#i am so glad that fucking test turned out positive this morning

[greenconverses]

i've had chronic abdominal pain off/on on my right side for the last... oh, two years now, and after a barrage of tests for all sorts of things and stint with pelvic floor therapy (kill me), i think we've finally fucking figured out what's wrong with me thank god

[magicalqueennightmare]

Jealousy

After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand

Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.

You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.

You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"

You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.

She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"

She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.

After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"

She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"

You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"

You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"

You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"

Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.

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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.

The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"

You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.

"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"

Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.

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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"

You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.

When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.

The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"

You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"

You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.

When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"

You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"

You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.

"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.

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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"

She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"

She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"

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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.

He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"

Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"

You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?

He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?

Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?

You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.

Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"

Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"

The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.

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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"

Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"

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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.

What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?

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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.

You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"

He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.

When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.

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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"

"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"

"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"

You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"

Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"

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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.

You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"

A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"

His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.

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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"

Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.

You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.

"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"

He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"

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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"

His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.

One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.

His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.

You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"

He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"

He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"

You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"

[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

Dear Frankie Chapter Nine

Summary: The longer you are with Frankie the harder the baby talk becomes, even harder is the deployments.  Distance is never easy but the homecoming is the sweetest  Words: 5406 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT

A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there.  Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have.  But it's fan fiction and there are no rules.  While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. 

A/N/N: Sorry its been so long since an update. Work got a bit crazy, and with the lack of engagement on writing its been hard to find motivation to want to write. If you like the story please reblog.

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

The warmth radiating from beneath you, the slow steady beat of his heart under your ear, the rough calloused fingertips gently brush over your spine sending shivers down your arm.  You stir just a bit, Frankie’s lips press to your temple, “Good Morning Estrellita” his voice still raspy from sleep.  You groan and nuzzle your face into his chest.  It was good to have the house back to just the two of you…and Benny.  Frankie’s Moms one day stay turned into a week.  As nice as it was hearing stories of Frankie as a kid, you wanted nothing more for it to just be the two of you.  It sounded bad, you know it did. But you wanted Frankie to yourself, you wanted to be selfish.  His fingers stop moving up and down your spine, one hand moving to your chin, tilting it up so you face him.  He looks down at you, his hair a mess from the shenanigans from the night before.  He gently pulls your chin towards him and you take the hint, meeting him halfway in a tentative kiss. 

“Good Morning…” you sigh “I thought you had Flight Training this morning” he starts to frown “no…no I am more than happy to wake like this, but it was unexpected” 

His hand wraps around your neck, thumb running along your jawbone, “too windy, training stuff moved indoors.  Not needed till noon” his hand grabs your bare ass

You move your leg, slowly starting to straddle him.  Brushing some hair behind his ear, “oh…” you lean down, lips almost touching his “and what exactly do you plan on doing till then?”

“I’ve got a few ideas”

The countdown on your phone seems to be moving in slow motion. The test sitting on the counter. It wasn’t readable, and you were glad you bought more than one. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, Heather was there holding your hand. Frankie was still working out, or whatever it was he did for training. Your legs bounce as each second that passes feels like a lifetime 

“Fuck, what the fuck is taking so long?” You shake your head 

“Hey…hey, it’s ok. We’ll find out soon” Heather is calm, calmer than you “have you talked about it yet?” 

“No…his Mom just kept going on and on, and I don’t know. I feel like I just, it was like everywhere I looked when I was with her was babies” you look up at her “I’ve been avoiding the talk, the way he talked about it with his Mom. I don’t think he wants them” 

The alarm on your phone sounds, scaring you a bit. You jump up from the tub, grabbing the test off the counter, positive “Fuck…” you groan. Hand covering your face. Heather takes the test from your hand, confirming that it said positive. 

She hands you the bottle of water, “we’ve got two more tests” you take the bottle of water and down it as quickly as you can. 

A baby…a baby. Was this something you wanted, I thought about it. But now, I’m terrified. We aren’t ready for a kid.  

It was getting dark, Frankie still wasn’t home. You had made dinner and extra plates for the boys were in the fridge. After finishing the dishes you find yourself in your PJ’s curled up on the couch. Looking out the big picture window in the living room you watch as a little girl rides her bike down the street, her parents not too far behind. The woman, pregnant as the couple walked hand in hand.  Could that be the future for you and him, is it even something he wanted. You had put off the conversation long enough and you knew it was now or possibly never.

You didn’t hear him come in, you didn’t hear Benny yell a ‘thank you’ as he took his plate of food down the hall to his room. Your eyes were fixed on the blank screen, playing every possible way the conversation could go. You were so focused you didn’t even realize that he had been upstairs and taken a shower. You finally notice he’s home when you feel the cushion dip.

“You ok?” He asks

“We need to talk…” you say, tears already threatening to fall

He groans sitting up from the couch “what?” It must have been a bad day 

“What would you say, if I told you I was pregnant?” This wasn’t how you wanted to bring the subject up, but with all the talk of babies, and Frankie getting to ‘know you’ again it was totally possible. When Frankie had left in the morning you felt sick to your stomach, calling Heather panicked and unsure what to do, she was there with no questions and stayed with you.  The last two tests were negative, you have a doctors appointment next week to confirm, but the test that was unreadable finally came back as a negative test.

“Fuck…are you?” The tone of his voice was something between anger, shock and panic “I…I leave in a few weeks. Shit, you can’t be…” he gets up, racking his hands through his hair, he was starting to pace. 

“Not exactly the reaction was I was expecting” you cross your arms, “and seeing as you…we don’t exactly use a condom every time, it’s not impossible”

“I’m not the one that complains about how they feel” he retorts 

‘Oh so it’s my fault?” you yell at him, standing up from the couch “maybe if someone didn’t want to go second and third rounds every time”

“You don’t seem to complain when I do…” he rolls his eyes

“You know what fuck you Francisco, this is just as much on you as it is me” You shove him and make your way to the stairs, he reaches for your arm put you pull away, running up them to your shared room. Slamming the door closed you walk into the bathroom, the tests staring up at you from the trash can. You blink away the tears, Frankie was always careful with his words, he never yelled at you. He never made you feel so small, and unloved until today. Until this moment. “I guess we didn’t need to have the talk, that right there answered everything” you say quietly. 

“Shit…” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. 

Benny had just emerged from his room with his dirty plate, seeing Frankie sitting on the bottom step. Tears threatening to fall, elbows on his knees and his face in hands. Benny taps his foot and he looks up and the blonde hair man “you ok?” 

Frankie shakes his head, “I think I fucked up, she told me she was pregnant…” he rubs the back of his neck, “I told her she couldn’t, I’m leaving and I was mad. And now she’s up there and I don’t know how to fix it” 

“Tell her the truth, she loves you Fish. I don’t know why, but she does. The only way to fix it, talk to her.” Benny rubs his friend's shoulder. “It’ll be ok” 

You can hear him calling your name from the other side of the door “please…I’m sorry. Please, open the door” his voice now quiet. You could hear him knock on the door again, groaning as he pushed his back against the door and sliding down. “Well, I’m just gonna sit here…and wait. You know how hard it is for me to talk…but I’m gonna talk now…I had a shitty Dad, if you can even call him that.  He left me and my Mom a few days after I was born, and having a kid scares me because I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to be like him” his voice grows quiet, “I don’t want to fail you” 

You crack open the door, he doesn’t look up.  He was sitting on the ground, looking down at his hands picking the hangnail he had.  You sit next to him, even after all this time Frankie still hated talking about his feelings.  He was always one of few words, he would rather his actions speak for him and he knew he always ended up saying the wrong things.  He finally looks towards you as you go to open your mouth “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I love you so much, and I am just…”

“Kiss?” you ask, you cup his cheek thumb brushing over the cheekbone 

He shakes his head no and he can see the sadness in your face “we…we, need to talk about this…are you pregnant?” he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips.  

‘No” you pull your hand away swallowing hard “I thought I was, all the baby talk…and I took a few tests. I was late and I was scared”

“Do you want kids?” He asks

“I don’t know…I really don’t know” you lean your head back 

It wasn’t the way I had expected the conversation with you to go. Before I had met you I think the answer to kids would have been overwhelmingly yes.  But it changed when I met you, learning that you were in the Army changed my mind on having kids. I didn’t want them to go through the thing that I had to. Having you not there for things, having you miss milestones in their life. I don’t see us with the white picket fence and red brick house…2.5 kids running in the yard with a dog and us sitting on the porch swing watching them as the sun sets…that’s not you and me. That will never be us. 

“I don’t want to miss those things either” he wraps his hands around yours, “I think I want them…at some point, but I want to be there. I want to be here. For soccer games, and bike riding, and loosing their first tooth and first heartbreak” 

“I don’t know what the future holds, I don’t know if it’s an apartment in the city” Frankie scoffs “or a house in the countryside…I just know I want you in it. If it involves kids, great…if it’s just you and me, great.  Whatever it is, I just want it to be with you”

“Really?” He asks, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand

You nod, “really…I’d go with you anywhere. I love you Francisco Morales” 

“I love you”

December 2013 Saying goodbye to you was never easy, saying goodbye to you and not knowing when I will be able to hear your voice again, to see your face again is nearly impossible. Never knowing where you are, never knowing if you’re safe or not terrifies me…

The steam from the shower fills the room, the mirror completely fogged, you try to find something along the tiled wall to hold on to. Moans of his name fall from your lips, while he pants in your ear, his chest pressed against your back thrusting deeper into you. His hands gripping your waist, making sure you can remember him while he’s away. “Shhhit, mmmm Fraaaaaaank, I’m I”mmmm” you head lolls back against his shoulders

“All right baby, come on” his expert fingers work you until you are clenching around him, your legs shaking.  His nose runs along your cheek “that’s is baby, I love you” he says as his teeth grab your earlobe

You reach behind you, hand wrapping around his neck, his lips on your neck… “mmmm do you have to go?” You close your eyes, fingertips massaging the nape where the curls use to be at the base of  his neck. 

“I wish I didn’t” he sighs, slowly slipping out of you and spinning you towards him, “you know I’d stay if I could” 

You gently pull him towards you, lips searching for him again. The warm water falling on to Frankie’s back, his hands wrapped around you bringing your bodies closer together. “I don’t have much more time” 

“I know…” your voice cracks “…I can think of a few ways to spend the time” 

“Ehhh Fish…Stella, Look I’m glad you two made up and all but if I get punished for you making us late, I’m gonna be pissed Cat you hear another rasp at the door and Benny’s voice. 

Laughing into Frankie’s shoulder you pull your head back, looking at the cheeky grin on his face, water dripping down his perfectly shaped face, another knock and Benny’s pleading voice you can’t help but match Frankie’s grin and laugh.  “We’ll be out in a minute Ben” he shouts 

“You think you can finish that quickly, hmm?” You lean into kiss him

“I never back down from a challenge” 

He let you drive his truck, his baby…you pulled up next to Will and Claire watching them say their good-byes.  Killing the engine Benny hops out of the truck, you weren’t late. You were perfectly on-time. You didn’t want to be, you wanted to be late, you wanted to keep him from leaving even if that meant he could lose his status. You watch as he puts his hat on before getting out of the truck, his eyes focused ahead. His head reaches for the door handle pulling it open ready to grab his stuff and finish the job he had reluctantly taken because of Tom.

You meet him at the back of the truck, he flips the tailgate back up and drops his bag on the ground quickly replacing the bag with you in his arms.  Wrapping your arms around his neck, breathing him in one last time. Tears threatening to fall, he pulls back thumbs quickly moving to wipe away the tears. “Hey…hey…” he whispers, “it’s gonna be ok. We’ve done this before” 

Sucking in your bottom lip, trying to not let more tears fall “yeah, but I knew where you were going then…and when you’d be home” 

He brings your lips to his, he didn’t want to say goodbye anymore then you did. You were right, this time was different, the location was a secret even to him. He wouldn’t be told where he was going until they landed, he didn’t know how long he was going to be away, and he hated the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to talk to you.

“Do you have to go? Can’t you just tell them your sick or something” you place a quick kiss “Please, stay with me” 

“I wish I could…it doesn’t work like that” he sighs, pulling back.  His hands move back to your waist, he slowly is drifting away. Drifting back to combat Frankie, the Frankie that shuts off his humanity “do something for me?”

“If you say live my life and if something better comes along go for it, I swear to God Frankie” 

He cracks a smile and a small laugh, a small bit of Frankie was still there, “I was gonna say take care of my baby”

You look at him, “but I’m not…” 

He taps the tailgate of the truck, you shake your head “I meant the truck” he laugh

“Oh that’s right your a comedian…” you push him back “I love you” you say hugging him tightly one last time 

“I love you too”

“Love you Stella” Benny shouts as he begins his walk towards the hanger 

“Love you Benjamin” you laugh…“Come back to me, ok”

“Nothing will keep me from coming back to you” his arms tighten around you, breathing in your scent, committing the strawberry smell of your shampoo to memory “I love you” he whispers kissing the top of your head before moving to your lips. 

“Catfish…time to go” Tom shouts 

“I love you” you say, he pulls away. Reluctantly bending down and grabbing his bag, and you watch as he walks away for you don’t know how long. 

The ringtone is loud, the screen light filling the room. You have no idea what time it is, and no one has called you in weeks. You hand fumbles for your phone on the nightstand before you finally are able to grab it and bring it to your ear. 

“Hello” your voice groggy with sleep, rubbing your eyes trying to wake up. 

“Hey baby” the voice crackles on the other end

“Frankie?” You question. 

Six months of sleeping without him. Six months of missing him. Six months, you’ve been through this before but for some reason this time was so much harder. His side of the bed no longer smelled like him, you used his body wash a few times just because you missed it. The bottle was close to empty, you’d stand in the shower and open the bottle bringing it close to your nose, just to try and remember what he smelled like. But it was never good enough. 

“Frankie?” You question again 

“Yeah…hey” you can hear him smile “what are you wearing?” 

“Mmm a cute pair of lacy underwear….one of your button downs…barely buttoned, laying in bed…wishing you were here” you roll onto your back looking up at the ceiling 

“What color?” He asks, his voice lower…raspy

“What color do you want them to be?” You grin, trying to sound flirty

It was good to hear his voice. You close your eyes, imagining that he is lying next to you. You move your hand slowly unbuttoning the few that you have done to keep the shirt closed as you sleep. Sleeping had been hard, you didn’t realize how much you needed him. How accustomed you had become to sleeping next to him. You had recently bought some toys, but nothing felt as good as he did. 

“You know exactly what color I want them…on the floor” his voice goes lower as he growls the command. 

Are we really doing this, you think.  You slide them down and toss them to the floor “what are you wearing?” You ask seductively 

“Now or when this call started?” He asks and you can’t help but giggle 

“I really fucking miss you” you sigh, trying to not let him hear your pain of missing him 

“I miss you too” you can hear gunfire in the background but Frankie continues to talk to you. The gun fire increases and you hear an explosion. Screaming voices muffled, yelling out orders 

“Frankie…Frankie” you say this time you don’t hide your panic

He doesn’t speak, all you can hear is the chaos in the background, “Morales, we gotta go” says a man “MORALES” he yells when another explosion sounds 

“Frankie…” you cry.  

You can hear the phone fall from his hands, the sound of boots hitting the sand. You sit up, screaming his name. One more explosion, and the line goes dead leaving ringing in your ears. A white flash and your eyes snap open. Clutching your hands to your shirt, your heart racing and tears slowly falling from your eyes. You shake your head into the pillow “it was just a dream, he’s ok…it’s ok” you say to yourself. Rolling over to Frankie’s side of the bed you find him laying next to you. A small smile creeps on your face, “Frankie” you sigh.  

Your hand reaches out to touch his face, as your fingertips begin to touch his cheek, his skin is ice cold. You blink a couple times and watch as his skin begins to turn to ash under your touch. You quickly withdraw your hand, you try to scream but nothing comes out. Your heart feels like it is about to beat out of your chest, tears flowing like a river down your cheeks. You try to scream again, and still nothing comes out. 

“FRANKIE” you finally manage to yell looking at the pile of bones now next to you 

Your body jolts you upright. Rubbing your eyes as you look next to you, the bed is empty and cold. Frankie was never there. You're still in the hoodie and shorts you had fallen asleep in, you hadn’t slept in weeks and it was taking its toll.  Throwing your legs to the side of the bed, you grab your phone off the nightstand before standing up. The screen illuminates under your touch. A photo of you and Frankie, his arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your shoulder. His smile reached from ear to ear, your eyes were closed with a smile on your face. His scruffy facial hair tickled your shoulder. It was small moments like this that you missed, moments like this that you cherished. 

