#i am staring respectfully sir

[wonwhilebeingyoung]

That chest hair… im going FERAL— somebody sedate me rn !!

I'm laughing at this Dante ref from the DMC5 CE mini artbook like

Yes your honor, I needed an EXACT close up of this man's tits area, ON THE DOUBLE

[writingoddess1125]

Morticia and Gomez Effect

Mihawk X FemReader

Since Mihawk is based off of Dracula (Duh) and his whole goth dilf attitude it would make sense he's Romanian 🇷🇴

Also I drank some wine 🍷 before this so enjoy!!

>>> Part 2

• Giving Mihawk's personality I don't think he is the type that finds his opposite attractive. No this man likes those dark mysterious women-

• Def has a More Gothic wife.

• Mihawk is not one to openly talk about his fine but doesn't hide it either. If someone points out the gold ring hanging by his cross he will say it's his wedding band-

• However when his wife is around, he is quite flirty. A smirk on his lips as he will wrap his hand around your waist, lay kisses on your hand or pepper a kiss to the side of your neck. Uncaring if the world sees

• You also can defend yourself perfectly fine so he doesn't have to worry too much about you getting attacked- Truthfully he would pity someone so foolish to do so. Cause if you didn't kill them he would.

• But what was most known was- Mihawk was so whipped for you. Figuratively and Literally-

• The way you were formally introduced to the whole entirety of the Strawhat pirates was a necessary evil.

• "Zoro we need this- It says a red ruby is needed in order for this and we have non thays big enough!" Nami yelled pointing to the treasure map, Zoro sighed. He had accidently admitted he knew someone with a ruby big enough-

• After enough pestering he agreed and they set sail to Kuraigana Island

• It didn't take long to arrive at the gloomy island, A quick journey to the large castle and the spare key hidden under the mat lead the group inside.

• It looked like a cleaned haunted house- Which frightened the group more till the sound of your voice shook them from their thoughts

• "Is someone here?" You call from the large lounging area. Drawing them all in to the well lit room with a crackling fireplace.

• Sanji covered his nose quickly to stop a nosebleed as he stared at you, So elegantly seated with a cup of tea and a amused look on your face at seeing such a young group or pirates breaking into your home.

• Before Sanji could say a word Zoro slammed his hand over the blondes mouth quickly.

• "Madam Dracule" He said formally and bowed respectfully

• His whole crew stiffening at hearing the formal use of your name.

• DRACULE MIHAWKS WIFE!?

• Sipping your tea you raised a brow at Zoro as he bowed deeply to you. You knew he respected you just as much as Mihawk- the wife of his teacher as well as one of his teachers as well since you did assist in training.

• "Zoro, My dear child what brings you and your friends here?" You ask calmly, setting your tea aside as you felt the shift of the room.. they were nervous.

• "We came here to ask you-" The sound of the door slamming open shook them as they heard heavy footsteps walk to them. Revealing the man of the home, Mihawk. Wet from rain and pulling his hat from his head with a stoic frown

• "Dragă (Darling), What is this?" Mihawk questioned as he returned to his island home to see a familiar pirate ship docked and his Pupil on their knees before his wife. Paired with the group of familiar pirated standing in his livingroom.

• "I am not sure yet love, We were just about to discuss it" You say softly, standing up to gelp him take off his sword and coat. Already feeling his eyes following you as you did this-

• Both of you knowing it was an excuse to touch him.

• "We wished to temporarily barrow your ruby necklace Madame." Zoro said still bowing formally

• Mihawk's eyebrow twitching at hearing this-

• "You wish for my wife to give you her necklace?" He said as his eyes narrowed down at them.

• "J-Just for a little bit Sir!" Nami said, feeling anxiety wash through her system.

• "My Love" You cooed, reaching a hand over and touching the side of his face. Immediately it was like dealing with a feline, Leaning into your touch as he gave you a warning glare.

• "Barrowing a necklace is so minor compared to us at that age. Remember Cohi Island?" You purred, Mihawk giving a subtle growl in the back of his throat. "Ah Cohi Island, How can I forget?" He all but purred out.

• The two of you reminiscing as Mihawk began to place kisses up your arms as you pulled him close and whispered sweet sensual words and memories to him.

• "A little necklace won't be much trouble, Especially since it will be returned~" You whispered in his ear

• The poor strawhats subjected to the very outward affection of the Warlord. It was quite a unpleasant experience for them all-

• Mihawk unclasping the necklace with his teeth before tossing it at Zoro who quickly caught it. The Warlord glaring at his Pupil lazily

• "It will be returned' He said stoically, before returning to his task at hand.

• You wave them off, Smiling softly as Mihawk leaned into your neck to lay kisses and love bites.

• Zoro bowing again quickly as he held the necklace and the youthful pirates quickly filed out of the castle as fast as possible. Zoro still clutching the gemstone

• "Holy fuck! She literally got Hawkeye of all people to give you the necklace!" Usopp said in shock as Zoro nodded. Nami's eyeing that diamond necklace

• "Yes but it must be returned-" He stressed. Not being stupid enough to let anyone steal from his mentor or his wife-

• The group nodded and looked out at the raging storm that beat against them.

• "Well it's raining maybe we can ask for a room-" Usopp started but Zoro quickly shook his head, His face pale and eyes like he was living through War Flashbacks.

• "No- The unholy noises that are about to invade that castle no one will sleep" He said in a deadpan voice- and from the look in his eyes everyone believed him.

• That was a couple too in love

[lonewolflupe]

Hello lovelies I need you to know I am unwell, I am broken, error 404 Lupe not found. I visited LEGO World today and of course I was looking forward to visiting the Star Wars section and getting some pictures with big-shebs LEGO figurines.

The most unholy gasp left my lungs when I noticed there was a real dude in Captain Rex armour. Like, there was a Captain Rex. In the room. The same room where I was. The room I was visiting. Help

Pictures and more ramblings below the cut

@ghostymarni here's the rest I didn't share earlier

HE WAS MAGNIFICENT HE WAS GORGEOUS HE WAS SO HANDSOME I WAS SO SHY. I stared at him for 10 minutes before I mustered the courage to walk towards him. I said 'Captain, sir' and saluted and HE SALUTED BACK I AM SO UNWELL I ALMOST FAINTED ON THE SPOT HELP

Also I took a pic of his shebs, respectfully of course

Here's some stupid pics of me (I don't like being in pics but I made an exception today). Also that's my actual face especially the one with Rex I have never related more to an emoji.

The scout trooper was actually a pretty cool dude. He liked my shirt so I got that going for me, which is nice.

I went back a few more times to check on Rex (I am so normal *nervous laughter*) and got another magnificent pic of Rex which is now my phone's lock screen:

I mean, look at himmmm. FOOD DRINKS REX shut up and take my credits. And the LEGO Rex in the background? It's like poetry, it rhymes.

And I got a LEGO brick laser engraved. I choose something far more awesome than my name:

Oh yes LEGO, I almost forgot. All the LEGO was really cool, but I have to be honest, nothing beats a live Rex ahahaha. I wanted to share more pics of the LEGO figurines and dioramas but I'm not allowed more than 10 pics in one post apparently, and I'm not going to delete any of the above Rex-pics so I'm sorry about that.

Best day in a long while oh Maker I need to find a way to distract my brain now

[dee-writes-smut]

Mismatched Eyes Of Fire (Chapter Two)

SUMMARY It's your first day at UA, everyone you've met has seemed genuine (with the exception of Bakugo), though one person stands out against the rest, a boy with a similar fire in his eyes that you had seen in Tenko.

CONTENT WARNINGS death, depictions of homeless children, mentions of abuse, loss, memorial shrines, and grief. For the sake of the series (and my conscience), all characters are aged up while still following the plot of MHA. In other words, think of UA as a college rather a high school.

AUTHORS NOTE three consistent updates in a row?! Look at me go, guys!

SERIES MASTERLIST

Eraserhead was eerily quiet as he led you through the halls of the school you could now call home. The hallways were a labyrinth of polished floors and sleek walls adorned with inspiring posters of pro heroes. As you followed, you couldn't help but notice the grandeur of UA: high ceilings, bright lighting, and a sense of history embedded in the very walls. The hallways buzzed with energy, the chatter of students mingling with the occasional announcement over the PA system. You walked up several steps and took even more turns before arriving at a pair of grand wooden doors with a small plaque that read "Principal Nezu."

Before opening the door, Eraserhead introduced himself as Mr. Aizawa and asked that you address him as such unless out on missions. You readily agreed, feeling a wave of gratitude toward your new teacher for sticking his neck out to help you find better sleep arrangements than the cold, dirty concrete you had been sleeping on.

Aizawa had you wait outside Principal Nezu’s office for what felt like hours as he shared your situation behind closed doors. The minutes dragged on, feeling like an eternity as you rocked back and forth on your feet, growing more anxious about the whole housing ordeal. Yes, you were now a student at UA, but the school’s dorms were for general studies students and definitely cost more than you could ever dream to afford. You stared at the polished wooden door, tracing the intricate patterns in the wood grain with your eyes, trying to calm your nerves. The soft hum of voices behind the door was barely audible, adding to your anxiety as you waited.

When the doors finally swung open, Aizawa was accompanied by the mousy principal walking elegantly at his side. Nezu, though small in stature, exuded an air of authority and intelligence that was palpable. He looked you over contemplatively, taking stock of your body language and your tattered appearance with a simple hum and a nod toward Aizawa.

"I can see now what you are talking about," the principal said, his voice soft, unwavering, and detached, which you found more unsettling than comforting. "Excuse my manners, dear," he chuckled hauntingly. "My name is Nezu. I run this academy, and it has been brought to my attention that you have nowhere to stay comfortably while you are with us, is that correct?"

You immediately nodded, a harsh blush reddening your cheeks and neck. "Yes, sir," you managed to choke out, bowing respectfully.

"No need to be embarrassed. Do you mind if I ask some questions, out of personal curiosity?" Nezu wondered, Aizawa sending him a confused look.

"Of course," you stammered in response, looking between the two men (?).

"Do you have any family?" Nezu’s question was delivered as gently as the intellectual rodent could manage.

"No," you responded quickly, your throat burning with the need to weep at the reminder of your loss, of Tenko.

"Why are you here? What is it you wish to achieve in our hero academy?" Nezu continued, his black eyes gleaming with curiosity. When you let out a shaky breath, he immediately took a breath to reign himself in. "My apologies, I am used to having a good read on the people I meet, but you seem to be an enigma. I hope I didn’t offend you."

"No!" you responded quickly. "You didn’t, it’s just a sore subject," you paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I raised myself on the streets since I lost both my parents before I could remember them. I guess that loneliness and feeling of invisibility pushed me to want to be a hero. I want to help people feel seen, if that makes sense," you chuckled bashfully, rubbing your neck.

"Thank you for indulging me," the principal responded somewhat cheerily, waving a paw at Aizawa who was still standing at his side. "Mr. Aizawa will show you to your room. Also, I am personally going to pay for your tuition."

"I couldn’t," you immediately declined, your head spinning at his offer. "Having free board is enough. Seriously, I will get a job or something and pay it myself."

"Nonsense," Nezu smiled—or at least that’s what you thought he was doing. "Consider it a donation made in good faith. You will be a welcome star in our hero course this year. I don’t want you to worry about anything except for your training," Nezu nodded at Aizawa before giving you one last curious look and returning to his office. You thanked him hesitantly before the heavy doors closed.

