antennae out of the way.

"Do you even want this hairstyle?" you ask. He turns his head and gives you a withering look.

"Of course not," he says slowly and evenly. Like he is measuring every word to find the right recipe to persuade the person he is talking to.

"Then you do it just to make Chouka happy?"

"Yes. My parents never did anything to make me happy," He says, turning back and waiting for you to continue. It was surprising. Shigaraki never talks much about himself. You start to braid his hair. Wincing whenever you pull his hair too tight. But he never complains about anything.

"What do you want from me?" You ask casually. He looks back at you with his scarred face.

"That's simple. I want your everything. I want more children with you, be a good mother to them, and for you to be my good submissive girl in the bedroom. Give me that, and you can have whatever you want," he says. You are almost done with his braid. It just needs a cute bow, you think. Dropping your hands, you feel homesick.

"I want to go home," you whine. He stands and shakes his head.

"I wonder if you might have some brain damage or I have misspoken. I thought I had mastered your tongue, but perhaps it's a failure on my part. I ripped you from your world and placed you here because there is no way of escaping. If you managed to reach the forest, the nagas would catch you. If you managed to get past them, the townsfolk wouldn't sell you the ingredients needed. If you managed to gather the ingredients, it takes years of practice and powerful magic to get back to your world. If you managed to make it back to your world by some insane luck or curse, there is no house or job waiting for you. If you decided to try and live on the streets, I would hunt you down and drag you back, then remove limbs until you really understand that this," he waves his hands around then, placing his hand on his chest, "This is your home, and we are your family now." 

You nod, really understanding now how screwed you are. You had an idea about it, but now he really made it crystal clear. You are not as crushed as you expected yourself to be. It's almost like you just feel numb. You look at where your pinky used to be and consider Shigaraki's words. Would it really be so bad to give in at this point? It would be years before you can really escape anyways. 

"Can I go with you to see Chouka go to her first day of school?" you ask. Hopeful. He looms closer.

"You want to negotiate? Is that it?" Shigaraki questions and trails off. You never thought that was an option. Always telling you to obey or lose body parts. But he looks open to it, so you pounce.

"I'll stay. I won't try anything if you," you hesitate. What do you really want? He gets you anything you want. But you don't really want things. You smile when it comes to you, "I'll stay if you be kind." He looks taken aback. Scrunch his face into his usual scowl.

"I am kind to you," he rasps. You cross your arms and give him an evil look.

"You get me things, but what I really need is you to be patient with me. Teach me things, so I'm not completely in the dark about my new home. I have already made this deal with you several times, yet here we are. I had to learn how to use the bathroom. That thing was confusing and terrifying. And I like rough sex, don't get me wrong, I like it a lot but not every damn time. I like it slow, sweet, and gentle too. I like….I like…I like the idea of being with my best friend. So be kind. I won't ever forgive you, but I can try to live in the moment," You say. He grimaces and narrows his eyes.

"We will see. I don't trust you anywhere near the magic academy," he snarls, leaving with the red bow fluttering with his wings as he leaves.

"For fuck sac…You know, as a human, I need sunlight!" You shout after him, pissed off. You take a few deep breaths and get up to see off your cute kid, who is nervously pulling on her antennae. Squishing Mr. Chew.

"I love her, but I am losing consciousness!" He squeaks in one long gasp.

"Chouka sweety, you are making Mr. chews eyes bulge. Loosen your grip a little," you tell her.

"Oh gosh. I'm sorry, Mr. Chew. So sorry," She keens.

"Don't apologize to them. They exploit the weakness," Shigaraki hisses. You both give him a dirty look which he ignores.

"You are coming to drop me off, right, mommy?" She asked. You look at Shigaraki, and he lifts his lip at you, flashing his fangs.

"No, baby. Mommy has to stay home and get dinner and a surprise ready," you grin. She droops.

"Daddy, I have a bad feeling. Let's stay home or take mommy with us," she whines. He grunts, and you both know that is the end of that argument.

"Have a good day at school, ok, baby." You give her a kiss on her head, and she smiles lightly up at you. Yeah. She might just make all this shit be worth it.

"Love you, mommy! Bye!" she says as Shigaraki recites some incantation, and they both disappear. Damn, you feel kind of lonely. You go over and pull the liquor out, drinking spiked coffee and washing dirty dishes. You hate this. A bunch of magic, and you still have to wash dishes.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing," a husky voice says behind you. What the fuck, you wonder. 

Shigaraki watched as the children of his allies grouped together. Haco, the little shit, was aggressively possessive when other males tried to talk to Chouka. She seemed annoyed and lectured Haco. Haco rolled his eyes when his daughter wasn't looking. This pleased him.

"What are you smiling about?" Dabi snorted.

"About how my daughter won't have a "train" run on her or participate in blow job parties because your boy Haco is toxic," he replied.

"Shit. Takes one to know one, I guess. She is kind of cute," Dabi says. Shigaraki hisses at him.

"You're not worried Dabi is going to do something untoward to your little girl, like grooming her, are you?" Mr. Compress asks. Joining the conversation. He wasn't, but he is now.

"I'm not worried about shit because I'm Shigaraki," he snorts.

"Fair enough. I have been working with Dabi and Spinner, and we have a way to gather a massive number of females in one spot," Compress says behind his mask.

"Really?" He says as several kids pointed at him and laughed. Fuck he hated kids that weren't his. Dabi hands him a parchment, and he almost laughs out loud, "This is your brilliant idea, or Spinners?"

"We got the idea after I talked to your mate. How is she? Clever little thing," Compress says with an inflection of lust at the end. A king listens to the griping of his allies and subjects. He will never tell them aloud how stupid he thinks this is, but he nods, listening, "The women of their world are forced to work and scrape by. This will tempt them voluntarily to one location. If we can get your mate or daughter to teach us how to use their technology, we can reach more women. I have worked hard on getting these to cross over the worlds." Compress holds up a cell phone.

"I will talk to my mate about it," Shigaraki says absently. He won't. He will be spending his time knotting you and being kind. But he is always compliant when it comes to the original league members. Ignoring Compress's question about her and the compliment. It rubs him the wrong way. She is clever, though. She is the one that suggested letting deliveries come by the magic port so he can get more and more often. He likes it.

"Excuse me, I have to stop that," Mr. Compress says as a group of boys surrounds his daughter, she looks nervous and overwhelmed by the questions they are bombarding her with. Shigaraki folds the parchment and places it in his back pocket. He's watching several young Mothmen talk to his daughter.

Haco tried to set him on fire, but magic doesn't work like that here. He will likely be punished for that. He spreads his wings in a clear threat. All paid their respects, but many of the males still insisted on talking to Chouka, who turned around and gave him a dirty look. A teacher rings a bell, and Haco takes her hand, leading her to the classes. Chouka looks back at him with a large smile as she twitches goodbye to him with her wings. He replies with a flutter that says he loves her. He wants to leave, but Dabi and Mr. Compress are in his face again.

"Don't worry about Chouka. Haco won't let anyone touch her. Was that a crag rat?" Dabi asked. Shigaraki sighs.

"Are you Hawks?" You question, eyeing the shirtless man in front of you. He freezes when you ask this. Lifting his dark leather goggles up to his forehead so his yellow eyes can look you over. You do the same. Had the heroes finally sent someone here to rescue you! He is not in his hero costume. He is in leather fur britches and leather gloves. His red wings fluff in excitement. Something about it made you uneasy. 

"So, you have heard of me. That's sweet. The intel was correct. Shigaraki has a cute female of his own. A very cute female. Too cute for him, that is for sure," he says, stepping forward. It's your turn to freeze, a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize that this is not the Hawks from your world. Your mind reels that this world has a Hawks. Do they have others? It doesn't matter because this Hawks is smiling at you, but he does not look kindly at all. He looks like a predator that has seen prey. You start to back away from him, and he stops, raising his hands in surrender.

"Yeah, now, don't try to run. Don't make this harder. I only have so much time before Shigaraki comes back. So, be a good little girl and come here," he grins wider. Almost excited when he sees you are not going to listen to him. Is this like opposite world? Like in the comic books, you wonder. Evil Hawks. It doesn't matter because Chouka needs you. You scream and toss your coffee at him. Running to the magical door at the end of the hall.

There is literally no place to hide in the small den. Shigaraki has made it that way. But maybe the magic will rebel against him. You feel the familiar resistance. You dare to look over and see red feathers slowly begin to surround you. Looking back, you see Hawks is standing at the end of the hall. Beaming and waiting. But there is one thing you know about this door he doesn't. It likes to throw you into the couch. You turn, running to him. Raising your arms to brace yourself for impact like when you played baseball. You are suddenly slingshot into him at full tilt.

He doesn't look concerned at all with that smug smile. He is so quick. You know he is the quickest hero with his own agency. You did not know how quick. He sides steps you, holding out his arm, clotheslining you square on your chest. The air is knocked out of you as your vision blurs. Struggling to breathe, you fall back. You are expecting to hit the ground, but no, you land in the arms and on the red wing of a terrifying birdman. You writhe as you start to blackout, lungs burning.

"There we go, little baby birdie. Give in to Hawks. I'm going to take care of you from now on," he genuinely smiles. Pulling a sack and rope from the back of his pants, he starts by tying your feet.

"Chouka," you whimper before you go to sleep.

"Enough! How will you transport them at once? You still have not resolved that issue. Until you do, I will not entertain this plan," Shigaraki snarls. It is a stupid plan that leaves so much to chance. He walks over to the transport symbol to go home; he wants to drink and fuck, and these two are trying to convince him to do something that will get him killed. They have been at it for hours. He is losing his patience. At this rate, he won't have much time before he has to come back for Chouka, and he wants to prove he is kind. That makes him stop. It has been some time; he might be out of practice.

"If we had Kurogiri, this issue could be resolved," Compress mumbles.

"He is dead. So, we don't have him," he roars. The mention of his old minder has raised his ire. He misses the man. He will never say that out loud, but they should know better than to mention him. If he was here, he could help guide him with Chouka and his stubborn, bratty mate. He leaves in a huff.

When he is back at his cave, he stops. Immediately crouching in a fighting stance. There is the scent of another male. No smell of his female making dinner. The bitter scent of roasted coffee and liquor is heavy in the air.

"Lights off," he chitters. It goes dark, and he searches for his mate. Maybe she is asleep from drinking too heavily. Maybe the scent is from a package that was delivered. He hunts. Finding the cave empty, he quickly becomes enraged. It ramps to another level when he doesn't see her on the ledge either. How? How did the stupid woman escape?

The scent of the male is quickly fading, making it harder to track. He can only smell it clearly in the cave. No one would mess with a port. Those things are very simple, but when anyone attempts to alter them, they get turned inside out. You need magic like his to be willing to even try. No, he can tell it wasn't by that. The damn thing is demanding he goes back to the school.

He is torn. He wants to find the dumb cunt who has dared to leave him and Chouka or secure Chouka. He is torn for a moment. He will secure Chouka first. She is his heart, so she is more important. Arriving at the school, he is already in a bad mood.

"Oh, good, you were swift, my Lord. We need to speak to you and Lord Dabi right away about Chouka and Haco. There has an incident," the nervous little man mumbles. The man should be afraid. He is a dangerous. He is a king, and he is furious.

"Shut up and take me to her," he snarls. The man jumps and leads the way to the Deans' office. There is a wizard watching the three children. Haco, with a black eye, arms crossed and looking his grim self, sits between Chouka, who is sniffling, and another larger, slightly older boy holding his bleeding hand. He is covered in blood, and all he can think is good for Haco. The boy is human and trying to look away from him in a touch of fear. Only a touch makes Shigaraki suspicious of the boy.

He seizes his daughter and hugs her tight to his body. His heart swells in relief when he scents that she is just distraught and not hurt. She sobs in his ruff so hard he is having a hard time understanding. They took Mr. Chew. Is what he can gather.

He sets her down and goes into the office to see the Dean. Haco touches her hand, and she throws herself into his side. Haco holds her shoulder as if nothing is happening.

On the old woman's desk sits Mr. Chew eating a cookie. Dabi is in one chair as the elderly woman tries to bow, and he waves this off. He will not have the woman die before she can explain what the hell is going on.

"About time twat snout," Mr. Chew squeaks at him. Of course, no one understands him.

"Thank you, my Lord. I apologize for our shortcomings. From what we know, this is what happened. Chouka needed to use the bathroom. She took her rat with her. Haco saw her pass his class. A boy was waiting outside for her. He was talking to her when Haco intervened. The boy hit Haco and grabbed Chouka to pull her to a second location. The rat savagely bit the boy. The boy flung the rat away. Lord Dabi, this pertains to Chouka exclusively. I ask to speak with my Lord alone respectfully," She says, turning to Dabi.

"Dabi, I need to speak to you. Wait for me." Dabi looks annoyed but nods at Shigaraki before he waits out in the hall with the kids. He wants this old bitch to hurry. He is anxious enough as it is.

"When the boy threw the rat, your daughter became very angry. She broke our safeguards and cursed the boy. What she did was far beyond what we were ever expecting. Her magic is beyond simple bad omen. She wanted something bad to happen to the boy, and he burst with an overflow of blood. It was terrifying but not harmful. The point is she willed that to happen and made it so. To do that with a bad omen, you have to alter time and space. Breaking past our safeguards alone is amazing. She is transcendent," the Dean says with excitement, "Needless to say, we can't have her here until we set up stronger safeguards. Then there is the matter of the rat."

"The rat," he hisses, "You wish to talk to me of the rat? Why when I want to know what this boy wanted to do to my daughter. What was he doing running around touching my child? What are you going to do to make that right?" She shifts uncomfortably at his words.

"The boy is an orphan from the wars. He wanted to procure a wife for himself and his brothers. It has happened several times and we have caught them each time. He would not have gone far. Those safeguards are firmly in place, and we don't want to hurt children, much less over a mistake. A very common mistake given the times. The crag rat, on the other hand, is something we do not have safeguards against."

"Good," he interrupts, "I believe that boy would not have been able to take my daughter. But groping, raping, marking her as a mate. Those things could happen in these walls. That rat was there for her when you were not. I read the bylaws. She can have a rat as a familiar. That is her familiar. I know they are more than smart enough. Get over it because he will always be with her."

"Yeah, tell the crusty twat," Mr. Chew says. He stops when the woman looks at him as if she can understand him. The old woman purses her lips and looks at the rat in disdain.

"Oh, I know they can be very intelligent," she mumbles before looking back at Shigaraki, bowing her head, "Yes, my lord. We will have the new safeguards up within the week. I will see to it her homework is sent over," she says. Shigaraki stands to leave, walking briskly to the door. He holds it open. When that stupid rat didn't move, he growled at it.

"Well? Are you coming or not? Foul, disgusting creature," he hisses as Mr. chew jumps down and lands on the floor with a loud plop. Before running to Chouka. She sees him and squeals, scooping him up and hugging him until he can't breathe in.

"Chouka, what did your mother say this morning?" He scolds. She loosens her grip and trills to Haco and Mr. Chew as the rat gulps for air. Shigaraki gestures for Dabi to the side, "My mate has disappeared. All this cannot be coincident. I want to torture this little shit until he tells me who hired him. Then I'm going to hunt them down, rip them and their families apart. She had to have help to escape." Dabi looks at him and nods slowly.

"Bit paranoid. He is just a child," Dabi says. Shigaraki gets more agitated and starts scratching. Dabi nods again and offers his help, "But I don't disagree. Your hands are going to be full explaining to Chouka that her mother isn't there. How about I interrogate the kid. They respond better to a gentle touch." Shigaraki hisses at him.

"What do you want for this favor?" Shigaraki snarks at him.

"Take Haco home with you and watch him for me. Then we'll hunt down your woman together like old times," Dabi says. Shigaraki begruntle agrees. Ushering the kids with him as Dabi hangs back with the kid covered in blood. Handing him a handkerchief and guided him to the bathrooms. When Dabi is sure Shigaraki has disappeared, he tosses a pouch of money at the boy's feet.

"Good job," he says. The boy snatches up the pouch.

"You didn't say she had a couple of bodyguards. Didn't tell me it was the Lord's daughter," the boy snaps. Dabi smiles and spreads his hands in an 'oh well' gesture. Reaching into his robes, he draws out another pouch.