Your hand stops just before you are about to knock. Why were you here, she has a baby, she has bigger problems to deal with. You complaining about a nightmare was something she A) doesn’t care about B) doesn’t have time for and C) she doesn’t even really know you despite Tom and Frankie being on the same team. 

May 2014 It started a few weeks ago. It was always hard to sleep without you, but I never had nightmares as bad as these. It’s always the same, hearing the last moments of your life, hearing the screams and the gunfire. I don’t want to close my eyes, I don’t want these dreams to become reality. I don’t know what to do

“Hi, I…I’m sure I’m the last person you want to see but I need your help” you ask when the door opens to Molly standing there cradling the baby against her. It was 6am and she was the only person you knew that would be up. 

She steps aside “come on in…” she says softly and you nod slowly stepping past her, “what’s wrong?” she asks closing the door as carefully as she can to not wake the sleeping newborn. 

“Do you ever have nightmares?” you ask sitting down on a small chair, “about Tom?” 

“I’m married to him…everyday is a nightmare” she sits down on the couch across from you, adjusting the baby in her arms. 

You don’t know how to respond, you look at her confused, silent. Scratching your head looking for the right words to respond to her. “It was a joke, you can laugh at that. I know how he is to some people” Tessa, the small baby on her arms starts to stir, “shhh baby, shhh it’s alright” she coos

“I just can’t stop them, every night they happen. It’s always the same dream” you sigh and lean forward. Your face falls into your hands “I haven’t slept in weeks” 

You look up, realizing the words you just said to her. She’s been by herself with the baby. Feedings, changing, everything she’s had to do alone…guilt begins to wash over you. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean I…” 

“It’s alright, I get it. I’ve had dreams worrying about Tom too. It’s normal, it happens” she says “you just have to find that happy place when you want to sleep…” 

July 2014 That happy place…easier said than done. ‘You need to pleasure yourself if you want to sleep well’ she told me, Frankie I’ve tried that.  It doesn’t work and the nightmares, they keep happening, they feel all too real. ‘Get new toys," she said Frankie, I hope I get a chance to tell you things before you get stopped at the gate, because you’re gonna have fun with Officer Collins…sorry about that.  I did what she said, it took way too long and I am sure the guy at the store thought there was something wrong with me.  Holding up the boxes measuring the thickness of them but nothing compares to you. I laid in bed that night, pretending my fingers were yours.  Thinking of how you tell me you love me, how you work me to just the edge before you fill me. But it didn’t work, I couldn’t get the speed right, I couldn’t hit that spot that you have so masterfully found

I had to find a way, I needed to figure out how to find that spot, that happy spot so the nightmares would stop. You close your eyes, hands on the edge of the tub you were straddling.  Pretending it was Frankie below you, you lift up just enough before sliding back down on the purple silicone dildo, sucking in your bottom lip “Pretend it’s him, you need to imagine him” Molly’s words from earlier enter your mind. “Frankie…mmmm” you start to pick up your pace, softly moaning each time you slide back down. 

“That’s it, yes…” you sigh

“Come on baby, come on” you imagine him grunting, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly leaving his fingerprints that you would happily find in the morning

Your moans grow louder, imagining his encouraging words, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you felt with him.  Your legs begin to shake, toes curling, the first orgasm you were able to have since he had been gone. You slowly ride it out, opening your eyes to the tub below you.  A tear from missing him falls, a good moment comes to an end when you remember you are alone.  Shaking your head you slowly remove the dildo, and turn on the water.  Rinsing it and yourself before you crawl into the empty bed.  One of his shirts and a pair of boxers that you had given him to replace some of his old ones that he refused to throw away. You curl into a ball, pray for the nightmares to stay away before you close your eyes. 

October 2014 Molly was right, from that night on I did the same thing. It never felt as satisfying as you, the way you would kiss my neck. The way you would hold me after.  The way your fingers would travel up and down my spine.  The fingers that were so rough and so capable of killing, but when with me…they were soft, tender and caring. The nightmares had subsided. But in a sick way, I missed those dreams

It had been a long week, planning for the haunted house and fall festival the radio station put on was grueling work. Sure the promotion meant that it wasn’t you stuck at the booth for the early mornings or late nights, but it did mean that it was up to you to schedule and plan. It was hard to think, it had been just about a year since he had been gone and all you could think about was him.

Finally getting home, taking a shower and putting on a pair of leggings and hoodie you made yourself a TV dinner. Cooking for one all the time was hard, and sometimes you just didn’t have it in you to actually make something.  The microwave beeps letting you know the food was done, and you plop on the sofa with the chicken nugget meal on your lap.  Finishing dinner you put the empty tray on the coffee table and lean back, closing your eyes and glad it was Friday night. Your phone vibrates in your hoodie pocket, pulling it out it’s a number you don’t recognize with a DC area code.  

“Hello?” You answer

“Hi” he responds, his voice soft.  A voice you haven’t heard except for in your mind

“Frankie?” You ask 

“Hey Estrella” and you can sense a smile “What are you doing Sunday?” 

You don’t answer, you blink a few times.  Shaking your head, a dream had never started like this, this has to be real right? You pinch your leg “Ow…” you say 

“Are you ok, what’s wrong?” He asks quickly, unaware that your ‘ow’ had been heard

“Yeah, yeah I’m good…Frankie, sorry. I’m fine, I just, I’m not doing anything…are you in DC?” 

“Yeah, I’m coming home” you hear those three words and you can’t help the sudden smile. “I land at 1430…” 

“I’ll see you then” there was no hiding the excitement in your voice “I really fucking miss you” 

“I missed you too, I’ll be home soon. I love you. Oh one more thing, being my baby” 

“But I’m not…oh wait you mean your truck. Yeah, yeah of course. I love you Francisco” 

Was it real? Was my mind just playing a trick on me. 

You were running late, the parking lot was already full. It was just a dream, you think to yourself. Finally finding a place you pull in. Grabbing your purse you lock his truck and run to the waiting area. The crowd of people greeting their loved ones and you can’t see a thing that is happening. Finding an empty bench you step up and look over everyone. Trying to find Frankie, maybe he really was just a dream. 

You cross your arms over your chest, holding yourself together so you don't fall apart. You’re so focused on watching the people in front of you that you don’t feel the presence of the person next to you. “Whatcha waiting for?” 

“My boy…” you turn to look at the person standing next to you “…FRANKIE!” You shout his name and launch yourself at him, nearly knocking the two of you off the small wooden bench. Wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Hey” he says as you knock the wind out of him for a moment and he wraps his arms around you. 

You pull back, arms still wrapped around his neck. You grab his face and lean in to kiss him with as much passion as you can muster with tears starting to fall. He returns the kiss, arms tighten around your waist. If it was possible for two to become one you know Frankie and you would have morphed into one body. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you” you say in between peppering his face with kisses 

He grins, giving you one quick kiss, “I love you too. Let’s go home” 

Frankie throws his bag into the bed of the truck. He gets into the driver's seat before you can stop him. “What are you doing?” he asks 

“Move over, I wanna take you somewhere” 

“Baby, I’m really tired. I just wanna go home”. He looks at you for a moment seeing you aren’t going to move he reluctantly slides over. You grin getting into the truck.

“You’ll enjoy this, I promise”   

It was fall, and the sun was already beginning to set as you pulled out of the parking lot. Frankie leaning his head back, waking up the minute he hears the tires hit a dirt road. Pulling up to the same spot you and Frankie shared a dance under the stars. 

“What are we doing here? Officer Powers is gonna kill us if he catches us here” Frankie looks out the back window to see if there’s anyone behind you 

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” You ask sliding closer to him “I’ve never made out in the truck with my boyfriend before” 

He turns to look at you, shaking his head a small smile tugging on his lips “that’s a lie” 

You shrug “when I’m sitting in the driver's seat?” You cup his face, thumb brushing over his jaw. He looked so good in the twilight. Sometimes you couldn’t believe he was real. That he was yours. 

“I love you” he whispers softly, slowly closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips catch yours before you can reply. His hand finds your thigh. It may have been fall, but you were in his favorite red summer dress. The halter top, that had little white specks, scattered all over.  A cute jean jacket completed the look. His hand slide higher up your thigh, pushing the fabric back while your hand moved lower, gripping his shoulder tightly when he found out you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

“Really?” He has his fingers slowly sliding between your folds. Clearly he wasn’t mad about it either 

You nod your head against him, “I had hoped…” before you can finish your sentence he scoots closer to you, he grabs your leg and moves you to straddle his lap. Leaning in, you continue to kiss him. Slowly at first, intensifying as the minutes continue.

One wrapped around his neck while the other slides down his chest. Fingers brushing over his name tag, moving lower and lower finding the buckle to his pants. Lips never parting as you work contraption open. “Frankie?” you sigh 

“Mmm” 

“I need you” 

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Obey Me 18+ Headcanons: “You’re My Favorite”

Y’all have been warned! 

Scenario: Things they would say after you’ve told them “You’re My Favorite” in a spicy situation.

Lucifer

you’re being railed on his dark cherry wood desk

gripping the edge of the table, you whisper that he’s your favorite

“glad you could be so honest with me, MC”

“but I already knew the truth”

“no, really, say it again” 

“scream it”

“let them know whose your favorite, dove” 

Mammon

there was a morning assembly 

you and mammon snuck off to an empty classroom 

mammon is behind you, chest pressed against your back with two fingers in you

“that’s right, human” 

“I am your favorite”

“Say it again”

“Again”

“Fuck, more more more”

Leviathan 

movie marathon night and its levi’s turn to pick!

all his brothers abandoned bc the series is too long 

your legs are spread on the couch and hes already pumping inside you 

his tail has you by the throat 

“Whose your favorite, MC?” 

“I saw them staring at you, MC, but you’re all mine” 

“Hmmm? I can’t hear you”

“I can still smell them on you and I hate it” 

Satan 

you have his shaft in your mouth in the middle of the library

you’ve been choking but his hands are in your hair, holding you in place

with a sound ‘pop’ your lips come up and you smile while saying, “This is why you’re my favorite, Satan” 

“Oh this?”

“Believe me, we can get much worse than this” 

“I won’t just be your favorite, MC”

“You’ll worship me after I’m done with you” he smirks looking down at you

Asmodeus 

“Now, now, sweetie, tell me again” 

“It’s you, Asmo, you’re my favorite!” You whine into the mattress 

Asmo has you face down, ass up and gleefully he gives your ass a sound ‘smack’ 

“Oh! I’m your favorite” he giggles, eyes shut from the grip you have on his cock

“That’s right, MC, I’m your favorite”

“Because no one, no one, fucks you like I do” 

“And no one ever will” 

Beelzebub

“Do you have a favorite snack, MC?” Beel says while you’re cuddled on his bed 

for a moment you consider answering his question genuinely 

“You are, Beel,” you say while looking up at him 

“Go ahead, give your favorite snack a taste,” he chuckles while pulling his grey joggers down unleashing his shaft 

“Don’t eat too fast, you’ll choke” 

“Hmm, I guess I’m also hungry” 

“Come here,” he growls before pulling you to 69

Belphegor 

he asks the question bluntly 

“Whose your favorite to fuck, MC?” 

Absolutely stunned you stutter out that it’s him

he’s already crawling on top of you, slyly popping open buttons and unzipping zippers on the way up

“Are you sure?”

“Shouldn’t we test it?” 

“I just wanna make sure that it’s true, MC” 

“And if its not, then I’m just going to have to persuade you” 

Diavolo 

he’s sitting upright against a wall as you ride him 

a deep blush crawls against your skin as you tell him that he’s your favorite

“Sweetheart, I already knew that,” he chuckles hot air into your ear biting the lobe after his sentence 

“But, let’s not risk anything, okay? Let’s make sure”

“Look at this, my favorite exchange student just making a mess of themselves just for me” 

“All because I’m your favorite” 

Barbatos 

you’re in the kitchen helping him prepare snacks for the brothers and guests 

“MC, Solomon mentioned that I am your favorite among the demons” he breathes out cautiously 

“that’s because you are, Barbatos!” you say, popping cream into your mouth for a taste test 

suddenly Barbatos is on you, pinning you to the counter and his tongue is swirling the cream in your mouth 

“I’m normally not very adventurous, MC” 

“But as your favorite, I will try to impress” he smirks down at you, his tails snaking their way up your body from under your clothes 

“But do be quiet, MC, we are in the kitchen” 

“Shhh, don’t make me gag you, MC” 

Simeon

“You’re so good, MC” he moans out as you struggle to fit his shaft inside you from your position on top of him

“How very sinful of you, Simeon,” you breathe out, “this is why you’re my favorite”

Something glints in his eyes

The air has changed 

“Let me show you how truly sinful I am” 

“Repent, MC, you’re corrupting an angel” 

“Go on, take all of it and beg for forgiveness” 

have fun on the wheelchair tomorrow <3 

Solomon

you’re already chanting his name in his room 

not because he’s on you but rather because he’s not 

tied up, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes, and a toy jammed roughly in you 

“Who makes you feel like this?” 

“Who owns you?” 

“Whose your favorite?”

out of spite, you reply, “Asmodeus” 

the toy shuts off and you know you’ve done it now

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

[itsdanii]

omg hi i binged read all your works (angst to fluff is srsly my fave aahh you write it so well!!) i really like your baby daddy scenario and i was wondering if you could one with suna (if youre comfortable!) 🥺 tysm i hope u have a nice day 💗💗

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting, I'm glad to hear that you've been loving my works. Here's your request ♥️ I hope you like it. Have a good day and stay hydrated!

Baby Daddy pt. 2

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genre: angst to fluff, comfort

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), mentions of nausea, self doubt, insecurity

a/n: please do read the warnings everytime before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. suna rintarou

lesson 1: always communicate

lesson 2: the moment you hear your wife sobbing, abandon your pride, apologize and resolve the argument at hand

"Rin?" you mumbled sleepily as you sat up from the couch, groaning at the ache you felt for sleeping at such an uncomfortable position.

You've been waiting for your husband for almost three hours now. You messaged him beforehand to come home at around 8 pm because you have something important to tell him yet here you were, already 11 pm and still in the living room with a blanket wrapped around you as you watch your husband finally enter your house.

You knew that being a professional volleyball player for the national team was hard. You knew how passionate Rintarou is when it comes to his sport, and as his wife, who were you to discourage him?

But lately, Rintarou had been coming home late, sometimes even as late as midnight. What's worse is that he leaves too early in the morning, just settling on giving you a forehead kiss before heading out.

You weren't only worried about his health but as well as your relationship. You felt secured with your relationship but the longer this goes on, the more that security wavers.

What if one day he just realize that he no longer wants you?

"You're still up?" Rintarou said, throwing you a quick glance before taking off his shoes.

He made his way to you and cupped your cheek to angle your face to him. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead lovingly. "We have a bed, you know? You should've slept there instead of the couch."

"I was waiting for you," you answered with a small frown, "I sent you a message awhile ago but you didn't reply."

"Ah, I must've forgot." Your husband sighed and adjusted the strap of his sports bag, eyes still looking down at you. "I'm sorry. Is it okay if we just talk about it tomorrow? I'm really tired right now."

As Rintarou reached for your hand, you forcefully took it away and glared at him. "It's important, Rin. You should've went home early just like what I said!"

"Can you stop being a brat? I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

You stood up angrily upon hearing that. With one hand on your hip, you pointed a finger at him out of frustration. "I'm not being a brat! You've been so busy these past few weeks, it's starting to feel like I don't exist to you anymore. You come home late, leave early, and repeat! I can't even remembered the last time we had breakfast, lunch, or dinner together!"

"Well, what do you want me to do? Abandon everything and focus on you? For fuck's sake, y/n, we're not in high school anymore! Not everything is about you, okay? Fucking grow up already." Rintarou fired back, his voice raising up making your blood boil even more.

"Grow up? You're telling me to grow up?" You chuckled for a bit before continuing your argument, "How hypocritical of you to say that, Rintarou. Have you even noticed what changed these past few weeks? I bet you haven't because you're too focused on yourself that you failed to notice your negligence towards your responsibilities as a husband."

