#i can't make any promises but i'll try to finish my other requests too now

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Soooo Yautja are all about pride and showing off etc, how about this, the Yautja scientists accidentally  bring a human from are universe to THERES, and like they all realize they messed up, so they have two hunters (male and female) to be there when they wake and when they do the just GUSH!! Like the (s/o) is like “ omg you guys are so cool and badass and HOT!!” And there all filled with pride and some how get a little flustered and are just like “ I will protect you with my life!!!”

Accidentally intruding into a Yautja Ship

I love this idea!!! Thanks for the request @that-teen2003 , I hope I met your expectations! 💖

(And I'm sorry this took so long, I still hope you like it though^^;;)

Warnings: mention of small spaces, mention of hospitals, mention of sickness, and just a whole lot to fluff :)

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Being an adventurous person you always tried to do something new everyday. Wether it was exploring another country or your own, you never stayed in one place for long. And this time you found yourself on the other side of the world- the Amazon rainforest. It was still night when you first began your little adventure, but as the hours passed the sun started to set and you could feel the heat start to get to you.

Pulling out your mosquito spray, you showered yourself in it, before stretching your arms above your head and letting out a loud yawn. To say you were tired would be an understatement. But you didn't want to go back yet, too infatuated with the way the raising sun was casting light onto the tall trees. And now that it was getting warmer too, you could hear the silent cries of different animals making their ways through the tall bushes and trees and you didn't want to waste this opportunity to study them.

Scanning the area, you made your way through a couple of bushes, looking for a place to rest your eyes a little. Perhaps there was a village near by or a convenient set of trees that could grant you safety from the sun and the animals that were likely lurking nearby. Though the farther you went the more you doubted you'd find such a place. For as every tree started looking the same it became more and more clear to you that you were lost.

Still walking ahead, you finally spotted something else than a tree- a clearing. No bushes or trees, only tall grass in what seemed to be a perfect circle. It was strange, you thought. Whatever it was it was surely man-made. It was impossible for such a thing to just occur naturally. And as you walked closer to inspect the circle, your face collided with something hard, proving your theory.

"What the..." you jumped back, looking for what you just walked into. But in front of you was still nothing. Only the clearing. Feeling like an idiot, you slowly reached out your hand, which made a small sound as it met with something...metal?

Eyes widening, you traced your hand over the invisible wall in front of you. Was the heat messing with your head? Were you hallucinating?

Slowly you walked along the giant object, tracing your hand over it's surface. That is, until you heard a click. Hissing loudly, the once invisible object uncloacked, revealing something far bigger than you had imagined. A ship.

Right in front of your eyes was an alien ship like the ones right out of the movies. Only that this wasn't a movie. This was the real thing.

Slightly afraid, but curious, you once again laid your hands against the hard surface, stepping back when you heard a number of beeps, before some sort of forcefield dissapeared, leaving open some sort of...room?

No, it was far too small to call it a room. It was a tiny space, barely big enough to fit one person inside. Perhaps a cell? Or a sleeping space? Either way you weren't gonna find out as you turned around to leave.

But before you could turn your back on the mysterious ship, you heard a loud growl echo through the bushes, not so far from you. Panicking, you did the thing that may have just saved your life- you jumped into the cell and watched the forcefield go up again, trapping you.

~ 💖 ~

Your journey in the starship was long, and you'd spend most of it gazing outside the window and trying not to panick as you watched your planet get smaller and smaller the further you went up. And you went up fast.

Here and there you'd hear sounds, from where you didn't know. Sometimes it were footsteps, sometimes scratching, sometimes banging. It was making your anxiety worse, not knowing where these noises came from.

But somehow, even in this life-threatening situation, you couldn't hide the small grin that kept appearing on your face. This was the adventure you had always dreamed of. Exploring a place no one had ever explored before, not visiting a different country and mingling in with the other tourists, but actually discovering new things. A completely original experience.

Sighing, you looked at all the stars that passed your window, your eyes getting heavier at the sight. It was then that you remembered how tired you had been the whole time. But you wouldn't fall asleep in a place like this, right? Yet before your brain could start to think it through, you drifted off, leaning your head against the wall.