"Bonus for your troubles. I'm sure spurting blood was scary. Be sure to disappear, though. Shigaraki might get a hair up his ass, so leave town quick," Dabi instructed. Leaning against the wall, tossing the other pouch at him. The boy catches it and nods, "I have a question. What were you going to do to the little girl if you managed to hide her for a little while?"

The boy plays with the purses, not looking at him.

"She's cute, isn't she? I understand you just wanted a little taste of what you may never have being a poor little orphan boy," Dabi says, so understanding. The boy nods a little. He pushes off the wall and looms over the boy, "Forget about her. You never saw her. She's not for you. That boy you hit may seem soft, but if he catches you in the street, he won't hesitate to set you and your brothers on fire. Get me?"

The boy nods, quickly dodging around Dabi, running for his life. Dabi grins to himself. Haco better not say he never did anything for him.

You wake with a jerk in utter darkness, unable to move. You originally thought it was because of your sleep paralysis, but it's because you are tied. Your head feels fuzzy, and you feel pressure over your eyes. Blindfolded too. Someone is on top of you, pressing down and dry humping. You struggle weakly. 

"I wouldn't do that," a breathy pant says next to your ear, "I was too young to get a woman after the war, your struggles feel very good, and you are such a pretty prize." You struggle harder, but it's useless. Your arms are tied to your sides, tressed like a turkey.

"When Shigaraki finds out, he will kill you for this!" you scream in terror.

"Oh, you are even cuter when you threaten me. Spilling my seed in you would be a horrible offense while I'm on the job. But I do wonder how much he values you. Hm," he says, roughly grabbing your tit and squeezing. His hot breath fans over your neck as he licks up to your ear biting your earlobe. You squirm some more, and you feel it, his hard cock rutting over your hip, hard and hot. He laughs as you squeal in shock, "Let's be real. He's the king and can easily replace you with someone less troublesome. I saw the little love bite on your hand. I mean, he cares for you. A little at least."

"Get off me, or you're a dead man," you whimper. You feel something sharp at the back of your heel. You stiffen with a sharp intake of breath.  

"Oh, I'm scared," he laughed, ripping off the blindfold. You whip your head down to see him with a feather at the back of your heel. His pants are open. He had the decorum to hide his hard cock off to the side. But you can still see the outline of it, though, and when you look up at his face, he's not fake smiling. He's cold. Oh god! Your mind screams, "Because if it was me, I would hobble you. I would cut right here on both ankles if I had to, to keep that tender ass right where I want it to be. Do we understand each other little baby birdie?"

You nod fiercely. You never thought there would be a moment in your life you missed Shigaraki.

"I won't run. I will be a good baby birdie and do whatever you want. I promise. Please, don't hurt me!" You wail. He looks at you, swiveling his head to the side like a bird to eye you.

"Mmmm, so pretty and polite. Ok, I believe you," he says, dropping his feather to let it join the others. He bends down to crawl over you, licking upwards to your core, where he nuzzles your barely clothed sex. You squeal, trying to wiggle your pussy from him in terror, "I hope he doesn't like you that much. Then that means I get to keep you for myself. Is this what all women feel and smell like? Damn, so soft and sweet smelling."

"It's not professional to spill your seed in me, remember?" You remind him on the verge of tears. This is not the Hawks of your world that you remember. The Hawks in your world was a batman, a rich playboy that fought crime. This one is scary. His one with his cold yellow eyes makes you want to piss your pants. He is scary. He is making you wish you stayed back home with the finger biter. Oh, no. Chouka. You just want to see her again. His nails dig in your thighs.

"There are other things than spilling inside of you, and I have way too much free time on my hands. Answer my question. Are all women this sweet and soft? By the way, what is a Chouka?" he asks. This man is a third-rate huckster who will sell his own mothers' organs for the ends to justify his means. You want to cry, but you think of living long enough to be what she needed as a parent.

"No. There is no one better than me," you say with tears dripping from your pretty eyes, "I'm not that replaceable. I make Shiggy hard for a reason." You say. You raise your hips and push back into his face. He moans. Anything to not bring up Chouka. He is too evil. At least her father has never used her in this way. You don't want this guy to go back and try to take her. His eyes light up, and he forgets about Chouka.

"Such a good smart little chick. Yes, I want to taste. I can have a taste, right? That won't be so bad, will it?" he asks. Untying your thighs and yanking down your pants in a sick eager fever. You don't dare say no, and he knows it, "I'm a virgin, so be gentle." He pleads with sincere eyes that make you sick. He leaves your ankles tied as he wedges himself between your legs.

"Do you want the blindfold back? Or do you want to watch all the things I'm going to do to your tight body?" He invites. Tweaking your nipples under his demanding touch.

"Blindfold!" You answer quickly. A pang of disappointment briefly crosses his features before he grabs the blindfold and puts it back on. You are silently crying as you feel him running his tongue down your middle. You whimper and imagine someone else.

When you do, what is surprising to you is it's Shigaraki's face, you see. His long tongue makes you squirm and jerk. His crimson eyes watching your every reaction with rapt attention. He pushed your thighs open to spread your sex wide for him.

"You are so wet. You smell so good," Hawks states, and you put Shigaraki's deep gravelly voice over his. A tensive lick. A gasp. Then a ravenous mouth brought your pussy to his mouth. His tongue is lapping at your clit, triggering you to squirm with intense pleasure. This soft long white hair brushes up against your thigh. Then sucking your clit. Fingers invading your hole, spreading to gap your core, his tongue plunging in.

You can feel his hips buck wildly as he yanks on his length. Pushing his face and tongue deeper into you. He hungrily twists his tongue around. Plunging in your hole and covering his face with you, only coming up for a few gasps of air. Shigaraki makes you cry out and arch to him when he wraps an arm around your leg to rub your clit. You miss the tickle of his antennae on your pelvis, but you try your hardest.

His tongue darted in and out in feverish eagerness. His rough, calloused fingers swirled over your clit. Tongue twists like a tentacle in your core. Pleasure is quickly building as he eats and licks you like a starved man. He's moaning now as his wings flap; your inner walls are tightening, and your flavor is becoming sweeter. The wings sounded different but the fact there was flapping at all helped. Your back arching to him, your face twisted in pain as you explode in ecstasy on Shigaraki's tongue. You scream as you cum on his tongue. He can feel your spasm, your sweet nub, and entrance pulsating as you drench his tongue in your honey.

He pulls away with bird chirps as his cock shoots streams of hot cum that splashes on the ground. When he is done, his aching cock finally gets some relief. He will be nicer now. He lathes his tongue over your quivering sex, cleaning you. Pulling away again, he removes your blindfold shattering your beautiful delusion. You try not to look disappointed. He is staring at you, panting, wiping his face, and licking you off his fingers. 

"So sweet. I could live off you. I really hope he doesn't want you back," he groans. You snap your knees shut and curl up on yourself. He was bothered you didn't want more. You didn't want him, and he saw it.

"He might not want me," you say. The rest of that sentence you left in your mind, unspoken. If he didn't want you, it shouldn't matter. What mattered was if that was true, you won't see Chouka again. That made you shudder in silent tears. Hawks plotted.

He pulled you to him and tucked you under his wing. His fingers played with your silken hair. He whispered praises and compliments, followed by endless questions. What do you like to eat? Do you like these clothes? What is your favorite color? What was the other world like? The last one made you stiffen in his arms.

"I'm too tired. That was so good it was exhausting," you force a smile at him. You wonder how he knows about your world. He nuzzled his nose in your hair and slept. You sigh. You are too used to being awake at night that you lay there and silently sob. You should have put more effort into Shigaraki. Maybe you could have taught him how to be kind over time, and at least you would still be with Chouka.

Shigaraki held the simple ransom letter the crag rat had found. When Dabi finally showed up, he handed it to him.

"We want three hundred women," Dabi read aloud. Shigaraki knitted his fingers together.

"Call the league. We will expand on your plans and make them work," he rasped.

Dabi turned to do as asked. Smiling. 

Chapter 7      

[sunfish-studies]

Celebration

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

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Last day of training calls for celebration for everyone’s hard work, so it’s barbeque time!

“All right, meat!”

“I’m starving!”

While the boys freshened up after practice matches, the managers were already on the move to prepare for the barbeque. Since there were quite a lot of people, the coaches decided to held it on the backyard of the gym, where the sharp hill stood just beside it. The coaches helped setting up the grills while the managers divided to cater different things.

Yachi decided she would get the utensils they needed; paper plates, chopsticks, paper cups, trays for rice balls, and other things. Shimizu would cover for the rice ball making, Yukie and Eri were in charge on cutting the vegetables in bite-size, Kaori and Mako would clean the vegetables before it was cut.

Meanwhile, you’re in charge of preparing the condiments and sauces, unwrapping the meat cuts, and arranged them on a bigger plate. Aside from that you had to make sure the meats searing on the grills weren’t charred.

“[Name]-chan, please replace me for cutting the onions,” Eri sobbed, reaching out to you with grabby hands.

“Alright, senpai,” you giggled in reply because Eri was clearly needing a break and watching the meats seared was a great break for her. Quickly, you stood on her place and started slicing the tear-induced-menaces after washing your hands.

It didn’t take long for you to suffer the same fate as the Ubugawa’s manager–the first seven slices went through without a hitch, but when you reached the tenth your eyes started to sting and blurry from the pain. Then tears began trailing down your cheeks, and you wiped it you’re your shirt sleeve.

“D-Don’t cry, [Name]-san!!” you looked up, seeing Hinata with his place face quivering on his feet. “W-what should I do!?”

“It’s fine, Shoyo-kun, it’s just the onions,” you sniffled pointed towards the bowl full of it. “It hurts my eyes.”

“I can take your place, Otohaku-chan!” Lev popped up beside Hinata.

“Instead of cutting the onions, you’ll chop your fingers off,” Yaku deadpanned before offering. “Here, let me do it.”

“No, it’s alright, Yaku-san,” you shook your head. “It’s time for you to have a break, not working.”

Being persistent sometimes has it’s perks, it took numbers of rejection to finally have Yaku gave up. You knew he was just trying to help, but you didn’t want to rob his time relaxing. When all the preparations were done, the boys were already surrounding the grills with hungry faces. Coach Nekomata gave them a light speech along with praises for their hard work over the week, and they dived to grab on the meat straight from the grill.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD!”

Just like Kaori, you brought a plate of rice balls to offer and managed to witnessed Yukie’s enormous appetite. She practically inhaled four rice balls in one go and you’re not the only who was dumbfounded from it.

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Konoha and Komi almost had their souls went to heaven from the frightening circle Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Taketora made. Well, they did elbow each other to encourage one another getting close or at least having a talk with Shimizu. The girl walked pass them holding a paper plate with food–looking extremely gorgeous and she didn’t even try.

“That was scary,” Konoha muttered underneath his breath. The three finally stopped because of Karasuno and Nekoma’s captain scolded them–the three immediately shrunk.

“They really had their guard up, huh,” Komi added, feeling his energy drained from such a scary encounter.

“Uhm, excuse me,” the two turned to look over their shoulder and that’s when they noticed–Karasuno’s other first year manager who’s Bokuto constantly talking about. The owl captain wouldn’t shut up about her much to their annoyance and now they knew why.

“Would you like some rice ball?”

“Sure,” Konoha replied dumbly.

“I’ll take two,” Komi followed with a daze. You placed one on Konoha’s empty paper plate and two for Komi upon his request. Smiling at them, you proceeded to excuse yourself so you could offer to someone else.

Following your figure dazedly, they noticed how the light shone even brighter and basked you in a beautiful glow. That’s when they thought of a conclusion.

A goddess just graces us mere mortals! They screamed in their head.

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You tried to calm Yachi down from her traumatizing experience being surrounded by absurdly tall boys (“Titans, [Name]-chan! Titans!”). Thankfully, all of them were nice enough to made room so your friend could reach for some meat. Yachi almost cried in happiness from the real taste of meat.

From the sidelines, Shimizu and the other managers were watching the two of you while talking about the boys sometimes.

“How much are you going to eat?” Kaori questioned because Yukie was having a ridiculous amount of food towering on her plate and she just kept munching away without care.

“The third-years in Karasuno all seems pretty mature,” Mako commented.

“Our ace is weak-willed, though,” Shimizu smiled sheepishly.

“What? Really?” Eri replied in surprise. “Even though he looks that scary?”

“Though, I think that’s still better than our simpleton ace,” Kaori commented. “Still,”

Their eyes were directed towards where the said simpleton ace was standing and placing meat until it towered on your empty plate.

“Eat more, [Name]-chan! Or you won’t get even taller!” he stated.

“And eat more vegetables!” Kuroo added, placing cabbages and carrots to your plate, adding even more food.

“Have some rice balls, too.” Somehow, even Akaashi participated in this whole fiasco and put a rice ball onto your plate. Now, there’s a ridiculous amount of food on your plate.

“…I can’t eat this much,” you commented, staring at the food filling your plate.

“Nonsense, I don’t see you eat anything even when the others are,” Akaashi stated. “You’re too busy handling other things nonstop.”

“Have a break will you,” Kuroo patted your back. “Everyone’s having fun and you should too.”

“Have more meat, [Name]-san!” Hinata said.

“You can have my share, Otohaku-chan!” Lev followed and you immediately shook your head.

“At least he and Akaashi took care of our baby manager well,” Kaori sighed in relief.

“[Name]-chan is close with Fukurodani’s captain and setter, huh? Even Nekoma’s captain,” Mako giggled. “She’s drawing everyone in.”

“Well, it’s rare for a first-year to be as tall as her,” Eri grinned. “The boys are especially poles so it’s probably great not to strain their neck once in a while from looking down.”

“Karasuno’s pretty lucky to have her, huh?” Yukie said after swallowing her food.

“Yeah, we are,” Shimizu smiled.

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“Did you have fun?” Sawamura asked you when you’re helping other managers to clean up the remaining plates left behind on the table along with other scraps littering around. He picked up a few paper cups and placed it into the trash bin.

“Definitely,” you answered without hesitation. “Everyone’s so nice, it’s probably the most fun I’ve had.”

“Thank goodness, then,” he gave you a smile.

“I’m really glad I joined the volleyball club,” you commented, grinning.

“And we glad to have you here,” the captain chuckled and replied.

Everything was over by the time the sun started to sink into the horizon–time truly flew by when you enjoyed it. Since Miyagi was quite a distance from Saitama, they needed to depart first or they would be back extremely late at night. Yukie and Eri were fake-crying and joking about refusing to let you go–in the end, you’re all exchanging numbers so you could keep in touch.

“Did you have fun, Otohaku-san?”

“Coincidentally, you asked the same question as my captain, Akaashi-san.” The Fukurodani setter, like before, helping you on carrying the extra luggage in hand although you did tell him it’s only until you reached the stairs. “And to answer, I am. These one week of training camp is fun. Somehow, I don’t want this to be over.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll meet again,” Akaashi replied. “At the Spring Interhigh.”

“I’m sure we will, Akaashi-san.” you smiled. “And thank you for helping me with luggage.”

“[Name]-chan!!” Bokuto bounded over with a grin plastered on his face. “We’ll be waiting at the nationals!”

“Karasuno, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san doesn’t play volleyball.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“Just agree with me once, Akaashi!”

“Well, whatever he said,” Kuroo piped up, approaching the three of you. “Made sure your team go to the nationals so we could meet again and make the battle came true.”

“I’ll do my best, Kuroo-san.” Then Kuroo reached out to ruffle your hair, it’s been a while since he did that and you weren’t even going to lie about enjoying it. The cat captain was similar to an older brother now.

“Off you go then, [Name],” he removed his hand from your head. “And don’t miss me.”

“How could I when I have your phone number, Kuroo-san?” you snickered. “You’re probably going to bombard me with chemistry puns at 10pm.”

“Then, I’m gonna call you every day so you won’t have to deal with Kuroo!” Bokuto declared before laughing victoriously.

“Please block his number immediately, Otohaku-san,” Akaashi stated. “Or you won’t be getting any sleep. His talking is endless.”

“Why, Akaashi!?” the said boy whined.

“Aside from that, be careful on your way home,” Akaashi decided to ignore the captain and gave you a small smile.

You returned his smile. “Will do, Akaashi-san.”