"You know what? Leave me alone. Im too tired for this petty argument," he said before turning his back on you.

However, before Rintarou could even slam your bedroom door shut, he felt his entire being panic at the sound of you sobbing.

He immediately turned around and dropped his bag on the floor before making his way to your shaking figure. He encircled his arms around you and pressed your face to his chest, his hand rubbing circles on your back to calm you down.

"Don't you love me anymore, Rin?" you sobbed against his chest as you gripped his shirt tightly.

"Shh, of course I do, y/n. I didn't mean what I said, okay? I'm sorry, baby. I love you so much," he whispered beside your ear as he continued to comfort you. "I was just t-"

"I'm pregnant, Rin."

Rintarou froze. His hands stopped rubbing your back and no words were able to escape his mouth. He felt speechless and the feeling of guilt inside him only intensified.

"W-what?" he whispered as soon as he composed himself. He unwrapped his arm around you to take a closer look at your face.

"I'm pregnant," you repeated, blinking out the tears before looking down. "That's what I wanted to tell but we got into an argument instead. I've actually been feeling nauseous these past few weeks, I missed my period and I was having these weird cravings. I took the pregnancy test and I found out that I am indeed pregnant."

"Shit.." he murmured before shutting his eyes tightly. "I didn't know... I've been to focused on the upcoming tournament that I failed to notice. I'm so sorry, y/n."

Noting the way his voice quivered, you placed a hand to his cheek and guided his head down to your shoulder. "It's okay, Rin. I'm also sorry for overreacting. I know how much this tournament means to you and yet I still acted childish and inconsiderate."

"No." Your husband pulled you even closer to him, your body now basically pressed flush against his chest. "I'm sorry. I should've paid more attention. I can't believe I said such offensive words to you.."

"It's alright now, Rin. Just promise me that you'll balance your time, okay? I'm not demanding so much of your time, I just want you to acknowledge that you have a wife waiting for you, soon a family. I don't want our child to grow up feeling like they aren't their father's priority."

"I promise." He lifted his head from your shoulder to look down at you, his thumb wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm going to be the best father they could ever ask for. I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Rin."

His hand slid down from your cheek to your nape as he leaned closer to you, lips hovering just above yours as he whispered, "Let me kiss you."

You stared at his lips with half lidded eyes, your arms wrapping his neck as he carefully lifted you up. "You don't even have to ask," you answered before finally crashing your lips with his, a small sigh of satisfaction emitting from you at the feeling of finally being in his arms.

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a/n: never let someone disregard your feelings. Your feelings are valid, stand your ground and fight for it.

[weebswrites]

The Demon Bros: Waking up from their first sex dream about you

Lucifer

• His alarm goes off and he jolts upright in bed, thoughts and images from his dream racing through his mind

• He realizes that he’s very hard, and his face is covered in a deep blush

• He sorts out his little (big) problem, and goes to breakfast, desperately trying to get his mind off the dream

• He’s almost successful, until he opens the doors and sees you sitting alone at the table, wearing a tank top and shorts

• “M-Morning, MC” he stammers

• You look up, “Lucifer? Are you alright?” you ask, never having heard him stutter before

• “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired” he brushes off the question, and you can tell something is up, but don’t want to push him

• “Alright Luce, come sit. I’ll get you tea” you say, pulling back the chair that’s next to yours as you get up, walking over to the table to get him his favorite tea

• You accidentally bump into him, and his face blushes deep red

• “Lucifer, are you sure everything is okay? You know you can always talk to me”

• “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”

• You can feel his eyes burning into your back as you make his tea

• You walk it to him and set it down in front of him, his eyes staying locked on you the entire time

• “Lucifer…” you start, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours

• You’re surprised, but definitely not upset about this, and once the surprise wears off you grip the back of his hair with your fingers

• The two of you get pretty carried away, you’re straddling his hips when Asmo opens the door and gasps

• “Finally!! Congrats, MC!! You finally put the moves on Lucifer, huh”

• You blush, and Lucifer smirks at you, “Oh? So you’ve wanted to do this for a while then?”

• “Oh damn, did Lucifer make the first move? I wasn’t expecting that!” Asmo giggles, “But either way I’m glad you two are finally clearing the sexual tension

• You clear the sexual tension all right, for the rest of the day and into the night oops

Mammon

• It’s the middle of the day when he’s suddenly hit with the memory of his dream

• He’s hanging out with you in his room, you’re doing homework and trying to get mammon to study for a test he has

• He goes silent, and you look over to see a hand over his mouth, like he’s in shock

• “Mammon?”

• “It’s nothing…don’t worry about it human”

• You punch his arm playfully, but he jerks away

• Your heart stings, and it’s clear on your face

• “MC, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”

• “Mammon…what was that?”

• He doesn’t want to be honest, but he knows you’ll get the truth out of him one way or another

• So, he tells you

• You blush, like a lot

• He gets a bit rambly at the end, talking about how he hopes this doesn’t change your friendship and that he doesn’t want you to be upset with him

• Only one way to reassure him that you aren’t…

• A kiss!

• He’s !! at first, but then relaxes into the kiss

• “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, Mammon. This was the perfect excuse”

• He get’s all cute and blushy

• “Awh, you have a crush on the Great Mammon!” he teases

• “Shut up~” you blush, and lean in and kiss him again

• You feel like you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it, so that’s exactly what you do

Leviathan

• He wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily

• It’s 3 in the morning, so he knows you won’t be awake

• Wait, you’re his best friend! He can’t have a sex dream about his best friend!

• That’s when he hears his phone vibrate, and it’s none other than you

• Within a few minutes you’re knocking on his door, wearing the hoodie he leant you no less

• “Levi…I had a nightmare…can we cuddle” you whisper, usually not this forward but it was 3 am and you just wanted to be in your crush’s arms

• He nods, and the two of you walk to his bed

• You notice he’s a bit, well, hard, and don’t know whether or not to mention it

• But it’s 3 am and you’re hit with a wave of horniness, so when he spoons you you push your ass against him

• You feel him tense up, but the quiet moan that escapes his lips is validation enough for you to slowly begin grinding against him

• His hand holds your hip as you grind against him, both of you breathing heavily

• You turn to face him, the two of you locking eyes and silently agreeing that you were going to take your friendship to the next level

• You climb on top of him and resume grinding against him, bringing your lips together in sloppy, hungry kisses

• You have sex, and fall asleep in each other’s arms

• The next morning you’re both 😳, but you confess to having liked him for a while and by the time you’re at breakfast the two of you are officially dating

Satan

• He fell asleep in his chair reading again, but notices the blanket draped over him, bookmark carefully placed in his book that was not placed on the table beside him

• He quickly places that you were reading with him, and blushes at your kindness

• His blush then deepens when he’s hit with the memory of his dream

• Clips of you kissing, grinding against him, him thrusting deep into you in every position he could imagine flying through his mind, and he realizes that he’s very hard because of it

• He turns to look at his bed, and is surprised to find you in it, sitting by the window and reading late into the night

• You notice him stir, and turn to look at him. You’re dressed in just one of his tee shirts and your underwear. “Hey there sleepyhead” you tease, “Want to come lay down?”

• He nods, but realizes he can’t get up without you seeing his ~issue~

• “Satan?”

• “Mmmm…I’m gonna stay here for a minute” he says, and you think you know what’s going on

• You stand up, walking over to him and swaying your hips a bit more than usual, letting his shirt graze your thighs

• You watch as his eyes trail your body, smirking as your heart rate increases

• You stand at the front of the chair and lean over, resting your hands on the arms of his chair and putting your faces close together

• “Satan~ Why won’t you come sleep with me~” you tease, fully accepting that you were basically confessing to him

• He exhales with sexual frustration, and you lean even closer

• “Satan…” you whisper breathily against his lips, and before you know it his hands are holding your face and he’s kissing you deeply

• You spend the rest of the night making his dream come to life

Asmodeus

• He wakes up ~fashionably late~, and is in the middle of picking his outfit when he remembers

• He blushes a bit, but chuckles to himself

• “MC, MC…you’ve got me…huh” he admits to himself, and sends you a quick text asking you to come to his room

• You arrive within a few minutes, and can tell that he has something crazy he’s going to propose

• But you didn’t expect that he was going to confess a sex dream about you !

• It’s not like you hadn’t had them about him, but you didn’t think he’d had them about you

• “So, whaddya say? Care to make my dream come to life~”

• You blush and nod, “It’d be my pleasure~”

• You simultaneously bring your lips together and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies

• You walk to the bed together, falling back on it with him on top of you, rolling his hips perfectly against yours

• He starts kissing down your neck, and you shakily breathe out his name, begging him to keep going

• You go for quite a few rounds, him bringing you to as many climaxes as you bring him

Beelzebub

• He’s surprisingly calm about the whole thing

• That is, until he sees you in the kitchen, still in your pajamas and sleepily eating a bagel

• He quickly checks you out, which you act like you don’t notice

• You heart was warm at the sight of him coming in, and it beat fast when you saw him check you out

• You get up and walk to him at the fridge, slipping your body in front of his and pressing against him

• “Morning Beel” you say, exaggerating the tiredness in your voice because you knew he thought it was cute

• “Morning baby” he responds, not realizing the pet name until after it slipped out

• You smile, turning around to face him and reaching your arms up and wrapping your arms around his neck

• “I like the pet name, honey. You should keep using it”

• He blushes, but nods. He looks into your eyes, trying to read them

• You make it easier for him, “So Beel, does this mean I can call you mine”

• He’s a bit taken aback by how forward you’re being, but leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead

• “Please~”, his voice is soft but confident, and he feels like he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even though he just realized it this morning

• You bring his face down and lightly kiss his lips, smiling against them

• “Good” you say, heart smiling with love for your boyfriend

Belphegor

• He’s woken up from a nap abruptly, eyes shooting open with realization over what just happened

• He can usually control his dreams, which is why he was so surprised by this one

• He knew his heart felt different around you, but he didn’t think anything of it

• Until now, that is

• And he jumps out of his skin when he hears you knock on his door, “Belphegor! We have class, let’s go! Lucifer’s getting pissed!”

• “Uhhhh fuck” he groans, “Gimme a minute”

• “One minute, and then I’m coming in” you warn him, not wanting either of you to face the wrath of Lucifer (and also because you loved how much his room smelled like him)

• You wait about 20 seconds before opening the door, and you freeze and blush when you catch him shirtless, only in boxers

• “Damn, my bad” you say, but don’t move

• You hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you saying anything before you take the move and trace your eyes down his body, stopping on his boxers and tracing the outline of his length, which you note is very hard

• You step in and close the door behind you, locking it

• “Belphie~” you tease, walking towards him as he backed up towards his bed, nervous about what your intentions were

• “You put a hand on his bicep, and squeeze lightly, “I can uh, help you, if you want” He takes a moment to think, but nods and presses his hips to yours

• You miss your first class of the day heh

[4dtk]

NCT 127: finding out you're older than them

“Hey, can I request an NCT127 reaction to finding out you're actually older than them when they thought you were much younger than them? (like you look really young despite your age lol)” thank u for waiting honey <3 ps i just used random years that are older than the members!

enjoy! this was fun to write ^^

→ TAEIL would have his mouth in an ‘O’, but more of a ‘ooh cool!’ way where he’s nodding repeatedly to nothing seconds after you’ve spilled the beans. it sinks in more later when he thinks of your birth years side by side and he’s like omg! i’m finally not the oldest and it garners a laugh out of you that you don’t mind being called old by him. honestly, you don’t mind being called old at all by the other members, since technically you are taeil’s s/o. the members are closer to the male, so when they call him old, you join in lol

“woah hyung/noona! i can’t believe you now take the place of oldest in our group,” mark says, although gets a smack from haechan for saying that.

“ack! sorry taeil-hyung and (y/n)-hyung/(y/n)-noona, mark’s mouth is a little big today.”

taeil waves it off, curling an arm around your waist to bring you closer as mark avoids eye contact. slowly the members crowd around the four of you, interested in the topic that’s taking place. it was well over 11pm in the practice room, and having just ended dance practice, they cooled down by taking part in the conversation.

“yeah! you finally can call someone else old!” another smack and a whine from mark accompanied by an apologetic look that wasn’t seen often on donghyuck.

“i’m sorry for them,” taeil whispers with a laugh, placing a kiss onto your cheek before taking a swig of water from his bottle. he takes your shaking head as acceptance of your new position of the oldest, pleased when you return his kiss with one to his lips.

→ JOHNNY is the one to pull a dramatic face lol. you know the one where his mouth is in a ‘O’ and his eyebrows are knitted. the expression is playful, but there’s a bit of genuine shock behind it. recovers from it quickly tho and jokingly calls you ‘daddy/mommy’ to annoy you. i can see him calling you the term later if you get married or have kids though, just in a third person kinda way - something like a running joke from when he discovered you were older years ago.

“no way, you’re born in 1992?” his jaw is dropped, eyes wide that makes you smile just a little, “holy shit you’re old,” there’s a fit of laughter when your hand lands on his back as a form of retaliation (“like you’re not!”), but you agree either way, shrugging nonchalantly at the year of birth.

“then maybe now i can call you daddy/mommy,” you groan at that, shoving him for real now as he lands on the sofa behind him and doyoung at the dining table contemplates whether he should interfere. he decides not to when you full on attack your boyfriend, although with half-assed punches as johnny continues to moan out theatrically in between attacks, “but for real though, next time, i wanna hear voices calling you.”

“the fuck? you mean in like a horror movie way?”

“nah, in the i wanna have a family way.” you gulp with a surprised expression and you launch a badly timed attack that hits him in the balls. you’re apologising with a fluster, johnny is groaning in pain. oh well, this could be story to tell your kids or adopted babies next time.

→ TAEYONG is making surprised noises. it’s so cute lol that you’re the one ending up teasing him about it. taeyong forgets it sometimes, so you have the pleasure of seeing him react like a couple of times bc it finally settles in his mind that you’re older than him. other than that, yong loves you all the same and sometimes acts like a baby just so you’d cave and take care of him. he argues that it’s only the right way! older s/o? you take care of me! i want to be babied.

“huh? you’re older than me?” taeyong asks, mindlessly digging through your stuff until he comes across your ID. he curiously sifts through the information on it, but the number of your birth year seemed to stand out the most.

you hum, placing the last bits of your mask on yourself as you turn back to your boyfriend with a similar look: hair band pushing his dyed hair back, with a mask like yours on his face.

a noise of approval spills from taeyong’s mouth, and you’re left giggling in confusion until he explains his reason for it. you nod through it, happy to give your boyfriend what he wants while he takes his place in your arms. “feels nice,” taeyong mumbles, loving the way you’re playing with his fingers before he asks a question with a small voice. “can we do this more often?”

“of course,” and now you’re glad for taeyong’s curiosity of your things, presenting you with the opportunity (and excuse) to hold your lover in your arms.

→ YUTA doesn’t care either tbh. he may be one of the ones to figure it out before the others - how? you don’t know either but i have a feeling he might’ve taken a look at your ID or something along those lines. mans just nods at the year. as long as you’re still yourself and don’t change how you act in the relationship obvi bc he’s dating you bc of how you’ve presented yourself so far. it’ll feel weird if you suddenly start to dote on him just because you’re older. still likes to take care of you <3

“hey babe? were you born in 1993?” yuta inquires one day at dinner, the whole table of members somehow going a little quiet at the revelation.

“mhm! how’d you know?” you tilted your head, placing a piece of fish into your mouth and ignoring the shocked faces on the faces of the different members.

“eehh- i just saw it on your ID accidentally the other day,” yuta smiles when wiggle your mouth around to feel for the fish’s bone, finally able to shoot your boyfriend a smile as you both go back to your dinner. your laugh is the one thing that’s heard across the table and the occasional clinks of chopsticks against porcelain, and you’re confident if you were on a sitcom, the camera would just have all the members staring into it in shock.

“is it that surprising?” you asked the members, some of them waving their hands and shaking their head, knowing that yuta would probably take it up to them if they happen to have a problem with it.

“so i actually needed to call you hyung/noona?! i’m so sorry!!!” mark exclaims, earning a giggle from you.