"This way," Aizawa huffed, encouraging you to follow him back down the way you came.

The dorms at UA were gorgeous, towering buildings with each class’s numbers on them. Aizawa led you to one furthest from the rest of the dorms, the lettering above the building reading 1-A. It was the only building in the area aside from an identical building reading 1-B standing tall just opposite 1-A, separated by a wide cement walkway. The buildings looked newly constructed, with large windows that let in ample sunlight, making them look warm and inviting. The exterior was modern, with sleek lines and a blend of concrete and glass that gave it a sophisticated yet welcoming appearance.

As you approached the doors of the dorms, Aizawa stopped you. "Your room is the only complete one at the moment, fifth floor on the right in the middle. Also, here is a meal card. Just show it at the cafeteria when you get food, and you should have no trouble there."

"Thank you," you stammered in awe, taking the license-sized card colored in blue with the classic gold UA lettering on the front and a barcode on the back.

"The communal showers should be operating as well as the kitchen. If you find any issues, my room is on the first floor past the living room on the left," he added, opening the doors for both of you to enter. The lobby of the dorm was spacious and modern, with comfortable-looking furniture arranged around a large television. The walls were adorned with motivational posters and bulletin boards filled with various notices and announcements. There was a large communal area with plush couches, a few tables for studying or eating, and a game area complete with a pool table and several arcade machines.

"You should get your uniform sometime tonight or early tomorrow morning before classes start. As far as your hero costume goes, just submit your idea with any specifications to me before the week is up, and we’ll have the support department get it done for you."

"Sir, I don’t know what to say, this is all—I’m grateful," you breathed, desperately trying to keep your composure.

"All that we ask in return is that you do your best, plus ultra and all that," he rolled his eyes at himself, seemingly irritated that the school's moto had made its way past his lips. Rather than cringe, you were filled with a new sense of determination. You would not let these opportunities pass you by, and you would show everyone that all the effort and money they had put into you wasn’t in vain. You would earn every cent back by becoming the best.

"I will, sir," you bowed with a determined gleam in your eyes, causing your teacher’s lip to curl into an almost imperceptible smile—something you doubted happened often.

As Aizawa left, you took a moment to absorb your surroundings. The kitchen was state-of-the-art, with stainless steel appliances and a large island for communal cooking. You took the elevator up to the fifth floor, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Your room was at the middle of the hall, just as Aizawa had described. When you opened the door, you were greeted by a simple but cozy space with a bed, a desk, and a small window overlooking the campus. The room was sparsely furnished but had a warmth to it, with soft lighting and neutral tones that made it feel welcoming. A small dresser was tucked into the corner, and a bookshelf stood next to the desk, waiting to be filled with your belongings.

Setting your backpack down, you took a deep breath. This was your new beginning. You had a place to stay, food to eat, and the opportunity to become a hero. For Tenko, and for yourself, you would give it everything you had.

Your uniform had arrived just like Aizawa said, with a note reminding you to submit your hero costume design by the end of the week. The uniform fit perfectly, a stark contrast to the ill-fitting clothes you'd been wearing. It felt strange to be in something so clean and well-tailored, almost like stepping into a new identity. You'd spent several nights working on your hero costume design, carefully considering every detail, particularly the need for ear protection. When you finally handed it to Aizawa, you made sure to emphasize this requirement.

Aizawa nodded, taking the paper from you. Then, he handed you some cash. "From Nezu. He said to go buy some new clothes with it, preferably ones that fit."

Your face flushed red at the comment as you glanced down at your too-short pants and too-tight top. "Thank you, sir," you responded meekly, taking the money without complaint. By this point, you understood that it was no use arguing with the principal about money or anything else he had provided for your comfort. With a grunt, Aizawa left you to your thoughts, walking back to his room in the complex.

Today was your first day of classes, your first opportunity to prove yourself. You hadn’t had time to go out and buy new clothes yet, between studying and preparing, so you were thankful for the mandatory uniforms. As you got ready, you marveled at the difference consistent showers, access to clean water, and regular meals had made. You felt rejuvenated, less tired, and it showed. The dirt streaks and stains were gone, your calloused hands were softer, and your body had filled out enough to hide your ribs. You were beyond grateful for the opportunities you had been given, the space to prepare for the next big step in your life. This was going to change the course of your life forever, and there was no going back.

You had a feeling that these small acts of care were influenced by Tenko beyond the grave. For some reason, being here, achieving both your dreams, made you feel close to him, more connected. It felt nice; you felt seen again, a feeling that only Tenko had ever been able to give you. On top of that, you had asked Aizawa if you could set up a memorial shrine for your long-lost friend, and he had given you no resistance. Now that you had the means, you could remember Tenko properly. Every night before bed, you would light a censer and share your day with your friend, hoping he could hear your call and share in some of your light the same way you shared in his.

As you walked through the dormitory halls, you noticed how the early morning sun filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. The hallways were still quiet, with only a few students up and about, but there was a palpable sense of excitement in the air. You made your way to the common area, where a few students were already gathering, most likely checking out newly finished dorms, their nervous chatter filling the space. Some of them glanced at you curiously, but you were too focused on your thoughts to pay them much attention.

Standing at the entrance of your classroom, 1-A, you took a deep breath and stepped inside. The room was spacious and filled with state-of-the-art equipment. The desks were arranged in a semi-circle, ensuring everyone had a good view of the front where a large digital board displayed today's date and the UA logo. You took a seat near the middle, trying to find a balance between being too close to the front and not wanting to be too far back.

As more students trickled in, you noticed a few familiar faces from the entrance exam. Kirishima, the boy who had saved you from being crushed by the robot, waved enthusiastically at you before taking a seat nearby. You smiled and waved back, feeling a bit more at ease knowing you had at least one friendly face in the class. The chatter around you grew louder, filled with excitement and anticipation for what the day would bring.

Finally, the door opened, and Aizawa walked in, his usual tired expression in place. He set his things down on the desk at the front of the room and scanned the class, his gaze stopping momentarily on you. You straightened up, meeting his eyes with determination.

"Welcome to your first day at UA High School," he began, his voice firm but quieting the room instantly. "I am Mr. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher. We have a lot to cover, so let's get started."

By the time lunch rolled around, you were pretty familiar with most of your classmates. Mina, the fluffy pink-haired girl who had talked your ear off before the entrance exam, was still a ball of energy. When she noticed you seated next to Kirishima, she squealed, skipping over to you to start a conversation, with the rest of her group following along. Mina's exuberance was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile as she animatedly introduced her friends.

Hagakure, the invisible girl, nearly matched Mina’s enthusiasm. Her cheerful voice was easy to recognize, and she greeted you warmly. Ochaco introduced herself as Uraraka with a sweet smile and a polite bow, her presence gentle and kind. Jiro gave you a bored once-over before turning back to her conversation with a girl named Yaoyorozu, who introduced herself with a composed and confident demeanor. Yaoyorozu's authoritative aura suggested she would make a good leader.

Finally, a small girl named Asui waved hello, her expression wise and calm. She insisted on being called Tsu, and you were happy to oblige. Her serene demeanor was a calming influence amidst the lively group.

During a break between subjects, you met Shoji, Sato, and Koda. They were all kindhearted and easy to talk to when they did speak. Shoji's multi-armed form was imposing yet gentle, Sato's muscular build was contrasted by his soft-spoken nature, and Koda's connection with animals was endearing.

Ojiro introduced himself after you almost tripped over his tail. He chuckled, catching you by your arm with a crooked smile and a soft apology. His calm and composed demeanor made you feel at ease.

Kirishima introduced you to Kaminari, whom you had started to hope for a friendship with. Kaminari was actually really funny, but it seemed he was more focused on cracking jokes and making friends than on learning. You liked Kaminari, but you preferred Kirishima's grounded nature. Kirishima was just as kind as the day you met him at the entrance exam.

You introduced yourself to Tokoyami, who was hiding in a dark corner of the classroom, looking grossed out by something the short purple-haired guy had said. Tokoyami's brooding presence was intriguing, and you found his straightforwardness refreshing. Soon after, you had the displeasure of running into Mineta, the short purple-haired guy. You quickly understood why Tokoyami had made a weird face; Mineta was a perv.

You recognized Iida as the kid who asked the only question at the entrance exam. Turns out he wasn’t stuck up; he was just very particular about rules and guidelines. At least he seemed dedicated to his education, and you thought he could make a good leader if he learned to be more accepting of others' faults. Sero was talking with Iida at the time, so you were introduced to him as well. Sero's laid-back attitude was a nice contrast to Iida's strictness.

Aoyama was just sitting at his desk "sparkling," so you didn’t really have the opportunity to talk to him, but at least he was better than Bakugo, who was straight up unapproachable. In fact, Bakugo tried to yell at you when he bumped shoulders with you on the way to his desk, which led to the only acceptable response: you getting right back in his face and calling him out.

"You’re the one who ran into me!" you scoffed, sending an apologetic look toward the group of girls you were mingling with. They all stood stock still in shock at your response. The entire classroom had gone silent, seemingly holding their breaths for Bakugo's reaction.

"Weren’t you the idiot that was the closest to my score?" he huffed, glaring at you.

"Yes," you said confidently, throwing daggers with your eyes in his direction. Bakugo seemed unfazed, just as you were of him.

"You better get ready, I’ll kill you on the mats later!" Bakugo yelled, a sinister smile curving his lips as small licks of orange crackled from his palms. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the pathetic threat.

"We’ll see," you hummed before turning back to your conversation as if nothing had happened. Being ignored seemed to only piss Bakugo off more, but he held his tongue and sat down.

That led you to now, walking through the lunch line at the cafeteria, gathering your food card in hand as you paid for your mapo tofu and a side of rice. The aroma of the spicy tofu dish made your stomach growl in anticipation. You had run into a green-haired kid when initially getting into line. He was one of the students you hadn’t had a chance to meet before class started. His name was Midoriya, and he was incredibly sweet and friendly. The two of you chatted up a storm while in line, sharing your mutual excitement about being at UA and your dreams of becoming heroes. Midoriya's enthusiasm and genuine kindness made you feel even more welcome at UA, and you were grateful to have met someone who shared your passion for heroism.

As you made your way through the bustling cafeteria, the aroma of various dishes wafting through the air, you balanced your tray carefully. The cafeteria was abuzz with the lively chatter of students, the clatter of utensils, and the hum of excitement as everyone shared their morning experiences.

You navigated through the maze of tables, searching for an empty spot, when you suddenly collided with someone, causing your tray to wobble precariously. Your mapo tofu and rice threatened to spill over the edges as you quickly tried to steady it.

"I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, looking up to see who you'd run into. Standing before you was a tall boy with strikingly mismatched features. His hair was split down the middle, one side white as snow and the other a deep crimson red. His eyes mirrored this dichotomy, one a cool, icy blue and the other a warm, fiery gray. There was something about his eyes that reminded you so clearly of Tenko, that same fire you thought, though it was also entirely different. This boys fire perplexed you, sure it held plenty of anger and hatred, but it seemed a lot softer than Tenko’s, more controlled.

"It's fine," he responded calmly, his voice steady and composed. His expression was stoic, almost indifferent, but his eyes held a depth that hinted at a complicated past. "I should have been more careful."

You felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "No, really, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention."

The boy studied you for a moment, his gaze intense yet not unkind. "I'm Shoto Todoroki," he introduced himself, his voice devoid of any irritation.