Though unbeknownst to you, your Intrusion would not go unnoticed for long.

For a confused Yautia checked their ship's condition, reading one more life sign than was anticipated. Looking for where it came from, they were even more confused to see it came from one of their cells, as they didn't recall ever capturing anyone on their trip.

Curious, yet cautious, they made their way to the cell you were in, typing in the code needed for the door to open. Weapon in hand, they slowly stepped inside, to see not a giant bloodthirsty creature like they had hoped, but a tiny child. No, not a child. What were they called again? Ah, yes- an ooman.

Stepping closer they tilted their head, examining your features. Your eyes were closed and your cheeks were warm. In fact, your whole body temperature was high. Higher than was normal for your species. Perhaps you were sick? Perhaps you were dying and thought they could fix you? Well, if that was your plan, you might have just succeed.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, which they were surprisingly good at for a creature their size, the giant predator made it's way over to you, gently picking you up into their arms, noting how you snuggled into them seeing as their body temperature was warmer than any human's.

Though while they found your helplessness rather adorable, their elders didn't quite seem to agree with having an ooman aboard their ship. Let alone giving it medical assistance.

But once they noted how it was strange a small creature like you managed to intrude without being noticed, the elders seemed just a little more fond of the idea.

Currently, you were laying on a bed, still sleeping peacefully, your fever now gone. Once they got the approval from their superiors the yautja who first found you instantly went to the xenobiologists on their ship, asking whether or not you would make it.

And while the yautja they encountered while carrying you through the halls of the ship were giving them sour looks, the xenobiologists and scientists of the crew seemed more than pleased with having you there. Excited to have a human to study up close, they immediately went to find out what was causing your condition.

Once they had figured out what was troubling you and gave you proper treatment, they ordered for you to be put in a bed and to let you wake up on your own.

This was all 8 hours ago. 8 hours you spend in a dream world, completely unaware that you were surrounded by creatures far more bizarre than any dream you ever had. But now that your body had gained back some of it's strength, you had slowly started regaining consciousness again. You could hear noises. Different one's than the ones you heard in the cell. They didn't sound like the dull thumping from something heavy hitting a wall, or the low hissing that occasionally came from behind. It sounded a lot more familiar. Peeps and the sounds of small objects being laid down on a table, the sliding of doors and quiet feet shuffling around the room. Almost like a hospital.

You thought about getting up. But even the mere thought of opening your eyes seemed tiring. Somehow your whole body just seemed too heavy to move, like you had exhausted all your energy and now you had to recharge. But as you heard two new pair of feet quietly enter the room, and took in the sound of a familiar clicking, the fear and excitement took over your body once more and you started playing with the fabric of your clothes, unsure if you should open your eyes or pretend you were still asleep.

Your captors must've seen this though, as they walked to wherever you were laying and sat down at your side, the bed dipping at one end. And even though your eyes were still closed, you could feel their gazes staring holes into your face. Eventually the silence became too uncomfortable for you and you akwardly opened your eyes, pretending you had just woken up. And what you saw in front of you was... definitely more than you had expected.

The two giant aliens sitting at your bedside flinched, mandibles flared in confusion and surprise as you quickly sat up, staring at them with wide eyes and a grin on your face.

"Holy shit!" You blurted out "A-are you guys actual aliens??" you asked them, leaning forward in excitement, completely ignoring the fact that these creatures could potentially be very dangerous.

Taken aback by your lack of fear, they simply looked at each other as if seeing if they thought the same thing, before looking back at you and nodding slowly.

This was then followed by a minute in which you three simply sat there, you staring at them and admiring their features and them contemplating what to do with you.

Knowing that to humans, Yautja seem quite hideous, one of them then decided to break the silence by asking you "What are your thoughts on our appearance, ooman?"

Though to their surprise, you didn't respond by insulting their facial features, like most humans they'd encountered. In fact, you did quite the opposite. Beaming with happiness and excitement, you started going on and one about their looks, praising them to the heavens.