→ DOYOUNG would react a little intensely too, but more in a starstruck, quiet kind of way. he just has this wide eyed look that make you burst out in laughter at the discovery and his lips are making a funny shape. he nods it off calm and cooly, but inside he’s like oh my god wtf really???? why didn’t i know this holy shit are they going to leave me for not knowing you can see no thought behind his eyes but you know the man’s spiralling a little inside that you have to reassure him that it’s just a minor thing (he gets out of the dump pretty quickly). your age reveal doesn’t affect him much either.

“you’re- you’re older than me?” doyoung’s mouth dries, coffee cup hovering just below his lips as you drop the bomb without much care. it’s quiet in the early morning, having had just finished filming his relay cam, but you can practically hear doyoung’s thoughts. he’s brought of it when you place a hand on his wrist.

“babe, baby, it’s okay. i didn’t tell you anyway, don’t worry about it,” your smile is blinding, and it has doyoung smiling as well, agreeing along to your reasoning and slowly easing into his previous action of drinking his beverage before he halts again.

your head tilts in question. “what is it?”

your boyfriend waves it off with a shy smile, bringing your hand to his lips as he lands a kiss on the skin there, “nothing. just thinking about how much i love you.”

“did it change?”

there’s a blush on his cheeks when he says it, glad for the two of you being in the only ones awake. “no, not one bit.”

→ JAEHYUN would one way or another kind of know already, although he’s not 100% sure. he’s observant, sometimes content with watching you take care of the other members (poor guy gets jealous tho) or just cleaning up after him when he’s a little too tired to do things - like wash his hair and what not. even if you’re not a naturally ‘taking care of others’ person, jaehyun picks up on the things that he’s heard his friends talk about regarding their older siblings (since he’s an only child) or compares to how you act around the group that’s similar to taeyong or doyoung. i can see jaehyun being a little disappointed, but it doesn’t change much as long as he can keep the dynamic of the relationship (so him giving the affection with you in his embrace). jaehyun is a quiet kind of shock like doyoung.

“huh… you’re born in 1994?”

“sure am,” you’re filling out a form for a membership, pen scribbling with swiftness in order not to hold up the line. you pass it back in a minute as the cashier processes your membership, and you feel jaehyun squeeze your hand. “why, why? is it an issue?” you mumble a thank you to the cashier, heading out of the store hand in hand while you find a spot to talk to your boyfriend.

“no no,” jaehyun giggles, a low one that makes your heart flutter, and he leans down to place a kiss onto your lips. it lingers there longer than you expected and you feel his smile on your lips. “there’s no issue. it just kinda adds up, in a way. you’re such a natural at giving advice and taking care of the other members. i’m just… a little surprised, is all.”

you laugh at that, meeting his lips again in a loving peck, “okay, that’s good then!”

→ JUNGWOO says “woowww!” like video game commentary and claps. yes he claps, you’re not sure why either but he’s just so thrilled to learn of your birth year that he just nods along and gives you a thumb-up after. i can’t say he’ll be that shocked, more of like happy for you like you just told him you passed a test or something. when you ask him about it, he just shrugs and pats you on the back. it’s all part of his personality, though, and like taeyong/yuta, he wouldn’t care much apart from being able to call you ‘sunbaenim’ as a joke. sometimes calls you senpai LMAO

“woah, you’re older than me by four years?” jungwoo mumbles when you show him your old IDs, the topic of your birth year overriding the original goal of wanting to see your foetus pictures.

“hm? oh yeah, i guess i never really mentioned it, huh?” you continue with what you were doing, cleaning up the stray hairs sticking out from your hairdo before jungwoo comes back hugging with his long limbs and silky outfit.

“congrats!” he meets your eyes through the vanity mirror and proceeds to peck your cheek and your expression that follows next brings laughter to jungwoo’s chest. you can feel it move from behind you, hoping he wouldn’t mess up the hour you spent on your hair. “why congrats?” your lip is curled with a raise of your eyebrows as your boyfriend continues to hang off your shoulders.

he thinks, then replies with a dunno and leaves the area to settle back on the bed. the snap of his camera follows next, no doubt taking pictures of the serious face shots of your old ID cards.

→ MARK would be one of the ones that you think is over exaggerating, except he’s just that shocked. he would stumble over his words and texting johnny or whoever to tell him and be like “yoooo? huh? what?” mark would probably be the last one to make the connection and johnny is all like “yeah? u didn’t know?” and mark is like “HOW WOULD I KNOW THEY LOOK SO YOUNG?????!!” hysterical, this man. mark almost doesn’t believe it for a second and you have to take out your ID to show him lmfao

mark’s head snaps to you once he overhears you in conversation with the flyer distributor, catching your attention with something that was in line with your interests. mark tunes out the promoter explaining the features of the product, only coming back to earth when you mention your date of birth for a trial of their services.

“you’re WHAT? nah. no. no way, show me your ID.”

the other jumps back at the sudden exclamation while you just raise an eyebrow. sorry, excuse him, you mumble, and you’re dragging mark off to the side as you fumble in your bag to pull out your ID in exasperation. the timing is imperfectly perfect: mark bends down to inspect your birth year, you flip open the wallet a little too hard, it hits his head in a loud thwack!

“ow.” mark giggles, squinting his eyes to finally make out the fading ‘1998’ on your card, “oh! so the same as jungwoo hyung?” he giggles again, “he finally as someone to talk to!”

→ HAECHAN is shocked but would immediately mask it and go like “oh my! still so pretty, miss halmeoni,” he coos and you’re so ready to smack him. in a way acts like johnny but will not stop using the word on a daily basis (unless you tell him that you don’t like it). it becomes part of the pet names that he calls you, but he still likes the classic baby/honey/love. sometimes also like to whine with hyung/noona if he wants something, like a new video game or for you to buy food for him. other than that, haechan is pretty indifferent about you being older than him.

“hah?! you’re born in 1999?” haechan has his neck stuck out like a fish out of water, not posing that much difference since he’s just finished a shower. you make the bed with deftness, tucking in the duvet easily as your boyfriend approaches from behind.

he’s shocked, but before you can comment on it, he recovers quickly to deliver a quip through his toothpaste-filled mouth, “oh my! halmeoni, then you should take a seat!” your hands are on your hips, glaring at him while he only grins.

you indulge him, though, and take a seat on the newly made bed, relaxing into the softness of the sheets with elbows.

“if i’m considered elderly, then, you can do the housework for me, right?” the dread that slowly fills up haechan’s features make you explode into giggles, before pushing yourself up to come face to face with him.

“thought so,” you whispered, petting his head as you continue the clean-up of the room.

[punprincess321]

Mama's home AU: a new member!

(Disclaimer! Shimada magic allows men to get pregnant if the heir is gay, so alakazam! Hanzo is able to have a baby because dragon magic. If mpreg makes you uneasy then you can skip this part of the Mama's home series)

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*Marie-Anne is sitting in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee, she notices Hanzo and Jesse come in smiling* What's got you two so happy?

Jesse: Ma, Han and I have been doin' a lotta thinking and...

Hanzo: We're going to have a child.

Marie-Anne: REALLY!? Oh my gosh that's wonderful! I'm gonna be a grandma! *hugs them tightly* Have you decided on a surrogate?

Jesse: Well here's the thing ma... Hanzo's family is kinda magic.

Hanzo: *Shows the dragons* My family are the protectors of these spirits and they can adapt to survive and continue our family, since I am not married to a woman, the dragons have used their power to mutate my body to be fit for bearing a child.

Marie-Anne: Wait... Jesse's gonna get you pregnant?

Hanzo: Yes.

Marie-Anne: *snickers* Well you just proved the bible wrong, the goal of marriage is kids and you just told God "Fuck you we're magic".

Jesse: *chuckles* Ma you're the best.

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*A few weeks later, Marie-Anne hears a squeal and Hanzo and Jesse run downstairs*

Marie-Anne: Did it work?

Hanzo: *shows a positive pregnancy test* yes! I'm pregnant!

Marie-Anne: Congratulations! *hugs them both*

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*A few months later, Hanzo is sitting in the living room with Marie-Anne, his stomach has gotten bigger, he's currently looking through nursery design ideas on his tablet when he groans* Bathroom again...

Marie-Anne: *knitting baby clothes* I never thought I'd hear a man complain about pregnancy but here we are. *watches Hanzo get up to use the bathroom, she snorts and returns to her knitting*

Hanzo: *comes back a little while later* I have never had more respect for women in my entire life, I can't believe most choose to do this to themselves!

Marie-Anne: It's the reward at the end that makes it all worth it, have you decided on a design for the nursery yet?

Hanzo: *sits back down on the couch* I really like the Victorian style nursery, vintage and traditional really speaks to me, also I love the royal feel of it, if we're having a girl she'll feel like a princess!

Marie-Anne: *chuckles* I think it's perfect, and you're sure you want the gender to stay a surprise?

Hanzo: Yes, Jesse and I decided it will be nice to just be patient and see what happens.

Marie-Anne: *smiling* well good thing I've been making both blue and pink baby clothes and blankets.

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*a few more months later, Marie-Anne is sitting in the living room with Genji, Fareeha, Ana, Jack and Gabriel, Jesse is upstairs in the bedroom with Angela and Zenyatta helping Hanzo give birth*

Fareeha: How do you think it's going?

*muffled screaming comes from the bedroom*

Gabe: Painful is my guess...

Hanzo: *muffled* WHY DID I LET YOU TALK ME INTO THIS!? I SWEAR TO GOD JESSE MCCREE I AM GOING TO NEUTER YOU!

Ana: Sounds like Hanzo has started pushing.

Marie-Anne: *sips her tea* Amen.

Jack: Only the moms would know.

Marie-Anne: Trust me, when I was giving birth to Jesse, I was glad my husband was at a bar instead of the hospital because I was cursing his name like there was no tomorrow.

Genji: Well Jesse is definitely facing the music...

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*hours later, Angela comes out of the room* Well that was a very interesting delivery.

Gabe: What about the baby?

Angela: Well I can proudly say this; *turns to Marie-Anne* Congratulations Mrs. McCree, you are the grandmother to a boy... and a girl.

Genji: It was twins!?

Angela: Yes I was surprised myself, the second one had managed to hide from my ultrasound technology very well.

Marie-Anne: How is Hanzo?

Angela: Well he fainted after both babies were born but other than that he's fine, he's resting right now and Zenyatta is cleaning and weighing the babies, Jesse is also unconscious as he fainted when he realized he was the father of twins.

Gabe: *chuckles* I would too.

Angela: I'll let you all know when it's okay to come up. *she heads back upstairs*

*A few minutes later, Jesse comes downstairs a little dazed*

Gabe: Mijo! Congrats on the twins!

Jesse: Thanks papa, I can't believe I'm a dad now... It almost feels like a dream...

Marie-Anne: *walks over and hugs her son* well it ain't, I know you're gonna be an amazing father to those babies.

Jesse: *hugs her back* Thanks ma...

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*sometime later, Hanzo is awake and everyone is meeting the babies*

Genji: So what have you decided to name them?

Jesse: *holding his son* Well, Han and I decided on Roy for this little guy.

Jack: And the girl?

Hanzo: *feeding his daughter* Yuki.

Genji: Snow? Why that?

Hanzo: Because when she appeared it felt like I frozen by a Yuki-Onna, the only difference is this one didn't kill me.

Marie-Anne: What's a Yuki-Onna?

Genji: A dangerous Japanese spirit, it takes the form of a woman in the snow and freezes men to death. Yuki-Onna means "Snow Woman" in English.

Gabe: The name definitely fits your daughter, You didn't think she was real but she is and you're frozen in shock.

Hanzo: *chuckles*

Fareeha: But real quick, we agree that we all saw it coming with Jesse giving his son a cowboy name right?

Angela: It was inevitable.

Gabe: The kid was doomed from the start.

Jack: No doubt about it.

Jesse: Hey!

[yutahoes]

Mark

disclaimer : This isn’t about Mark Lee. 😂

genre : fluff, suggestive, leaning towards smut

word count : 2.1k words

summary : Love should always be in equilibrium but Yuta would always break that state. It’s now your turn to balance your relationship. 

characters : soccer jock! boyfriend! Yuta x science major! girlfriend! Reader

taglist : @ailoveyuta​ @aiforyuu​ @yutazen01​ @cosmiclatte28​ @2-3-t-i​ 

 a/n : This is supposed to be a smut fic but two days of me getting sick had changed the storyline. �� This can be the second part of Help, if you wanted to call it that. 

"Love," Yuta whined that made you roll your eyes. You didn't bother looking at him as you were still engrossed with mixing the liquids you needed for your little experiment. "Pay attention to me."

"I'm busy." You said immediately, watching as to how the liquid turned into green smoke that made you groan. "You have practice today, right?"

He shook his head with a pout, sitting on the stool in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"It's for my professor's gender reveal." You claimed as you put another liquid on the beaker. "I have to make blue and pink smoke."

He giggled. "There's something like that? And why are you in charge of making it?"

You shrugged then focused on chemical formulas scribbled on your paper, checking what you did wrong that the smoke turned green. You adjusted your eyeglass to properly see the small letters then bit your pencil as you fix your loose ponytail. You heard Yuta clear his throat that made you look curiously at him. "Are you sick?" You asked when you removed the pencil from your mouth, circling the chemical formula that seemed wrong. "You look red."

He smiled then shook his head. "Babe?" You hummed as an answer, adding solvent to the beaker. "Can you make babies in the lab?" You stopped what you were doing and stared at him.

"Like test tube babies?" You asked and he smirked. "It's possible but that takes time. Besides, it's not like they're really formed in the test tube. They're…"

But he stood up to walk where you are, cupping your cheeks then gave you a quick kiss on your lips. "God, you are so adorable." His lips were on you again, sucking on your bottom lip that made you release a throaty sound. He let go of the kiss immediately that made you pout. You wanted more. "I think I'll just go to practice today." He said with a smile then kissed your forehead. "Message me if you're going home."

Before you can say anything, he left the laboratory carrying his bag and jacket. And you thought you're going home together. What exactly happened to Yuta?

-- It's been weeks. The gender party is already done and you have some week off from your exams yet you never had any time with Yuta. It's either he's busy with soccer practice or his other after club activities. Whenever you would meet for lunch, he would just give you a kiss on your forehead and return to his teammates. Even your friends would often ask if you broke up with Yuta.

Then it hit you like a brick on the head when you had Physics class. The concept of equilibrium. Relationships should be balanced, it should be in an equilibrium state. If one exerts more force than the other, the equilibrium will break. If one person exerts more effort than the other, the relationship will break. And you don't want that. You want to maintain the equilibrium. You need to exert effort in this relationship, the same as Yuta.

You were naturally shy and a little slow in the uptake but you weren't that innocent as he thought. You know things, you're a science major, you're just too shy. A trait that made you so annoyed. But you knew you had to do this. You have to shed this innocent girl drama and show your boyfriend how much you want him.

Your hands were shaking as you put on the pink blouse you picked for tonight then smoothed out the white tennis skirt you wore. You're going to do this. Not just for Yuta but for yourself. You need to do this.

You were shaking in nervousness while standing outside the door of his apartment, debating if you want to continue this or not. God, this is embarrassing. "Y/N?" Yuta called that startled you. He's not home? "What are you doing here?"

"I visited a friend in the area so I dropped by to see you." He took his keys and opened the door, letting you inside. "Did you come from practice?" He nodded, placing his keys on the table. He told you to sit down, even asking if you wanted some water then disappeared to the kitchen.

You've been here a couple of times already but today is extremely nerve-wracking. "I was about to pass by your dorm. I'm glad I went home first." He said while putting the glass of water on the table in front of you.

"My dorm?" You asked and he nodded, sitting next to you. "I should've messaged you. I'm sorry for intruding." But he chuckled then shook his head, claiming that he missed you. "Were you avoiding me?"

"Yes." He answered that surprised you, making you wide-eyed. He leaned closer, his arms on the headrest of the sofa caging you in. "I am avoiding you." Heck, you might break up first before getting a taste of Yuta.

Your gaze fell down to stare at your twiddling thumbs, throat parched at the sudden confession. This isn't the scenario you had in mind when you were imagining what will happen today. "Oh." You managed to say, careful not to choke on your words. You kept on telling yourself to don't cry. "So you really don't want me anymore." You don't even know where that came from. It just feels logical. The equilibrium is indeed breaking.