You gave a small, nervous smile, introducing yourself as well. "Nice to meet you, Todoroki."

Todoroki nodded slightly, his eyes flicking to your tray. "You might want to find a seat before your lunch ends up on the floor."

You laughed softly, the tension easing a bit. "Good point. Do you have a seat already?"

He glanced around the cafeteria, then shook his head. "No, I don't. You can join me if you'd like."

Surprised by the offer, you nodded eagerly. "Sure, that would be great."

The two of you found an empty table near a window, the natural light casting a soft glow over your meals. As you settled down, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Todoroki's presence was imposing yet strangely comforting.

"So, you're in Class 1-A too?" you asked, trying to make conversation as you began eating your mapo tofu.

"Yes," he replied simply, taking a bite of his own lunch. "I saw you during the entrance exam. Your quirk is… interesting."

You chuckled lightly, a bit embarrassed by the attention. "Thanks. It's called Dissonance. I can influence actions and thoughts with my singing."

Todoroki raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "That's a powerful ability. Have you been training with it for long?"

You nodded, grateful for the interest. "Yeah, I've had to learn to control it and not overuse it. It can be pretty dangerous if I'm not careful."

He seemed to ponder this for a moment, then nodded. "It's important to know your limits. My quirk has its own challenges too."

You glanced at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn't, you decided to ask. "What about your quirk? It's pretty unique too, right? Though I don’t remeber ever seeing you at the entrance exam."

Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but you could see a flicker of something—perhaps hesitation or discomfort. "I got in through recommendation, I only saw you that day because I happened to step into the analysis room when you were using your quirk. As far as my quirk goes, I have control over both fire and ice," he explained, his tone even. "But I only use my ice side."

You tilted your head, sensing there was more to the story, but you decided not to press. "That's impressive. It must be difficult to balance both elements."

"It can be," he admitted, his gaze distant for a moment before returning to you. "But it's something I have to learn to manage."

The conversation flowed more easily after that, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Todoroki's company. Despite his initial aloofness, there was a quiet strength and determination about him that you respected. As you finished your lunch, you felt a sense of camaraderie with him, a shared understanding of the challenges you both faced in mastering your quirks and pursuing your dreams at UA.

[shinestarhwaa]

SORRY WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN ANYONE COMMENTING ON THIS PIC 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I Am staring respectfully sir-

[mariacrow]

This is my first time asking for a request-

Can you do Dreadwing and Predaking and use the trope their in love with reader and reader is oblivious to their them.

(Take all the time you need 🐝)

Dreadwing x reader x Predaking

2nd person

female reader

love triangle

AU where the reader is the only human on the Nemesis, working as an assistant in the lab or repairing

AU where Dreadwing is alive

oblivious reader, envy, possessiveness, stalking

Your oblivious state is kinda excused considering you're neck deep in lab work. Lord Megatron won't let you BREATHE. In fact, Predaking noticed you caught Dreadwing's optic, he was stalking you, following you around the Nemesis and checking lab's security cameras, often seeing you with Dreadwing. That's why he told Megatron the commander is keeping you away from swift progress. He was trying to keep you focused. He knows how much you love playing with giant robots and get easily distracted by them. Or he was just jealous because he was fond of you as well and wanted you all to himself.

You stayed longer this evening, not leaving the work undone. you were sitting on a control panel in the lab, struggling to navigate through the decepticon high tech and reach any touch pad - it's like a goddamn exercise every time you work on their computers.

Dreadwing came back after a successful mission and immediately went to check on you. Dready has a cruuuush~

Well it's not like he was expressing it. He was keeping it strictly to himself but he's never able to hide a light blue blush in his cheek plates when he feels your small, tender touch on his forearm or when you give him a wide, honest smile.

"Miss Y/N." he said while approaching you, always formal no matter what.

"Commander Dreadwing." you said respectfully as you took your eyes off the computer for a millisecond to look at him.

"Why are you still working at this hour?" he asked while curiously looking at what you're doing.

"I can't leave the work undone. I need to note today's formula progress, Shockwave's orders." you said while still struggling with the control panel's touch sensitivity.

"I am quite sure that is Knockout's job."

"He was needed... elsewhere. By elsewhere I mean he needed an urgent buff job." you said through a light chuckle.

That made Dreadwing smile a little while not taking his optics off of you.

"Do you require any assistance?"

You looked at him and sighed, stretching your back, "I'm almost done anyway. But I really think they should've found someone with bigger hands for this job." you said with a pinch of humor again as you continued storing data.

"I think so too. You are... far too small for this."

SIZE KIIIIIIIIIINK. His own words made him start daydreaming. He stared thinking of your petite, fragile body in his servos, holding you with great tenderness, trying his best not to hurt you. As he was taking a better look at you, he started wondering how your hair feels like, how your skin feels like, your clothes even...

He cleared his throat before he spoke: "Y/N... I was wondering if-"

He was interrupted by the lab door opening and the heaviest footsteps on this ship approaching. You both turned around to see Predaking proudly walking with his servos behind his back and his huge chassis puffed out.

"Commander Dreadwing. I was sent by lord Megatron himself to check on our assistant. Am I perceiving an act of distraction?" Predaking asked.

"No, I was merely-" Dreadwing got interrupted by him again.

"I was asking her." unpleasantly said the predacon.

"Uhm.. n-no, sir, commader Dreadwing wasn't distracting me at all, he was simply.. keeping me company. It can get too quiet in here." you tried keeping a positive tone.

"Hm. Understood. Is the work done?"

"Almost, sir."

"Almost!?" displeased predacon started, "You are far past the deadline!"

"But sir, Shockwave told me-"

"It does not matter what Shockwave told you, Megatron is your lord and master and he wants those notes delivered NOW!" he lied just to get Dreadwing out of the lab.

"Predaking, she is doing her best-"

"Commander Dreadwing, I do not recall asking for your opinion. I will ask you to leave the laboratory and stop keeping our comrade away from progress." Predaking said in a monotone manner.

Dreadwing didn't want to make a scene even though he REALLY wanted to beat his robo lizard aft. He frowned as his upper derma danced in irritation.

"Very well." was all the wise commander said before leaving, being a bigger person. All he wanted to do is ask you out, dam.

"Sir, he really wasn't-" Predaking interrupted you as he very gently placed his giant servo on your shoulder.

"Let me do the work for you, little one."

"...But-"

"Do not fret. That was merely a part of an act. I do not need Dreadwing reporting to Megatron about this." even though Dreadwing was the first one to offer help. Predaking knew because he was behind that door all along.

"If you say so, sir, but I'm almost done-"

"You will take full credit for your work." Predaking, the king of interruption, gently wrapped his servo around you, picked you up and placed you on the floor.

"Get some rest, Y/N." he said with a mild grin on his face before he turned around to face the computer as he started putting a cherry on top of your work.

You smiled back at him and said your goodbyes and goodnights as you walked away.

+bonus+

Predaking: ...why are you still here-

Y/N: door sensors don't work for me- *standing there in front of huge closed door like🧍‍♂️. You're too small for door sensors on the Nemesis to see you*

Predaking: oh- right- *as he rushed to help you open THE GODDMAN DOOR* how do you manage to open doors when there is no one around to help you-

Y/N: I throw stuff at the sensor🧍‍♂️

Predaking: oh. 🧍‍♂️

Dividers belong to @straywords 🖤

[viking-raider]

Salt in Our Wounds - CHAPTER IV

Summary-> Gus is healing and moving about. However, nothing is sunshine around the house.

Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader

Word Count-> 3.3k

Chapters-> I II III

Warnings-> PG-13: Language, Deception, References to WWII

Inspiration-> The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.

Author’s Note-> I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

-> If you would like to get notifications for my writing! Just follow my Tag List blog, @VIKING-RAIDER-TAGLIST as well as my @VIKING-RAIDER-LIBRARY and turn on the notifications for it! It’s that easy!’ Ao3-> DRAGON_DWELLER

“You told our father what?” Edmund barked, as you met him outside the cottage, the next morning.

You had peeked out the window for him, ever since you woke.

“Well,” You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. “It was Gus that thought on his feet and told Papa that he was working with you on things around the house.” You repeat yourself, licking your lips. “We had to tell him something, when he found Gus coming out of the bathroom, after his shower.”

Edmund carded a hand through his hair and paced on the small porch. “So, you told him that Gus was a carpenter from another village, who's come over to help me put up shelves in the basement and do repairs around the cottage?”

“Yes.” You nodded, fidgeting. “What else were we to tell him, Eddie? I just opened the front door and grabbed some random man off the street, who looked as if he needed a shower?” You huffed, a tad frustrated.

“No.” He sighed, waving his hand, a tired expression coming over his face. “No, the two of you did the right thing. I suppose it's just as good an excuse to explain him to Pops than any other.” He exhaled again and stopped pacing. “Right well, is the man handy with a hammer or saw?”

“I haven't the slightest clue.”

“I'll find out.” Edmund replied, motioning you both inside and found Gus sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading his book.

Edmund looked at you with a lifted brow and you gave him a look that said, why not, since your father knew he was there, making your brother roll his eyes.

“Good morning, Edmund.” Gus greeted him, setting his book down.

“Morning.” He answered, narrowing his eyes at the other man, sitting nonchalantly at the table. “Are you ready to work today?” He asked, squaring his shoulders.

“I am.” Gus answered, taking a gulp of his coffee, unphased.

“Not before the two of you eat breakfast.” You spoke up, pulling your apron on. “So, park yourself at the table.” You ordered Edmund, pointing to the chair across from Gus, defusing the brewing cloud of male bravado.

Sighing, Edmund pulled the chair out and plopped into it, giving you a short nod as you set a steaming cup of coffee down in front of him. Blowing gently on it, he stared across at Gus, who had returned to his book, but felt the other man's eyes on him and lifted a brow over the top of his page. Edmund cocked a brow back at him.

“So, Gus.” Your father called out from the sitting room, having kept his own eye on him since Gus appeared upstairs.

“Yes, sir?” Gus answered, respectfully setting his book down again and tilting slightly to the side to give Mael his attention.

“Why aren't you fighting in the War?”

“Papa!” You gasped, head jerking in his direction, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “That's rude.” You whined at him, frowning.

“It's all right.” Gus replied, smiling sweetly at you. “I don't mind.” He assured you, then looked back at Mael. “I'm a Conscientious Objector, being Evangelical.” He explained to him, causally.

Mael stared at Gus for a long while, fluttering and tapping the pencil between his fingers against his map. The sizzle of hotcake batter on the red-hot griddle and the bubble of the percolator on the counter filling the quiet space, as no one spoke. Finally, Edmund grunted, shrugging his shoulders and taking another sip of his coffee, putting the atmosphere back into some reasonable balance.

“At least, he's not a deserter or a Nazi.” Edmund commented, putting his coffee cup down and picking up the newspaper you'd set on the table.

“Exactly.” You trumpeted, nodding your head, a tingle of relief running through you, turning back to the griddle to flip the hotcakes. “How many cakes do you want, Papa?” You asked, shoveling the steaming rounds onto a serving plate.

“Three, Peanut.” He answered, still tapping his pencil, but his eyes had shifted to the uneven hardwood floor.

Nodding, you shifted three over onto his plate, before taking up a knife and cutting another in half, adding one half with his three, knowing sometimes three weren't enough, but four could be too much for him.