"I- I don't even know what to say," you stammered, excitedly flailing your arms in front of you "I mean you guys look awesome!! Just look at you! You're gigantic! And you're practically ripped! And- oh my gosh look at those claws!!!" you squealed, taking one of their hands and admiring the sharpness of nails and the strange, yet beautiful colour of their skin

And whilst one of them, the one on the left, was visible taken aback, furrowing their brows and staring at you like you didn't know what you were saying, the one on the right simply puffed out their chest as if you were simply pointing out the obvious.

Truth be told, they were both extremely flattered by your reaction. Being xenobiologists, they both had a Initial fascination with other life forms, including humans. But they would've never thought one of these life forms would ever praise them in such a manner.

"You realize we will not harm you if you find us visibly displeasing, correct?" the left one said, watching your expression as you traced your finger over the thick veins on their hand. But the way blood kept rushing to your head as you studied their appearances made it all the more clear that you meant what you were saying.

"Wha- what do you mean?" you let go of their hand. Now the one on the right responded; "Oomans have in many instances insulted the appearance of our race. But you seem to know better than others of your kind" they said, obviously enjoying the way you looked at them with nothing but pure adoration

"How could anyone think that?? You guys look nothing short of badass! You look like you were build by the gods or something!" you exclaimed, not hesitating for a second to feed into their ego and insisting that anyone who didn't believe they were perfect were simply a bad liar.

The left one, though previously suspicious, was now also convinced that what you said was the truth, and soon puffed their chest out in pride as well, pleased with the compliments you were giving them even if they weren't sure what half of them meant.

And as you kept fawning about the beauty of these two aliens you had barely met, they glared at each other with only one thought on their mind;

This one's mine.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hey if possible could I request NSFW Sidney Prescott x fem reader, possibly more soft Dom? Thank you

Absolutely! Soft dom Sidney holds a special place in my heart 💞

Early Morning Bliss (Sidney Prescott x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, fluffy morning sex, fingering, edging, grinding, thigh riding (kind of), soft dom Sidney, sub reader

You woke up that morning wrapped in Sidney's arms after a fulfilling night of bliss. Sighing happily, you rolled over to face her. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, not like her usual paranoid and stress ridden self.

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, you went to get up when she grabbed you hand and entangled it in hers.

"Mm, stay," she mumbled into her pillow, causing you to laugh.

"I thought you were asleep," you teased.

"No, I'm-" she yawned, "I'm up."

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. "Whatever you say." You tried to get up again, but her hand held you back. "Sid, I have to get up."

"But why?" She whined, rolling over on her side to face you.

"Because, I have to go get ready for the day. I have stuff to do."

"I wish you could just stay here with me," she said, her thumb rubbing circles onto your hand.

"I do, too, but I promise I'll be back later, okay? We can do stuff together then," you reassured her, trying to convince her to let go of your hand.

"Can't stay here just a little longer? Please? I promise I'll make it worth it," she finished with a sultry voice, obviously trying to seduce you. It worked.

"Well... I guess I can stay here just a little longer," you rationalized.

"Good choice," she said as you slipped back under the covers. She wrapped her hand around your waist, pulling you close.

She kissed your face, starting at your lips, then moving to your jawline. You instinctively leaned closer as she pressed kisses against your neck, stopping every now and then to mark you up. Her free hand found its way between your legs, gently stroking your naked thighs.

You let out a series of low moans while you ran your fingers through her hair. She slipped two of her fingers inside you, causing you to let out a sudden gasp. She smirked, her head dropping down to begin leaving brief kisses on your breasts.

Sidney slowly pumped her fingers in and out of you for what felt like an eternity before you finally felt yourself close enough to cum. As soon as she noticed your breath becoming ragged and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, she pulled them out, drawing a disgruntled whine from you.

"Not yet. I want us to cum together, okay?"

You nodded your head agreeably. She slipped one of her thighs between yours, grinding softly. The room was filled with loud pants and moans from the both of you and the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin as she grinded her thigh between your legs and thrusted herself against one of your thighs.

With how loud you were both being, it made you glad you didn't have any neighbors.

"Shit- Sid, I don't think I'm going to be able to last much longer-" you panted, the pressure on your clit from her thigh becoming too much to bear.

"Me either," she admitted, her pace slowing slightly as she felt herself getting closer to her oncoming orgasm.