"What?" He asked while chuckling, sliding close to you. "It's the opposite actually." You stared at him, your face centimeters apart. His lips were hovering above yours as he muttered the words, "I want you so fucking bad."

His soft lips touched yours, his lingering smell hitting your senses. Your heart pounding as the blood rose to your cheeks. His kisses were gentle, a simple reminder that he indeed wants you. Yuta licked your bottom lips before pulling out to let you breathe. "Your friend…" He whispered, still not moving from his position that you can feel his hot breath against your swollen lips. "Is it a guy or a girl?"

You stared at him in surprise that made him laugh. His lips found your jaw as your hands held on his shoulder. "You're so pretty dressed up like this. If it's a girl, it's fine." He said in between butterfly kisses. "If it's a guy, then I might do something we might both regret."

His hand caressed your thigh, the other held your waist lightly pushing you to the couch. You wanted him. You crave for him. The equilibrium finally tipping on one side, balancing the other. "A guy." You whispered that made him smirk.

The gentle hands turned rough in a snap. He reached the hem of your underwear, humming as he licked the side of your jaw. "You should stop me, love." He warned then sucked on a skin that will surely show tomorrow.

You moaned against his ear. Why should you stop when the pleasure is so great? "I want you." His eyes turned dark then roughly kissed your lips, taking you to another level of pleasure. His hand that was resting on your waist, went north to cup your breast and you moaned. He took it as a sign to slip his tongue in your mouth.

The pounding of your heart doesn't stop as you felt his lips on sensitive parts of your skin. You wanted this. His touch was so gentle, taking his time to explore your body with his hands, with his lips. "God, you're so hot."

"Blood is rushing to my system, that's why my body is feeling warm." He chuckled while opening the buttons of your blouse. The cool air hit you immediately which was later on replaced by the warmth of his lips. He placed a soft kiss between your breasts, leaving a small mark that made you heave. Yuta licked his lip, staring at you. "Yuta, stop. It's embarrassing."

You tried to cover your face with your hand but he just chuckled, trying to pry your hands away. "You're blushing. So adorable." He sat up then started buttoning your blouse that made you surprised. "I appreciate you doing this for me, love, but you don't have to push yourself too far." He gave a quick peck on your lips. "We'll do it at the right time, with candles and flower petals."

You rolled your eyes. That's too cliché. "For now, just let me have these indecent thoughts about you." You only smiled. Yuta had always given you so much in this relationship. "I love you, Y/N." he whispered, which made you repeat the same three words. "Let's just wait until our wedding night. I promise to make everything special."

"Our wedding night?" He nodded. "Are you sure we're getting married?"

"Is this a religion versus science thing?" You shook your head. It's just that, why is Yuta so sure about you and him getting married? "I wouldn't get married unless it's you." He chuckled. "The fate of the Nakamoto bloodline depends on you now." You had to laugh at that. Yuta and his words.

"Sorry that I had to avoid you. The smallest things you do turns me on. Fuck, I have to prevent seeing you in a lab coat. It might just kill me." You had to giggle at that. "But I'll wait. Until the day you'll become my Mrs. Nakamoto."

He gently kissed you once again, lips lingering on yours that made you yearn for more. "Can you just stay the night? I'll behave myself."

You giggled. "Good boy." You placed a kiss on his forehead noticing his cheeks turning red. He's blushing.

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When Yuta woke up that morning, you're already gone and that made him annoyed. He should have walked you to your dorm that morning. Why does he have to stay late at night just to stare at your sleeping face? Another image he added to the things that turned him on.

"Did Y/N attend class today?" He asked your friend which he bumped into in the hallway. It's almost lunchtime but he never saw you even once that weirded him out.

Your friend chuckled at that even claiming that you obviously came from his place. "You're like a married couple already." She said while shaking her head that left Yuta confused. What is that?

"Yah Nakamoto!" One of his teammates shouted across the hall. "Your girlfriend is so cute. Are you marrying her?" What's with all these people and marriage? What exactly happened to you?

He smiled seeing you in the cafeteria eating lunch with your friends. So that's what the hype is about. The big letters spelled Nakamoto was written on the back of the shirt you’re wearing. You greeted him when he approached your table, sliding to the side to let him sit beside you. "You're wearing my jersey." 

"Well, I don't want to go to school wearing that pink blouse. It's too feminine." You explained that made him laugh. "So I borrowed one of your clothes. Sorry."

He shook his head, smiling widely. "It looks good on you. You should wear this often." You nodded as he ruffled your hair.

"God, you two. Get a room!"

"You just like his surname marked on you." 

You giggled. "I have to be used to it. The fate of the Nakamoto bloodline depends on me." Your friends stare at you in question and Yuta laughed wholeheartedly. "Do you have practice later?" You asked and he shook his head asking why. "Can you help me at the lab later?"

"Sure. What is it?"

Before your friend would tell the latest experiment you're doing, you leaned in to whisper something in Yuta's ear. "I need your help on how to make babies in the lab. You'll be a good boy and help me right?" He blushed immediately, face turning so red like a tomato that made your friends amused.

Yuta said goodbye to your friends, covering his mouth with the back of his hands as if he's on fire. You giggled when they turned to you, curious. "I told you Yuta blushes easily."

"We just need to find out what his allergies are to connect it to our observation."

You shook your head. There's only one thing Yuta is allergic to. You in a white lab coat.

[ramp-it-up]

Communication

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Dom Lin, light bondage, explicit laguage, edging, oral sex (female receiving), love fluff, marriage. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from the 100 smut prompts ask list by @sebastianabucknettastan (pic credit as well) AND the following birthday request from @sillyteecup

Love You Tee! I hope it’s filthy enough and that you have a great day! ❤️

Lin was talking to a reporter when he saw you enter the venue.

He was instantly pissed the fuck off, but used his acting skills to play it off.  

There were so many things you needed to answer for.

First, you wore the dress he specifically told you not to wear. 

The gold one that set off your skin tone and that that fit perfectly before the baby, but after, with your slightly larger thighs, hips and breasts, fit like a glove.

A skin tight glove.

Next, you put your hair up, showing off your neck and your cleavage, which was pushed up by the special fuck me bra that you had on. The one you only wore for him at home.  

Then, you wore your 6-inch gold Jimmy Choos with the stiletto heels.  The ones that you only wore for him at home.

That is, after your fuck me bra had been thrown across the room.

What was worse was that he didn’t know any of this before he left the house because you were taking so long to get dressed that he had to leave without you.

When you joined him, you met his cold, hard glare before the acting took over and his face broke out in a smile.

Oh.  Lin was pissed, but he couldn’t let it show. He was the man of the hour. 

For the next 30 minutes, you two were gracious recipients of the most mundane conversation of everyone who wanted to talk to him.  

And you were especially charming, touching every man’s arm, and managing to play with every woman’s hair and smiling at all with that alluring grin that made them all practically drool into your cleavage.

As the night wore on, his smile slipped more and more.  Although you were at his side, which he made sure of, he couldn’t get close enough to say anything to you, which you made sure of.

He knew what this was about.  Lin had informed you that his next gig was halfway around the world and that you would either have to accompany him, or stay in New York while he had fun creating shit while you took care of your son. A single parent yet again.

Shit was getting old.  

Lin didn’t want to leave you, he wanted you to come with and he couldn’t understand your resistance, especially since your job was easily mobile and you had the means to go.  

But he was especially frustrated that you wouldn’t talk about it, you were just torturing him with this display of your sexy allure that he wanted to be just for him.  

Each time you gave someone else the benefit of your attention, yet pulled away from him, he got more and more determined to demonstrate the importance of effective communication to you.

When you were finally seated at the head table, Lin whispered as he drew closer to you. 

To everyone who was watching, and there were a lot of people watching, it looked like normal couple interaction. 

But in reality, it was a threat. 

"You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here. I don’t care how many people are watching.”

You finally turned the full wattage of your smile on him.  His heart stopped and he wanted to crawl under the table and lick from the soles of your feet up to your pussy.  

Damn, his wife was beautiful.

“Sir.” 

You said it to piss him off, not project submissiveness, but you could tell by his smirk what he wanted that word to mean. Well, fuck him.

“I’m not acting like a brat, I’m acting like the wife of a Very Important Man at a Very Important Event.”  

You leaned toward him and he was drawn to you, but still pissed.

“If you don’t settle down, I’ll make you.”

You turned and looked him fully in the eye.  

“I’m not scared of you. What are you gonna do? Write the fuck out of a story about me?”

The raised eyebrow and disrespect was the final straw. The emcee was about to introduce him.

Lin leaned even closer.

“I got something better than a spanking. When we get home, I’m cuffing you to the bed and I’m going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.  And if you straighten up now, I might let you cum.”

Your mouth dropped open as the emcee finished introducing him and Lin rose and went to the podium.

You recovered quickly and looked around to see if anyone noticed and then put on your neutral face.

————-

After his speech, it was like nothing happened. And you miraculously found some act right.  

For the remainder of the night, Lin was charming to everyone, even you.  

You even danced and he held you close, caressing your side and seamlessly catching your rhythm.

It was like you dreamed what he’d said, because he even kissed your hand before he led you to the car, and you even leaned your head on his shoulder and fell asleep on the way home. 

It turned out to be a pretty nice night.

You got home and paid the babysitter and ordered her an Uber. Lin watched her get in the car while you went to check on the baby.  

He was so freakin cute and you stayed to watch him sleep a bit, never getting enough of his big fat cheeks.

When you went into the bedroom, Lin was nowhere to be found, coming out of the walk-in closet as you closed the door.

“Hey, come here.”  

His smile was his signature mix of angelic and devilish, and you were sure of what he wanted.  

You were glad he seemed to forget the earlier difficulty and you glady went toward him.  

Maybe you would give him some tonight and you could talk about the issue in the morning.

Lin put his hands on your shoulders.

“You look. Incredible tonight.”  His hands moved down your arms and moved to clasp your fingers.

"You want me to make you come?"

"Yes." You started unbuckling his belt. 

Lin pulled away from you. His eyes glinted, hard and cold.

"You want it?" He moved to sit on the bed.  He patted the duvet beside him. “Come.”

You came and sat beside him, anticipation making you shiver. Lin leaned over to you, his lips oh so close, and watched as you closed your eyes. 

He gave you a quick kiss on your lips and pulled you onto the bed with him.

His mouth laid ravage to yours and just as your senses went wild, he moved to pull your dress up. He stopped and smiled.  

You were only wearing the fuck me bra and no panties.

“You do wanna get fucked I see. How convenient.”

You just smiled back at him and clenched your thighs together. 

Him still being in his tux making you very wet.

Lin’s dark beauty was making you weak.

Lin continued to pull your dress over your arms, and you raised them to make it easier.  But somehow, the dress stopped over your eyes. 

You smiled before you panicked, thinking Lin was playing some cute little game.

You panicked when you realized the game wasn’t cute.

You realized the game wasn’t cute when you felt the cuffs go around your wrists and onto the bars of the bed.

“Lin?” 

You could only see his outline moving around as you struggled and tested the cuffs.

“This isn’t funny Lin!”  You were panicking.

“No. It’s not. But I told you what was going to happen.”

“What?”

Lin took your legs and spread them apart, you pulled them back together.  He slapped your thigh and pulled them apart again.

“Leave them open or I’ll get the spreader bar.”

Lin watched your lip tremble as kept your legs open, while also watching your slick drip down your folds. 

He smiled and leaned over, mouth near your ear.

“I’m going to keep my promise.”  You visibly trembled.  

“Do you want to watch, or not?  Your choice.”  

Lin’s hands were on your thighs now, slowly, too slowly moving up toward your apex. He stopped, thumbs about two inches away from your slit, and asked again.

“Well?”

You whimpered, wanting some kind of contact. Something to give you relief.

“I wanna see you Baby.  I wanna see you make me cum.”

You were trying it, and Lin shifted, lifting your dress and propping your head up with it as he shook his head at you.

“IF I make you cum.”

Lin returned to the exact position he was in, with this thumbs exactly two inches away from where you needed them to be.

“I need your words.  What’s your greenlight word?” 

Lin moved his hands a quarter of an inch closer and you tried not to move.  

“Banquo.” 

“Good girl. What about when you need to stop?”

You were getting anxious.  Safe word play was intense.

“Macduff.”

“Good girl. Where are we at now?” 

Lin was sliding his thumbs closer to your dripping heat. He was right there and you practically screeched, “Banquo, Banquo.”

“Gooooood girl.”  

Lin finished sliding both thumbs into you, circling and sliding them up and down your slit, bumping and teasing your clit, making you jump and whimper every time.  

He separated his hands and put one thumb on your puckered hole and one thumb in your pussy, rotating them, fucking one hole and teasing the other.

“After I eat you out, I should take your ass. Make you squirt all over the bed. But that would involve you cuming.  And I don’t know….”

“Fuckkkkk, Lin! I want you to feel how wet I am for you. C’mon. Please?”

“Keep begging.”

Your pussy fluttered around his hands and he slowly withdrew them, trailing your wetness down your thighs. 

He was edging you like you had all night. 

And he did. 

He sat back and watched you squirm, a soft smile on his lips.  He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. He stared between your legs as he rolled up his sleeves. 

His fucking forearms were driving you crazy. Shit, you should not have been such a bitch.

“Damn, I would take a picture, but I have a specific purpose tonight. And I already have several in my collection.”

Lin was obsessed with your pussy. Absolutely obsessed.  It was his precious.  

He leaned in, his dark head obstructing your view as he oh so slowly licked a long stripe from your ass to your clit. You craned your neck to see him go to work.

“Unnnnnnnhhhhh.”  

You tried to capture his tongue with some kind of impossible pussy trick, but Lin held you fast to the bed.

He chuckled into your folds, and shook his head.  

“You’re hilarious.”  

Then, he opened his mouth wide and stuck his talented tongue as far in your pussy that it could go, his top lip capturing your clit.  

He reached up and grabbed your heaving breasts, squeezing them and rolling your perky erect nipples.

Lin was chowing down.  He fucked you with his tongue until you were about to come again, but stopped.  You groaned, and Lin was glad he’d soundproofed your bedroom.

“Lin. I’m sorry.  Let me cum, please. Please? This pussy is yours. See how you got me? Please. I don't care what you do to me. I want you to make me feel good. Only you can Lin."

He loved your begging and pleading.  He put his face in your place again, this time sucking and manipulating your clit until your legs started shaking violently. 

Your curses and moans only make him lick you faster.

Lin pushed your legs back apart and inserted a  finger inside you, expertly curling it, inexplicably telling you to come hither from inside your vaigna.

“NOW you want to communicate? Should have thought of that earlier.”

"Lin, its...." you breathed.

"Tell me."

Lin ordered, as he stopped what he was doing and wiped his face.

You were panting now,devastated by the loss of your orgasm, and coherent thought completely gone from your mind.

Lin reached out and rubbed your clit again. He leaned over and drew it between his lips, sucking it and making you see stars this time. 

All of a sudden, he stopped sucking and gently, very gently, slapped it. Then, he inserted two fingers from behind while he slapped your clit. It was very intense.

You yelped loudly and had to open your mouth in order to breathe. Your heart was beating so fast.

"Fuck! This pussy is so pretty.”

He started alternately lightly slapping and licking your clit this time. And he stopped every so often to let you come back from the brink. 

Each time he would stop, you would moan louder and louder. The first time he stopped his shirt came off, the third, his pants.

"Lin! I'm going crazy!" 

"But you taste and feel and look so fucking good. I don't know if I ever want to leave where I am right now." 

Lin had stopped and started stroking himself.

“Except…”

You watched him stroke and had to close your eyes. 

Lin shifted and started stroking his tip at your entrance. You were panting so hard you could hardly breathe.

You wiggled your hips and Lin stopped all movement, causing you to whine and pull on the cuffs, causing your breasts to jiggle.

He leaned over, pulled your breasts from the cups of the lace cups, and captured one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple then biting down on it.

You were so overstimulated that this new sensation almost sent you over the edge. Yet again.

You were losing hope of getting satisfaction and started keening. 

“Lin! Pleaseeee!”

This time the desperation in your voice triggered mercy. 

And the way you were coming apart for him triggered his lust.

He continued to suck both nipples brutally until you were arching off the bed, and when he slapped your clit again, plunging two fingers inside you that curled to your spot, you came, hard, squirting all over him and the bed.