“Boys?” You called over your shoulder, cracking an egg onto the griddle, beside the two fresh pools of batter.

“Four, please.” Gus chimed, turning a page.

“Same.” Edmund replied, squinting at the small print of the article he was trying to read.

Humming to yourself, you finished cooking up the batter and made everyone an egg, before doling out plates. Everyone had just dug in, when a knock sounded on the door. You and Edmund tensed, eyeing each other, a silent conversation going between you.

“Don't be rude!” Mael huffed around a mouthful of food.

Sighing, you stood up and answered it, finding Dr. Tremblay on your doorstep, black bag in hand, a flood of relief washing over you.

“Oh! Good morning, Dr. Tremblay.” You greeted him, glancing behind you to Gus and Edmund.

“Good morning, mon chéri.” Tremblay smiled at you, kissing your cheek and glancing into the house and spotting Gus at the table, enjoying his breakfast. “I see my patient is feeling better.” He commented, lifting a bushy white brow.

“He is.” You nodded, stepping to the side. “Please, come in. Would you like some coffee or tea?” You asked, biting your lip nervously.

“Tea would be nice, oui.” Dr. Tremblay answered, setting his bag on the table.

Edmund looked at the respected senior and cocked a brow over his shoulder to his father, hoping to indicate not speaking of Gus's injury and real purpose in the house. Tremblay returned a squinty eyed glare, just as you set down his cup of tea, making you chuckle at the two of them.

“What's brought you over so early, Sacha?” Mael asked, forking a hotcake into his mouth, but his eyes were cast over the table.

“Oh,” Tremblay waved his hand dismissively, before reaching out for the sugar pot in the center of the table, dropping two granular, ivory cubes into his teacup. “I came to check up on Edmund.” He replied, looking at your brother with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Heard from Thom that he might need a new pair of glasses. So, I've come to take some measurements.” He said, patting his bag, still sitting on the table.

“You didn't mention anything about that, Ed.” Your father croaked, looking a bit alarmed.

“I didn't want to burden you with it, Pops.” Edmund answered, squeezing the handle of his fork. “No worries though. Doc has it under control.” He grunted, eyes shifting over to Gus.

Everyone finished their breakfast and Edmund showed Tremblay upstairs, under the guise of looking at his eyes in privacy, while Gus excused himself to the bathroom, following the two of them upstairs. You fret a little bit, picking up the dishes from the table and putting them in the sink, the feeling anxious of not knowing if Gus's wound was healing right or if he needed the antibiotics anymore. You wanted to go upstairs and join them. But knew if you did, your father would likely get more suspicious.

“Are we going to take our usual Sunday afternoon stroll around the garden today, Papa?” You asked, putting a plate on the drying rack.

“I'll see how I feel come time, Peanut.” Mael replied, leaning against the arm of his chair to catch every word the radio presenter was saying.

Nodding, you pulled out the mop bucket and carried it out to the garden, using the garden hose to fill it. Leaning against the wall beside the door, you looked up at the morning sky, steely with angry looking, iron-gray clouds drifting by overhead. You drew in a deep breath, filling your nostrils with the cool and salty scent of the sea, but it also had the faint snap of the ozone, the possible threat of chubby raindrops.

“Well, it looks like my nurse took excellent care of me.” Gus's voice chimed in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Your wound is all right?” You asked, casting your eyes up to his.

“Yes, ma'am.” He smiled, filling the doorway. “Healing nicely and should have the stitches out in no time.” He assured you, lifting his jumper a little to show you. “I also don't need any more shots! Which I am thankful for!” He chuckled, but looked at you quickly. “Not that you weren't good at administering them!”

“Oh no!” You giggled, cheeks warm with embarrassment and relief. “I'm just as glad as you are! I would have much preferred Dr. Tremblay make you take the antibiotic by mouth! The idea of sticking you, or anyone, with a needle is frightening. I'm surprised I didn't wound you further in the process.”

Gus smirked, glancing down at his boots. “I doubt you could have. I have thighs the size of tree trunks.” He remarked, biting his lip for a moment. “Your bucket!” He gasped, catching sight of the water spilling over the side.

“Oh shoot!” You snapped, twisting the nozzle off and letting out a sigh.

“I'm sorry, I distracted you.” Gus apologized, watching you tip the bucket slightly to let out the excess water.

“It's all right. I should have been paying attention.” You shrugged, grabbing the handle.

“Here, I'll carry it in for you.” He offered, replacing your hand with his at the handle.

You brushed a loose lock of hair behind your ear and watched him take it inside, before shaking your head, as if to snap yourself out of something, and followed him back inside. “You can put it right there.” You instructed him, going under the sink to grab the bottle of fairy liquid. “Are you going to help my brother?” You asked in a hushed voice, pouring some of the washing up solution in the water, while glancing over at your father, who had dozed off.

“I don't know.” Gus replied, a crease forming between his brows. “I'm not sure your brother is too fond of me.”

“Edmund is...” You sighed, resting your hands on your hips. “Edmund tends to be guarded. Many relationships in his life haven't panned out. With our mother leaving us and his wife—well, Willa has big dreams. She feels have been held back and blames him for that, by keeping them here in Saint-Thurney. So, sometimes, even when he does like someone, he gives them the cold shoulder.”

“He's waiting for the boot to drop.” He nodded, understanding.

“Exactly.” You hummed, grabbing the mop and dripping it into the soapy bucket. “Now, you need to skitter off my kitchen floor, so I can wash it.” You ordered, shooing him.

“Yes, ma'am.” Gus laughed, swiping his book off the kitchen table, gave you a grinning salute and made for the basement, casting one more look back at you, smirking as you started scrubbing the floor. “Do you want any help?” He asked, finding Edmund framing up the shelves against the cellar wall.

Edmund paused, a nail clamped between his lips, bracing his elbow against the board he was nailing, he took the one out of his mouth, answering. “Are you any good at building things?”

“I find my way around a saw, hammer and a nail.” Gus replied, looking around at Edmund's spread-out supplies. “Just tell me what you want done with them.”

“All right.” Edmund nodded, cocking a brow at him. “I need a few more boards cut. I already have them marked to length. You can do that for me.”

“Sure thing, Captain.” Gus replied, going into his makeshift room to set his book down. “What?” He asked the other man's look, lifting one of the pre-marked boards onto the sawhorses, finding the pencil measurements and grabbing the saw that rested against the leg beside him.

“Don't call me that.” Edmund growled, an angry glare in his eyes.

Gus held his gaze for a moment, a faint smirk on his lips. “My apologies.”

The two of them nodded at each other, then turned back to their work.

There was no afternoon walk to be had, the dark clouds from that morning broke open and saturated everything outside, shutting in the residents of Saint-Thurney. Your father continued to doze in his chair, unbothered by the weather pattering the roof like a percussion symphony. Gus and Edmund were still down in the basement, hard at work, coming up periodically for bathroom breaks and refreshments, and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea and getting lost in the world of Oliver Twist.

You paused, bringing your teacup to your lips and cast your eyes to the window by the door, sure you had heard something outside, above the rain and carpentry. But saw nothing and shrugged, taking your sip and set the cup down, returning to your sentence. However, a few moments later, you swore you heard it again; putting you on edge.

“Edmund!” You called out, slowly setting your book down, the hairs at the back of your neck began to stand up. You gasped, seeing three men flash by the window. “Edmund!” You shouted, startling your father awake, his eyes wide with panicked alarm.

A thunder of furious pounding sounded on the front door accompanied Edmund and Gus's boots stomping up the basement stairs, frantic and confused. You had rushed over to your father, in an attempt to calm him before he slipped into an episode of shock.

“It's the Patrol!” You cried, rubbing your father's back, eyes trained on the vibrating door, a stream of German demands now being shouted with their banging, mixed with accented French and English.

“Damn my eyes.” Edmund growled, gritting his teeth. “They must be doing random searches, thinking they can catch everyone inside with the weather.” He huffed, wiping at his sweaty brow and glancing at Gus, who seemed startling calm, but tense.

“We have to let them in!” You urged your brother, not liking how angry the Patrol sounded and knowing the longer you waited, the worse it would be.

“I know!” Edmund barked sharply, the gears in his brain spinning for a split second longer, before he took a long step forward and yanked the door open. “What's the meaning of this!? Are you trying to wake the dead?” He demanded, looking the three German Patrol officers over, the Sturmführer was red faced, and all of them were dripping from being forced to wait so long in the rain, for an answer.

“Inspections!” He snapped in Edmund's face, a small bit of spit hanging from his bottom lip.

“Yes, fine!” Edmund replied, rolling his eyes and shoving the door open.

No one moved as the three officers entered the cozy cottage. Your hand shook as it rested on your father's shoulder, periodically massaging it when you felt him tremble, still on the edge of a possible attack from his Shell Shock. Edmund eyed them from his place by the door, sweaty hands clenched into fists as he watched them conduct their inspections. More like a path of intrusive destruction. They yanked books off shelves, opened cabinets and tossed out their contents, pushed over furniture for amusement.

Even nicked things, when they thought the owners weren't looking.

Mael leaned forward slightly, mumbling to himself, causing you to frown. You tried to kneel down to bring your ear close to his mouth and listen to what he was saying, worried for him, but were stopped by one of the officers. He grabbed you roughly by the arm and yanked you up, barking something at you in German that you didn't understand.

“Please, he's not well!” You protested, tugging against him, desperate to care for your father before he slipped too far.

“Nein, bleib, Hexe!” He barked at you, making you cry out, his grasp tightening.

Before Edmund could blink, Gus was halfway across the kitchen, trained on the German holding you, like a bull seeing red. Snarling, with nostrils flaring, Gus twisted his fist in the officer's uniform and yanked them together. Forcing the other man up onto the tip-toes of his black polished boots in the process.

“Let her go!” He barked, giving him a good shake, for effect.

Startled, he let go, you tumbled to the floor at their feet, and rubbed at the burning handprint that was left behind. The air in the cottage thickened dramatically. One of the officer's comrades came rushing in from the garden, hearing the commotion, and fumbled for his sidearm. While their leader came flying downstairs.

“What is this!” The commanding officer demanded, glaring at Gus as he continued to hold his subordinate. “Put my officer down! At once!” He ordered, when Gus didn't move, showing no fear or reluctance towards the three of them, unlike you, Edmund or your father. “Who is this man?” He barked, looking between your brother and father.

“Answer me, at once!” He screamed, face turning red again. “Or I'll have him shot!”

“No!” You cried out, frightened. “Gus, let him go!” You begged him, pulling on his pant leg, desperately. “I'm fine, please!”

“Answer!” The officer growled at the lot of you, his limited patience wearing thin. “Oswin!” He hissed at his officer, who was now pointing his Walther p38 at Gus. “Shoot him!” He ordered, with a hard jerk of his head.

“He's my sister's fiancé!” Edmund blurted out, as Oswin pulled the pistol's slide back, his eyes wild in the heat of the moment, before collecting himself and saying more calmly. “He's just my sister's fiancé.” He gulped, meeting your eye as you looked up at him, stunned, and caught off guard by the omission.

“What man wouldn't protect his betrothed?” He asked the Storm Leader, moving his eyes to Gus.

“A lesser man.” Gus replied, taking the cue, then looked at the commanding officer. “And I'm not a lesser man, to have your filthy runt put his hands on my girl.” He growled, shoving the man away.