With that, the whole week of summer training camps has come to an end. The whole team watched you guys drove away into the other way back to Miyagi.

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“You have a match tomorrow, don’t you?” former Coach Ukai questioned, brows creased from the insistence of your combi. “That’s probably enough, then!”

“One more! Just one more!” Hinata pleaded.

“We’ll finish after this one!” Kageyama added.

Two days of practicing to prepare for the preliminaries, just a day before the match Sawamura dismissed them early to get some rest. Since it would be impossible to use the gym unless getting an earful from him, Kageyama and Hinata needed to look for another place. Former Coach Ukai lent them the court only for a bit, just until the others who wants to practice comes.

And you were there to hold a leash if they’re being stubborn or something.

“This is the last, alright?” you scolded the two. “We shouldn’t bother the others who wants to practice here. And you should rest before the match.”

Thankfully the older man letting them had the court just one more time and you couldn’t help but feeling grateful of it. You sighed before turning to face former Coach Ukai and bowed down. “On their behalf, I apologize.”

“It’s fine.” Former Coach Ukai dismissed it. “Their eagerness is a great thing, but even eagerness isn’t going to magically give them energy. It would be bad if they burnt out even before the game started.”

“[Name]-san! Can you throw us the ball?” Hinata called out.

In the end, the two managed to successfully killed the quick–and sure enough, it also impressed former Coach Ukai which added more reassurance that your team would be more than okay to face the entire preliminaries and became champions.

[mellowyandere]

You’re Ours to Protect

Had a weird dream last night. Thought you might enjoy it. 

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

Summary: Your time as an anti-hero might finally be coming to an end. With three pros on your tail it’s a miracle this didn't happen sooner. (Reader has a quirk but it’s not very important to the smut.)

Length: 4.5 K (I have come to the conclusion that I am incapable of writing below 4 K)

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, slight bondage/restraints, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal fingering, anal sex, M/M/F, mostly clothed male, naked reader, slight cum swallowing, Eraserhead and Present Mic are in an established relationship in this fic. 

Hands were on your body, hands that shouldn’t be there. Your mind was stuck in a fog, your limbs so heavy you could barely move them. What was going on? You strained to remember, thinking long and hard about what might have led you here as calloused fingers blazed trails along your exposed thighs. You managed to wiggle your limbs a bit, shaking off the haze that muddled your brain.

You groaned, trying to open your eyes so you can get a better understanding of your surroundings. Your hands were restrained behind your back but it seemed your legs were free. You'd murder who ever had their fucking hands on you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you couldn't help but groan again as the figure in front of you came into view. You tried and failed to subtly use your quirk, this didn’t look good.

“Eraserhead. Didn’t realize you were still wasting your time looking for me. Not my fault I beat you to that criminal. Hero’s leaving trash like him alive is such a stupid concept. He was a murderer you know.” 

You looked around to the best of your ability as you spoke, you were sitting on a plush dark green couch in what appeared to be a relatively empty basement. You had been stripped of your gear, leaving you in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt. Two men were flanking you on the couch. The one to your left you didn't recognize. He was ridiculously tall, as well as skinny. Blond hair a mess as two long bangs hid his eyes from view. To your right was a pro you did recognize. His emerald green eyes sparkled in delight behind his civilian glasses as he grinned down at you. So it was their hands on your body currently. They’d die first then. 

“So, what does that make you?” the dark haired pro murmured, leaning forwards and somewhat regaining your attention. 

You ignored his question, opting to look about some more. There wasn't a one-way mirror or any recording device in sight. Were they interrogating you off the books? This whole situation seemed off, these were heroes right? They’d convict you and leave you to rot in a dingy jail cell somewhere.. but this didn't look like a normal interrogation room. 

“I know this is my first time getting caught and all but this doesn’t really seem up to protocol. Gonna haul me away after having fun or something?” You shifted your gaze to the obsidian eyes in front of you, leaning forwards to mimic his posture. 

Present Mic barked out a laugh, hand squeezing harder on you thigh much to your annoyance. “Sorry babe but prison won’t be your final destination! I mean after all y’aint evil, just a lil misguided is all, nothin’ three pros can’t fix.” He ended his sentence with a pinch to your leg. 

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’ll kill you!” You snarled, turning and getting up in Present Mic’s face. The tall blond to your left pulled his hands back, scooting away as Present Mic continued to leer down at you. 

“HAH little girls got some bite, but we already knew that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to use that quirk. I’m hurt now! You really would try to kill me huh?” he mocked with a fake pout, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ve already realized by now you can’t use your quirk. It wasn’t easy making a device to cancel it out, but thanks to our newest colleague here the hardest part was collecting your DNA and picking what color collar we wanted.” Eraserhead leaned forward, fingers tugging on the collar you only now just realized was around your neck.

You tried to bite him, but he pulled back. If only you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face with a heart attack. Your quirk was the ability to clot blood after all. A handy trick if you found yourself injured, but even more so for killing once you learned how to properly control it. No one really batted an eye at an ischemic stroke due to the clotting of an artery to the brain. Well.. almost nobody.. 

“You have a very impressive ability,” the tall blond stated, “in all honesty we probably wouldn’t have caught on if we hadn’t watched you kill. You’ve induced countless of natural looking deaths, but upon closer inspection you target people whose crimes would have landed them in jail. Noble, but very misguided. You’re pretty reckless though, what if you had gotten hurt?” 

“So fucking what if I did.” You kept your eyes glued to Present Mic as you responded, trusting him a lot less than the man behind you. His eyes narrowed dangerously at your snarky rebuttal.

“Language young lady, and that’s no way to talk! What would compel you to risk your life, why don’t you trust your hero’s more?” 

You clenched your teeth in frustration but didn’t respond. You were done cooperating, not like you were doing much to begin with though.

The scrapping of a metal chair on concrete drew your gaze as Eraserhead stood up. 

“Back up Zashi, I’ll take over from here. Toshinori you’re fine where you are.” 

You couldn’t help but struggle a bit at his words. “What do you mean, what the hell are you going to do!? You insane or something? Just turn me in to the police!”

“You really don't pay attention do you. Hizashi already said you’re not going to the police. I don’t know what skeletons you have in your closet, or why you started killing people, but that will come out in due time. For now you don’t have to kill anymore. The three of us will take care of you, without the law sentencing you to life. We’ve been hunting you down for so long. We’ve been very patient, but right now you need us to help show you what you’ve been missing. Running around all by yourself, you must have been so lonely.” Eraserhead finished up his little spiel as he stalked forwards, looming over your sitting frame. 

“Don’t fucking TOUC-gah!” You had been so focused on Eraserhead’s approach you hadn’t noticed Present Mic coming at you with a gag until it was too late. 

“Yagi already asked you to watch that dirty mouth of yours, don’t worry though babe once you simmer down a bit we’ll take it out.”

“Ple-please Hizashi call me Toshinori we’ve been over this.”

You gave Eraserhead your best glare as he stopped in front of you. He smiled softly at your defiance before wedging his knee in between your legs and slamming his hands onto the couch, caging you in. Wait by show you what you were missing.. these hero's were going to..?

You tried to talk reason, but all that came out were muffled pleas. None of it coherent. 

“We’ve been watching over you for 5 months now kitten. Trying to find the best way to approach you but in the end taking you somewhere safe seemed to be the only logical solution. While getting this house ready for your arrival we all started to feel as if you belonged here all along. I know it’s not fair, we’ve had so much longer to get to know you, but you’ll know us just as well soon enough.”

It was official. These pros had lost their damn minds. They actually figured out how to justify what they were about to do to you. Your promise to only kill criminals was really coming back to bite you on the ass. 

You brought your legs up and tried to kick him off, but were quickly thwarted by two pairs of hands grabbing them and pinning you down. 

“Now now sweetheart none of that, Shouta here is just going to show you our conviction. No one will ever hurt you again now that we are here. Now that I am here” The last part was mumbled more to himself than the group. 

Something must have happened to these men to cause their hero complex to grow into something so twisted. But that was no fucking excuse for their actions. They needed therapy, not someone to play damsel in distress with.

Shouta lowered himself between your legs until he was kneeling on the floor in front of you. You tried to plead with your eyes, beg him to stop, but he met your gaze with something bordering love. That wasn’t good. Breaking eye contact he looked down at your underwear, bringing a hand up you held your breath as he gently brushed against your core. 

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve dreamed of this moment. You truly are something special, and yet you treat your life with such little regard it’s maddening.” He trailed his knuckles against the thin fabric as he spoke, your traitorous body sparking heat in your lower abdomen in anticipation. 

Pulling your underwear to the side he slowly began to slide his fingers up and down your progressively wetting folds. 

“Well now, someone secretly enjoyin’ themselves baby,” Hizashi all but purred, his hand squeezing your flesh while his gaze was transfixed on where his partner was violating you. You couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whine. It was absolutely humiliating being spread out before these three men. 

The noises your wet cunt were making were no help to your embarrassment, and they only got worse once the dark haired pro rid you of your last line of defense and began to insert two of his fingers. 

“H-how does she feel?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. His face was flushed red, along with the tips of his ears as his vibrant blue eyes watched Shouta’s fingers slowly sink inside you. 

“Tight, shit she’s tight. She’s perfect, so fucking wet for her hero's. I’ll work you open kitten don’t worry.” You couldn’t help but clamp down on his fingers at his words, earning a deep chuckle in response. 

“See now, such a good girl aren’t you. Prison is no place for you kitten, though if you want we can always role-play your wardens.”

Role-play my ass we’re already living it, was all you could think bitterly. 

As if he read your mind Shouta couldn’t help but continue to antagonize you, thumb beginning to make light circles against your clit as he pumped his fingers, adding a third and quickly burying them knuckle deep. Soft whimpers slipped from your mouth as you tried in vain to wiggle away from Eraserhead’s deft fingers. 

Hizashi was getting impatient, removing one of his hands to grasp your breast through the t-shirt you had on. His slim fingers began to pinch and rub your nipple, though his eyes never left your cunt. 

Toshinori was struggling in his own way. Raspy breaths with slight coughs as he grew more and more aroused. He too removed a hand from your leg, but instead made quick work of the zipper on his pants. Taking his semi hard cock in his hand he began gently stroke himself while watching your display. 

You truly were everything they had ever wanted. But you didn’t want this, despite your bodies responses to their ministrations. You could feel it, Shouta seemed to know exactly where to stroke as he worked you up tighter and tighter, velvety walls clamping down at your approaching climax. 

You found each man murmuring their own words of praise, anywhere from “That’s it baby girl, take all of Sho now,” to “Such a perfect princess, do you want to finish?” The man between your legs even adding to the mantra of soft words spoken to you. “So close kitten, see what good girls get. You’re going to cum for me okay?” 

He posed it like a question but you knew it was far from it. It was a statement, a matter of fact statement that you couldn’t deny even if you had tried. Your back arched, moans and mewls intercepted but not completely blocked out by your gag as you rocked against his hand. He gladly continued to finger you, watching as you came down from your high and only then removed his hand. 

You were panting hard, shame quickly washing away the pleasure from your orgasm. Sensing the shift in your demeanor Hizashi was quick to pounce, peppering your face in kisses despite your shifty protests and groans of despair. “None of that now babe, after all we’re just gettin’ this show started!” 

Shouta stood and moved out from between your legs, licking some of your slick off his hand before he wiped the rest on his black pants leg. “You got lube Zashi?” Hizashi paused his attack and shot the dark haired pro a million dollar smile. “You bet our babes cute ass I got it! Lemme find it, hold her Toshi.”

Toshinori floundered a bit, cock in hand as Hizashi shoved you closer to him, before jumping up from the couch. Eyes trailing down to his hand you couldn’t help but freeze in shock. Not only was this man stupid tall, his dick was frighteningly large. The older hero noticed your stare and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at your expression. “Don’t worry princess, Shouta and Hizashi are going to help you today. My sides acting up so I’ll only be watching.” 

As if on cue the man was hit by a coughing fit, and much to your surprise he even coughed up some blood. Eraserhead was still looming over you, leaning over he gently rubbed the older blonds back as he tried to ease him through the pain. You didn’t dare move as all this transpired around you. What good would it have done you anyways? You were effectively quirkiness, and your fighting skills would be severely lacking against the two heroes you knew. You had no idea who this Toshinori guy was, but if he was close to Eraserhead and Present Mic you doubted he was weak. 

You heard Hizashi rummaging behind you through a dresser you hadn’t noticed earlier. Craning your neck, you peered over and cried out in frustration. 

“Tada!” He sung triumphantly, a small bottle of lube in his hand. “Act two can now officially begin!” You could only yell and wiggle about in protest, your arms still tied behind your back. Toshinori’s hand on your thigh moved to gently pat you on the head. 

“Behave now for them okay? If you’re good we can show you the rest of our home after this.” 

You jerked your head out from under his hand and yelled more incoherent nonsense out of frustration. You had expected anger to replace the adoring look in his eyes but you were only met with fond amusement. 

He stood up with a hearty laugh, erection still in hand as he grabbed Shouta’s discarded chair, sitting down facing the couch. Shouta was quick to take Toshinori’s place on the couch while Hizashi took up residence behind you. 

“I have a feelin’ this star ain’t a fan of the spotlight, no need to be camera shy babe.” You watched Shouta roll his eyes at his partner in crime before he began to manhandle you. Hands under your armpits he pulled you up and wrangled you onto your knees facing him on the couch. 

Hizashi slid one knee between your legs so you couldn't close them. Your tied hands couldn’t help but brush up against his clothed hard on, causing him to rut against you a bit in anticipation. 

Without warning he took a solid grip of your t-shirt and ripped it off. You squeaked in surprise, your face heating up as you realized you were the only person fully naked in the room. 

“Was it really necessary to rip my shirt?”

“Sorry about that Toshi! Didn’t want to delay the show with takin’ off her bindings yah dig? You rip them a bunch anyways so what’s another to the pile? But ain’t this just so much better, our baby girl on full display it makes my heart swoon!”

“Just get her ready Hizashi, and no rushing it, you don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aight aight sorry I’ll get to work, you keep her happy.”

Both men moved closer, pressing your body between them. They had propped themselves up on their knees and had you effectively stuck. Shouta gently placed one hand around your neck, giving your collar a tug, while the other trailed down and began to gently work your still wet pussy. 

You stared into his chest, trying your best to space out but jerked back to reality when you heard the pop of a lid behind you. 

“Don’t worry babe I’ll get you ready, I’m somewhat of a pro yah know?” 

That was when you felt his lubed finger gently prodding your other hole. You jolted forwards into Shouta who didn’t even budge in response to your full body weight. Hizashi simply shuffled closer, continuing to push until finally he breached you. You whimpered at the uncomfortable intrusion. 

Shouta's fingers lazily worked your cunt as he rocked his erection against your lower abdomen. Despite the fact that you hated the feeling of his growing arousal you couldn’t help but lean into him to try and get away from Hizashi as he slipped another finger inside. Tears slowly rolled down your face in frustration as the two heroes prepared your body. 

“There we go kitten, you’re doing so well. Just be patient alright and it won’t hurt so bad.” Shouta removed his hand from around your neck and placed it on your head, angling your gaze to the third member of the group you had almost forgotten while pulling you flush to his clothed chest so you couldn’t freely change your field of view. 

Toshinori was leaned back in the metal folding chair, which looked comically small with him sitting on it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he stroked his thick cock. His own pre-cum and spit adding obscene noises to his ministrations. He gave you a lopsided smile as you made eye contact, causing you to quirky avert your gaze. 

By this point Hizashi had worked three fingers knuckle deep into your tight hole, but coupled with Shouta’s work the line between uncomfortable and pleasurable began to mix together. A breathless moan escaped you as the two pros finally got their desired reaction. 

“She’s as good as she’s gonna get Sho, let’s say you and me start the finale I can’t take feelin’ her tight lil hole clamping down on my fingers any longer. Not when I got somethin’ much better for her.”

Your tears flowed a bit faster at your impending fate. This was fucking insane! You might have been a murderer, but you weren't expected to be a good person unlike these men. These heroes who were now violating you.

Since Shouta was in black sweatpants he merely leaned back a bit and pulled them down, cock springing free. He had a solid girth to him, red tip dripping pre down his shaft to his unruly black pubic hair. You heard a zipper behind you as the blond freed himself, though due to being squashed between the two you had no idea what to prepare for. 