“Yes, give me all you got. Such a good girl.”

You trembled as he slid inside, and your body came alive again as he slipped in and out of you. 

You could feel every ridge and vein on his huge, hard cock as he lit you up from the inside out. 

You gripped him so good, despite the wetness, that he had to concentrate.

Lin moaned and kissed your pulse point as he felt your walls clench around him.

“So fucking good…so tight and wet… fuck.”

You struggled to catch your breath and Lin leaned up to lift up your ass, pulling your pelvis up to meet him on his knees.

“You feel so good. Make me want to come so bad baby. Take this dick.”

He stroked and stroked until he felt you quivering again.

“Do you like how that feels? Do you like how I’m fucking you?”

“FUCK! Yes Lin. Oh fuck yes. I love it. I want it all.”

“Pussy. Feels… so fucking… goooood.”

His thumb found your clit again. The pleasure built up in your body, your eyes rolled back into your head, and it was game over.

Lin came as you screamed and milked his cock dry. 

It was perfect.

Next thing you knew, Lin was unlocking the cuffs, sitting you up and massaging your shoulders. He led you into the bathroom where the whirlpool tub was halfway full.

You hadn’t realized that you were out for a few minutes.

Lin put your hair up while the tub kept filling.

You climbed into the tub, and Lin climbed in behind you, gathering you in his arms.

You relaxed as he took care of you, his hands soothing your exhausted body.

You floated off to sleep in the warm water surrounded by Lin, the brat in you tamed. 

For the moment.

——

Tagging: @theatrenerd86 @sebastianabucknettastan @imatyoursurrvicesurr @riiyy @ivycomet @lonelydance @jbrizzywrites @ohsoverykeri @curtainremote @delaber @honeysucklechocolatedrippin

[trickkombowerskru]

In Uniform-Rodrick Heffley X Reader Smut

Request: Anonymous: Can I get a rodrick smut with a female cheerleader reader, where he gets really turned on by her uniform and fucks her while shes wearing her uniform?

A/N:Thank you for being so damn patient with me my dude. I am so sorry this took this long… especially since this request happened in the midst of the last shipping event 💕

Warnings:NSFW, Smut

If you had told Rodrick Heffley that he would ever manage to get himself a cheerleader girlfriend he definitely wouldn't believe you. Since it was clear under that the cocky bad boy persona he wore so well, that there were a load of insecurities and anxieties.

Insecurities and anxieties that once you started dating semi amplified that you would leave him for some jock and of course once you saw them, made them shut up as best you could.

And boy were they loud today, not particularly because Rodrick was feeling that insecure, but more do his need to be clingy at times, especially when you were in your uniform.

It wasn't something you minded at all, you enjoyed his PDA, mostly, now  however was not one of those times.

He had his hands all over you as he started to kiss your neck a bit, and you had a huge biology test next period you needed to do well on plus a pep rally later in the day, and you couldn't exactly remember much biology when your head was filled with thoughts about fucking your boyfriend.

You were luckily at lunch so it was easy to sneak away for a bit, after all the halls were usually clear around this time, which was good since he has to park his van on the other side of the parking lot this morning.

You got up off of his lap and grabbed his wrist pulling him along, making an excuse about how you left something in his van.

Your friends were none the wiser as you two headed in the complete opposite direction.

You practically throw him in the Janitor's closet and start kissing him. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, glad that his dumb little games worked.

"You're such an ass," you tease as you start to return the favor by kissing his neck, knowing the spot that made him absolute putty in your hands before going back up to his lips.

Your hands go to remove your top, but he stops you putting his hands on top of yours and breaking the kiss.

"Wait," he breathes out.

"What?"

"Leave it on."

"Oh yeah you wanna fuck me in my uniform?"

"So much, he replies.

"I knew you liked it, but damn that much?"

He just responds by giving you a goofy grin. You feel as though you can feel the wheels turning in his dirty little mind.

You ask no further questions as you hike up your skirt, as you now leaned against the wall. You wrap your legs around his waist, using your position on the wall to hold you in place.

You hear his fly unzip and he does his best to slightly shimmy out of his pants. Once again his face go right into your neck, planting kisses long enough to definitely leave hickies as if to distract you as he slides into you.

Your breath catches and due to time you only have a few seconds to adjust before he starts moving.

"God you're so hot," he moans in between.

You really feeling it as he moved down fingers to your clit, not even fully responding with anything except moans of your own, mixed with his name, and some swear words.

"Iloveyousomuch," he breaths out so fast that comes out as one word.

"Fuck Rodrick," you exclaim as you can feel your peak coming closer and closer.

He speeds up a little and sure thing before long you release all over him, forcing him into his own orgasm as well.

He sets you down, and you fix your skirt, and try your best to fix your hair a bit without there being a mirror present. He quickly does the same and you head out.

Now that those bits of pent up sexual frustration had been released, you knew you would be able to focus....for now.

You were sure after the pep rally you two would probably go at it again either in his van or in one of your rooms.

[castiel-barnes]

Domesticity.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem! Y/N Peña. (Reader is married to Javier).

Summary: After the events of Escobar and the Cali cartel, the one thing Javier expected least was to settle down.

Warnings: Fluff. Slight angst. Pregnancy. Medical inaccuracies. Mentions of throwing up. Swearing. Soft Javi. Like extra soft.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Yet another early morning thought that I got.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @scribbledghost

Picture from Pedro pascals Instagram at pascalispunk.Taken in 2013.

After years of running around Colombia and the amount of informants slept with. The last thing people expected who knew Javier Peña, was to settle down.

He had found you and fell hard in love. And the same thing happened to you. After being with you, Javier had no need to go have a one night stand with any of the girls from the brothels or any informants. Because he had you.

It was quite unheard of within the DEA, Javier Peña and the domesticity of having a family.

*********************

Javier had been out for most of the day, which you were kinda glad for. You had been feeling sick since you woke up and when Javi finally left the apartment, you finally rushed to the bathroom to throw up your breakfast.

Then it hit you. Your time of the month has been far more late than normal. After throwing up, you digged out the spare pregnancy test you had at the back of the cupboard for emergencies.

"Oh fuck." You said quietly to yourself. It was positive. Neither of you had discussed the topic of kids. It was something that you wanted, but not sure if Javi wanted it.

"Hi cariño, I'm home." Javier called out,

"H-hey, I'll be out in a moment." You replied from the bathroom, quickly wiping your tears away. Walking out the bathroom, you smiled like you usually did and kissed.

"What's up honey?" He asked frowning a little,

"Oh nothing much, why'd you ask?" You replied.

"Cause I can tell you've been crying." Javier said looking at you. Sighing you placed your head against his shoulder.

"I hate how easily you read me sometimes." You pouted, and pulled him to the couch and sat him down. Letting out a shaky breath you held his hands gently in yours.

"I really need to tell you something. B-but I don't know how to say it, and I- I know we haven't discussed anything about this." You continued starting to ramble from being anxious.

"Honey, honey calm down what do you need to tell me?" He said frowning even more, stroking your hair back.

"Javi... I'm pregnant." You stated. There was a stunned silence that blanketed the apartment.

"Really?" Javier asked. You nodded and looked away tears springing back to your eyes. Javi wiped your tears away and smiled pulling you into a hug.

"I'm so happy mi amor." Javier stated,

"You are?" You asked looking up at him.

"I am cariño, we can have a little Peña running around the place." Javier responded smiling. The two of you hugged for a while and had dinner, then decided to lay in bed and relax. At some point you must have fallen asleep on top of Javi, and stayed asleep until early morning.

Your not sure what woke you up, but you could feel Javier's hand on your stomach his hand stroking his hand back and forth.

"Cariño? You ok?" You asked quietly,

"What if the kid doesn't like me? What if I do something wrong?" Javier replied.

"What do you mean?" You said frowning,

"I mean, I'm not a good person cariño. I've done things and seen things that shouldn't be seen. I've never been the best with children, I don't know how to look after something so small and innocent." Javi stated.

"Javier Peña you listen to me. You are not a bad man, yes you've seen bad shit and maybe shot a couple of people but those people were the bad guys. Not you. You will be a good father Javi, I just know it. Plus you're not the only one who hasn't had much experience with children." You explained firmly. In truth you were the youngest sibling, and the only experience you had with children was when your cousin had her baby. But you lost contact with them a while ago.

"Thank you. For putting up with me Y/N." Javier responded, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You stroked his hair back out of his face, but it was evident that he had been tossing around for a while.

You started drifting off again until you felt like throwing up again. Gently rolling Javi off of you, you rushed to the bathroom to throw your dinner up. You groaned as you hunched over the toilet, then felt a pair of large hands rubbing your back.

"You ok cariño?" Javier asked worriedly,

"Morning sickness." You responded throwing up again.

"You need me to get anything for you? Water?" He said still rubbing your back gently,

"Please." You said "thank you." You continued. Javier bought you a glass of water, and let you clean yourself up before carrying you back to bed.

"Try get some sleep mi amor, neither of us have work tomorrow dont worry." Javier stated,

"M'kay love you Javi." You said drifting off to sleep.

"Te amo mucho cariño, y nuestro pequeño bebé." Javier whispered kissing the top of your head.

********************

2 months pregnant:

You were at home today and Javier was at work. And today you noticed something slightly different about your appearance. Realising what it was, you smiled and you got excited about telling Javi.

Opening the door Javi was immediately greeted by your smile and hugging him.

"Well hi there cariño, what you so happy about?" Javier asked smiling and kissing you,

"Come look." You replied dragging him to the room. When you got to the bedroom you sat him down on the bed and took your top off. Turning to the side you smiled and run your hand over your small bump.

You looked at Javi and saw his jaw drop.

"That’s your little kid in there mi amor." You said looking at your bump. Javi smiled and pulled you gently in front of him.

"Oye chico, soy yo tu papá. Estoy muy emocionado de conocerte dentro de unos meses." Javier stated quietly then kissing your stomach. He looked up at you with slightly watering eyes and smiled,

"We're going to have a kid cariño." He continued.

"Yeah we are. I love you so much Javier Peña." You stated kissing the top of his head,

"I love you too baby. I'm so excited." Javier replied. Out of nowhere you just got really emotional and started crying, which confused the hell out of Javi.

"Woah, woah baby what's wrong?" He said quickly standing up hugging you,

"I-im just so fucking happy. I have you and now we have our little kid. Oh im a mess, fucking hormones." You replied crying into his arms. And that what made it clear for Javi, your hormones were heightend due to the pregnancy. Javi chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

"Don't laugh." You stated quietly sniffing,

"Ok, I'm sorry baby I won't laugh I promise. Im happy to cariño." Javi replied smiling.

"But I like when you laugh its cute." You said looking at him.

You were glad to have Javi, yes he could be a bit stubborn and hard headed sometimes. But around you, he was gentle, understanding and everything you could wish for in a man. Although he had doubts about being a good father, you knew that no matter if you had a little girl or a little boy they would have him wrapped around their little finger.

**********************

4 months pregnant:

"Baby? Wake up, we need to get ready to go to the doctors." Javi said gently, trying to wake you up,

"Mhm..." you groaned and closed your eyes again.

"Come on honey, don't wanna be late to the appointment. I promise when we get home I'll run out and grab anything you're craving and we can nap." Javier stated stroking your hair back out of your face.

"Promise?" You asked leaning into his touch,

"Yeah cariño I promise. We'll go to the appointment, come home and then anything you want I'll get ok?" He replied smiling as you leaned into him.

"Ok." You smiled getting up slowly. The two of you got changed and got in the car. Arriving at the doctors, Javier could feel some anxiety radiating off of you.

"You ready baby?" He asked holding your hand,

"Yeah, im ready." You smiled at him and gave the back of his hand a kiss.

"Come on then baby." Javi said getting out the car, walking round to your side to open the door for you. The two of you sat in the waiting room for a while before getting called in. Laying there on the bed, you gasped at how cold the gel was on your stomach. Looking at the screen the doctor told you that you were going to have a little girl.

"We're having a baby girl?" Javier asked is disbelief,

"Yeah cariño, we're gonna have a baby girl to look after and love." You smiled with tears rolling down your cheeks. Getting home you cried from happiness and this was one of the only times you saw Javier cry.

"Baby can you get me pickles and ice cream please? Maybe some chocolate too." You asked him,

"Of course I can cariño. Anything else you want?" Javier replied.

"Maybe get 2 of each just incase, you never know." You said,

"Okie dokie." He responded. Javier left the apartment and came back about 20 minutes later with pickles, ice cream and chocolate.

"Here you go mi amor, got what you wanted." Javier stated coming through the door with a shopping bag,

"Thank you love." You replied smiling and getting some ice cream and pickles. The two of you sat there, with you snacking on your pickles and ice cream and Javier with his arm around you.

"We need to think of some names for our little girl." Javier stated,

"We do." You responded eating another pickle.

"Maria?" Javier started out,

"Hmm that's a bit overused I think, Isabella?" You replied.

"True, true. Isabella is a nice name. Isabella Peña. That's nice. Rosa?" Javier responded. The two of you sat there writing down names and slowly but surely got it down to the name you both liked.

"I think Isabella." You stated,

"Yeah perfect. Isabella Peña, it's beautiful." Javier replied quietly smiling. Javi slid down the bed a little so his head was by your bump, and lifted up your shirt a little bit.

"Hola Isabella, soy papá de nuevo. Solo quiero que sepas que te amo mucho a ti y a tu mamá y que siempre los protegeré a los dos." Javier whispered to the bump and kissed it. About 4 months ago at the start of your pregnancy, Javier had his doubts about being a father and how what he did would affect your daughter. But now here you were 4 months pregnant eating ice cream and pickles, and he was being so gentle with you and looking after you and your baby girl so well.

"You're going to be such a great dad Javi." You smiled running your hand through his hair,

"You think so cariño?" He looked up at you with those doe eyes of his.

"Yeah... I do. You've been looking after me so well baby, and I just know that little Isabella will absolutely adore you." You responded,

"Thank you cariño." Javier said rubbing his hand over the bump.

*********************

9 months pregnant/ due date week:

It was the week that you were due to give birth to Isabella. Javier decided that he'd take the week off before his maternity leave was due to start.

It was about 2 in the morning, when you woke up. And that's when you felt it, your water had just broken.

"O-oh no oh shit why now? Javi wake up, baby please wake up." You said pushing his shoulder,

"Carino what's wrong?" He asked you groggily, his eyes barely open.

"The baby is coming." You stated. And that one statement there got him up and awake.

"You serious right now?" He asked looking at you finding your face quite serious,

"Ohhhhhh shit. Yes I'm fucking serious." You replied having your first contraction. You looked at Javier and one of the only things he saw in your eyes was fear.

"Ok, ok I've got your bag honey. It's going to be ok I promise." Javi stated chucking jeans and a shirt on with shoes, and then helping you with some shoes.

"Javi im scared." You stated,

"I know cariño, I know but im going be right next to you the entire time. I promise." Javi replied holding your hand. Squeezing his hand as you went through another contraction, he held you up as he walked you to the car.

In the car, javi was going as fast as he could to the hospital whilst letting you hold his hand.

"Just breathe baby, you've got it." Javier said reassuring you. Getting to the hospital you were immediately given a room and pain killers to help.

"We're gonna meet our baby girl soon javi." You stated looking at him,

"Yeah cariño, any minute now we'll be holding our girl." Javi responded. You two were somewhat relaxing when you weren't having any contractions. It had been about an hour and half since your water had broke. It all seemed to by in a blur, one minute you were sleeping, the next your water had broke and now you need to push.

"J-javi go get a nurse. I really need to push." You exclaimed squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back,

"Ok cariño ok, I'll be right back." Javier replied kissing the top of your head. Javi rushes out the room and finds a nurse. He came back into the room with a nurse, who were both by your side. The nurse told you to start pushing and so you did.

"Ahh fuck! J-javi I don't know if I.... if I can do it." You stated squeezing his hand as hard as you could,

"Yes you can cariño, come on you can do it. Just breathe with me, you're so strong." Javier replied stroking your hair back.

A few minutes later, and hard pushing you heard the cries of your beautiful little girl. You let your head fall back on the pillow and caught your breath.

"I told you that you could do it cariño. She's so beautiful." Javier said smiling at you and kissing you gently. The nurse bought Isabella over to you, so that you could hold her. Pulling down your gown a little bit you laid Isabella on your chest so you could have some skin to skin contact.