“Why have we not seen you before?” He demanded, looking Gus over.

“He was serving, but just returned home, after being wounded.” You explained to him, looking up at Gus. It was the easiest bit of information to give, for them to believe, Gus could show them his wound.

“Is that so?” The officer asked, cocking a brow.

“It is.” Gus answered, pulling up his jumper to show them his bullet wound. “I was wounded in Belgium and discharged. So, I came here to be with her and recover.”

“Can anyone other than those here confirm your story?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the lot of you.

“Yes.” Edmund chimed in, feeling like the situation was on decent grounds. “Dr. Sacha Tremblay. He's been doctoring his wound since he's been back.”

“I will be checking and informing the Director General.” The Storm Leader warned the three of you, and the look in his eyes hinted at his misgiving, waiting for one of you to crack.

“Very well.” Edmund answered, his tone bland, shrugging one shoulder.

The senior officer stared the three of you down for a second longer, before looking to his men, inquiring in German if they had found anything. But the two replied in the negative. There was no contraband or anything that could get any of you in trouble as collaborators to the French Resistance or Allied Powers. Despite Gus standing right there in front of them, plain as day.

Whether they knew that or thought they had enough evidence to take you in, was another story entirely.

[beheamothscreamoth]

YYEAAAAHHHHH!!!! THAT'S HIM!! MY LITTLE GERMAN BOY!!! HE IS SO KUNTENSERVEN /POS

Okay guys, hear me out,,, This, but with Leander *I scutter back into my cave*

[rorywritessmut]

You hate your asshole boss. So, after an interview you two decide to take something for a spin

Kinktober 2023: Hate Fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

You hated Bakugou Katsuki. He was arrogant, entitled, and full of shit. You wouldn’t let him know he got under your skin, though. You knew that would boost his ego to know the super positive and happy person you were, hated him. He was also your boss. Being the number 2 hero was already inflating his ego. Always going on and on about his obsession with beating Deku.

You are a people pleaser. Even when that person is your self absorbed boss.

So, you spent every day of your life kissing Bakugou’s ass. “Yes sir” this and “Please, don’t, sir” that. You are his relations manager so trying to control him was a pain in your ass and was wearing on your patience. You begged your company to let you be Chargebolt’s assistant when he harassed the other way. You’d rather be flirted with than yelled at constantly for using your quirk.

Gentle Touch is the name of your quirk. This entailed that just a gentle touch could calm down the most anxious person. You were also in school to become a therapist for traumatized civilians after Villian attacks. You needed a job to pay for school and your company scooped you up and paired you with your current pain in the ass.

Your quirk was used often when it came to the explosive man that is Bakugou Katsuki. You took a lot of pride in showing him how to calm the fuck down from time to time. His gravelly voice telling you to quietly “Fuck off” would make your entire day better.

Today, you broke. Bakugou had an interview with some popular gossip channel and your quirk was all used up before the first 10 minutes of it. Bakugou was pissed about the interview and the two of you almost didn’t make it on the ride over to the building.

“So, Dynamight, any special ladies in your life?” The hostess leaned over and you got a good whiff of her perfume.

“Just this bitch right here.” Bakugou pointed a finger at you, “Keeps me in line and shit”

“Oh-ho-ho, you’re in a relationship with your relations manager?”

“No!” You quickly interjected, “He means that there are no women in his life other than the women he works with, respectfully.” You always did this. You always had to clean up his crass language to keep the gossip media out of his business. Frankly, you were sick of it.

“Yeah, whatever she said.” He crossed his arms aaaand he was gone. While he was physically there, he was emotionally gone. This usually meant that you were going to be stuck answering his questions.

“Not even your mom?” The hostess teases.

“That hag-”

“No, Dynamight loves his mother very much.” You physically put your hand on his shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

“Ah, you two seem close. Tell me about yourself, oh great Relations Manager.”

“I have a useful quirk that calms Dynamight down so I was hired to keep him in line.” You regret saying that when the hostess raises her eyebrow.

“I see, so, you keep him in line and he pays your way through school? Sounds like a sugar daddy exchange to me.” She sneers, how did she know you went to school and that Bakugou paid for it??

“Listen,” Bakugou growls but you make a low sound.

“Ma’am, my desire to go to school has nothing to do with Bak-Dynamight,” You take a deep breath in, “I am just his relations manager.”

“A bitch too.” Bakugou sneers at you, narrowing his ruby red eyes at you.

“Looks like we have an enemies to lovers situation-ship!” The hostess is covering her mouth as you stare at Bakugou.

His lips quirked ever so slightly at the sight of your rigid body. You wanted nothing more than to walk off set and never see him again. Every damn time your relationship came up, Bakugou’s answers became more and more vague making it seem like you two actually engaged with each other beyond work.

“I’m done.” You clipped off your mic set, threw it on the ground, and stormed off.

You could hear Bakugou right behind you, stomping through the corridor. He called your name a few times and you felt tears come to your eyes. This job was ruining your life, if you were being honest.

“You’re not done.” Bakugou snapped and grabbed your wrist. You were brought back to reality.

“Get.Off.Me”

“No”

“Bakugou Katsuki, I am done with this job. I went on two dates with a guy and when I asked why he ghosted me later it was because he didn’t want to be involved with “Dynamight’s Girl,” what the hell does that even mean?!” You’re pushing on h8is chest with your finger, getting up in his face.

“It’s because you are my girl,” He sneers and corners you in the hallway. His arms are on both sides of you, trapping you.

“Since when?!” You’re looking up at him now.

“Since you first used your quirk on me”

“You don’t even know me” You push him with both hands and storm to your dressing room.

Of course, he follows you into the room and locks the door behind him. He stalks towards you, something unreadable behind his eyes. You back away from him until the back of your legs hits the desk behind you. You’re reminded of why you hate him so much. Of course he thinks you belong to him. He thought he was entitled to everybody around him.

“Listen to me,” He starts but you’re not having it.

“No! I am done working for you, I’ll find a different job and get myself through school.”

“No, you won’t,” He grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him. He pulls said wrist to his lips and kisses it. Never once did he break eye contact with you. You’re left speechless at his actions. “Now, quit being a brat.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” You scream and trash against him. “I don’t like you. I hate you” Venom laces your voice and you see something dark in Bakugou’s eyes.

He takes off his mask and ear pieces with one hand. He tightens his grip on your wrist and he pulls you impossibly closer. He leans in and licks a stripe from your collarbone to the shell of your ear.

“You hate me?”

“Yes, I hate you so much.” You whisper, closing your eyes. You’re losing control of yourself and you can feel your sex dripping with sudden need. Sudden need for your asshole of a boss.

“I can smell you, you know, dripping with desire,” he whispers in your ear, “I want you to turn around, pretty girl.” You stay put. When Bakugou notices your disobedience, he grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Now, you’re looking into your eyes in the Vanity. You flicker your eyes up to Bakugou who has a Cheshire grin on his face. Your chest is tight and your thoughts are running a million miles a minute. It’s obvious from the way he’s tracing lines along your bicep, that he’s not going to hurt you. You can’t help the sudden feeling of dread and desire pooling in your stomach.

“Now, quit being a brat and listen to me,” He’s talking to your reflection in the mirror, “I always get what I want. What I want is to fuck you until you’re a blubbering mess.” You swallow something thick.

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki. If you’re going to be my little fuck, at least call me by my first name.” Bakugou coos and runs a finger down your neck and along your collarbone.

“No. I fucking hate you, I won’t call you anything.”

“What happened to Yes Sir?” Bakugou teases.

You look at his reflection and suddenly he’s gagging you with his pointer and middle finger. Your eyes go wide and you can’t find it to be scared. Instead, you’re insanely turned on and pissed off. You bite down on his fingers and he jerks them out of your mouth. The asshole grabs your jaw and forces your hips against the vanity. You can feel his erection against your back.

“Bitch.” He sneers and you smile at the name calling. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. I am a man, though, I want to fuck you.”

You contemplate for a second, did you want this? The traitor between your thighs begged for him to fulfill his promise. Your brain though:? It was still unsure of what it wanted right now. Suddenly, you felt a tapping sensation on your temple. You looked at Bakugou and saw it was him tapping on your head.

“Don’t think too much. Just go with your gut.” Easy for him to say, your guts wanted rearranged. Slowly, you nodded your head.

“I warned you.”

“I’m going to tell you this won’t happen again,” You sneered at him. “You’re probably a pathetic fuck anyways.”

“I’ll prove you wrong.” You snorted at that remark.

With all this tension, he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror again. You grab onto the vanity and prepare for the worst dicking you’ve gotten in a while.

“I am going to tell you one time and one time only, keep your eyes on the reflection in the mirror.” You quirk an eyebrow as he begins to disappear behind you.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing your skirt above your hips. You try to crane your head back but you receive a swift slap to the ass. You yelp and turn your attention back to your mirror image. Bakugou makes haste by pulling down your underwear. He groans at the aroma of your gushing arousal.

You’re not prepared for him to lick from your clit to your asshole. A moan escapes from your plush lips and you feel your face heat up at the sound. Grabbing onto vanity with a vice grip, you’re prepared for the second lick. Bakugou doesn’t spend much time assaulting your clit from this position. Instead, he opts to tongue fucking the apex between your thighs. You try to not let his pride swell by wantonly moaning every time he hits something right. Which happens to be a lot.

Bakugou taps your ass cheek and teases your lips with his fingers. Is he asking for permission to finger fuck you? You make a whining sound to confirm that you need something inside of you.

“Good girl,” He praises and plunges his fingers past your labia.

“Fuck” You curse.

You can feel him smile against your sex as he slowly inches towards your tight hole with his tongue. You gasp at the sensation of his fingers curling inside your spongy canal and the assault on your asshole. Moaning his name, you look at your face and you’re surprised at the look that’s there. Your lips are torn from biting them to keep the sounds to a minimum. Your eyes have tears brimming in the corners. Bakugou continues to lick and thrust, driving you mad.

“Please,” you beg, “Please fuck me.” You can’t believe you are actually begging him to fuck you. The very man you hated so much.

“Have you been good enough? Want to see yourself fucked out of your mind? Bakugou stands and grabs your jaw. You nod your head with the little movement you’re allowed. You hear Bakugou shed the rest of his hero attire but you don’t dare turn to look at him.

“Hurry,” you plead.

Bakugou wastes little time in lining up with your entrance and beginning at a brutal pace. Letting out a strew of curse words, you let out a long drawn out moan. Using a staccato beat, Bakugou grips onto your hips to lift you up off the floor and changes the angles. He sets yet another brutal pace and you drop your head in pleasure. Bakugou slides out and pulls your hair by the scalp, making you look at yourself.

“I said to keep looking,” He growls out and you lazily look up at your image in the mirror.

You’re definitely fucked out of your mind. Your hair is disheveled and saliva runs down your chin. Your breasts have come out of your bra and shirt, nothing like you’ve ever seen before. Bakugou hums in your ear and slides back in. He thrusts and thrusts until you’re almost screaming in unison with them. There’s a tension building in your core that is threatening to snap. You grip the vanity as hard you can before your tipping point is reached.

“Katsuki,” You cry, “I’m coming.”

“Fuck, me too.” He grunts and you’re both moaning as you come down from your high.

Everything is silent as you clean up, head out, and go your separate ways. You leave in the same car but never say a word to each other. Soon, you’re home and you pass out from exhaustion.

The next day? Well, gossip gets around quick.