Hizashi hummed in contemplation at your tied hands, currently in the way of his objective. “Bonds might have to go Sho, you get her hands?” The sleepy hero merely nodded grasping your wrists as Hizashi swiftly untied them. 

“Ready now primadonna?”

“Ha ha you’re soo funny Sho... but yes, shit, I’m fucking ready.”

You kept quiet this time, head pressed against Shouta’s chest as you listened to his rapidly beating heart. You gave one last pleading look to the lean blond watching intently from the sideline, but all he did was shrug his shoulders with a small smile on his face. 

“You’re going to do great princess don’t worry.” 

You felt the tips of each man at their respective entrance, Shouta's teasing your soaking cunt while Hizashi lightly probed your lubed ass. You closed your eyes and accepted defeat. They gently began to rut their hips, cocks sinking deeper with each thrust. You felt uncomfortably full as they breached you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck I can feel you through her.” The blond quickly grabbed your breasts, tweaking your nipples like he had earlier. 

“Easy does it kitten, we got you,” Shouta groaned out. 

You weren’t a fan of Hizashi behind you, rocking forward into Shouta as they continued to fuck into you. He squeezed down on your wrists in warning, hot breath fanning the top of your head. It didn’t take much longer before they both had finally bottomed out. You groaned in distress while they groaned in bliss. 

“I’ve got her wrists you help her out alright, and take it easy.”

“Sheesh I heard yah the first time, I’ll help our lil girl out.”

Hizashi snaked a hand in between you and Shouta, finding your clit. 

They both continued fucking into you, Hizashi matching Shouta’s pace as they stimulated your body. You were angry, humiliated, and yet somehow you were so turned on it was embarrassing. You should be thrashing about, snarling into your gag, but instead all you could do was rock your body to their salacious tempo. 

Peeking your eyes open at a particularly hard thrust from Hizashi you saw Toshinori on the edge of the chair. You could just barely make out his raspy breaths and small moans over Shouta and Hizashi’s groaning. His brilliant blue eyes bore into your own. One of his hands worked his long shaft while the other was death gripping his clothed thigh. It almost looked as if steam was pouring off of him. Was he always that muscular?

You didn’t have long to contemplate Toshinori though, with a pinch to your clit Hizashi made sure to regain your attention. He had picked up his pace, throwing Shouta a bit off balance. He leaned down sucking and biting at your neck while rolling your perky nipple. Shouta felt your velvety walls clamp down around his cock, picking up his tempo to match Hizashi’s.

By now you were a mess. Traitorous moans fumbling from your mouth as the two heroes played your body. They had picked up an alternating tempo, never leaving you without a cock inside your body. The pleasure had you throwing your head back, leaving your neck exposed and making room for Shouta to join Hizashi in leaving little claiming bites all along your delicate skin. 

“She’s getting close Hizashi, we’re gonna fuck her through it alright?”

The blond pro behind you only moaned out something that sounded vaguely affirmative, eager to feel your tight walls clamp down on him. 

You were beyond fighting them, on the brink of orgasm all it took was one pointed thrust from Shouta to have you crumbling apart. You pushed back into Hizashi’s chest, his t-shirt sticking to your sweat soaked skin as you clamped down on both of them. Hizashi moaned into your neck, his quirk picking up a bit as he lost his composure. Shouta had released your hands, ripping off your gag so he could grab your face and crash his mouth to yours, swallowing your moans as your newly freed hands grabbed fist fulls of his shirt to stabilize yourself. 

As stated they continued fucking into you, dragging out your orgasm as your walls spasmed around them. Shouta’s tongue delved into your mouth, his own deep moans rumbling into you. 

“Go-gonna fuckin’ cum Sho, n- not much longer.”

In response Eraserhead reached behind you, grabbing a fist full of the blonds hair and giving it a firm tug which was enough to push him over the edge. 

“Sh-shit,” he wheezed, hips stilling as his cum filled your sore ass. “You fu- you fucking dirty cheater makin’ me finish first like that.” In kind Hizashi grabbed some of Shouta’s hair, pulling his mouth away from yours and up to his own. 

“Go ahead and cum in her Sho you know you want to,” Hizashi taunted between kisses. The familiar sound of metal against concrete drew your gaze as the all too familiar symbol of peace stood at his full height. Holy fucking shit it was All Might. 

The two pros ignored his approach, Shouta’s hips becoming a bit more deranged as he fucked into you. All Might reached in between the two and gripped your lower jaw, dazzling smile almost blinding you.

“Be a good girl now and open for me, you don’t have to swallow it all but I’d appreciate the effort.” He didn’t leave you with much of a choice finding it impossible to close your mouth with his grip, which at this point was very sore from the gag. The tip of his large member gently brushed against your lips as he shuttered at the feeling of your soft flesh. 

By this point Shouta was thrusting aggressively against your battered cervix, mouth locked with Hizahi’s as he finally reached his own release. His hips stuttered as warmth filled your cunt. 

Now all that was left was All Might. Your jaw strained to accommodate him, but he seemed to be more than aware of your limitations. He simply pushed the tip in, one hand stroking his shaft while the other gently pet your head. 

“So pretty,” he cooed down at you. “Just like that princess, I’m gonna cum now okay?” 

You simply kept your mouth open, tongue flat against the underside of his still cock as his cum filled your mouth. The bitter taste made you sputter, cum running down your chin as more took its place. After a couple more spurts he gently pulled away, some of the bitter substance sliding down your throat while the majority ended up down your chin and onto the couch below. 

All four of you were panting, frozen in time until finally All Might disappeared in a large cloud of smoke. The man you had originally believed to be some unknown hero named Toshinori now stood in his place, shyly looking down at you. 

“I guess that’s one way to show her huh big guy.” Hizashi jested. 

“I-I know probably not the most ideal but I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured a bit embarrassed. 

Hizashi and Shouta pulled out, their cum immediately running down your legs causing you to cringe a bit at the sensation. 

“You guys.. fucking suck.” was all you could think of at the moment. You waited for the rage, for them to berate or attack you, but instead all that met you was a chorus of soft chuckles.

“Figured you wouldn’t be easy to convince kitten, but don’t worry. Between the three of us you’ll come around.” 

These three men must have some thick fucking skulls to dismiss you so casually, that or their obsession was a lot deeper than you could even begin to comprehend. 

“Some fucking heroes you are,” you grumbled lowly.

“Some fuckin’ heroes we are indeed cutie! HAH get it? Cause we just fucked yah?” Hizashi laughed at his own joke while Toshinori and Shouta groaned. 

“Alright don’t make me gag you next, let’s just get everybody upstairs and clean up. We’ll do the house tour later kitten, for now we’ll just show you to your room.” 

[waitimcomingtoo]

Evans

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous after he witnesses a moment between you and Chris Evans

Masterlist

As much as you loved filming the movies, your favorite part about being in the MCU was going to the conventions.

You loved getting on stage with your cast mates and answering questions. You especially loved when you got to attend the conventions with your best friend Tom. Your fondest memories with him were made during nights following a convention. You’d always get a joint hotel room and stay up late, too buzzed on adrenaline from the panel to fall asleep.

Going to conventions with Tom usually opened up a whole new debate on the nature of your relationship. Snap chats and Instagram stories made from the same hotel room always set off more theories that you were dating. You weren’t, but you didn’t mind the theories.

The current panel you were at was no different from the others. The whole cast stood in a line, with you sandwiched between Tom and Mackie. You listened along to all the questions asked until you heard your name.

“Chris, you and Y/n worked together in the past on Scott Pilgrim vs The World, where you played one of her evil ex boyfriends.” The journalist said to Chris Evans. “How did you react when you heard she was joining the MCU cast?

“I was really happy about it.” Chris said into his mic. “I’ll admit, I had a bit of a crush on Y/n when we were filming Scott Pilgrim so I was very excited when she got added to the cast.”

Tom felt his ears turn pink when he heard Chris’s confession. It was no secret that he liked you, but he had no idea Chris liked you too. He looked to you to see your reaction, mouth going dry when he saw the shocked smile on your face.

“Are you serious?” You laughed in surprise. “I had a crush on you too.”

Tom turned away a little, suddenly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“What?” He raised his eyebrows. “How did I not know?”

“Because I was awkward and shy and didn’t know how to talk to you.” You said sheepishly as you pressed a cold hand to your face. “But I swear, I told Michael and Anna all about it.”

Tom lowered his microphone so the crowd couldn’t hear him gulp. He didn’t know why it bothered him as much as it did to know you and Chris had feelings for each other. You had filmed Scott Pilgrim a few years back, so the feelings were long gone by now. Still, it sent a white hot jealously through Toms veins as he watched you and Chris smile at each other.

“I can’t believe you never told me.” Chris chuckled. “I actually remember being upset that we didn’t have a kiss in the movie. I was like, how am I playing one of her boyfriends but we don’t get to kiss?”

“Aw.” Tom forced a laugh. “Poor you.”

The audience laughed at his joke, but you never took your eyes off Chris.

“I was genuinely upset about it at the time.” Chris continued. “I think I called my mom to complain.”

Tom watched with a tight jaw as you held your hand over your heart and beamed. You were obviously loving the attention from Chris while Tom was hating it.

“Hey, I didn’t write the script.” You shrugged. “I definitely would’ve thrown one in there if I had.”

“I think the movie is perfect as it is.” Tom cut in, earning a few laughs. “I don’t think there needed to be a kiss. Kisses are stupid anyway.”

“Wait a minute, we almost kissed in the last movie too.” Chris remembered. “To like hide our faces from HYDRA agents or something.”

“That’s right.” You gasped. “They took it out before we ever shot it.”

“Such a shame.” Chris clicked his tongue as he shook his head. “Missed you twice now.”

The reaction from the audience made you hide your face in embarrassment, feeling your face hot to the touch.

“I promise, you’re not missing much.” You laughed shyly.

“Yeah, well.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “I bet I was.”

Just when Tom thought it couldn’t get any worse, he saw an idea pop into your head.

“Wait, hold my mic.” You said as you handed your microphone to Anthony.

Tom could only watch as you walked across the stage and put your hands on either side of Chris’s face before pulling him into a kiss. The audience was deafening as Chris kissed you back. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to make all the color drain from Toms face. You both pulled away laughing, Chris with his signature hand over his left side. You clapped your hands as you laughed before walking back to your spot.

“Well damn.” Anthony said into his microphone. “I didn’t get to kiss her either.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian teased. “Do we all get some of that?”

“Shut up.” You laughed shyly as you fixed your hair. “There. Now you got your kiss.”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed into his microphone. “I was not expecting that.”

“Neither was I.” Tom mumbled, his microphone hanging limply at his side. The rest of the panel went by without any further flirtations, but Tom wouldn’t have known if there had been. He had completely zoned out, too upset with what he had seen to focus.

~

You unlocked the door to your shared hotel room and saw Tom sitting at the kitchen table. His face was buried in his phone and he skimmed through the endless amount of tweets about the kiss from earlier. It was only making him more angry to see thousands of gifs and pictures of it, as well as all the messages from fans saying what a cute couple you and Chris made, but he couldn’t stop. He was too busy scrolling to hear you come in.

“Hey.” You smiled at him as you set your stuff down. “You did such a good job out there. I swear, you always get the most laughs. It’s not fair.”

“Hm.” Tom nodded, keeping his eyes on his phone. “Thanks.”

“Is everything okay?” You frowned when you noticed his standoffish behavior. You walked over to him and reached out to touch him, but he moved away.

“Yeah.” He shrugged unconvincingly. “It’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I didn’t ask if we were fine.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Are we not fine?”

“I said we were fine.” He held up his hands in annoyance. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes a little. “Sorry I asked.”

Tom gave you a sarcastic smile and went back to his phone, completely ignoring you now. You didn’t know what his problem was, but you knew you didn’t want to fight.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something? You can pick this time.” You offered, trying to offer an olive branch.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired.” He said faintly. “I think I’m just gonna turn in.”

“Really? It’s so early.” You checked your phone and saw it was only 8 pm. “And I’m bored.”

“Yeah?” He finally looked up at you. “Then why don’t you go see what Evans is up to? I’m sure he’d love to finish what you started on stage today.”

You jutted your head back in surprise, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. He looked partial to guilty for snapping at you, but his anger was the most prominent emotion.

“What?” You laughed in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you kissing Evans in front of all those people.” He snapped. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”

You laughed again, thinking he had to be joking. You never said it out loud, but you assumed Tom knew you liked him. After all, you were the only cast mates sharing a hotel room.

“I don’t.” You said, unsure where that accusation came from.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head. “Cause it kinda looked like you did.”

“I don’t.” You repeated. “I used to when we were filming Scott Pilgrim a few years ago but I stopped before we even wrapped.”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Tom asked, his voice wearing thin.

“I don’t know. We were joking around.” You shrugged it off. “It was for the fans, if anything. You know how much they love that stuff.”

“They would’ve loved it just as much if you had just blown him a kiss.” Tom said. “You didn’t have to kiss him.”

“Who cares?” You asked. “Everyone loved it.”

“Not everyone.” He stated, keeping his eyes on the ground. You looked at him for a moment, realizing you had never seen him act like this.

“Why are you getting so upset about this?” You asked calmly, still not understanding.

“Because what you did upset me.” He shouted as he gestured to himself.

“Why?” You raised your voice as well now. “It was just a stupid joke. It had nothing to do with you.”

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” He shook his head. “Watching you practically run across the stage to kiss him in front of all those people was not a joke.”

“I didn’t run across the stage.” You said, starting to get annoyed. “I walked to him and kissed him. That’s it. It’s not a big deal.”

“Did you like it?” He asked with an unreadable expression.

“What?”

“Did you like kissing him?” He repeated as he let out a shaky breath.

“You know how it feels to kiss other actors.” You shrugged. “It just felt like lips on lips.”

“You must have some sort of feelings for him to kiss him like that.” He said, his eyes looking glassy.

“So what if I do?” You retorted, angry with him now for yelling at you.

“What?” His voice came out in a whisper. “Do you?”

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying? I don’t have feelings for Evans. But if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business. Because maybe you haven’t realized this yet, but you’re not my boyfriend.” You yelled, making him retreat into himself.

The silence that followed was deafening, making you feel guilty for what you said. You felt like you popped the happy bubble that you and Tom lived in, the one where you never confronted your feelings for each other but understood that they were there. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long sigh as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a sad smile and nodded his head as if he was reluctantly agreeing with you. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom was already moving past you. His shoulder brushed yours as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there in shock, unsure of what just happened. You felt like you had just broken up with someone you were never actually with. You covered your mouth with your hand, ashamed with what you had said to him. You hit him where you knew it would hurt him and now he was gone.

~

Despite sharing a hotel room, you didn’t see Tom until the next morning. He was eating breakfast at the kitchen counter, not looking at you as you made coffee. You sighed and sat down next to him, knowing you had to make things right before you went out to do press. You didn’t want to spend a full day doing interviews with him without resolving the fight.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday.” You began as you watched his face for his reaction. “It was mean of me to tell you you weren’t my boyfriend like that.”

“It’s okay.” He mumbled as he stirred his tea. “You don’t have to apologize. You were right. I’m not your boyfriend.”

“We need to talk about yesterday.” You said softly as you looked at him. You could tell he was still bitter about the kiss.

“I don’t want-“

“We have to.” You cut him off. “We had a fight and now we need to talk about it.”

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before slumping in his seat.

“You start.” You said as you put your folded hands on the table.

“I don’t know where to start.” He mumbled.

“Just tell me how you feel.” You suggested. Tom sighed as he put his words together in his mind, wanting to make things right just as much as you did.

“I didn’t like it even you kissed Chris.” He said softly, keeping his eyes on the table.

“I got that part.” You tried to joke. “Why?”

“Because he’s older and taller and bigger than me.” Tom listed off.

“And?” You were confused.

“And I can’t compete.” Tom whispered, hanging his head in shame. The fragility in his voice made your heart break and you realized he was never angry with you.

He was heartbroken.

“Tommy, you don’t have to compete with anyone.” You said softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I didn’t think I had to.” He continued. “I thought I had you. I know we don’t really talk about…us, but I thought we had an unspoken agreement that we liked each other. I know I liked you and I thought you liked me back until you…”

“Until I what?” You asked.