You both hit your peak moments later, collapsing on top of each other as you struggled to catch your breath.

"God, that was amazing," you exclaimed.

"Told you I'd make it worth it," she commented, causing you to laugh.

"Yeah, you most certainly did."

~

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @corn3liiia @nevilleismywhore @your-next-daydream

[scarletwinterxx]

that time you made him a sweater - chenle oneshot

hello! i'm back😊 before this year ends hopefully i can put a couple more stories out, for this holiday season i already have a few in line. this would be the first one of my mini dream fluff series, idk i just miss them nowadays and a bunch of cute scenarios keep popping in my head😂 hope you like it!

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"Absolutely not"

"Even for me?"

On any other occasion, Chenle would've easily succumbed to his girlfriend's cuteness. Not today though, he's had enough embarrassing moments in the airport to last him several lifetimes (e.g. when the dream members dressed up in matching neon green outfits). So just this once he's trying his best not to yet again fold under your request

"Baby, do you want me to perish?" he asks back

"You're being dramatic, and this isn't even that embarrassing. Do you think it is? I made it myself" well now he feels like an a-grade asshole, you were so excited to come over and show him your finished project.

While he was gone overseas you can't stop talking about this gift you made for him, a knitted sweater. It's a thing you do whenever he goes oversea and can't be with you, to distract yourself from missing him too much you find a hobby to do. Something to occupy your time.

What he didn't expect was for it to be so... bright. He's sure if he wore it outside it would cause some traffic accident. It's even brighter than the matching neon green hoodie him and the other dream members wore before.

He doesn't really have a problem wearing it, but nowadays his closet is composed of that one jogger pants he love, a black shirt, and his favorite jacket. The color palette you chose would stand out too much, he's just worried someone might notice and asks question where it came from. It's not like he's trying to hide you, that's the farthest from the truth. If he could he would show you off and all your silly gifts he cherishes so much to the world but your safety comes first, and in order to that he has to keep things private.

"I love it, who said I didn't" he says, taking it from your grasp before pulling you in for tight hug. Immediately the frown turned to a big smile, returning the hug and tangling your arms around him.

There's really no other comfort you need, his hugs were all you wanted day and night.

"I'll wear it loud and proud the next time I go out. I promise" he tells you, kissing you on the cheeks in between every word

"Really?"

"Yes" all thoughts of holding his ground is gone, already succumbing to your cuteness. And the truth is any gift from you is precious to him. "I'll tell stylist noona to make my next outfit with this" he promises, this time earning a kiss from you.

"Even if you feel embarrassed?"

"Doesn't matter, you made it for me. I'll wear it either way"

"Good, I already started on another one so give me a couple days to finish..."

[squippy360]

Just wanted to request Yandere Dark Dom Natasha with Depressed male reader because I'm fucking depressed right now. With fluff at then end (if you're okay with that and sorry if I bother you) I also can't figure out how it starts and how it end 😐

Natasha Romanoff x Depressed!Male Reader

Cw:(workplace harassment, sexual harassment, fluff, smut, praise, strap on, I hope you like it!)

You were just minding your own business at your workplace. It was your lunch break so, for once, you happily marched down to the break room. You had just got done with a whole bunch of work you had been procrastinating about and finally got it done so you could move on to all the easy stuff. You were actually enjoying your job for once…until a certain someone appeared. 

Another co-worker and my boss came into the break room. I happily took out my lunch and ate it. My boss came over and sat with me. We began to talk about small things as my boss waited for their coffee to finish making. He soon left after the beeping from the machine rang loudly in the air. They got their stuff and made their way to the door. The co-worker from earlier came over and sat near me. She struck up a conversation that started out talking about pets and animals, to our love life. 

"So, are you with anyone?" She asked. I smiled and stared down at my cup of juice/coffee/ect. "Yeah. I have a loving girlfriend." I said, daydreaming a bit. "Oh really? What's she like?" She said, scooting just a bit closer. I nervously squirmed a bit. "Uh…she's really nice and she takes care of me a lot. I really love her." I smiled a bit. She leaned over with a smirk and put a hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. "I bet I could take care of you better~" She purred in my ear. 