[xximpressions]

The Duchess (6)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: A confrontation

Word Count: 1,011

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The shift in Anthony’s stance was subtle enough that the unassuming passerby would not have noticed it.

But because it perfectly mirrored the way he stood before you on the night you had met all those weeks ago, your mind could not help but take notice of his slight repositioning.

Your mind also could not help but notice that in the moment it took for Anthony to protectively move in front of you, his demeanor had gone from warm and friendly to cold and unfeeling as he stared hard daggers at the man still standing in front of you both.

With an edge of steel to his voice, your former rescuer began to speak.

“I do not believe we were properly introduced the last time we met. I am Viscount Bridgerton.” He announced with a touch of hostility.

Pausing to give your brother-in-law a noticeable onceover, Anthony continued by asking with a note of disdain,

“And who might you be?”

As if the Viscount's obvious dislike amused him, the man who still had the stench of a brewery following him began to smile spitefully as he spoke.

“Who am I? Oh, well I would be a Duke by now…”

Glaring over Anthony’s shoulder into your unafraid eyes, he finished by quietly seething, 

“...If she had just married me. Then everything would have gone according to plan.”

After taking a step into his line of view, the Viscount had your brother-in-law’s attention once more.

“Well fortunately for her, it did not,” he said with a glare of his own. “Now if you will excuse us.”

Holding his hand out to you, Anthony respectfully said,

“My Lady,”

As he waited for you to take it.

Placing your hand in his without removing your gaze from the despicable man in front of you meant you saw how his eyes took notice of such a gesture.

Narrowing his eyes, your brother-in-law bitterly said,

“As I recall it, you were rather fussy about being called by your proper title the last time we met, your Grace.”

Arching a simple brow, you calmly responded by saying,

“What may be a title for some, good sir, can simply be a true statement for others.”

And flashed him a cold smile as you did so.

Without waiting to see his reaction, you deliberately turned your eyes to the Viscount in order to show him you were ready to take your leave with a brief nod of your head.

But before you and Anthony could turn to make your departure, the jealous man before you accusingly stated with suspicion,

“Ah, so she has seduced yet another man of station, has she?”

Upon hearing such insulting words, you suddenly had to be on hand to hold the Viscount back when he abruptly turned to advance on the one spewing rumors that could possibly ruin your reputation. But it luckily was not needed when a firm hand clasped down on Anthony’s other shoulder.

“I do not believe that is any way to speak in front of a Lady,” 

Said Simon, as he kept his friend from making a scene while also addressing your brother-in-law with a regal authority.

Your surprise at seeing him—and seeing him defend you—only doubled when you felt the approach of his wife on your other side as she said,

“Indeed, your Grace. It is very curious that he wonders why those of us who are Dukes and Duchesses do not consider him to be a true gentleman.”

Feeling the unwavering support of your rescuer, his friend, and his sister surrounding you made it easier for you to promptingly say with confidence,

“I believe this man was actually just leaving, Duchess.”

Realizing that he was now not only outranked, but also outnumbered, your brother-in-law decided to take the time to throw one more glare in your direction before finally skulking away into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, it was Daphne who turned to you and worriedly said,

“Are you okay? We wanted to make sure everything was alright when we saw how serious you both looked while talking to that man. Who was he?”

Full of exasperation for the situation, you explained by saying,

“Long story short, he is my brother-in-law and he will not stop coming after me until I agree to marry him.”

Raising a soothing hand to your temple, you were speaking more to yourself than anyone else when you said under your breath,

“I suppose I will have to become a recluse in order to avoid him now.”

“Nonsense!”

The Duke ended up continuing as you turned to look at him with surprise once more.

“We will not hear of such a thing. Why not join us at Clyvedon? It is our estate in the country and it would be the perfect place to get away from prying eyes for a while.”

And before you could answer, Daphne had taken your unoccupied hand as she excitedly pleaded,

“Do join us! We could invite the whole family and I just know Hyacinth would love to see you again.”

The thought of spending time in the girl’s company along with everyone else the Bridgerton’s considered to be family did make you intrigued enough to want to go.

But you still were not convinced as you said with a bit of bashfulness, 

“Oh, I am not sure. I would hate to impose on a family gathering.”

You had unintentionally deflated a little as you said this, but a sudden squeeze reminded you that Anthony was still holding your other hand and forced you to turn in his direction as he sincerely spoke.

“We would be absolutely honored to host you along with our family,”

Giving a bow of his head, he finished with,

“My Lady.”

While flashing a teasing smirk your way as he did so.

Unable to formulate a proper thought in time, you looked at the three pairs of expectant eyes watching you and gratefully smiled as you decided to say,

“Then I would love to attend.”

And received three smiles in return.

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The royal archer brought his king the head Impulsesv, blood still dripping from where the neck had been severed from its body.

“Thank you, Sir HotGuy,” Rentheking said, voice strong and demanding obedience. He took the head, grasping the hairs of its Mohawk and holding it up for all of the royal court to see. “This, my subjects, is what happens to those who dareth oppose me!”

In the eyes of his subordinates, he saw fear and disgust. Lady Cleo rolled her eyes, but that was to be expected of her. What mattered is that they saw, that this head served as a reminder of consequence, of victory.

After the general assembly finished, and Scar was given a hefty tip for the murder, the hermits left, aside from the king’s right hand man, Bdubs. He bustled around, cleaning up water bottles and crumbs left behind. Ren watched him work, lounging on his throne, one hand idly playing with Impulse’s hair.

“Bdubs. Approach thine king,” King Ren said suddenly.

“Of course,” Bdubs replied warmly, and bowed in front of Ren. “What do you need, my king?”

“You know, as my right hand to the throne, much consideration must be done on the employment of the wenches that serve me.”

“The wenches,” Bdubs echoed. “Of course.”

“How do I know those in the court do not secretly want me gone and dead? How do I know those closest to me do not plan my demise while I sleep?”

“Loyalty tests! Those knaves must prove their loyalty! I could rig up some kind of test, parkour and puzzles and-”

“I like the idea of a loyalty test,” Ren mused, stroking the hair on the decapitated head. “But skill can be faked. True loyalty is proving that you give yourself to me. You are loyal to me, right, Sir Bdubs?”

“Of course I am,” Bdubs replied, bowing again.

“But how do I know that? After all, the wounds are still fresh from our last bout in the death games. And you were on the side of the enemy.”

“You mean Double Life?” Bdubs looked at Ren, confused. “That’s a whole different world, baby. I don’t feel Impulse’s pain here, and BigB isn’t even here. What are you talking about? Respectfully, of course.”

“Are you willing to prove your loyalty, sir Bdubs?” Ren asked.

“Yes. Of course I am,” Bdubs said with a sigh. “Whatever puts these fears to bed, my king.”

“Kiss the head of thine enemy.”

“What?” Bdubs asked, clearly taken aback.

“You would kiss my shoes, no? What difference is this?”

“I…”

“Your soul was bound to this man once, lest ye forget. What difference is a kiss alive or dead?” Ren held out the decapitate head of Impulse, his hand deep in his hair.

Bdubs stared at the head, the open mouth and the blood that dripped from the end of it. It was Impulse, yes, but a gorey, horrible version of him, death leaking from every pore of what remained of him. His scalp stretched horribly from where Ren was holding him by the hair. Bdubs gulped, glancing at his king.

“You know, i was the one who came up with this whole kind idea in the first place, Ren,” Bdubs said nervously. “I don’t think I, of all people, need to prove my loyalty…”

“Kiss the head, Sir Bdubs. Prove you care not for the enemy any longer,” Ren growled, thrusting the head towards Bdubs. More blood sprinkled onto the floor with heavy splats.

Bdubs approached the throne, every fiber of his body telling him to run from this horrid scene. He held Impulse’s dead, rotting head by the sides of his face, and pressed his lips to Impulse’s cold, rubbery ones. Impulse tasted like blood. Bdubs opened his eyes and stared into blank, soulless ones.

RentheKing put a hand to the back of Bdubs’ head, scratching and petting his hair like he was a well behaved dog. “A final kiss to a love no more- you have proved your loyalty well today, Sir Bdubs,” he was holding Bdubs head in such a way that he was forced to stay nose-to-nose with the corpse.

Bdubs swallowed down a shuddering sob. “Of course, your majesty. I am loyal.”

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Doc joined Tumblr after I posted this...... I swear the universe always has it out for me, oh my-

Uh hello Hermitblr, I present to you Mr Docm77 that I'm not posting on Twitter

[arcane-vagabond]

How would Jake act if roosters son asked for his daughters hand before they eloped

I think at first, Jake would have thought it was a joke. Followed by this.

"Did your dad put you up to this?" Jake huffed out a laugh, looking at the young man before him. He was nervous, that much was evident as he fidgeted in his seat. The kid would chuckle along absent-mindedly, nerves eating away at him as he glanced over at the doorway. "Am I on Punk'd or something?"

"No, sir," he gulped, looking back to meet Jake's gaze. All humor drained form Jake's features as he fixed him with a hard stare.

"What."

"I love her, sir. I'll do everything I can to make her happy, I promise."

"Do me a favor and just shut up for a second, son," Jake bit out, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to calm his breathing down.

"So let me get this straight," Jake said after a moment, leaning forward. "You expect me to give you my permission to marry my daughter when none of us even knew the two of you were dating?"

"Uh," the young Bradshaw stuttered, eyes looking everywhere but at Jake.

"You really are as dumb as your daddy, huh?" Jake grumbled. "How long?"

"What?"

"I said," Jake emphasized with ice in his tone, "how long have the two of you been sneaking around behind everyone's backs?"

"It's not like that," the young man frowned. Jake cocked an eyebrow.

"No?"

"No," the other man snapped back, regret instantly flooding his features.

"Then why haven't the two of you told anyone before now?"

The young man hesitated.

"We didn't want anyone trying to meddle."

Jake found himself balking at the very suggestion that he, of all people, would meddle.

"Besides," the young man continued. "We wanted to make sure it was a sure thing."

"You two are too young."

"Respectfully," the young Bradshaw began, rising to his feet. "I disagree. It's clear you've made your mind up."

"I have," Jake agreed, looking at him impassively. He knocked on the door frame thoughtfully before nodding and walking down the hall back to where the family was gathered in the kitchen. Jake let out a heavy sigh. Fucking Bradshaws.

[just-some-random-blogger]

I HAD ANOTHER IDEA

Morpheus and badass warrior/Valkyrie reader like they're almost his height and more muscle-y and a super good fighter and Morpheus kinda likes when they manhandle him and get a lil rough but he's supernaturally strong too so he can fight back a bit and they get all riled up 🥵🥵

Headlock Of Love

Dream of the Endless x Valkyrie!Reader

Summary: Matthew was making a log of every interaction between you and his master. In an exciting turn of events, the whole of The Dreaming, upon learning of this log, began placing their bets on their favored fighter. The conflict of the bet? Which of you will realize you both like each other first.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Dense!Dream & Reader, tall buff and hot!reader, crackfic, fluff, typos.

A/N: GIRL YOU ARE SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE WITH YOUR REQUESTS YOU KNOW I HAVE HOMEWORK GRRRR. It's not funny i've got school. /: but i guess i should thank you for this cause the other dream req i finished was depressing T_T if you read it T_T tell me what you think. ALSO BESTIE YOU DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FINISH THIS BEFORE REQUESTING AGAIN [foams in the mouth] AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR IT BECAUSE THAT REQ WAS SO CUTE AND I have TO WRITE IT 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓 THE POLICE ARE COMING FOR YOU respectfully disrespectfully looking sir (the gif is so large to T_T) Tagging: @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 [@pinksirensong btw do you seriously want me to tag you in everything????]