“Kissed another boy.” He laughed sadly. “Sorry. A man. Captain freaking America.”

“You were jealous.” You realized, trying to fight back a smile. “That’s why you threw your little tantrum.”

“How could I not be?” He looked up. “Have you seen how broad his shoulders are?”

You had to laugh, which made him crack a smile. The tension had disappeared and you had entered new territory, so you decided to keep going.

“And have you seen the way I look at you?” You teased him. “Or the way I immediately go to you in a crowded room? Have you seen how I’m always finding a way to touch you? Does any of that sound familiar?”

“Yeah.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “It does.”

“I like you too.” You admitted. “Of course I like you too. But I already told you, that kiss was just a joke. It was just for the fans.”

“I know.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “It just shook my confidence, you know? I figured if he wanted you too, I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I don’t want him.” You assured him. “I want you.”

Toms lips curved into a smile, a proud look coming across his face. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I never should have yelled at you.” He said quietly as he stared at your hands. “I just hated that he got to kiss you before I did.”

“I get that.” You nodded. “But you can’t flip out and yell at me when you get a little jealous. You have to be okay with me being close to other people.”

“I know. I’m sorry that I got so jealous.” He shook his head at himself. “I’m not that guy. I don’t want you thinking that’s who I am.”

“I know who you are.” You leaned over the table and tilted his chin so he would look at you. “Why do you think I like you as much as I do?”

“I like hearing you say that.” He mumbled, keeping his eyes on your lips.

“I like saying it.” You smirked at him as you began to lean in.

Before your lips could touch, his phone buzzed, making both of you jump. Tom sighed and picked up his phone to see what the interruption was.

“Shoot. That’s Rachel.” He frowned. “She wants me down at hair and makeup. Can we talk about this later? This is really important to me and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. “Go get your hair done. We’ll talk later.”

Tom gave you an apologetic smile before getting up and putting his cup in the sink. He moved to the door but you stood up.

“Tom, wait.” You called, quickly walking to where he was. You put your hands on his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it linger until you felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” You told him, making him feel better about missing out on the kiss. He smiled softly and nodded before leaving the hotel room. You left to get your own hair and makeup done, an idea forming in your mind as you sat in your chair.

~

After getting hair and makeup done, you walked down to the lobby and went into one of the conference rooms. You saw the rest of the cast standing in a circle and went up to to them.

“There she is.” Anthony clapped as you walked up to the group. “Mrs. Evans.”

“Don’t start with that. You’re just mad it wasn’t you I was kissing out there.” You teased him, making him laugh.

“Maybe. I have a feeling I know who else is mad.” He said as he nodded his head to gesture to something behind you. You turned around and saw Tom approaching, a smile taking over your features at the sight of him. He gave you a knowing look and stood next to you as he joined the group.

“Hey guys.” He greeted, shooting Chris a quick look.

“There you are.” You smiled a little before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him into a kiss. You felt his wide eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling you as he closed his eyes. He stepped forward to get closer to you before bringing his hand to face. The cast exchanged knowing looks right before you pulled away, a smile on both of your faces.

“Woah. When did that happen?” Scarlett nudged you.

“I thought it’d been happening for a while.” Anthony snorted. “Was I the only one?”

“No, I definitely saw something there. That’s why I was so surprised about yesterday.” Chris chuckled. You felt Tom tense up when he mentioned it, so you gave him a look. He relaxed and nodded, reminding himself he had nothing to be jealous of.

“I was surprised too.” He said, keeping his tone playful. “So don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t.” Chris held up his hands. “Dodger and I are very happen on our own. He’s not willing to share me with anyone.”

“He and I have that in common then.” Tom said as draped his arm around your shoulders.

“Whats that?” You asked as you looked at Tom. He gave you a soft smile before pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t like to share.”

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chess, not checkers || a. hotchner x f!reader

Summary: Cross-examining Agent Hotchner should have been a lot more simple than it had been. But when the questioning slips out of your control, you find yourself being profiled right there in the middle of the courtroom. Amazing how one stranger can know you better than anybody you've ever met.

Contains: SMUT! 18+ only, minors DNI. Fingering, (light) choking, semi-public sex, adultery, anger sex, enemies to lovers, edging, lawyer hotch <3

Word Count: 8k+

Comments: This is so heavily inspired by “charcoal grey” because we all know how hot he was in that scene. Thank you to @angelfxllcm for being an absolute godsend as I wrote this and being the most supportive friend ever. (If you haven’t read her work, you absolutely should!)

“Fucking FBI and their selfish ass schedules,” you grumbled as you hurried through the hallway of the courthouse, your intern Robin on on your heels. “Court gets pushed back for a week because Agent Hotchner just had to leave with them on a case instead of working remotely, and then expects us to drop everything to go to court the second he gets back to D.C. As if we don’t have jobs too. As if I don’t have six other cases sitting on my desk that now have to be pushed back because of him.”

 Robin scrambled behind you, nodding along to every word that left your mouth. “Does this happen with the, uh…”

  “BAU,” you supplied.

  “—BAU, right. Do court cases usually get pushed back for them?”

  You shook your head as you checked your watch. A glint caught the corner of your eye. Shit, your ring. You hadn’t expected to go to court, and completely forgot to leave it at home. You pulled it off and slipped it into the outside pocket of your bag, hoping nobody noticed.

“No. Most cases from the BAU never go to court,” you explained. “There’s enough evidence against the people they arrest that it’s almost always a plea.”

  The Bankers Box in Robin’s hands almost slipped as you placed another file precariously on top of it. “Then why is this case going to court?”

  Your step faltered as you processed her question, and you couldn’t hide the disbelief on your face. “You did read the brief for this case, right?” you asked, unsure if you really wanted the answer, except her embarrassed blush and averted gaze gave you enough of one. “Seriously? Okay, well, first of all, because of that, you won’t be sitting at the attorney’s table with us. Instead you’ll be in the public seating. I won’t weaken my case because you decided to be unprepared. If this happens again, you won’t be welcome to join me in court at all, am I clear?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good.” Deciding to take pity on the poor intern, you sighed as you started your explanation. “Our client claims that his arrest was unlawful and therefore none of the evidence they found should be usable. I’m inclined to agree with him, so we’re fighting all of the charges that were made with evidence found after the arrest.”

  “So you don’t think he’s guilty?”

  “I don’t ask that question. I’m not God and I’m not his priest, I don’t need to hear his confession. I just need to get him out of unjust and illegal charges.”

  Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “So he’s going to walk free? Even after everything he did? How do you sleep at night?”

  Fucking Christ, how did this girl even get into law school? You rolled your eyes, suddenly regretting your decision to take on an intern. “No, he’s not going to walk free. He’s going to get a lesser charge, because everything else was obtained illegally. And I sleep very well, actually, because my job isn’t some episode of Law & Order. Less than 10% of my cases ever go to trial. I’m not here to suddenly convince juries that the evidence is wrong. My job is making sure that everybody is given their constitutional rights, that the police are doing their jobs correctly, and that the State isn’t over-punishing. Any cop knows that, and if you ever come across one that doesn’t, you know that you should look into those cases even further. You have to realize, criminal defense lawyers—”

  “— are the last line of protection against a corrupt system.” You turned to see your assistant, Marcus, making his way towards you, briefcase and your spare blazer that you keep in the office in hand. “I see you’re giving her your famous anti-prosecutor lecture.”

  Marcus helped you slip on your blazer over your satin button up, his hands lingering on your skin for just a little too long to be considered professional, and it made you shiver in anticipation. “God knows she needs it. Thank you, Marcus, for bringing these so quickly. Were you able to get the physical copies of Agent Hotchner’s files?”

  Marcus held up his briefcase. “All right here. Although I have to say, I’m a little lost as to why you need his service records.”

  The three of you turned the corner to enter the courtroom, your heels clicking on the tiled floor. Robin obediently took her seat in the public viewing area while you and Marcus pushed through the swinging door to settle at your table. “I’ve heard stories of Agent Hotchner’s testimonies. He used to be a prosecutor, so he’s not easily tricked, but he is prideful and will defend his work. I’m going to use that to my advantage. It’s like I always say, practicing law means always playing chess, never checkers.”

  Marcus took the seat next to you, making sure to sit close enough that his knee brushed yours the whole time. “You know, I was thinking, this case is complicated,” he whispered, “And we haven’t combed through everything yet… It could take more time than we planned.”

  You smirked, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. “Agreed. I’ll tell Tony I have to stay late at the office tonight.”

  Before Marcus could continue his flirting, you were distracted by the door to the judge’s chamber opening, revealing the back of a man in a black suit. “Thank you again, your honor, for the continuance,” came the deep timbre of the man, and oh. You certainly weren’t expecting that. “A young girl was able to be reunited with her family this week because of it.”

  The man in the doorway turned, and your breath caught in your throat. He was tall and buff and expensive-looking and absolutely gorgeous. His suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, the sleeves of his blazer straining against his biceps. He carried himself with an aura of confidence, like he belonged in the courtroom, and he was making his way directly towards you. Unconsciously, you separated from Marcus, putting as much distance between you and your assistant as possible without raising suspicion.

  The man said something to the prosecution before turning to you, hand outstretched. He said your name as a greeting, and your name had never sounded so good. “I’m Aaron Hotchner.”

  When you stood up to shake his hand, you tried to ignore the way his eyes raked down your body, or the way the two of you held on just a moment too long to be considered proper. It felt as if he was looking right through you, learning all of your secrets as though they were written on your body. No, you knew that look. He was studying you. “Agent Hotchner, it’s a pleasure.”

  “Likewise, Counselor. Please, call me Aaron.”

  You raised your eyebrows in Aaron’s direction, still shaking his hand, and it made your skin burn. You dropped his hand. “I’m just glad we’re able to get this case done and over with. Hopefully with no more delays.”

  His eyebrows quirked upwards in what could only be described as shock. “I see your reputation precedes you,” was his only reply before going to his respective seat, and if he noticed you watching his every move, he made no indication of it. That being said, you definitely felt his gaze on the back of your head as the judge entered the room and the session began.

  As the proceedings dragged on, you and Marcus continued to talk strategy, his hand finding its way to your thigh ever so often. You also continued negotiating with the prosecutor, both of you flashing Post-It notes of potential plea deals that you would be willing to accept, always careful to keep it out of the eyes of the judge and jury. By the time Aaron had been called to the stand, the offer given to you still wasn’t low enough. Fine, if the prosecution wanted to make a fool of themselves, so be it.

  You listened to Aaron’s testimony with the prosecution, completely enraptured. There was something about the way he spoke, so full of authority and confidence, that made the entire room drawn to him. He was incredibly intelligent, that much was clear, and despite the many years since he had actually practiced law, that prosecutor candor hadn’t left him. Staying focused on the case had proven to be more difficult than previously expected. You found yourself staring at his lips, and it didn’t take long for your mind to conjure up some obscene and explicit situations starring the man in front of you. 

  Eventually, his eyes caught yours, and he watched you, his lips — god, those lips — quirked up in a smirk. Aaron watched you expectantly, and in the light of the courtroom, his eyes were almost the color of whiskey, and you wanted nothing more than to drink it all in.

  A sharp “Counselor” broke you out of your trance. In the corner of your eye, you could see Marcus looking at you in concern, but he was the furthest thing from your mind now, especially as Aaron let out an amused huff of air.

  “Counselor, does the prosecution wish to cross-examine the witness?” the judge asked with barely hidden annoyance, making you think that it probably wasn’t the first time she had asked the question.

  You stood up quickly, smoothing down your pencil skirt as you did. “Yes, your honor. Thank you,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice steady as you noticed Aaron’s eyes trailing down your bare legs.

  The cross-examination started normally, and Aaron answered all of your questions with careful precision that only a lawyer could pull off. He seemed to know exactly where you were trying to go with your questions, and easily sidestepped any unflattering implication you were trying to make. Long, biased questions were met with short, clipped answers, not giving you anything to work with. Whatever move you made, Aaron was right there, two steps ahead with you. Never in your life had you met somebody who could follow you so easily or could match your wit without so much breaking a sweat.

  It was exhilarating.

  “Agent Hotchner,” you started, hands clasped behind your back. “Could you please explain to the court how profiles are used when finding and apprehending suspects?”

  Aaron sat up a little taller in the witness box. “Using behavioral research and past case studies, we’re able to construct what we call a profile of the perpetrator, or unsub. Anything they do can give us insights as to who they are — their victims, what weapons they use, even how they dispose of the bodies. Once we have a profile of who we believe is committing these crimes, we have our technical analyst run the parameters through her system. From there, narrowing down our search is easy.”

  You nodded slowly, pretending to mull over what he was saying. “For clarification’s sake, in layman’s terms, you build your profile off of assumed psychology, and not concrete evidence, is that correct?”

  The muscles in Aaron’s jaw flexed, a sure sign he was gritting his teeth. “Behavior analysis is a tool, just like any other—”

  “It’s a yes or no question, Agent,” you interrupted, and oh, he was not happy about that.

  His tongue darted out from between his lips. “The research we use for behavior is—”

  “Yes. Or no.”

  Aaron hesitated, his frustration building up to palpable tension that settled in the courtroom like a thick fog. You weren’t giving him a chance to explain or show off anymore, didn’t allow him to be seen as the smartest person in the room anymore, and that was getting to him.

  “Yes,” he conceded, grimacing as if admitting that was physically painful for him.

  “Thank you,” you replied, and he caught the unspoken that wasn’t so hard now, was it? even if the rest of the room did not. You walked back over to your table, snatching up a piece of paper and holding it in the air. “Your honor, the defense would like to submit Exhibit Seven into evidence.”

  Once the judge gave her express permission, you placed the form in front of Aaron with your left hand, perfectly manicured fingers splayed out in front of his eyes. You almost missed the way his head tilted ever so slightly and his eyes narrowed, like he was staring at a puzzle half complete. “Agent, could you please tell us what’s laying in front of you now.”

  He leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning the paper before meeting back with yours. “This is a part of our official report of the case. Specifically, it has the profile that was used to lead us to the apprehension of Mr. Mckenna.”

  “Does it say on that paper who had the final sign off on the profile before it was circulated?”

  “Yes, that would be me. As Unit Chief, my job is to sign and finalize any reports.”

  “And could you please read the profile, verbatim, as written on that report?”

  Aaron’s face remained neutral, with the exception of his eyebrows scrunching together. Slowly, he had started to piece together your strategy, and he didn’t like it. “The unsub is a white male, between 32 and 40 years old. He’ll most likely be unemployed and driving a van or truck — anything that would let him easily transport his equipment and victims. We believe that he’s also had run-ins with the law before, likely as a juvenile. He’ll come across as friendly, if not a little shy. We believe that this comes from a failed relationship in his past, one where he believes that he was manipulated and wronged, and now he’s going after surrogates for that woman. Killing these women is the only thing that gives him any sort of power. If we can figure out who this past relationship was, it will lead us directly to the killer.”

  You paced back and forth in front of the witness stand, your skirt tightening around your legs with every step you took. “Between 32 and 40 years old, unemployed, and killing surrogates… Except Mr. Mckenna is 22 and works part time as a bartender. How do you justify arresting my client with those inconsistencies?”

  “As I mentioned before,” Aaron started, his voice dangerously low, “A profile is just one tool we use of many. Not every single part of the profile will fit every single time. Which is why we also rely on outside evidence to ensure that we have the best chance at catching the unknown subject as quickly as possible.”

  “Except you had no concrete evidence, which you admit in your own report!” You took two steps closer to him, getting as in his face as possible without risking being held in contempt. With every word that left your mouth, your voice got more and more forceful, and you got more and more under Aaron’s skin.

  “All of it was circumstantial at best. You had a hunch, an inherent bias against my client due to his previous conviction record, and you were frustrated at your own inability to get a good lead. But you can’t arrest somebody on a hunch, or because you’re angry. You had no evidence and the man you arrested didn’t even match the profile that you came up with!”

  Your eyes locked with Aaron, his gaze heavy, and neither of you dared look away first. “Objection!” came from the prosecutor behind you. Exactly what you wanted. “Argumentative and foundation.” You flashed Aaron a predatory grin.

  Two moves to checkmate.

  “Sustained,” said the judge.