I shivered and went to stand up. N-No thanks. I-I'm a l-loyal good boyfriend." I nervously said. She stood up and pinned me to the wall. "I want to make you my little lover~" she purred and bit my earlobe. I whimpered and tried to push her off of me but she was taller. "C'mon~ I'm sure I can get y-you to scream for me~" She teased. I flinched and broke away, running to the bathroom.  

I locked myself in and shakily got out my phone. I put a hand over my mouth and tried to steady my breathing.

"M/n? You usually don't call at this hour…" She said. "I-I know I don't get off for another 2 hours b-but I really need you right now…!" I sobbed out. "Hey, What happened? Are you hurt? Who did it? Please talk to me." She began. 

"A co-worker got to touchy with me…I wanna come home…" I whimpered. "Oh love, who is it?" She asked sweetly. "It's (C/w/n). The one who's married to Sammy…" I whispered. "Oh I see. Try and hold out for me, Love. I promise as soon as you get off, I'll be there for you, don't worry. You can talk to me until then." She said. "Ok…thank you…" I whispered. 

"So, what are you doing?" I asked as I stood back up to wash my face. "I missed you so much that I attached one of your shirts to my pillow and held it. You're just too cute. I couldn't help it. Everything reminds me of you." She admitted. I smiled sheepishly and blushed. "I just hope you won't mistake me for a pillow." I joked. "I would never." She chuckled. I heard shuffling on the other side of the line before I heard a door slam. "What was that?" I asked. "I'm going out to get some stuff." She answered. I pulled out my earbuds. I stuffed the wire in my shirt and stuck one bud in. "I'm going back to work but please keep talking to me. I feel like I'm going to pass out…" I breathed out. "Of course, Love. I'd love to hear your voice right now~" She hummed. 

I made my way out the door but stopped when I saw my boss. "Oh! S-Sorry boss. I-I was just heading back to my desk-" I got cut off by their hand. "Please. Take the rest of the day off. I saw what happened and I will make sure they deserve proper punishment and get fired. I have connections so they won't be working any time soon." The boss said with a smirk. "T-Thank you so much…!" I cried. They hugged me tightly and reassured me that this will never happen again. We went our separate ways and I got my stuff to head back home.

"So how are you feeling? Milk chocolate, Dark, or Milk and caramel?" She suddenly. I realized where she was now. "(Your option) please." I said and began my journey while partially listening to her tell me about her day and recent missions. We got 20 minutes into the call when I could hear her voice go lower and she started praising me quietly in my ear. 

"I wanna hold you so bad right now~ I wanna run my fingers through your hair. I want everybody to fucking know how much of a good boy you are for me~ All cuddled into me so comfortably." She whispered. I shivered and shakily got my keys and opened the door. I stumbled inside and took off my jacket, going straight upstairs to hop into bed. "Please get home soon…" I whimpered as I shoved all my clothes off and quickly hopped into my pajamas. I cuddled up in bed surrounded by soft pillows and blankets. 

"I'm 5 minutes away…I can see you all cute and curled up in bed for me~" She hummed. I blushed and hid in the mountain of softness. "I can see the pillow you are talking about." I giggled and poked at the pillow with my shirt on it. "What? You're telling me you don't have a pillow of me?" She teased. "Well…sometimes…" I mumbled. We soon hung up since Natasha was almost home and my phone needed to charge. I frowned as I held a pillow. It started out as small sniffling and quickly evolved into loud sobbing. 

"Love? I'm home!" She said. I sobbed louder and buried my face in the pillows. I heard her walk upstairs and open the bedroom door. "Oh Love…" She whispered and I heard her come over to the bed. I felt the bed dip in front of me and her arms wrapped around me. 

"Why do you even bother with me?! I-I'm practically useless and I-I can't even defend myself! You deserve someone way better and not someone as needy as me!" I cried. She pulled the blanket away from my face and made me look at her. "You have no idea how much I love you. I've always loved you. Even before we met. I've always loved you~ You were meant for me and me only. You are mine and I am yours. I don't care about other people. I can take care of them. I just want you. You're everything I need and more and I'm about to show you. " She whispered lovingly to me. I was about to ask what she meant by that but then she pinned me down to the bed. "I'll have you crying tears of pleasure in a few minutes." She promised. I shivered and put a hand over my mouth when she yanked my shorts off and licked her lips. 