"Hey baby girl, welcome to the world. Oh you're so beautiful, she has your eyes miel. Big brown eyes." You smiled gently stroking your hand over Isabella's back,

"Do you wanna hold her?" You continue looking at Javi.

"Really?" Javier looked at Isabella,

"Yeah baby, she is your daughter after all." You responded giggling a little. Javier looked between you and Isabella then back to you and saw you nod. Standing up from his chair he took the shirt off that he threw on before leaving, and gently took Isabella from you.

People had told you to look out for Javier Peña when you first joined the DEA. The stubborn, hard headed DEA agent who had one hell of a reputation. But now as you saw your husband hold your little girl barely an hour old. All of that stubbornness, hard headedness and reputation had dissipated.

"Hola, cariño, es un placer conocerte finalmente. Eres tan hermosa como tu mamá." Javier speaked to Isabella quietly as he say down in the chair. You smiled and laid your head back again, eyes drooping a little bit.

"You wanna sleep for a little while? You just pushed a fucking human out." Javier asked,

"Language we have tiny human now. Yes I wanna sleep." You replied somewhat out of it, already drifting off to sleep.

"Haha ok baby, you get some sleep now." Javier chuckled.

*********************

Home:

When you were finally discharged from the hospital, you and your husband with your baby finally went back home. You got home and Javi changed the sheets on your bed from where your water broke.

Picking Isabella up, you showed her round the apartment although you knew she was in a milk coma from her feeding.

"Do you wanna put her down for her nap cariño?" You asked Javi,

"Yeah ok." Javier replied with a wide grin as he took Isabella from you. Gently Javier bounced Isabella as he made his way to her cot. Standing next to him as the two of you looked over your daughter. You smiled and placed your head on his shoulder.

"Our baby is so beautiful cariño, we did good." Javier said quietly,

"That we did. See I told you, that you'd make a good father. I have a feeling we might have a hard time saying 'no' to that cutie." You replied kissing his cheek.

"Agreed." Javier said smiling giving you a proper kiss.

Safe to say that the only people who really get to see Agent Javier Peña soft side is you his wife Y/N Peña, and his daughter Isabella Peña.

[naruto--imagines]

Educating

Kakashi x Reader

The clock slowly rolled to 4:00, you closed your laptop, stuffed it into your bag and gathered your items turning off the light as you left. You strolled down the hallway and walked into another room, closing the door behind you. Turning to face the man in the room you made eye contact before scrunching your face and shouting,

“FUCK”. Short and not so sweet.

“Really?” Kakashi questioned raising a brow at you.

“These kids, man, they are just so stupid sometimes. Like, fuck!” You rushed out before walking over and leaning against his desk. “Five years of school to be a glorified babysitter with a degree.” You sighed earning a chuckle from the man sitting down.

“Yeah, we knew it was going to be rough.” He replied gathering his own items to leave. “But hey, it is Friday, meaning we don’t have to see the little snots for two whole days. So let’s go and enjoy that.” Kakashi explained with a smile, “There is a handful of us going out to the bar tonight, care to join us?” He asked.

“Hell yeah I would,” you replied walking out of the classroom with Kakashi following you. After locking up his room the two of you made your way to the parking lot going your separate ways for the time being. 

“Were gonna meet up at 7:00, I’ll see you there,” Kakashi said before getting in his car and leaving. You quickly packed your items into the trunk of your car and left you your own apartment. When you got home you quickly fed your dog, a small terrier mutt, and pulled out your laptop to finish grading some of the assignments you hadn’t gotten to earlier. Soon it was 5:30 and you decided to be done for the night. 

You made your way to your bedroom and decided on an outfit more suited to hanging out with your colleagues than teaching, and jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. After you got ready you headed out to meet up with everyone. When you got to the bar, you saw many of your fellow teachers there. Sitting at a hightop in the back corner of the bar was Kakashi, Yamato, and Gai. Seeing an available open seat, you went and joined the three of them and not long after you ordered your go-to alcoholic beverage.

The night progressed, music playing, stories were told, frustrations expressed,

“I mean, whoever told these kids that always choosing C is a good idea for multiple-choice should be beaten.” Yamato slurred as he rested his elbow against the table to lean in closer to the rest of you. 

“I know! They don’t understand that technique is supposed to be used on the SAT. Not in our classes!” You responded looking over at Tenzo.

“It got so bad in my classroom that I ended up giving a test where all of the answers were wrong. The only one who passed was Sakura, and that’s because she actually read all of the instructions.” Kakashi explained with a sigh of disappointment. At his confession, you and Yamato looked at each other before looking back to the silver-ette and saying in unison,

“Sadist”

“Hey now, I didn’t put their results in the grade book, it was just to be used as an eye-opener for them.” He reasoned, you and Yamato gave him an incredulous look. “Fine, I made them take the test’s home to their parents and required a signature.”

Now Gai had joined in on your stares of disbelief before all three of you uttered, “Sadist!” With more volume than the previous time. The four of you quickly devolved into laughter at the resounding responses. 

The night went on and you eventually found yourself on the dance floor with Yamato. The two of you were dancing and chatting for almost an hour before you both decided to head back to the table. The night was winding down as the two of you sat back down with Gai and Kakashi. Your other peers had called it a night and left. The four of you had collectively decided to do the same thing and headed for the door. Once outside Yamato had confessed to being ready to call it quits wanting to escape to his bed. With it being almost 2 am, Gai volunteered to walk with him since his place was near Yamato’s leaving you and Kakashi by to amuse yourselves.

You watched as your two friends walked off before looking at Kakashi and saying, “Tacos?” with a smirk on your face. Looking back at you he quickly nodded his head, ready to have some food in his stomach to combat the alcohol. Side by side, you walked to the nearest Taco Ring to get your food. Once the both of you had your orders you bumbled your way back to Kakashi’s place. This was routine for the two of you after a night of drinking. 

Once inside, Kakashi locked the door while you turned the TV on and changed it to the true-crime channel. Kakashi joined you on his couch as you pulled the food out of the bags. He pulled his mask away from his face, having grown used to your presence he didn’t care if you saw his face or not. You both dove into your food watching whichever show was playing and when you had finished you quickly cleaned up the garbage. After you sat back down on the couch Kakashi turned to look at you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, orienting his body to face you and prop his head upon his hand resting on the back of the couch.

“Shoot,” You replied turning to face him, you drew your knees up towards your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

“You wouldn’t happen to be romantically interested in Yamato, would you?” Kakashi posited with a twitch of his lip.

“HA!” You blurted out, “No way!” with a laugh. 

“Really? From the way you two were dancing, I would have thought so.” Kakashi responded With a smile and a raise of his eyebrow.

“No way, Yamato and I have no romantic interests in each other. In college, we used to be each other’s go-to’s when the need arose,” you explained with a wink “But we kept the emotions out of it seeing as there really wasn’t time to date with all the work we had to do.”

“You and Tenzo were friends-with-benefits? Now, why do I find that hard to believe?” Kakashi asked with a disbelieving look to which you laughed again.

“It’s true! You can ask him yourself!” You exclaimed with a blush on your face while smiling at the silver-haired man.

“And what about now?” Kakashi asked with a bit of hesitation in his voice.

“Now?” You asked in response.

“Are you and Tenzo still sleeping with one another?” He directly asked. Not accusatory in any way but with genuine curiosity.

“No, just friends now.” You replied with a smile.

“Good, because it may be awkward if I asked you out while the two of you were a thing,” Kakashi said with a smirk. That put a bright blush on your face.

“Y-you wanna ask me out?” You dumbly asked while pointing at yourself.

“I think I just did,” Kakashi replied while moving into your personal space. “The real question is, what do you say?” He asked his face meer inches from yours.

“I say yes!” You replied leaning in to press your lips to his. You rushed movements sent the two of you tumbling back into the other end of the couch. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist and held you to him while kissing you back. 

The two of you broke apart with smiles on your blush decorated faces. 

“How long have you wanted to ask me out?” You inquired of the man below you.

“For some time now, but the timing was never quite right,” Kakashi explained running his hands through your hair. You purred as a result and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I’m glad you did, now we have to go on an actual date and not just out with all our friends.” You told him with a smile on your face.

“How about breakfast tomorrow?” Kakashi asked brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“What time?”

“Whenever we wake up. Stay the night and we can go in the morning.” You smiled at the proposal and nodded your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You confirmed with him.

The two of you got changed into some cozy clothes (Kakashi letting you borrow a shirt and some shorts) before moving back out to the couch to continue watching TV. Snuggling underneath a blanket he grabbed, the two of you quickly fell asleep. 

Both of you excited about your date in the morning.

[side-shawty]

Burn XIV (Stark!Reader)

XIV: Family Business

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Family is not just blood.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

•

The next morning you somehow found yourself a tangle of arms and legs with Peter. 

After the initial wariness of your surroundings faded you were still finding it hard to believe this was all real you relaxed into him again. You pushed your face into his chest and breathed in his calming scent as his strong arms unconsciously tightened around you. 

Your eyes slipped closed again and you were almost asleep again when the light sliding of the door opening could be heard. 

You hoped they’d go away once they saw you were both asleep but there was no such peace with the Avengers.

“Aww look at how cute they are. You owe me five bucks Sam,” Natasha spoke.

“No you owe me, I said they’d be attached at the hip within 12 hours and you said 20,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, but I said 8 so, both of you pay up,” Bucky interrupted and it took everything in you not to look at them and roll your eyes. 

You could hear the exchange of money and Bucky’s over-enthused “Thank you,” in reply.

Peter groaned beside you and held you closer, “You guys are way too loud,” he told them, eyes still closed.

“And you’re way too stingy, can’t we see her too?” Nat said and you giggled a little at that, effectively blowing your cover.

“She’s up!” Sam said and you and Peter both sat up, rubbing at your eyes and stretching.

“She wants to go back to sleep,” you told them and they laughed lightly.

“No time for that. Time for hugs,” Nat said, coming to your side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, Peter got out of the bed and told you he’d be back with breakfast before kissing your cheek. The simple action made you giddy.

“Bleh,” Bucky fake gagged as Peter left and he and sam sat in his now vacant spot.

You hugged each of them tight, you hadn’t realized how much you missed everyone. 

“So lover boy was here all night, huh?” Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Yes he was, we talked and we slept and I will take no more questions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That better be it,” Bucky said but there was no threat in his voice that warranted concern.

“Gosh, you’re really showing your age today aren’t you Buck?” Nat teased before turning to you. “Earlier he asked me what an AirPod was,” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“And here I thought you were getting the hang of this new fangled century,” you told him.

“Listen I’m trying okay, everything is so fancy for no reason,” he sulked and you laughed again.

“Seriously though kid, how are you?” Sam questioned and they all looked at you expectantly.

“In one piece,” you said honestly. “Some scrapes and bruises and a cut on the back of my neck that’ll probably scar but I’m alive,” you smiled.

“Was it a shock device?” Bucky asked darkly.

You hesitated before answering, “Yeah.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed as he balled his hand into a fist, “I’ll fucking kill those HYDRA assholes one day.”

You placed a hand on top of his fist, “Hey,” he looked up at you, “I’m alright. Thanks to all of you I’m here and breathing. I love you guys.” 

Before you knew it they pulled you into a hug and you held back tears giving you their own declarations of love. When Peter came back in with food they all decided to let you eat in peace with your boyfriend. Peter told you the doctors would be here around one and in the meantime, you’d probably get several visitors. 

All too soon, he had to leave for the city, there was only so much school he could avoid without the possibility of not graduating on time. He left with a promise returning that evening and a soft kiss on your lips. 

Before anyone new came in you asked FRIDAY to call your mom downstairs. She helped you shower and change into sweats and one of Peter’s shirts with a wink. She told you that she would have stayed longer but Morgan would be waking up for the day soon. 

Your dad stopped by for a little after she left and after Sam and Bucky blew something up he also had to leave.

The next ones to walk through the door were Steve and Rhodey.

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite soldiers,” you smiled as they walked in.

“As long as I’m the number one favorite I accept,” Rhodey said before gathering you into his arms for a tight hug.

When he let go Steve was next, “Keep dreaming Rhodes.” 

“Well I would tell you who my favorite was if I thought it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” you told them as they had taken the same positions as everyone else and sat on either side of you.

“C’mon now Y/N you wouldn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, how are you Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Good, healing, y’know? Seems like it’ll be a long process but I feel better than I did when I first woke up last night.”

“I’m glad to hear it, we’re only going up from here.”

“Definitely, by the way, I haven’t seen Thor, Clint, or Bruce today.”

“Thor is off-world, apparently whatever HYDRA used to brainwash Harley is similar to the mind stone so he’s trying to get it out ahead of it,” Steve told you.

“Clint had to run home, Laura is going to give birth soon and Bruce should be by later with your other doctors,” Rhodey finished.

“Ah got it. I cant wait for little Y/N to be born,” you said.

“Yeah because Barton is definitely gonna want to name is kid after the girl who put retractable grates in the vents to mess with him,” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to prank me on my own turf.”

“Everywhere is your turf,” Steve said.

You grinned, “Exactly.”

Steve hesitated before speaking again and his face became solemn, “Listen I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more for you that night.”

“So am I, we’re family, I should have protected you,” Rhodey added. They both let their heads hang low.

You took one of each of their hands into you, “You guys, look at me,” they obeyed, “I’m so incredibly happy right now you have no idea. A lot went wrong but I’m okay, even if I do have to spend a couple extra days in here.”

They both smiled at you and things felt okay again. They stayed for a little while longer leaving you with words of encouragement before you were once again left alone.

However, you weren’t suffocating the way you had been at HYDRA. You asked FRIDAY to project the water by the compound onto the right wall, it felt like you could finally release all the tension in your body.

Before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep.

——

You were awakened again by the sound of the door opening, this time Bruce and your dad walked in with —

“Well this is quite the surprise,” you said smiling.

“How could I not visit my favorite fire-wielding hero,” he spoke and made his way over to bring you into a tight hug.

Bruce hugged you next with a smile and then went over to one of the machines you had unhooked when you first woke up. Your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead and then stood beside the other scientist.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Doctor Strange?” You asked.

“You know me,” He took a seat next to you on the bed, “I love popping in and out but after I heard what happen I made sure your dad kept me in the loop. I know magic stuff keeps me busy but I am still your Godfather,” he told you.

“Mystical Godfather,” Tony threw in, “A totally made up title.”

Strange rolled his eyes and silently mocked your dad, “Still a title.”

“Debatable.”

You laughed lightly at their childishness.

“In all seriousness though, your dad ordered a full workup. He said your flames turned purple and wanted to make sure it didn’t damage your body in a non-tradition sense,” he told you and you nodded.

“So I only get a visit if my life at risk?” You asked overdramatically, throwing a hand to your forehead, “You wound me.”

“Haha, very funny. Now sit up straight while I work my … magic,” he said.

“Booo, your jokes have gotten worse since Christine got pregnant,” However, you sat up straight as he stood.

Strange was quick to begin in a flash of warm light symbols surrounded you, several of them had even went in and out of your body. 

After a few minutes, he was finished and the light and symbols faded away. His face was littered with mixed emotions.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned.

“Are you alright?” Strange asked and the question grabbed the attention of Bruce and Tony.

You were confused, “I mean aside from some injuries that might scar I feel fine.”

“Tired? Weak? Foggy mind?” Strange asked.

“Barely, it was bad when I first woke up though. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Part of what a ‘full workup’ is is looking into your soul or aura and it seems like whatever happened when you released those purple flames caused a hole,” Strange explained. 

The room was silent. All three men looked at you anxiously as you sat in shock, you weren’t sure what to say.

“So a piece of he is just poof! Gone?” Tony asked, bewildered at the idea.

“It’s a small piece but essentially, yes. There’s a chance it may come back over time but things like this are usually done only in dire situations of stress or emotional turmoil.”

“Well my situation checks all the boxes,” you said quietly to yourself.

It was then that tour father decided to move from his spot beside Bruce and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so, this is just a lot to process.”

He nodded and the room fell into silence once again.

“Well on the bright side,” Bruce spoke up, “It seems the damage Hydra did to your powers was temporary. If your readings are correct, you should be at 100% in no time,” he finished with a comforting smile.