  “Withdrawn.” You tapped the witness bench, hoping to convey an air of aloofness and calm. Aaron scowled. “Agent Hotchner, before joining the FBI, you were a prosecutor, is that true?”

  Confusion flashed across his face for the briefest of moments, and it gave you a twisted sense of satisfaction to know that you had the upper hand. You knew the answer to every question you were about to ask, and he knew that. He just couldn’t figure out where you were going with this line of questioning, or what the relevance even was. “Yes, that’s correct.”

  You made a soft hum of approval. “Could you please walk us through your higher education?”

  “I attended George Washington University for both my undergraduate and law degree.”

  “What did you major in for your undergrad?”

  Aaron hesitated. “Political Science.”

  Check. “So all together, you’ve had about seven years in higher education. In that time, how many psychology classes did you take?”

  It was almost sadistic, the way you relished in the slight twitch of his face — the realization that he had been backed into a corner. The silence was deafening as Aaron’s scowl met your smug grin.

  “None,” Aaron said finally.

  “None,” you repeated, performative shock dripping from your words. “Do you have any academic background in psychology or human behavior, then?”

  Aaron’s jaw clenched, and as you made your way closer to the witness stand, you saw his thumb frantically moving back and forth over his fingertips. Clearly, you had struck a nerve. “The FBI has rigorous coursework in order to become a profiler, along with multiple exams and continued training as more research becomes available to us. The profiling classes are no easy feat and are written by experts in the field. Creating profiles has a long and respected history in detective work, and these profilers have caught some of the most prolific serial killers of all time.”

  You placed a hand over your chest in faux modesty. “My apologies, Agent Hotchner, I believe I wasn’t very clear. I’m not calling into question the validity and effectiveness of profiles. I’m calling into question the validity and effectiveness of you as a profiler.”

  You could practically see the cartoon fire spewing out of Aaron’s ears. He was so close to being in your trap, something he had to have known, too, yet he continued to toe dangerously close to that line.

  “A lack of formal education in profiling,” you continued, keeping your voice light, “and the blatant disregard for basic police and legal procedure as shown in this case with my client… I mean, how many other mistakes were made in your past cases? It’s hard to believe that you can read anybody, much less the hardened criminal that you have painted my client to be.”

  Checkmate.

  “Objection!” cried the prosecutor again. “Your Honor, this is —”

  He was cut off by the judge raising her hand. “Sustained. Counselor, I would advise you to tread lightly from here on out.”

  You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Withdrawn.” You turned around to make your way back to your table, ignoring Marcus’s look of complete disbelief. Baiting Aaron had been easy, and now all you had to do was wait.

  The courtroom was uncomfortably silent for one beat… two beats…

  “Not only can I read Mr. Mckenna,” echoed Aaron’s voice, “But I can also read you.”

  Once you got back to your desk, you turned around, hands resting on the cool wood of the table top, but you never sat down. Instead, you leaned forward, and arched your eyebrows in a silent challenge — one he was all too eager to pursue.

  “The red Harvard Law tag on your briefcase is a perfect match to your lipstick, and you wear the same one every time you go to court. Not because you’re superstitious the way most lawyers are, but because it’s your way of maintaining control in the courtroom, something you’re desperate to keep in every aspect of your life, personal and professional. I would guess that this need goes back to late high school, early college. But you’ve been worried about appearances and how you’re perceived for even longer than that.”

  You fought the urge to roll your eyes. So he thought you were Type A? Anybody could have guessed that by your anything. All they would have to do is look at your color coded case files or your daily schedule, planned down to the minute. You had only been trying to sway the jury when you insinuated that he wasn’t a good profiler, but maybe you were actually starting to believe it yourself.

  Except Aaron got a dangerous glint in his eye, causing your stomach to bubble with anxiety. Clearly, he was playing chess, too, and by the looks of it, he believed he was winning. 

  “In fact, you’re so worried about losing control, that despite your busy schedule, you refuse to hire a planner for your upcoming wedding.”

  That got your attention. The objection that you were about to call died on your lips, and all you could do was stare with poorly hidden shock. Next to you, Marcus turned pale as a ghost.

  Aaron, cocky bastard, continued his profile of you, with no clear signs of stopping anytime soon. “You have a tan where your ring usually is, and I know you’ve been wearing it recently as you subconsciously fiddle with where it would be whenever things in court aren’t going your way. Just like you’re doing now. You still have your maiden name, which you plan on giving up when you do get married because not taking his last name would arouse too many questions that you want to avoid. Just another way your concern of appearances is manifested. So you’re engaged.

  “I would say congratulations, but it’s not a happy relationship, not on your side, anyway. Younger female professionals will take their rings off in fear of not being taken seriously, but you’re an established and respected lawyer. You needn't worry about that. So if it’s not about you, it’s about the fiance. You don’t want to be associated with him.”

  You gripped the edge of the table, too angry to form words. Your nails dug into the varnish, and you were sure that your heavy breathing could be heard from across the room. This dick. This absolute, garbage, piece of shit dick. The worst part was how casual he sounded as he aired all of your dirty laundry for everybody to hear.

  “He’s holding you back, in all aspects of life, but mostly intellectually. He doesn’t have a sliver of your capabilities. The two of you are probably high school sweethearts, prom king and queen type, but while you grew up and matured, he never did. He can’t keep up with you. Still acts the same way he did in high school, only now with more access to alcohol and money. Career wise, he doesn’t have much going for him, probably some sports related pipe dream. But you stay with him because you know how to control him and how to use him to your advantage.”

  Aaron’s eyes zeroed in on Marcus, and all of the color drained from your face. The voice in the back of your mind was screaming at you to object, to get the judge involved, anything, before Aaron did any more damage, but you were frozen in your spot. For the first time in your life, you were completely and utterly speechless and spiraling out of control.

  “That need for control is also why you’re sleeping with your assistant. It’s casual for you, but not for him anymore. You should break that off. That’s nothing new for you, though. In fact, I would bet that if we looked back at all of your affairs since your engagement, we’d find a long string of men and women, all of whom are your subordinates or of lower status than you. It’s a win-win situation — they’re more than eager to have a chance with you, and you get to stay in control. Oh, you’ll stop when you actually get married, but you continue to push that date back, as well. So…”

  He leaned back in his chair, clearly feeling good about himself, and God, you could kill him. You could reach over the witness box and wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze until his whiskey colored eyes popped out of his smug, beautiful face.

  Aaron lifted his chin, eyebrows raised in your direction. “Do you believe in my abilities as a profiler now, Counselor?”

  That snapped you back into action. You cleared your throat and unnecessarily smoothed down your skirt in an attempt to regroup your thoughts. “Well, Agent Hotchner, thank you for that little show and tell. It’s clear that you are very passionate about your career. However, just like your profile of my client, you have no evidence for any of your unsubstantiated accusations.”

  It was a pathetic attempt at saving face, and Aaron knew it, but it had to be enough for you. You turned your back towards Aaron so that you could face the judge, who, to her credit, had a perfect poker face the whole time. “Your Honor, I move to strike Agent Hotchner’s outburst” — not an outburst, Aaron was too composed to ever have one of those, but he grimaced at the word all the same — “from the record, as no question stands before the witness at this time.”

  The judge looked at you dubiously, clearly debating her ruling. There shouldn’t have been any reason to worry, you were legally in the right, but there was always the chance that she wouldn’t be on your side. You noticed yourself fiddling with where your engagement ring would usually be, and you cursed yourself under your breath. How could Aaron have possibly known all of that?

  “Sustained,” she said finally, “I direct the jury to disregard the witness’s, uh, example when considering the evidence.”

  You let out a breath of relief. It wasn’t much of a win — everybody still heard what had happened, it was still in the back of their minds, like the ring of a bell echoing — but at least in regards to the case, you had the legal upper hand.

  The judge turned back to you. “Defense, the witness is still yours, if you have any further questions.”

  If you were a little more in your right mind, you would have cut your losses, but between your oath to defend your client to the best of your ability and that stupid self assured grin on Aaron’s face, you knew that you really had no choice.

  Deep breath in… Slow breath out… You’re at a stalemate now.

  “Agent Hotchner,” you said, causing him to perk him up in interest. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting you to continue. “Wouldn’t an ex-lawyer and an FBI agent be familiar with the rules of decorum in a courtroom?”

  His eyes narrowed. “I’m not sure I understand your question, Counselor.”

  “Let me rephrase, then. Would you say that you have a history of emotional outbursts and rule breaking in your line of work? And I’ll remind you that you are still under oath.”

  Aaron shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, I wouldn’t. Integrity is one of our core values, and we take that very seriously.”

  With shaking hands, Marcus handed you one of the files you’d had him print out on Aaron. “If that’s so, can you explain why, since your promotion to Unit Chief in 2005, you and your team have had seven disciplinary hearings, one of which being an internal investigation into the excessive force used by one of your agents, and another being a congressional hearing?”

  A sick sense of satisfaction passed over you when you saw him get visibly shocked, his poker face breaking for the first time that day. If he wanted to go for blood, you could fight back twice as hard. “I’m not at liberty to discuss either of those cases.”

  You shrugged nonchalantly. “Very well, Agent. So between the discrepancies in the profile, your inability to control your temper, and your history of breaking procedure, coupled with the fact that you arrested my client without any warrant by kicking in the door to an innocent civilian’s house, do you really believe that your arrest and the subsequent evidence that came from that arrest was obtained legally? Or do you just not care either way, as long as you’re able to prove that you’re right?”

  Right as he opened his mouth to speak, you turned your back on him and started to walk back to your table. Aaron wasn’t even able to get a peep out before you cut him off with a sharp “Question withdrawn. At this time, the defense rests.”

  “Our arrest was made on the grounds of—” Aaron tried, and you smirked to yourself. He must have been desperate if he was trying that move twice. You whipped around, gaze steeled.

  “I have no further questions, Agent Hotchner,” you repeated, only letting out the slightest hint of amusement. “But thank you for your cooperation with Lady Justice today.”

  Aaron’s eyes met yours, and a weight settled in the pit of your stomach. You should have hated him, but something about him had you completely and utterly entranced by him. Maybe it was the novelty of the case. Maybe it was the matching intellects and the fact that he was the only other person who could give you a challenge.

  Maybe you just liked the way you got to lose control with him.

  As he passed you, his arm brushed yours, and your whole body burned.

  “Very cute, Counselor,” he whispered, voice dripping with condescension. “How long did it take you to come up with that little switch up?”

  “Don’t patronize me,” you snapped. “I was playing chess, you were playing checkers, and that’s why you lost.”

  The rest of the session went on normally, if not a little tense. To your surprise, Aaron hadn’t left immediately after his testimony, and instead took a seat in the section for the public. Good. As soon as courtroom decorum wasn’t a factor, you were sure to give him a piece of your mind.

  Court adjourned for the day, and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You told Marcus to continue to push for a better plea option as you grabbed your briefcase and stormed out, pushing through the throngs of people until you could see the back of Aaron’s head.

  You sped up your steps until you were right behind him, and you grabbed his wrist to stop him in his tracks. “I have a bone to pick with you.”

  You pulled Aaron into an empty conference room, hoping to get some privacy before you completely blew your lid. You already had one public humiliation because of him, and you did not need another.

  “What is your problem?” you hissed, locking the door behind you. “You had no right to put my personal life on blast like that.”

  Aaron placed his hands on his hips, swooping the sides of his suit jacket back, and you had to make a very conscious effort to not stare. “You questioned my profiling abilities, and I proved them.”

  “You didn’t prove shit,” you argued, folding your arms across your chest. “Except for the fact that you’re an insufferable bastard.”

  “Are you saying that my profile was off? Because if you didn’t want to be caught committing adultery, then you shouldn’t have made it so obvious.”

  You gritted your teeth and took a step towards him in a futile attempt to come across as intimidating. Even in your heels, he still seemed to be towering over you. You’d have to level the playing field somehow. You gripped his tie and used it to pull him down so that he was closer to eye level with you. “I don’t need your judgment, Aaron.”

  Aaron moved closer to you, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His Adam's apple bobbed and it captivated you. “I couldn’t care less about what you do,” he said flippantly. “Matter of fact, I don’t think this fit of anger is even inherently about your little secret coming out. Do you want to know what I think it is?”

  “Not at all.”

  “I think,” he continued, completely ignoring your protest, “You’re angry because as much as you can dish it out, you can’t take it.”

  Your grip on his tie tightened at his words. “Trust me, I can take anything,” you said, voice low and breathy.

  Aaron’s eyes flickered to your lips — those kissable, red stained lips of yours. You hadn’t had to reapply your lipstick once throughout the day, and he idly wondered just exactly what it would take to muss up that perfect, pouty red lip. 

  “I also think that for the first time in a very long time, you didn’t have control, and you liked it.” He bent down a little bit more so that his lips brushed against your ear with every word and you could feel his breath run down your spine. “Aren’t you bored of sleeping with boys who are so far beneath you?”

  You’re not sure who initiated it, but the next thing you knew, your lips crashed against his, the two of you making out like it was the last kiss either of you were ever going to get. His hands felt impossibly everywhere all at once — gripping your hips, tugging at your hair, and even snaking under your work blouse to palm at your breast. His teeth nipped at the fibres of your lips. With every movement of his hands, little gasps escaped you, and you could feel the curve of his lips curling up into a smirk.

  His fingers trailed up the side of your body, past the curve of your neck, and tangled themselves in your hair before yanking it back, exposing the column of your throat. Immediately he attached his lips to your neck, nipping at your pulse point.

  “Aaron,” you whined, trying to regain the breath he stole from your lungs. You practically melted in his arms, going completely weak at the knees, especially as his tongue trailed across the underside of your jaw. You let his tie fall from your grip, instead bringing your hands up to cup his face to pull him in for another kiss. 

  His lips set a bruising pace, and it caused a fire to burn in the pit of your stomach. You had never once been kissed like this, never once felt so all-consumed by a person. Aaron’s cologne surrounded you, making your head spin. Bruises were sure to form from how harshly he was gripping your hips, but you didn’t care. He was addicting, and you wanted more.

  Hotch walked you backwards until you were pressed up against the wall, his thigh shoved in between your legs, forcing your skirt to ride up. The position made his arousal obvious as he pressed against you. The way he held you was possessive, primal even, Unconsciously, you ground down on his thigh, hoping for anything to help relieve the ache between your legs. 

  Unfortunately for you, Aaron caught on to what you were trying to do, and he chuckled against your lips before pulling away just far enough to speak. “Look at you,” he whispered, and the raspiness of his voice only served to turn you on even more. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and his thumb traced your bottom lip, tugging at it ever so slightly. His other hand slowly trailed its way up your thigh, nails scratching at your skin. “Skirt hiked up around your waist, desperate to get off. Your little boyfriends aren’t doing it for you anymore?”

  He pressed his thigh further into you, ripping an involuntary moan from your throat. “Fuck,” you gasped, your hips still moving back and forth against him, not caring how needy it made you seem. “I need… I…”

  “What? Big, bad lawyer doesn’t have any more smart ass comments?” he cooed sarcastically, pushing your skirt up even higher. He replaced his thigh with his hand, and his fingers ghosted over your covered pussy, teasing you, not giving you nearly enough contact. “Fuck, you’re so wet already. Go ahead, needy girl, if you’re that desperate.” Aaron yanked down your panties in one fell swoop, and you blindly kicked them off to the side. “Be a good girl and show me how much you want this.”

  Without any more of a warning, one of his fingers entered you, and you let out a breathy moan that Aaron was sure to have on repeat in his mind for days to come. When the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, your brain completely short circuited. You threw your head back as far as you could despite being pressed against the wall as his name clumsily tumbled from your lips like a prayer.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, pressing you further against the wall. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

  Electricity coursed through your veins as he added a second finger, easily finding that spot in you that made you see stars. You rocked your hips back and forth against his hand, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. His lips trailed from your jawline, down your neck, and to your collarbone. 

  “Look at me,” Aaron ordered, tightening his grip on your chin, and your eyes shot right back open. Instead of the whiskey colored irises you had gotten used to, Aaron’s pupils were so blown that they made his eyes completely black. “I want to see you lose control all over me. Gonna make sure you come harder for me than you have for any of your boy toys.”