I shivered and whined when her warm mouth engulfed my cock. "N-Nat…ngh. O-Oh…! P-Please, you know h-how fast I cum…!" I whined and gripped the bedsheets. "I know baby~ Cum then~ i'm not stopping anytime soon." She growled and pulled it something out from under the pillows. I looked within hazy eyes at the strap- on she had on. I squirmed in pleasure and whined softly. "Please Mommy…please fuck me with your cock!" I begged, knowing she couldn't resist me begging her with the puppy eyes. 

She smirked and lightly smacked my thigh. "Good boy~" She purred. I moaned at the praise and lifted my legs up. "Please~" I begged as she quickly put the strap-on on. I saw her put a vibrator inside her and she handed me the remote. "I know how much you love to please Mommy as well~" She growled and poured a lot of lube on the strap and my hole. I shivered at the wetness. "Mommy! Please! I- NGH!" I let out a sudden keen when she thrusted inside.  "Keep fucking moaning~ Your voice is so pretty~" She praised and slapped my ass. I turned the vibrator up a quarter and she let out loud moans. Her forehead rested on my shoulder and her hands intertwined with mine. 

I arched my back and screamed out when she bit down on my shoulder. "Everyones going to know that you belong to me~ I love you~ No one else is going to ever see you like this but me." She growled and marked up another part of my neck. "CUMMING♡" I screamed and creamed all over my tummy. She didn't stop at all and instead sped up. I screamed out loudly. 

"NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA!" I cried out with every thrust. I accidentally turned the vibrator all the way up and she moaned loudly in my ear. I gasped when I felt her cum drip down onto my body. My eyes rolled back and I couldn't help but cry. This time, it was from too much pleasure. My whole body spasmed when her hand touched my cock and jerked it hard. 

"N-NO! I-I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! I-I'TS SO MU-MUCH!" I sobbed. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU!"  She moaned and gripped my hand hard before cumming again. I was shaking and crying into a pillow when she flipped me on my knees and fucked into me hard. "OH!!! OH!!! OH♡" I screamed. She didn't stop at all. "God I'm so fucking horny for you right now. I can't stop." She purred and bit down on my neck more. 

I shook my head, trying to signal that I can't do it anymore. "P-PLEASE! CAN'T CUM ANYMORE! I-I CAN'T!" I begged. She slammed into me one more time and bit down on my neck hard as she came. I fumbled for the vibrator and turned it off. She fell on the bed and I collapsed In on myself. My eyes betrayed me and the last thing I saw before I passed out was Natasha moving my hair out the way before cleaning me up. 

Next up: HYDRA Steve x Male Reader Final

[mishkakagehishka]

thank you for enabling me korka ily. your writing is amazing <3 idea number one! numero uno! silly little Mika fluff!! How about Mika realizing he has a crush on someone; and his idea of a confession is to make them a plushie! But Arashi tells him he needs a little more flare than that to make his feelings clear. So, perhaps some cute little Mika shenanigans, trying to plan the 'perfect' confession and make the best plushie for his potential partner~?

I told you this was the first fic I'm gonna write in the new city, and I think I kept my promise. I thought about scheduling this for your bday, but~ Instead of a late request, consider this an early bday gift <3 and I hope I'll get your second request finished in time, but I can't make any promises

Title: Operation: Score Mika a Date Word count: 3576 Summary: Arashi does her best to make Mika finally, finally confess to his crush. But when nothing she suggests works, maybe it's best to trust Mika do to it his way... Notes: Less of a focus on the "making the best plushie" part, but I hope I made up with it with the shenanigans. Arashi turned out to be a major character lol and Mika and Naru being besties <3