“Thanks, Bruce. That actually does make me feel a little better,” you smiled with him.

After that Bruce ran a couple more tests and then the three men were gone again. However, your father did leave you your phone which you were beyond grateful for. You were playing a random game on it when Dr. Evans came to give you a quick check-up and update before leaving. 

You had a few more hours of peace before your next visitor decided to show their face, it had to be well after sunset by now. 

There were two knocks on your door and you replied for them to come in. You locked your phone and placed it on your bed as he entered and for some reason seeing him made you lose your breath.

“Harley,” you whispered.

•

NEXT CHAPTER

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James Potter Supremacy

“James Potter is a bully toe rag. He was a bad person”

“Peter followed him around like a puppy. James treated him like shit, that’s why Peter betrayed him”

James yawned laying back on the chair. He couldn’t study anymore. He was done.

“Alright, Wormy. We need to sleep a bit to be bright and fresh tomorrow”

James looked at Peter. He seemed pale, tired, stressed nearly about to cry.

“Go ahead, James. I’m gonna stay for a little while”

“Mate, you need to rest. We’ve been in The Library all the bloody afternoon”

Peter shook his head, staring at his book.

“Come on, I’m pretty sure Pads and Moony are done shagging by now” he laughed a bit at his own joke.

But Peter didn’t laugh.

“That’s my point” Peter sniffed “We’ve been here the whole bloody afternoon and nothing seems get into my brain….” Peter was pulling his hair “I’m so stupid”

“You’re not stupid”

“I’m probably gonna fail. You guys are gonna get tops marks in everything and I might have to repeat the whole year again”

“Hey, hey…” James said facing his friend “Don’t discourage yourself Pete. You’re very intelligent”

Peter snorted.

“Yeah you are” James said “You’ve done incredible pranks with us…”

“None of them were my ideas…”

“What about the time we changed gravity in The Great Hall?”

“Moony’s idea”

“You turned into you know what, for Moony’s you know what furry little problem”

James turned around to see if someone was around, luckily no.

“I had your help”

Shit. Peter was so negative and down. James knew perfectly well that to cheer Pete up, they had to preach him, tell him he was doing things right. James tried to do that all the time. But there were times when Peter just didn’t believe him. That nothing could make him cheerful again.

“Okay” James said opening his own book “Page one hundred and forty what was it?”

“Forty-two”

James opened the page.

“Conjuration. Let me guide you up” James said

“I thought you were tired…”

“I’m gonna revise again, this test is gonna be difficult you’re right”

It would be easy piecey. Minnie usually asked a few questions and then they were supposed to write a little essay on the topic of their choice.

“But…”

“I made this helpful summary, I’m gonna read it. You should write this down”

Peter looked at James, then he smiled.

“You’re an imbecile”

“Don’t need to insult me Wormy, I’m bloody studying…”

“You…”

“Shh”

And James began reading. He didn’t have a summary but he tried to explain the subject as easy as possible.

Peter nodded and scribbled things on his parchment.  

After a few hours. James pretended to study again. Actually, he was reading the same line over and over again. He already knew this stuff. And he was so bloody tired. But Peter seemed to be concentrating more, he muttered things to himself as he wrote them down. James smiled.

I knew you could do it, Pete.

Finally, both boys were kicked out if The Library by Madame Pince.

As they headed back to The Gryffindor Tower. Peter seemed to be relaxed. Cheeks flustered and a little smirk on his face.

James’ heart warmed up.

“Wow, thank you Pete. I needed that revision. I had so many things wrong”

He didn’t want Peter to think he had made James stay with him for nothing.

“Cheers James. You’re a good friend”

James smiled as he rubbed his friend’s hair.

“Come on, I deserve a kiss”

“What?”

“Just a little peek on the cheek, come one” James joked as he pointed to his cheek.

“No way”

“You said I was a good friend”

“Keep dreaming…” Pete rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Oi! Pettigrew! Just give in to my sweet face and give me a kiss”

“Shut up Potter” Peter laughed

“You shut up” James laughed as well

 “Remus just stands James for what he did for him. But James was a bully. Remus should’ve stopped being friends with someone like that”

“Where’s Sirius?”

Remus asked as James approached him after Charms.

“With another girl” James rolled his eyes.

Moony’s face went down adopting a sad expression. It had happened before, when James mentioned Sirius’ girlfriends. James knew something was happening. James was no stupid. He knew his boys pretty well.

“And Pete?”

“Chess club”

Remus just nodded.

“It’s just you and me handsome” James winked.

Remus smiled a little.

“Why are you so gloomy to spend an evening with me? Am I that horrible?”

“Yes, James. You’re a nightmare” Remus said smiling

“Oi!”

“As long as you don’t talk about Quidditch, or Lily…”

“Bloody tosser”

 James and Remus had dinner together.

“Did you notice how pretty Evans looks?”

James couldn’t avoid noticing her hair was longer, with soft curls all over it. Pretty.

“Why did I say about the Lily talk?”

“Fucking twat”

Remus laughed as he chewed.

James noticed he looked kind of sick and pale.

“Do you want my chocolate tart?” he asked “I think I’m full”

Remus beamed at that “Yes, please”

James smiled as he passed him the dessert.

Good Moony, eat up. You look miserable.

Sirius entered The Great Hall. His hair was a mess and his shirt slightly opened. Cheeks kind of red. Fucking wanker.

“Hello lads” he sat down serving himself some Pumpkin juice.

“I’m guessing you already ate, Padfoot” James commented

Sirius smirked.

James noticed Remus flinched beside him. He looked pissed.

“I have to say it, Ravenclaws might be studious and all, but they definitely know what they are doing” he winked.

James hated when Sirius behaved like this. He was an imbecile, playing to be cool and a fuckboy.

“You’re a wanker”

Sirius laughed.

“I’m glad you had fun, Padfoot” Remus said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, Moony. I’m all yours now…”

“You know what? I was fine without you. Enjoying my tart, and you needed to come and ruin it”

“Lads…” James said

“Wow… Someone is not in a good mood. I thought the full moon wasn’t until next week…”

“FUCK YOU SIRIUS”

“Rem…”

“What am I doing? I just came here to share dinner with my friends, and you started insulting me”

“Then go! Bloody go with your new sweetheart or whatever…”

“Prongs…” Sirius complained

James raised his shoulders “I don’t know what’s going on…”

“You know what? I might go with Pru and have dinner with her…”

“I’m not stopping you!”

“You’re such a tosser Moony…”

“Thank you very much…”

“I can’t believe you’re on his side, James”

“I’m not in anybody’s side”

Sirius rolled his eyes and left furiously.

“Sirius…” James called after him.

But Sirius ignored him.

James raised an eyebrow to Remus.

“What was that all about?”

“I’m sick of him bragging about girls”

“Moony…”

“I’m not longer hungry” he stood up “I’m gonna go to the dorm”

“I’m coming with you”

As they were walking back, Remus stopped. And he leaned on the wall with pain.

“What is it Remus?”

“I’m fine.”

“Remus…”

“My hip hurts a bit”

“Let’s go The Hospital Wing”

“James, it’s nothing…”

“Don’t be stupid, Remus”

James hated when Remus didn’t take care of himself. He was clearly in pain, and he didn’t want to do anything about it.

“Remus…”

“Jus’ take me to the dorm, James”

James let Remus leaned on him as he placed his arm around him.

“This is ridiculous”

“Shut up, Lupin. You should be pleased you’re in this position with me. Anyone would kill to be on your shoes”

Remus laughed “Tosser”

James was smiling now. He loved making his friends happy.

“I’m still worried though”

“I’m okay…”

James didn’t insist. They got to their dorm and James helped Remus lay down in bed. James made Remus swallow a relaxing potion his mum had given him in case of any stress. Remus needed to sleep for a bit. Remus must’ve known what it was because he didn’t complain.

“Cheers”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…”

“I’m fine, really” Remus smiled

“Moony…”

“Prongs…”

James sat down on Remus’ bed. He rubbed his friend’s hair gently.

“Sirius will stop seeing all those girls” he said “He’s gonna come back to us”

To you.

James saw Remus closing his eyes, the potion was taking effect now.

“You’re a good friend, Prongs” Remus said before drifting to sleep.

 “James and Sirius were a pair of stupid boys who didn’t give a shit about anyone. Popular rich boys in a good position to bully others”

James waited for Sirius to come back. The letter he had received from his parents this morning must’ve been bad, because after that, Sirius disappeared all day. Remus seemed to be bloody worried, he had insisted on coming with James, but he didn’t let him. He had instructed Pete to take care of him. Remus needed to rest. The full moon had been the day before.

James considered having a smoke while he waited. But he thought better of it, he didn’t know how. And he didn’t want to go back and ask Remus for one.

Finally, James saw the figure of Sirius coming to the castle.

“Where were you?”

Sirius’ eyes looked puffed. He had been crying.

“Having a romantic moonlight walk by myself” Sirius laughed “You didn’t have to wait for me, Prongs”

Sirius wanted to walk by but James stopped him.

“Just stop with this, Pads”

“With what?”

“You can fool anyone in the world. Not me”

Sirius snorted “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

James was getting impatient.

“I’m very offended, Pads”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I ever did or said anything to make you believe that you have behave like this idiot fuckboy who doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone…”

Sirius looked hurt “I…”

“Why are you behaving like this around me?”

“Prongs…”

“I KNOW YOU CARE, PADFOOT”

James didn’t mean to yell but he didn’t know what else to do. Sirius jumped.

“I know you care about your parents and it affects you whatever they say on those letters… I know you miss Regulus that you love him despite all….”

Sirius looked down.

“I know you don’t give a shit about any of those girls… You know? You’re hurting Moony…”

Sirius looked up at that. His eyes were glittery. He was biting his inner lip to avoid crying. James knew him too well.

“I didn’t mean to”

“Sirius you’re not made of stone. You’re allowed to feel”

Sirius shook his head.

“You…you don’t understand…”

“I do…”

“I have… I have expectations… Everyone is looking at me…”

“Fuck what they think…”

“I’m so…I’m so scared” Sirius had tears on his eyes.

“Pads… I’m your best friend. I don’t care if you break down…”

Sirius kept shaking his head.

“Sirius…” James said more softly “Come here…” he opened his arms.

“I…”

“Come here”

James hugged Sirius. His friend seemed to be tense between his arms.

“It’s okay to cry, Sirius. I’m not gonna judge”

“James…” Sirius whispered before bursting into tears.

“It’s okay Pads. I’m here” James whispered “I’m always gonna be here”

Sirius sobbed even more on his shoulder. Letting out everything he had been accumulating.

 Later, as they approached the Portrait Hall, Sirius stopped James.

“Why would do without you James?”

James smiled.

“I honestly don’t bloody know. I take you ass out of the worst situations”

Sirius laughed.

“I do care about Moony” he said looking down, and kind of blushing? “I never intended to hurt him. He is one of my best friends…”

“But not your best friend, right? That’s me”

Sirius smiled “That’s you”

James smiled back “You should tell him then. Just fix things with Moony…”

Sirius nodded.

James entered the Common Room, climbing up to their dorm. Sirius followed. Before James opened the door, he turned to look at Sirius, he smiled and winked, letting him know everything was okay. And back to normal.

Then James opened the door.

“Hello boys…. Who fancies having his ass beaten by me in an Exploding Snap Game?”

 “Lily should never have chosen James. He was a bully who molested her best friend and couldn’t take a no for an answer”

James didn’t particularly like Petunia. And he knew she hated him. And then it was Vernon, Petunia’s fiancé. James seemed to irritate Vernon with only his mere presence. He was eyeing at James with such furry and disgust, and he wasn’t even trying to be discreet. James felt uncomfortable.

Petunia was talking about their apparent perfect life. They had bought a new muggle car, that seemed to be a thrill for muggles. Vernon had been promoted on his job; James didn’t know what he did. He had explained but James didn’t seem to understand, it sounded boring. They were talking about the preparations for their upcoming wedding.

Lily seemed tensed. She had tried to comment and congratulate her sister. But that bitch shut her up. James was about to take his wand out and jink the shit out her. But he didn’t want to look like a mental on Lily’s house. And they were all muggles. James had to behave like a gentleman.

Lily’s hand moved nervously under the table. James took it on his own. Lily finally looked at him. James smiled. Lily smiled back grateful to have him here.

After dinner, James thanked Mr. and Mrs. Evans over and over again for the delicious dinner. Mr. Evans was nice. Mrs. Evans seemed to be a bit awkward around him. Lily had told him she acted like that around everyone magical.

The Evans started to be very busy with Petunia’s wedding. Her and her mother discussed about dresses and other stuff. They talked about decoration, food, music all that. As if James didn’t know some spells to prepare a ceremony in seconds. Poor muggles, James loved having magic.

Lily seemed sad, she felt out of place as she watched her family discuss those things.

“James, can we go somewhere else?” pleaded

“Of course”

James took Lily’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen. They needed to hide from the muggles to be able to apparate.

“Where do want to go?”

“Anywhere but here” Lily said with tears in her eyes.

James wiped them up gently, before apparating. James took Lily to The Potter’s beach house. It was the only place he could think of. It was his happy place. He had so many memories there. As soon as they got there, Lily began pacing.

She snorted

“They have the nerve… They just keep celebrating and being happy about Petunia and her wedding… And they don’t have any idea of what a horrible world we are living in”

James knew what she was talking about. The war. James and Lily had decided to join Dumbledore’s Order after graduation and fight.

“I have explained it to them… I really have. What I would do” Lily continued “And they just don’t understand. They don’t seem to care actually”

“Hey, Lils…”

“I mean until they don’t see something on the telly they won’t believe it, but there won’t be something on the telly… Fuck…”

“Lils…”

“And Petunia is now the golden girl because she is going to get married.... Since when getting married is better than giving up your life to fight for something good…”

“Lily…” James had reached her. He made her stop and look at him.

“And I’m doing this for them! James! I’m fighting for them!”

James smiled, stroking her hair.

“You need to yell”

“What?”

“You need to let it all out”

“I don’t…” Lily snorted

“Let me show you”

James took out his wand and performed a silent charm on the house.

“Now you can yell all you want without no one bothering you”

“I’m not gonna do that” Lily smiled

“Why not? You’re gonna feel better, trust me”

“James…” Lily bit her lip

“Like this… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”

James yelled. Lily laughed at him.

“Your turn”

Lily shook her head. She was smiling behind her sweater sleeve.

“Come on, babe. Trust me”

Lily took a deep breath before yelling.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

James laughed amused at his girlfriend.

“FUCK YOU PETUNIA!! FUCK YOU SNAPE!! FUCK EVERYONE!”

“FUCK EVERYONE!”

“FUCK EVERYOOOOONEEEEEE!!”

They both laughed. Then James pulled Lily towards him.

“Fuck everyone but you” she whispered now

James kissed her.

“I’m so in love with you Lily”

Lily smiled so beautifully that James’ heart jumped on his chest.

“How long that spell lasts?” she asked

“An hour or so, why?”

Lily blushed “Perfect. Let see if you make good silencing charms”

James’ face was on fire, he was sure he was bright red.

Lily laughed. And then she kissed him so fiercely, like she never had done before.

James heart was jumping on his chest. He was so in love with Lily that sometimes it scared him.

Lily began unbuttoning James’ shirt. He took it off.

Oh, bloody hell. He had had sex before but not with Lily. He was bloody nervous. What if fucked it up? James found himself breathing nervously and shaking for some reason.

Lily took off her sweater and dress. And she stood there only on her underwear. Lily smiled embarrassed.

“Oh shit…”

James sighed because he had no other words to say. But before he could say anything else, Lily kissed him again.

They laid on the nearest couch. James on top of her. He was still shaking, like a tosser. Why did this happen to him? He was supposed to be confident. But James was nervous, he really didn’t want to fuck it up.

Lily didn’t seem to notice. She seemed to confident and sexy, even though James knew it was her first time.

She smiled stroking James’ cheek. They stared into each other’s eyes.

“Are you sure about this, Lils?”

James was surprised on how shaken his voice sounded.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life” she said “I love you, James”

James was out of breath for a second.

“I love you too”

And James proceeded to kiss Lily’s lips, then Lily’s neck and breasts… He needed to warm up his body to avoid shaking.

“Oh James…” Lily sighed as he kissed her body.

This would be one of the most precious moments in James’ life. He was completely in love.