  That wouldn’t be very difficult. Nobody had ever made you feel the way you did then, Aaron’s fingers buried deep in your cunt and lips exploring every inch of skin he could access. No part of this was for his pleasure — from the curl of his fingers to the slow circles on your clit, it was all expertly calculated to bring you to the edge with as much intensity as possible, and it was all devastatingly effective.

  “I’m so close,” you whimpered, and if it weren’t for the wall behind you, you would have completely lost your balance. “More, fuck, please.”

  “More?” he mumbled against the column of your throat. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

  Coherent sentences were not an option for you at the moment, not when you were so deliciously overwhelmed with pleasure and with Aaron. Besides, how could you tell him that you wanted him to completely and utterly ruin you? That you wanted him to bend you over the conference table and pound into you until you could barely speak. You wanted Aaron to mark you and send you home to your fiance with reminders of every little thing he did to you for the days to come. You wanted raw and untamed passion. You wanted to be consumed, for him to settle in your lungs like smoke, and haunt your dreams for the rest of your life. 

  You didn’t want nice and calculated the way every other man you’d been with had acted — you wanted Aaron Hotchner to take control.

  You couldn't say any of that, so instead, you grabbed his wrist, the one that was holding your chin in place and, without breaking eye contact with him, you guided his hand down until it rested on your throat. “More,” you choked out, giving him an animalistic grin.

  That was all it took. Using his grip on your neck, he pulled you in for another kiss, messy and desperate and swallowing all of your incoherent moans as his fingers moved harder, faster.

  You clung to him like a lifeline as you felt your whole body tense up, your orgasm fast approaching. You were so fucking close and he felt so fucking good and, God, if this is what losing control felt like, then you and Aaron could do this forever and —

  His fingers were gone from you, and you clenched around nothing. You cried out in protest, which only seemed to amuse him.

  “Oh? Prom queen isn’t used to not getting what she wants?” Keeping his hand on your throat and you pinned against the wall, he made slow, teasing work of his belt buckle.

  Your chest rose and fell in a desperate attempt to catch your breath. “What happened to watching me come undone all over you?” you shot, trying to even out your voice as much as possible. It didn’t work very well. “Did you lose your nerve?”

   A dark, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “Don’t worry, Princess, that’s still the plan. I just never said where. I want to make sure you’re nice and wet and ready for me to turn you into a moaning mess on my cock.”

  In an attempt to regain some control of the situation, you rolled your eyes. “Yeah? And how do you expect to do that?”

  He smirked and released your throat. Wordlessly, he grabbed your wrist, and guided your hand down your body, further and further until you reached your throbbing pussy. He used his hands to press your fingers to your clit, and you whimpered softly. God, you were dripping, and the extra stimulation didn’t help your shaking legs.

  “By making you so needy and whiny that by the end of this, you're begging for me,” he hissed, lips brushing the shell of your ear with every word. He moved your fingers so that you were rubbing small, slow circles around your clit, although it wasn’t nearly enough to give any real relief. “Begging for me to come and fuck you over and over and over again. Because you know that your pathetic fiance and your string of affairs have never made you feel like this before.”

  Aaron yanked your hand away from your clit and you could sob. You wanted to cum so badly that you could barely put it into words. Still holding your wrist, Aaron brought your hand up to his face. He took a brief moment to admire the way your fingers glistened, covered in your arousal, before bringing them to his lips and sucking.

  Eyes wide, you made a choked noise as you committed the view of Aaron to memory. “Please, Aaron, fuck, I need you,” you whined, the start of a long string of incoherent begging. You needed him then and there, damn the consequences.

  He pulled your fingers out of his mouth slowly, and you moaned at the obscene wet noise it made. “So desperate,” he murmured as he began to unbutton his slacks. “All for me. All because I edged you once.”

  Aaron pulled down his pants just enough to pull out his dick, and you licked your lips involuntarily when you saw it, big and thick and leaking precum. Clearly, it gave Aaron a bit of an ego boost, because as he ran the head up and down your sensitive folds, he reminded you, “You did say you could take anything, Princess.”

  Your breathing came out shaking as you shivered, waiting for him to do something — anything. You were so empty and you needed him so badly. If you didn’t get his dick in you soon, you were pretty sure you would lose your mind completely.

  “Fuck me, Aaron,” you moaned, arching your back to press into him more.

  He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips in an almost intimate gesture. “Patience is a virtue,” he chastised.

  In your haze of arousal, you barely noticed him grabbing your briefcase and digging through the small pocket in the front. You especially didn’t notice his pause when his finger touched something small, round, and metal in the bottom of the bag. The only thing you cared about was him coming back to you, holding up a condom packet with a smirk.

  “I knew I’d find one somewhere in your briefcase.” You let the comment slide, the excitement at the prospect of sex with Aaron Hotchner outweighing any jackass comment he could make. Aaron made quick work of putting on the condom. The second he was done, one of his hands ran up your thigh, getting a good grip on it before pulling it up and around his waist.

  “Do you feel how wet you are for me? How willing you were to give up control? All for me? That—” Lips pressed to your ear, he pushed his cock into you, bottoming out with one thrust. You threw your head back in pleasure. “—Is playing chess, sweetheart.”

  Aaron dropped his forehead to the crook of your neck as he began pounding into you at a desperate pace. He had held off on his own pleasure for long enough, and now he was chasing his orgasm with a ruthless determination. One hand stayed gripping your thigh, the other one braced against the wall next to your head. Aaron nipped at your neck in between moans of praise for you.

  “I — oh, fuck — knew it,” he groaned, digging his fingers deeper into your thigh. “You wanted somebody to take control. Somebody who knows how to please you.”

  You wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You were an incoherent mess at this point, his name tumbling from your lips like it was the only thing you knew how to say. At that moment, it probably was. 

  “Finally, that bratty mouth of yours is good for something. You sound so pretty, moaning out my name. Say it again.” A particularly deep thrust caused you to tug at his hair. “Louder.”

  Never before had you met somebody like Aaron Hotchner, and you weren’t sure if you ever would again, so you screwed your eyes shut and let yourself get lost in the absolute pleasure he was providing. You memorized everything you could — the way the calluses on his hands felt against your skin, the way he moaned out your name, how deliciously full you felt, and how for the first time in your life you felt truly seen — so that you could suspend the moment in amber to preserve in the back of your mind.

  “Please,” you begged, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails. “I’m so close. Fuck, Aaron, you feel so good, please.”

  Aaron tore his lips from your throat, choosing instead to press his forehead against yours. His lips brushed yours with every word he spoke, so close that you were practically kissing him. “That’s it, princess,” he murmured. “Be a good girl. Be a good girl and come. All over my dick.”

  When you came, it was with a cry of his name as your whole body shuddered. You clung to him as he continued to fuck you. His thrusts began to stutter, and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in one last, scorching kiss, and you were all too happy to oblige.

  You think he moaned something as he came, but you couldn’t hear it over the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He fucked you through his orgasm, making sure that you felt every single inch of him. As if you could ever forget it. 

  The two of you stayed where you were for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being full a little longer. Your walls fluttered around Aaron, which caused him to muffle his whimpers into your throat.

  “Aaron…” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the moment. “That was so—”

  “I know.”

  “We shouldn’t have done it.”

  “I know.” He pulled back just enough to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, and your whole body burned. “But I don’t regret it. Do you?”

  You shook your head. “Not at all.” The confession lingered in the hair for a tense second because both of you seemed to remember where you were.

  Aaron slowly pulled out of you, an act that looked almost painful for him when you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling. He could have spent all day in you, if given the chance.

  The two of you adjusted yourselves in silence, both of you hoping to be able to leave the room with some semblance of professionalism. At the very least, the goal was to not look like you had just had sex in a courthouse conference room. Shame and embarrassment flooded you — what had you been thinking?

  Once you felt that you were presentable enough, you grabbed your briefcase and tried to ignore Aaron burning a hole in the back of your head with his gaze.

  “Well, Aaron, this was fun.” You cleared your throat. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around at some point.”

  You were two steps away from the door when you heard his smug, courthouse voice come back in full swing.

  “Forgetting something?”

  You turned around in a huff, ready to go right back to arguing with him, but what you saw made your whole body heat up in embarrassment. There was Aaron with a self-satisfied grin and dangling off his finger was your panties.

  “These are cute,” he mused. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to fully appreciate them.”

  You rushed over there, fully prepared to snatch them out of his hand. “And you never will,” you shot, but even as you said it, you didn’t make much of an effort to take them out of his hands. You just stared at him and his swollen lips and mussed hair, all your doing.

  Ever the gentleman, Aaron started to hand your underwear back to you, but instead of taking it back like you knew you should have done, you covered his hand with yours, closing it in a fist around your panties.

  “Who says you can’t?” you whispered, guiding his pantie-filled hand down to his pockets. “This way… You can keep it as collateral. To make sure I’ll come and see you again.”

  His breath hitched in his throat as you guided him to put your panties into his suit pocket, and you were glad to be the one surprising him this time.

  “I don’t care about your fiance,” Aaron started, and you braced yourself for the worse. “But I’m not interested in being the ‘other man’ to your affairs with your assistants, too.”

  “Consider it ended,” you promised, not caring how desperate or easy it made you look. You wanted to keep Aaron around for a long, long time.

  Just until the wedding, you corrected yourself.

  You slung your briefcase over your shoulder, wincing as it dug into a bruise that Aaron had left. It would be there for a while — you’d have to find a way to hide it from Tony until it faded. The thought made you stupidly giddy. “I’ll see you around, Aaron.”

  He nodded in goodbye, and you slipped out of the conference room on shaking legs. As soon as the door closed behind you, you reached into your bag, and reluctantly slipped on your engagement ring.

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Causing A Fuss-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitserkk​)

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Requested by @elennox03 : Can you write an imagine where Anthony’s wife is pregnant and she’s at the very end of her pregnancy and he is trying to make her stay in bed and rest but she refuses and she’s somewhere in the house and she goes into labor and Anthony freaks out and then after the baby is born a little cute dad Anthony fluff?

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Hyacinth Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Violet Bridgerton x Reader (mother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Pregnancy side effects, labour, mention of blood, fluff fluff fluff

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Anthony's strides were quick as he explored the house, desperately seeking his wife. Members of staff were ambushed with questions, startled by his tone. When he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would huff and storm off again. Where was his beloved? She wasn't where she was supposed to be.

(Y/N) laid back on the sofa as Hyacinth fanned her, the pregnant woman also fanning herself. She was just too hot, she was tired and her feet felt like they had been hit with a hammer. Her shoes were on the floor, it was far too painful to be wearing them.

"Thank you so much darling." (Y/N) said to her sister-in-law.

"Is it really that bad?" Hyacinth asked.

(Y/N) wanted to say yes. Despite pregnancy being an extraordinary feeling, the emotions and connections you made with your unborn child were confusing, there were quite a few downsides; the sickness, the tiredness, not being able to fit into your dresses or shoes, as well as feeling every single type of emotion everyday. But after seeing the young girls scared face, she knew she couldn't be entirely truthful.

"No, of course not." (Y/N) smiled, sitting up slightly."It can just get a little tiring sometimes. Have you ever held a baby?"

She nodded.

"It was heavier than you imagined, hm? Well, my baby is a little heavy right now. But they will be here soon."

"I'm very excited to meet them. I can't wait to be an auntie!"

(Y/N) melted at that."You'll be an amazing auntie."

"Here you are." Anthony entered the room, relieved to see (Y/N), until he saw what state she was in."What is wrong? Hyacinth, why didn't you fetch for me sooner?"

Anthony rushed to his wife's side, snatching the fan from his sister and fanning his wife. (Y/N) was irritated whenever Anthony was like this, it was sweet that he cared, but her fuse was short. She was resting, not bed ridden.

"I am not returning to bed Anthony. I do not wish to bicker with you." (Y/N) made it clear."I am just hot, that is all."

"The doctor advised that you stay in bed for most of the day-"

"Anthony, I cannot stay cooped up all day, laying down and doing nothing. I would go simply mad. And I have spoken to friends who are or have been pregnant, none of them did that."

"They are not professionally trained."

"That doctor has never carried a baby."

"(Y/N) said it isn't that heavy." Hyacinth spoke up.

Anthony slowly turned his head to his sister. "This is a matter for the grown ups. Go and...play somewhere."

Hyacinth knew better than to argue with Anthony, rolling her eyes before leaving. (Y/N) pursed her lips at her husband's behaviour.

"Did I ever mention how amazing you are with children?"

Anthony smirked."Well, it's a bit late to be getting lessons on childcare, isn't it?"

(Y/N) giggled, taking Anthony's hand and placing it on her bump. Anthony loved touching her growing bump. It had been strange to see his wife changing shape before his eyes. He was so used to her body having run his hands over every angle, seeing it every day from the time they were married. But it made him fall even more in love with her, if that was even possible. Anthony could write a hundred pages expressing his love for his wife, and it would still never be enough.

"I still can't believe we're having a baby." he breathed out.

(Y/N) scoffed."Are you saying I've always looked like this?"

Anthony laughed."Of course not. But no matter how much you talk about such a thing, no matter how much preparation you do, it just seems surreal."

(Y/N) hummed in response, putting her hand on top of his."I've loved carrying them, but it is time for them to come out into the world."

"Still not saying whether it's a boy or girl?"

(Y/N) shook her head."I just don't feel one way about it. Not that I care about that, as long as they're healthy."

"I still say boy."

"You would."

"You just said you didn't care."

"I don't."

"(Y/N), please can you just promise me one thing?"

"Anthony, I am not staying in bed-"

"Stay by my side as much as possible. The baby is due soon and I want to ensure you are safe when the time comes."

"Oh, Anthony, I'm with you for a majority of the day anyway."

"I know but, if there are moments where I am not present, I want to have a sound mind that you are in safe hands, such as family or a member of staff."

"Well, you know I'm not going to be leaving the house, much to my annoyance. So I will be guarded all day and night."

"You're making it sound like you're a prisoner."

"I'm just being dramatic. I just want to meet our child now."

"Well, I can't deny either of those statements."

Anthony wasn't exaggerating when he said he wanted (Y/N) beside him at all times. From then on, they were seen with each other anywhere they went in the house. Anthony didn't go out as much as he did, and he instructed there always be staff in every room and corridor. She didn't mind it, however, as her due date grew closer, the more nervous she became. Unfortunately, that meant her temper was shorter, she became more snappy and tired, and she didn't want everyone constantly reminding her that she was about to give birth. (Y/N) tried so hard to not take it out on her husband, but because he was the one always beside her, he was the only person she could lash out at.

"Anthony, I'm sorry but I just need a few moments alone. I'll return soon, just...let me calm down. I'm sorry." she apologised as she walked away from him, having screamed about how frustrated she was.

She didn't hide her deep breathing as she waddled down the corridors, passing by staff that worryingly watched her. (Y/N) wanted to calm her heart rate, try and clear her mind. Feeling too many eyes on her, (Y/N) escaped into the nearest room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"(Y/N)?" Hyacinth said behind her.

(Y/N) sighed. Would she ever be alone again?

"What are you doing in my playroom? I thought you would be with Anthony."

She was playing with her dolls, three propped up in mini chairs, as was she, as they indulged in an imaginary afternoon tea. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that, envisioning her child playing in this room.

"Sorry darling, I just...I needed some time away from the grown ups."

"Oh, alright. Would you like to join us for tea?" she gestured to the chair beside her, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

"I don't think I would fit in that chair, even if I wasn't with child. I'll take the rocking chair. You carry on darling, I'm sorry for the interruption."

Her aching feet carried her to the chair, cautiously lowering down onto it. She rocked her heels back and forth, though did so slowly in case it caused any nausea. Hyacinth continued her game as if (Y/N) wasn't there, but kept her voice quiet to be respectful. (Y/N) closed her eyes, finally feeling the stress lift for just a moment when a jolt of pain in her stomach startled her. It made her let out a cry, clutching onto her bump as she leaned forward. Hyacinth jumped at the sudden noise, suddenly frightened at the way (Y/N) sounded and looked.

(Y/N)'s breathing got faster and deeper, yelling out as an unbearable feeling coursed through her. Her hands wrapped around her torso, willing the feeling to stop. A shocked noise escaped her when she felt herself go wet in the chair, liquid dripping down her legs.