“Na~ru-cha~n!” Cries reverberated throughout the common room. Mika, the originator of said cries, laid draped across the aforementioned Naru-chan’s lap, whining all the while. "I dunno what to do!" he drawled out, groaning into her thighs. And Arashi, who tried her best to comfort him by petting his hair, sighed. "Well, they seem to like you, don't they? You're always telling me about how they give you compliments and like talking to you, right?" Of course, the “they” she was talking about was Mika’s crush. The person he’s been going on and on about for ages. He was absolutely in love, and it was obvious from how he alternated between crying and giggling about them every day. Today – it was crying. "But what if I'm misunderstandin'? What if they don't like me like that? Uuwh…” he cradled his head in his hands. “It makes my head hurt…" "You'll never know if you don't just tell them how you feel." "But what if… How do I even do that? I can't just tell 'em - I l-love ya…" "Oh, Mika-chan…" Arashi truly didn't know what to do about him anymore. "Just speak from your heart!" Mika paused, pondering it for a moment. He seemed to really give it some thought, his brows furrowing as Arashi continued twisting his hair around her fingers. Ultimately, however - "That ain't helpful at all!"

This has become their routine by now. Mika, the silly guy, managed to fall in love. No, rather, he tripped into love. Faceplanted straight into it before he was even aware of what had happened. Arashi was thrilled to find this out; she always aspired to live out a teen drama and if there was one thing missing from her checklist, it was helping her best friend woo their crush. Now her best friend, Mika, has finally fallen in love, and she, as knowledgeable as she is about matters of the heart, can help him! But Mika was not very open to her ideas. Every "Confess to them!" was met with "What if they reject me?", every "They were flirting!" with "They were just bein' polite" and every "Just ask if you can kiss them" with "Are ya crazy?! They'll start hatin' me!" It was as if he was working directly against her and himself, rejecting every idea in its conception, not even entertaining the idea of a happy ending. Yet, Arashi never gave up.

Like many best friends, they frequently had sleepovers together. When HiMERU and Tetora had work or other plans, Arashi would often invite Mika to sleep over in her dorm, and Mika would do the same whenever Ritsu was gone for the night. The beds were big enough, and they were close enough to share them without any awkwardness - not to mention that it was fun. And this time, too, Mika was sitting criss-cross on Arashi's bed, who was sitting on her legs next to him, peering at his phone while eating cucumber slices. "So, you’ll confess to them in person, right?" she inquired. “How are you going to ask them to meet up?” "I sent ‘em, … um, hey - are ya free this weekend?" "Oh, sweetie, that makes you sound too shy. Just ask if they want to hang out this weekend." "Ain't that too direct?" "Everybody likes direct men. You have to show you’re confident! You know what you want and you’re not afraid to ask for it!" Mika flinched. "Read!" he exclaimed. "They left me on read! N'agh…!! This is too stressful!" He hugged the pillow in his lap, burying his face into it. "Bein' in love sucks for real!"

"Alright, alright, it's not the end of the world, maybe they're busy! Put the phone down, come on, I'll do your nails." He hesitated letting go of his phone, hoping he’ll see them typing any second now, but ultimately doing as he was told. He watched Arashi grab her kit before setting his hands on a magazine. To be used as a pad; to avoid getting product on the bed sheets. It was a magazine targeted towards girls, one of Arashi’s older ones. A few seconds passed in silence, but, as she started prepping his nails for the new paintjob, she began speaking, "Talk to me, Mika-chan. How are you planning on confessing, anyway?" "’M not. I mean, I am, but I ain’t got a plan. I was just gonna wing it." "Wing it?! Oh, dear… Well, fine, think about it now. What do you think you could do? I’m sooo curious, and you never talk with me about your plans on seducing them." "Se-seducin’?" His face burnt red. "I dunno… They mentioned they liked the plushies I made once. Maybe I can make 'em a plushie and…" "I'm sure that'd be cute, but for a confession," she tsked, "you'd need a bit more pizazz!" He tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. "Pizazz! Flair! Everybody loves a grand gesture of love. Hmm, actually-" She set her tools down, raising his hands and grabbing the magazine that was under them. As she showed its cover to Mika, she beamed, "Look! Read what's written here!" "Um… I dun think knowin' trends from four years ago will impress 'em." A groan. "No, silly, here." She pressed her finger against a box of text in the corner. "The 10 best ways to confess to your crush! You can even do their 'Do they like you back?' quiz if you’re so worried!"