"No," Matthew squawks at Lucienne, "no, you're lying."

Lucienne shakes her head as Matthew cocks his head the way birds do at the sound of laughter echoing in the library. The raven hops on the table as he watches his master and the Valkyrie recount whatever it was they were recounting.

"My lord," Lucienne interrupts them, causing them to turn to each to her in sync, "I have found the book you are looking for."

"Ah yes," Dream nods, extending his hand out to the librarian, "thank you, Lucienne."

"Thank you, Lucienne," I echo, turning back to Dream, "you did not have to go through the trouble," I turn back to her, "both of you."

Lucienne smiles and simply nods.

"I am sure Lucienne would agree sharing knowledge is never a trouble," Dream smiles.

"He's freaking smiling," Matthew mutters under his breath, making Lucienne shoot him a dirty look.

"Especially not for my favorite Valkyrie."

"Favorite Valkyrie, Loosh!" Matthew whisper-yells.

Lucienne rolls her eyes, "They have been like this for centuries-- millennium."

"Do not say that to my sisters, my lord," I chuckle at Dream's sentiment.

"Well, I do not have to mind myself. I do not find the need to converse with any other Valkyrie anyway."

"He does not find the need to converse with any-" Matthew is cut off by Lucienne's dark expression.

Log 1: A Battle of Hypotheticals

Lucienne eyed Matthew hotly, muttering under her breath, repeatedly, "don't do it, do not do it, don't you dare do it."

Matthew did it anyway.

"Hey, miss Valkyrie," the raven says, fluttering to my side of my shoulder as I make my way to the throne. I turn to the black feathered creature and smile, "oh, hello, sweet raven. How can I be of assistance?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking," Matthew starts, "you're one of the strongest beings in the galaxy."

My nostrils flare, "I am flattered that you think this."

"So, I was wondering: who would win in a fight between you and Dream?"

I freeze in my place, right in front of Dream who was sitting on his throne. He closes the book in his hand with a loud thud upon hearing Matthew's question.

The two of us begin to get nervous under the King of Dreams' stare.

"I..." I start "would never want to be on the bad side of your master-"

"No I know!" Matthew croaks quickly, making Dream lift his head up, "It's just-- without his powers, I think you could take him."

I turn to Matthew, who was looking down at me from my shoulder. I did not know why he was suddenly telling me this, and I ponder at his words before retorting, "I agree."

"You agree?" Matthew mutters.

Dream's deep voice echoes, "you agree?"

Log 1.2: A Battle of Strength

"This is all your fault," Lucienne sighs, crossing her arms as she watches the king and the warrior ready before them in a 'friendly' sparring match.

"Hey! I thought they'd have some cute banter, then I would-"

"They do not know how to banter!"

"What do you mean they don't know how to banter, that's all they do!"

"That's just how they speak to each other," Lucienne snaps.

"Hey, I didn't think he'd pull out a fucking sword!" Matthew watches Dream as he twisted the massive weapon in his had. It was ridiculously large that, in theory, he should not have been able to lift in the first place. "What the heck even is that- WHY IS IT ON FIRE!?"

Lucienne rolls her eyes.

"Are you certain you can take me while you are unarmed?" Dream asks for the 3rd time as I roll my neck.

"You're not allowed to use your powers, my lord," I stretch my arms, "I would be distressed if I offended you by either holding back or defeating you too quickly."

Dream's laugh is deep and rich, "you know me too well."

Matthew gasps, "You know me too-"

"Oh shut it!" Lucienne cuts off

Log 1.3: Fatality

"Boss," "My lord," & "Dream," is shouted three ways.

"I knew this would happen," Lucienne mutters as she rushes over while Matthew flies over head.

I was on my knees, hunched over the form that was effectively knocked out on the floor with a bloody nose. I was lightly and rapidly slapping his cheek as my other hand holds his head up by his nape, "Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream, wake up."

"Nice shot!" Matthew says, landing right beside his boss' head.

"MATTHEW!" Lucienne and I shout.

Matthew croaks.

It seems the loud shout was enough to wake the Dream Lord.

I let out a sigh of relief when he begins to groan and stir.

"My lord," Lucienne sighs, relaxing, "I warned you that it would be a good idea to do this, even with Dragon's Breath."

Dream does not seem to hear her as he reaches out to touch my cheek, "you've grown stronger through the centuries."

Matthew gasps, "You've grown stronger throu-"

I chuckle as I give him a guilty look, "My lord, I did not intend to-"

"Nonsense," Dream smiles with his teeth, thumb rubbing my cheek, "you were exquisite."

"You were exqui-"

"But your nose is bleeding," I whimper, pulling him up until he was sitting down.

Dream withdraws his hand to wipe his philtrum and smirks at the blood on his hand, "I admit, I did not think it possible to both injure and knock me out in my own realm."

"Dream, I-"

"I thank you for the valuable lesson, my dear."

"I thank you for the valuable-" Matthew could not finish his whispers as Lucienne stomps at him.

Log 245 243 ???

"I told you that it was pointless," Lucienne plainly mutters under her breath as she flips the page of the book she was lazily reading.

No one could hear her though from where she sat at the far end of the long table as the lot of the Dreaming congregated in the library to discuss their bids and bets.

"How are we so sure that your logs are accurate and they haven't already confessed!" Cain accuses Matthew as the rest of the members of the table break out in an uproar.

"Yeah! You could be scamming us for our money!" Abel agrees, pointing a finger.

"Well, maybe because I'm not the one who's taking the bets, and it's Gilbert!" Matthew says snapping at Fiddler Green's human form.

Gilbert clears his throat as everyone at the table turns to him.

"You dirty cheat," Cain says.

Gilbert raises his hands, "I can assure you, Matthew's logs are accurate because I have witnessed most of these logs myself during their strolls in Fiddler's Green."

"I say we shake him down for all the loose change he's got," Mervyn points his gloved finger to Gilbert before crossing his arms, making another uproar resound in the library.

And yet all it takes to silence them was an "oh."

The whole room turns to me.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your meeting," I throw my thumb over my shoulder, "I'll just leave."

"Nonsense," Lucienne stands from her seat, "they were all just leaving, actually. You may continue whatever business it is that you need here."

"Oh, yes," I smile, "I was actually in search for the king. I have word of his-"

"Have you kissed him yet," Cain asks out of nowhere, making me slap my hands on my lips. My eyes grow wide, "I beg your pardon?"

"Cain," Abel warns, shoving him. Cain doesn't give a shit, "I'm only aski-"

"I do not understand why you would accuse me of such a treasonous thing."

"Treason huh," Mervyn shakes his pumpkin head at my words.

We all turn to the side when my name is called out.

My cover my entire lower face with hand when Dream comes up to my side. His brows knit at the looks of me, "are you quite alright."

Everyone but us watches the room when it begins to darken.

Dream, once he is stood before me, shoots a dark glare to his side, making everyone evade his look, "did they say something to offend you?"

I feel my body begin to burn in embarrassment at his words. When Dream turns back to me and reaches out to touch my arm, I flinch then run away.

A breath leaves him as he watches, and soon enough, his form begins to grow bigger. If that did not strike fear in you, I don't know what will.

"IT WAS ABEL!" Cain shouts, pointing to his brother, "ABEL ASKED HER IF SHE KISSED YOU YET!!!"

"What?" Abel helplessly mutters.

Dream's voice reverberates the entire Dreaming, "what?"

[aigoos]

Home for the Holidays | Oneshot Fluffy Modern AU Military Obikin | Rating: G | Words: 2,500

Summary: Anakin is deployed, and to his and his family's disappointment, he will not be home for the holidays.  But then that changes, and Anakin decides to surprise his family with his unannounced return.

Artwork is by the amazing @kana7o.  The military in this ficlet is based on the US Army.  Many thanks to @veloursdor for betaing!  Happy holidays to you all!

Captain Anakin Skywalker did everything he could to keep his face stoic as he took in what Lieutenant General Mace Windu just told him.

"So my leave for the holidays is cancelled, sir?" Anakin gritted out as respectfully as possible, despite the anger boiling inside of him.

"Yes. We need you to oversee the training for your company," Mace explained with a raised eyebrow.

"Roger that, sir." Mace dismissed him, and Anakin saluted and left the briefing room without looking back.

Once in his office, he stopped in front of his desk, putting both hands on top of it as he leaned over and let out a deep breath. He stared at the photo of his family, took in their smiling faces, and wished nothing more than to be with them.

A knock broke through his reverie. Still leaning on his desk, he let them in.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Anakin turned his head to see Rex Fett standing in the doorway and saluting. "Sergeant Fett reporting, sir."

"At ease, Sergeant," Anakin commanded. "Everything is all right. Looks like you'll be stuck with me for the holidays."

"Oh." Rex relaxed his posture as he gave him an understanding look. "I am sorry to hear that, sir. I know you were looking forward to going home."

Anakin let out a small sigh. "Yes . . . and now I have to let my family know."

"That is never easy," Rex said gently. "Please let me know if you need anything."

"Will do, Sergeant. Thanks and dismissed."

Rex left his office with another salute, and Anakin turned around and walked over to his window to stare outside at the Tatooinian desert. The sun was at its peak, making Anakin feel the heat despite the air conditioning inside powered at full blast. He glared at the sand -- he kriffing hated sand and everything about this deployment. Even though they were fighting against the Hutts, whom he hated even more than he hated sand, he hoped that what they were doing would bring peace to his home country. Yet what he really wanted to see outside his windows were the Alderaanian trees and greeneries, the rolling hills near the mountainside, the beautiful blue rivers and lakes . . .

But most importantly, what he wanted most was to see and be with his family once more. He missed Obi-Wan and their nine-year-old twins, Luke and Leia, so much. He'd been looking forward to the holidays -- he'd had all their gifts ready and wrapped in his luggage -- but now he'd be staying deployed, away from them. Even though he wouldn't be alone, as he would be accompanied by his men -- the 501st Company was the best he could have hoped to command -- he still wished to return home.

Later that night, he'd have to break the unfortunate news to his family, and he was not looking forward to that one bit.

*****

"Hi, Daddy!" Luke and Leia exclaimed, their faces increasing in size on the screen of his tablet, both giving him wide grins.

Seeing his two children softened his disappointment a bit as he took in their happiness. "Hello, munchkins! Snatched the tablet from Papa again?"

"We did no such thing, Daddy," Leia said indignantly. We were both playing Sweet Sagas when you called."

"Yeah! We are up to level 369 now!" Luke chimed in, and Anakin could feel his son's eyes on him, studying him.

Ah, nothing gets past him.

Luke turned around and called, "Papa, come here."

Obi-Wan came into the frame, and Anakin stared at his handsome face, whose grey-blue eyes were happy yet carried a hint of exhaustion. His fingers twitched and clenched into fists as he forced down the urge to reach out and touch Obi-Wan's bearded cheek. He wanted to wrap his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and bury his face on his husband's chest, their children sandwiched in their hug as they all lay in front of their fireplace to enjoy the warmth and togetherness, while they listened to holiday music from Dotify.

Anakin swallowed hard, knowing he had to tell his family the truth sooner rather than later.