"Hyacinth, get Anthony!" (Y/N) groaned, thankful a staff member rushed in. Hyacinth didn't have to be told twice, running as quickly as she could to fetch her brother. She had never seen anyone in such a state, no one had ever mentioned this pain when having a baby. Tears were in her eyes as she finally found Anthony, who was standing with her two other brothers at the staircase.

"Hyacinth, what's wrong?" Benedict was the first to notice the little girl running towards him.

She immediately grabbed Anthony's hand, gripping tightly onto it."Quickly!"

"What's happened?" Anthony asked her her fretting.

"(Y/N)'s having the baby!"

A second of silence passed before Anthony sprinted in the direction his sister came from. He only had to follow the sound of screaming to find his wife. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she was meant to be upstairs in a comfortable position, surrounded by women staff that were prepared. He halted in the doorway when he saw her clutching onto the servant's arm as she struggled to stand from the chair. He snapped an order at another servant who followed him. The doctor had to get here as soon as possible, and the other students needed to prepare immediately.

"It's alright my love, I'm here. The doctor is on his way." Anthony reassured her as he took her other arm.

"I'm in so much pain Anthony." she wept."I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't have control over my own body. I'm frightened!"

Anthony's heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing his wife like this. He couldn't do anything to help. He couldn't ease the pain. If he could, he would take all of the pain she had and endure it himself. Anthony was a mix of emotions; fear for his wife, excitement to meet his child, terrified at (Y/N)'a reactions and noises. It was all too much, nothing would have prepared him for this.

"Anthony, you must leave!" Violet suddenly appeared.

"Mama, I can't leave her-"

"You wouldn’t want to see this Anthony. Go wait for the doctor, we all know what we’re doing here.”

Anthony knew of the steps to take in this event, it was not proper for a man to be present during the ordeal of birthing. But the love for (Y/N) was urging him to stay and protect her, that was what he was supposed to do as a husband, not abandon her. They went through everything together. Now he was being told to leave because of societies rules.

Benedict and Colin were able to pull away Anthony easier than they thought, due to him being frozen and confused about what he should do. He only registered that (Y/N) was calling for him after they left the room. Fighting against his brothers hold, he ignored their please for him to stop. They didn’t understand. They weren’t married, they had no idea what it was like to be bonded with someone in this way. However, he knew they were right, he had to stay away. All he could do now was help her from outside of the room.

“Where is the doctor?!” he demanded to know from the nearest servant.

“H-he has b-been called upon, Lord Bridgerton.” they stuttered.

“As soon as he arrives, he is to be brought here, quickly! Gather pillows, as many as you can, and blankets, we must ensure my wife is as comfortable as she can be. She should have been giving birth in a bed!”

Benedict and Colin stood back in silence, shocked by the quick turn around in their brother’s behaviour. They didn’t dare say anything in case they were snapped at. 

(Y/N) was clinging onto Violet’s hand as she screamed, hating the way her body had taken over and she couldn’t take back control. Violet remained calm, knowing that (Y/N) could do this. She had birthed all of her children with no complications, she knew how much women had to endure, so Violet was equipped with the necessary grit and vigour to help her daughter-in-law. (Y/N) was grateful to have Violet there.

A gruelling eight hours passed, filled with (Y/N) screaming, crying, cursing, pleading and begging for Anthony. It took every ounce of his willpower to not dash back to her, he would never forgive himself for this. He wished he could change the rules so he could be beside her. He paced with a strong drink in his hand for those eight hours, his brothers sitting down, trying to support him. However, it was getting late, and they found themselves struggling to keep their eyes open. Anthony had got rid of his jacket, sleeves rolled up and shirt buttons undone as he got warm, fretting over what was happening to (Y/N). 

“Lord Bridgerton!” a servant exclaimed as they entered the room, trying to stay composed. 

The men perked up, suddenly awake. Anthony noticed the servant was smiling, which made him relieved.“What is it?”

“Lady Bridgerton has given birth.”

Anthony didn’t need to hear anything else. He instantly ran to where his poor wife had been in labour. Hyacinth would never step foot in that room again. He pushed past anyone that got in his way, halting at the open doors to the playroom. The first thing he saw was blood, a lot of it, alarmed at the sight. But as he entered the room, it was forgotten about when he saw (Y/N)’s grin aimed at the baby wriggling around in her arms. His steps were slow as he approached, scared that he would disturb the peace that had finally fallen in this room. 

“Anthony.” (Y/N) breathed out, clearly exhausted. 

“I’m sorry.” was all Anthony could manage, eyes still fixed on his child. 

“For what?”

“For not being here.”

“You’re here now, and I understand darling. Now come meet your son.”

Anthony’s eyes widened.“I-I have a son? We have a baby boy?”

The doctor who had been crouched beside (Y/N) smiled at the Lord, standing to give the couple their space.“Yes, Lord Bridgerton, you’re now a father and have a son, who is very healthy, just like his mother.”

Violet also backed away, beaming down at her eldest son. She had never imagined him married and settled down so quickly, she expected to have many more years of her son fooling around with women not of a certain standard. Once (Y/N) waltzed in, Violet had seen a change in Anthony, and hope was restored in the Viscount.

“He’s finally here.” (Y/N) smiled as Anthony sat beside her.

“He really is.” one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, whilst the other supported her arms holding the baby.“You’re amazing. You did this (Y/N).”

“We did it.”

“No, no, you did this all by yourself. I’ll be with you every time form now on.”

“Every time? How many are you planning to have?”

He chuckled.“We’ll discuss that later.”

(Y/N) giggled, gently kissing the top of their baby’s forehead. Anthony couldn’t stop smiling, repeating (Y/N)’s actions to her. He had never envisioned this, he didn’t want to be trapped in this life at first. He had so many responsibilities dumped on him after his father died, he wanted to make sure his family was secure and have the freedom for himself; until he met (Y/N), and suddenly, he could see his entire future planned in front of him with this woman. He never fathomed that his heart could give anymore love for anyone else in this world, and he had been proven wrong. (Y/N) was the love of his life, as was his son, and he would protect and cherish them for the rest of his life. 

[queen-of-deans-booty]

LARP and the Real Girl: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Gerry comes back with Monty, and the three of you are on your way. They know where they're going better than you do, so you let them take the lead. By this time, the sun had just set, so it's getting pretty dark in the forest. There are lanterns that they put up, but it's barely enough light to light your way.

"I swear, if anything's happened to her..."

"Dude, we checked all the tents. We'll talk to these guys. We'll find her," Sam assures his brother.

Gerry and Monty stop in a small clearing, telling you that this is the meeting place.

"Ca-caw! Ca-caw!" Monty caws like a bird.

"Ca-caw! Ca-caw!" a man says from inside the dark forest.

Three Shadow Orcs in cloaks walk into the clearing, carrying flashlights. The Shadow Orc in the middle has the Tree of Pain symbol on a crest in the middle of his shirt.

"Greetings, heretics," Gerry says.

"You should kneel before me, cur."

"Alright, why don't you let me--"

"Silence!" Gerry shouts, silencing Dean. "Now, before we exchange, a few announcements."

The Shadow Orc with the Tree symbol takes out his fake teeth and moves closer to Gerry.

"Um, there is a peewee-league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we have to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field."

Dean is sick and tired of this, so he removes his gun that he stashed into his costume.

"That's it. You know what? I'm gonna do this the old-fashioned way."

"Dean, don't," Sam tries, but it goes over his head.

"No, I'm--"

"I told you there are--"

"Shut up," Dean says to Gerry and raises the gun in front of the Shadow Orcs. "I need real answers. This is a real gun, see?"

Dean points his gun to the ground and shoots, scaring everyone there but you and Sam.

"This is so hot," you whisper so that only Sam can hear.

"Really?" Sam says, disgusted.

"Now, start talking. Where's the queen?!" Dean yells.

"I don't know!"

"Yeah, well, your little family crest there tells a different story, pal."

"This?" the Shadow Orc points to his chest. "I got sick last month after this thing just appeared." He takes off his right gauntlet and pushes up the sleeve of his right arm. There is the tree symbol on his arm like Ed and Lance had. "I thought it looked really cool, so I turned it into my family crest. I mean, after my dermatologist said it wasn't malignant."

"Dean, he's not our guy. He's just another victim," Sam says.

"My name is Max Hilby. I'm an attorney. I have no idea where the queen is, but if you let me go right now, I won't press charges. I promise." He takes off his fake ears and holds them with his gauntlet to Dean. "Take them. Please."

"Go. Go! Go!"

The three Shadow Orcs run away, scared of Dean. Your husband turns to face everyone else, all with different expressions on their faces.

"What?" He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "What?"

"Is the queen really in danger?" Monty asks, taking out his teeth. You and Dean nod simultaneously. "Okay, there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy."

"Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?" Sam asks.

"Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her."

"I don't think you're her type," Dean puts it plainly.

Dean and Sam walk in the direction where Monty pointed to, and Gerry follows behind them, oddly silent.

"You don't really have what she's looking for," you state.

"What is it? I can get a haircut or lose some weight."

You want to tell him he doesn't have a vagina, but you resist the comment. You shake your head and follow the brothers with Joanna jogging to catch up with you. Monty kind of gives up and heads back to camp, but Gerry is adamant on following you to the tent. Like what Monty said, there is a tent all by its lonesome.

"Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here," Dean says.

"Two handmaidens and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady."

"Look, this isn't a game, Gerry. The queen, our friend, is in real danger. You could get hurt," you say.

"I will not leave my queen in peril."

"Your funeral."

You and the brothers head inside the tent where Charlie and some random girl are making out on the bed. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away to give them some sort of privacy. Dean clears his throat, and Charlie jumps away from the woman in shock.

"Dudes. If the tent is rockin', don't come a-knockin'."

"No, it's him! My master!" the woman gasps, pointing at the person behind you. You turn to see Gerry standing there with a smirk on his face. You back up with Joanna's hand in your own. You get to where Charlie and the woman are, and you put Joanna's hand behind you, and Charlie looks down at it. She understands what you must be telling her to do. You're the one with the magic, and you won't be able to use it if you're worried about Joanna. She takes her hand and pulls the child close to her body to keep her away from the danger.

Sam and Dean take out their guns, but Gerry only smirks at them, unaffected by their threats.

"No guns in Moondoor, gentlemen. Gilda, if you please?"

The woman Charlie was making out with sighs and made a hand motion. At a mere thought, the guns turn into feathers which flutter to the ground.

"Well, now what, Gerry?"

"My name is Boltar the Furious!" he yells in anger. "My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the Queen that I should be her King. Then you three idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from the Orcs, become King, kill you three--that'll work, too."

Like hell is is putting a hand on you.

"So, why did you go from hobbling to murder?" Sam asks.

"Greyfox and Thargrim became part of the honor guard. They got close to the Queen, but they did it by breaking the rules--paying off other players with real money, rather than Moondoor currency. They were cheating!"

"Oh, and using magic isn't?" you ask.

"Magic is a part of Moondoor."

"What is your problem? Why would you hurt people? This is just a game," Charlie says.

"There is no game!" he yells at her. "There is only Moondoor! I came here to be different, to get away from my shitty life to be a hero."

"You're a loser in the real world, and you're a loser here."

"Would a loser track down a real book of spells and compel a fairy to do his bidding?"

"It depends. How'd you get it?"

Gerry pauses and looks up in uncertainty.

"eBay."

"Look. It doesn't have to be like this, Boltar. Just hand over the book of spells. We can work this out," Sam tries to convince him.

"This will all work out after I remove you from the playing field and wipe her memory." Gerry picks up a wooden sword and looks at the fairy. "Gilda?"

Gilda sighs once more and waves her hand, causing his fake sword to turn into a very sharp one.

"Gilda, the big one."

Gilda regretfully makes a hand motion, and the suit of armor behind Sam grabs him around the neck and waist. She must have spelled it to be stronger than him, because Sam can't get out of it. With Sam out of the question, it's down to you and Dean is obviously going to try before you do, and he swings his own wooden sword, but Gerry's sword cuts it in half easily.

Dean rushes at Gerry and punches him across the face, causing a book to fall onto the ground. Gerry doesn't seem to notice that it fell because he makes no move to get to it. Gerry slams the butt of the sword into Dean's face, making the older Winchester out of commission as well.

It's up to you, and you're going to make sure that he doesn't hurt anyone else. You take a few steps toward Gerry, and he turns to face you. He looks at your pregnant belly and scoffs, thinking this will be easy.

"I don't want to do this to you."

"You won't get the chance to."

He swings his sword at you, and with your magic, you grab the blade end. You look up at his shocked face, and your entire eyes are glowing with blue magic. Your magic is preventing the sword from cutting you, and it's strong enough that when Gerry tries to yank it away from you, he can't.

"I'd rather not kill you in front of my kid, but I will."

"She can't stop him. You must destroy the book," you hear Glinda say to Charlie.

With Gerry distracted by you, Charlie keeps Joanna safe off to the side before dashing to the book. She takes out a dagger she found inside the tent and raises it above the book.

"Hey, Gerry. I'm the one who saves damsels in distress around here."

Gerry looks down at his belt where he thought his book was, and Charlie stabs the book with the dagger as hard as she could. You let go of the sword and let your eyes return back to normal as you step back. Gerry freaks out and begins yelling at Charlie for ruining his plan.

The suit of armor holding Sam back falls to the ground, Sam and Dean's guns return back to normal, and the sword in Gerry's hand returns back to its wooden state. Gerry isn't too confident about his odds now, but he still tries to overpower Dean who is already on his feet. He swings the wooden sword at him, and your husband catches it in his hands. With the butt of that sword, he smashes it into Gerry's face, knocking him out completely.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asks Glinda.

Joanna runs over to Dean who picks her up and holds her close.

"I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins."

Gilda moves to Gerry, but Charlie stops her before she can get too far. She pulls the fairy into her and kisses her for a few seconds. Glinda pulls away with a smile then winks at Charlie. She and Gerry both disappear in a twinkle and shimmer of lights.

It's late at night, and you'd rather leave this place when you've gotten a good night's sleep.

It's mid-morning when you finally wake up, and you're glad the Winchesters decided to let you sleep as long as you could. You really needed it, and when you leave Charlie's tent, they're talking in a small huddle.

"Sleeping Beauty. You're awake," Dean smiles.

"I needed those eight hours," you chuckle.

"So, what's next for you, Charlie? New town? New identity?" Sam asks.

"If the last twenty-four hours have taught me anything, it's that escaping isn't what it used to be. No more replacement characters for me. I gotta face reality from now on. Sadly, reality actually includes monsters, but what are you gonna do? If I can ever be of help to you guys, let me know."

"Are you okay, Charlie?" you yawn.

"Apart from the fact that you blocked me from banging a fairy, and I'm about to lose my crown in battle because my army is decimated? Yeah. Totally good." She starts to leave, but then turns back and holds up her hand in a Vulcan salute. "Smell you later, bitches."

"So, what's next?" Dean asks his brother. "Because no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You need time, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks. You're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?" Sam grins.

You wish you could be part of this, but you're too pregnant to participate. Joanna is with you off to the side while Sam and Dean get dressed up to take part in the Battle of the Kingdoms. This is going to be really funny to watch, so you take out your phone and start recording this. This is something you want to hang over Sam and Dean's heads for as long as you can.

There are speakers hooked up so that epic battle music can be played while the battle takes place. Two armies of costumed LARPers are lined up facing each other. Dean is wearing a long-haired wig, and half of his face is painted red and the other half is painted white. He also wears two Orc ears on a string around his neck. Sam's hair is in a ponytail, and two opposite quarters of his face are painted red, and a further quarter is painted white.

"Dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they will never take..."

"Hold!"

You laugh at Dean's dramatic speech. It's the only one he knows, and it's from Braveheart. Joanna sits in between your legs and claps at her father's speech. She definitely gets her theatrics from him. The music comes to a stop as a frisbee sails onto the ground in the space between the two armies. A random man jogs to get the frisbee, apologizing for ruining their game.

"Uh, my bad," he chuckles.

The man picks up the frisbee and quickly jogs off the field. The music resumes, giving back the dramatics to the players. Dean gets back into his speech mode and holds up his fake sword.

"... our freedom!!"

Both armies cheer and start to run at each other. You can't help but smile because even through every dark and depressing moment of your life, you can still find the little things to enjoy.

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