"Hello, my loves. I'm afraid I've got some bad news." He watched all of their cheery expressions drop, and he had never hated himself more than in that moment. "I will not be coming home during the holidays. My leave got cancelled."

All three of them reacted differently. Leia gasped loudly as she frowned deeply, while Luke pouted as he remained silent. For his part, Obi-Wan just closed his eyes and breathed in deeply several times.

It was Leia who said, "Who cancelled it, Daddy? Can I go and beat them up?!"

Anakin laughed at her determination, despite the threat it carried. Leia was always serious when making such statements. "Well, honey, it was General Windu who told me about the cancellation."

"Oh." Leia's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I guess I cannot beat him up. Probably a bad idea to beat up your superior."

"Yes, please don't do that, for all of our sakes," Obi-Wan said dryly.

There was another round of silence before Luke broke it. "Then when will you come home, Daddy?"

Anakin's heart sank as he responded, "I hope soon, buddy"

"Maybe Papa can talk to General Windu? He's got pretty good negotiating skills," Leia suggested, a hopeful glint appearing in her eye.

Obi-Wan let out a soft chuckle. "Sweetheart, I don't think that will work quite as you think. I'm not in the military -- I'm just a university professor."

"But Daddy says you got the best negotiating skills!" Luke interjected next, his stubbornness mirroring Leia's. "Even Uncle Bail says you should have become a politician."

"I see Uncle Bail has been telling lies about me. Again."

The twins giggled and started a discussion about whether their papa was a better professor or a politician. With the twins distracted, Anakin took the time to talk to Obi-Wan. "I'm sorry, darling . . . I really thought I'd be going home in a few weeks."

"Oh, my dear one, it is not your fault," Obi-Wan insisted, though his eyes looked sadder than before. "Just please stay safe and come back to us when you can. That is all I ask of you."

Anakin smiled fondly. "I love you -- I love you all so much."

"I love you, too, my dearest. We all do." Obi-Wan made their love hand signal and told the twins to say goodbye. "We will talk to you soon."

Anakin returned the hand signal and said one more time, "I love you all. I will call you all again soon!"

*****

"Sir? Is my leave truly approved?" Anakin's mouth dropped open at Mace's announcement, confused but excited at the unexpected news.

"Hard of hearing now, Captain?" Mace teased with a slight smirk. "If you want to stay here, feel free."

"No, sir!"

"Then dismissed. Just make sure you brief Captain Veld on the training plans before you leave. Happy holidays to you, Captain Skywalker."

"Sir!" Anakin saluted and left as calmly as possible. Once he was in the hallway, he pumped his fist while he cheered loudly in his mind. He grinned like a maniac and returned to his office so he could arrange his travel plans back home and work on his briefing for Tru.

When he finished both, he called Rex to his office. Once his second-in-command arrived, Anakin handed him a copy of his flight itinerary. "Here, just so you know where I'll be, what flight I'll be on . . . "

"Very good, sir. Did you tell your family?"

"No, I'm going to surprise them."

"Understood," Rex said, looking over the itinerary before grinning at him. "Well, sir, I wish you a wonderful holiday. And if you could bring back some of those cookies your husband bake, that'd be great. Corporal Fives will not shut up about them."

Anakin laughed. "Obi-Wan will be happy to hear that as those are really the only things he can make. And I had no idea Corporal Fives loved my husband's cookies that much."

"They were quite tasty."

"Sergeant, tell our men that I'll bring back five pounds," Anakin said, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Looking forward to it, sir!"

"And happy holidays to you, Sergeant."

*****

Anakin stared blankly out the window of the airport. His connecting flight in Mandalore was delayed. It had already been four hours since his arrival, and the last he had heard was that it may take another four hours until they departed.

Kriffing hell. Just my luck for the flight to get delayed for who knows what reasons!

His trip had started off well. He double-checked that everyone's gifts were packed, and his taxi driver was a friendly gentleman who used to also serve in the military, so they had a nice chat. He'd even been able to get some good Alderaanian wine at the lounge, which he enjoyed sipping as he waited to board his flight back home.

But it was the second leg of his trip that was turning into a nightmare, with everything going from bad to worse. All the waiting around in the airport made him edgy. He could finally understand why some people were absolute grouches in an airport, as he was certainly turning into one.

He picked up his tablet and thought about contacting his family -- surprise be damned -- just so he could hear them and see them to ease his stress. Even if they couldn't help with his situation, they would at least help the time go by faster. He wasn't sure he could stomach another movie, game, or even another cup of coffee as he waited for news on his flight.

No, no, no. Come on, Skywalker -- just hang in there and surprise them. That's what you want.

Putting his tablet down and leaning back in the uncomfortable airport chair, Anakin allowed his mind to drift as he thought about surprising his family.

He imagined quietly entering their home around breakfast time. Obi-Wan would have made them a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, with orange juice for Leia, apple juice for Luke, and a cup of darjeeling for himself. While they ate, Anakin would enter the room, and they would all stop what they were doing in stunned silence.

Then the chaos would start, with Luke and Leia shouting with joy, running around him in circles, as they demanded hugs and kisses -- hopefully without them knocking over their plates or cups. He would happily oblige them, giving them hundreds of kisses as he hugged them both with all the love he had for them. And after satisfying the twins, he would then grab Obi-Wan and pull him into a deep kiss, uncaring that the twins were simultaneously saying "ewww" and "awww" at watching their parents kiss.

Anakin smiled to himself as he imagined the rest of their holidays together. He ached to be with them, but he was completely at the mercy of the airlines and their frustrating delays.

Soon, Skywalker. Soon, you'll be home.

Anakin picked up his tablet and looked for a military history book to read, hoping he could concentrate on strategies and tactics, hoping the words would distract him from thinking about the miserable delay.

*****

Anakin was -- as Private Echo would say -- so over it. The delay ended up being ten hours long, and all he wanted to do was go home, change out of his uniform, and take a long shower, preferably with Obi-Wan. Then he'd sleep for about twenty hours -- most likely less, since Obi-Wan can only do so much in holding the twins back from entering their room -- and then he'd finally get to spend time with his family as a refreshed, well-rested father rather than as The Thing from Dagobah's swamp that he currently was.

"Kriffing hell," he muttered as he saw the long line at immigration. It was the holiday passenger traffic at its finest, and Anakin had to reach deep inside of him for his last reserve of patience.

He trudged through immigration, dragged himself through customs, and tapped his foot impatiently at the baggage claims. With everything finally done, all he had left to do was ride the escalator down to the ground floor, where he could get into a taxi and head home. With his eyes half-closed, he wearily stepped onto the escalator as it slowly took him down. Halfway down, however, his eyes sprang open as he heard a familiar, "Daddy!" shouted in his direction.

He frantically looked around and his eyes zoned in on the spot where his family stood, and he himself nearly toppled over the escalator. "Karking Hutts' spit," he said to himself softly. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, thinking he might have been dreaming, but no, his eyes and mind were not deceiving him.

Luke and Leia were standing in front of Obi-Wan, both holding onto a very wide sign that read, "Welcome home, Daddy!!!", accompanied with colourful marker art and scribbles. There was nobody in front of him, so with a rush of adrenaline, Anakin hurried down the escalator, not caring that his luggage banged on his knees and hips. When he reached the bottom, he sprinted towards his family, and Luke and Leia dropped their sign and they both ran towards him, with Obi-Wan following them with ease, a fond smile on his handsome face.

When he was within arm-reach of them, he dropped his luggage and fell to his knees as he welcomed the twins into his embrace. All three were crying, with Luke and Leia burying their faces into his chest, and Anakin kissed and rubbed his cheeks on their heads. Then he felt another warm pair of arms enveloping him, and he looked up to see Obi-Wan, who was also teary-eyed, leaning over and giving him a long and deep kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Anakin whispered in awe and happiness, "How? I was going to surprise you all . . . "

"It was Sergeant Fett, Daddy!" Leia proclaimed, giving him a teary grin.

"Yeah! He wanted us to surprise you!" Luke said into Anakin's chest, content to stay there.

" . . . And now he owes me 500 push-ups."

"Oh, my dear one," Obi-Wan said, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "Don't be a scrooge and just let this slide."

Anakin gave his husband a very warm smile and he nuzzled his nose against Obi-Wan's nose. "Fine, fine. But you owe my men, Corporal Fives especially, five pounds of your cookies."

All four of them burst out laughing, and they all hugged again. Anakin was home, even if it was only temporarily, and his heart was filled with so much love and joy. They were going to have a great holiday together, and he looked forward to everything they would do.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51846994

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [i like you alive] last

Three boring days of paperwork, rewatching movies and shows, and waiting for missions go by slowly. You thought everything was simmered down, or at least it seemed like it.

You were playing some boring card games with the guys until Ghost barged in, causing everyone to look at him. Your big doe eyes settled on his figure while you watched his shoulders rise and fall.

"Y'alright, Lieutenant?" Price asked.

"Y/l/n, can we talk?" he asked, walking in the direction of the open office.

Oh fuck. Your heart sank as he said your last name. Monotonous and low. Everyone looked at you as if they were saying "uh-oh", as well. Your meek "yes sir" fell upon deaf ears as you follow him with your head down.

Entering the office, you close the door behind you as you leaned against the wall. You show concern as he paces the small area, clicking his tongue. "You think I don't notice... you n' Soap flirtin', yeah?"

"What?!" you countered. 

"Wha' do you mean 'what'? You got bloody drunk at the pub with everyone. They all saw ya flirtin'. Don't act dumb, now, darlin'."

Darling. Oh, that was going to stick in your head for a while.

"Lieutenant... In my defense, I was drunk- why am I explaining this to you?" you scoff, visibly frustrated. "Respectfully, what the fuck is it to you, sir?"

He lunged towards you, body stuttering as his chest almost hit your face. "Because you! I-," he sighed as he met your squinted eyes. You still couldn't read him, but his eyes were dark and wide. He backs away before muttering his response.

"Spit it out, Simon." 

"Fuckin' hell... Diamond, y/n... You have my respect, always have."

Throwing your arms, confused about what the fuck he's doing right now. "Okay? Thank you, Lieutenant? You have mine as well...? Seriously, I-"

"I like you... alive," he uttered.

You stop breathing hard as you run a hand across your face... Relieved? You didn't know. "Oh..." 

As he stood there staring at you, studying your facial expressions and your body language, you do the same until you laugh it off, embarrassed. "Well, shit. I can't say I knowhow to respond to that, sir."

"'M a proper dick, my apologies, soldier."

"No- no! I like you alive, too, Gh- Simon. I have for... a while... Liked you, that is..."

His stance softens as you cover your red cheeks with your hand. With the both of you standing there, not knowing what to say, you try to ease the tension.

"We should... probably go. Before the guys think we've eloped in here or some shit..." you joked.

You earn a soft chuckle from him as he nods his head.

--

You open the door watching Soap's figure scramble back to his spot on the couch. Peering at Price, he raises his hands feigning innocence. Soap's shit-eating grin beamed on his face, he was trying so hard to contain his comments, but then one slipped out. "Bet L.T.'s blushin' hard under that damn mask!"

Ghost shoots a death glare at him, "Shut the fuck up, MacTavish."

You didn't stay any longer to watch what unfolded after. You book it to your barrack, hands covering your face as if you were trying not to be seen. You fall asleep shortly after, smiling while you hear laughter booming from the common room.