When Mika's nails were painted and dried, he helped Arashi dye her hair. Rather, he was dying her hair while she read him out the questions in the magazine’s quiz, marking all his answers to count up later. "Do they go out of their way to talk to you? A: they only talk to me when they have to, B: no, they tend to avoid me, C: sometimes, but they stick to small talk, or D: yes, they talk to me about almost every topic there is." He huffed. "Well, I guess D…?" "Alright… Do they find excuses to touch you while talking to you?" "N'ah… I dunno. They touch my arm when I make 'em laugh and… Sometimes they bump their knee against mine when we sit next'ta each other?" "That's a yes!" As she tallied up his answers, he was finishing up with her undercut. Absentmindedly playing with her hair as his thoughts trailed off.

Mika knew he had to confess to them someday. Being around them started becoming painful recently (he's been pining for some months, and being friends with your crush can sometimes be a curse as much as a blessing), and he felt guilty over how much his heart hurt every time they made plans with somebody else instead of with him. They've become friends and, he was certain because of how much of a catch they are, it was only a matter of time before they end up telling him about a significant other. His heart would break. He had to confess, otherwise he was always going to wonder. Especially if they start dating someone else, especially if it turns serious. He can pretend to be happy for them, but… "Great news, Mika-chan! Listen, it says: Sparks are flying! You are your crush's crush! If they not only like being around you, but also initiate conversation often, if they hold eye contact and smile easily at you, if they can't help laughing at your every joke (no matter how bad) and touching your shoulder when you talk - they like-like you! Confessing is not only safe, but highly encouraged. A romance is already blooming between you, and you need to make sure you lock it in." She closed the magazine, leaving it on the desk and spinning around in her chair to meet Mika's wide-eyed stare. "See? Just as I told you! They li~ke you, Mika-chan, you have to tell them how you feel! As your best friend," she placed a hand over her heart, as if swearing, "it is my duty to make sure you two end up on at least one successful date." He bit his lip. Truthfully, he felt like crying, both out of happiness, but also out of anxiety. He was afraid to raise his expectations, but if Arashi was that confident… "Alright. What's it say 'bout those ways of confessin'?" "That's my bestie!! So-" she grabbed the magazine again, jumping from the chair to the bed again. But a ping interrupted them. Mika's phone. He immediately grabbed it, checking the new notification. Arashi looked at him worriedly as he started trembling, but his huge smile quickly made those worries dissipate. "They replied!" he all but squealed. "They replied?!" "They replied!!"

It was easier to convince Mika to go with the magazine's advice when Arashi had managed to convince him he had a chance. Usually, he would stay away from grand gestures - he was shy himself and didn't like the pressure of it all - but the seductive sparkle of the possibility of a date with his crush was too tempting to turn down. And so, method one: asking them out directly. Per Arashi's instructions, Mika was to talk to his crush, and ask them if they wanted to get coffee with him after work. Something casual enough, but obvious as a date. Unfortunately for Mika, his crush responded with, "Oh, cool! Should we invite the others, too?" … Arashi bought him ice cream and promised they were just a little oblivious. It can't be helped, since he was too chicken to say, "As a date".

Method two: leaving them a note. They both decided that would be a good next step. He can write out a proper confession, and not worry about stuttering or chickening out. All he has to do is write out his thoughts, leave the note somewhere where they'd see it, and then wait for them to bring it up. Mika poured his soul into that note, he didn't even want Arashi to give him advice on it - he wanted it to be all his own words. He mentioned how long he's liked them and how shy he feels around them, the excuse for why he's writing a note. How he really wants to take them out on a date. How he just wants that single chance, one date! But that he'll respect their wishes if they don't feel the same way, not even enough to give it a shot. He ends it all with a scribble of a flower. But in the adrenaline rush of "Oh, shit, I'm actually doing this, I'm actually leaving my heart out in the open," signing the note escaped his mind entirely. He just slipped it into their pocket when they weren't looking, and ran off.

"You're never gonna believe it, Mika!" they laughed, fishing for something in their pocket. "Look! I have a secret admirer~!" They waved the note in front of his face. His note. Did they recognise his handwriting? Were they making fun of him? He blushed, the very tips of his ears burning up, ready to deny and defend himself, but they spoke first. "What, are you jealous? Come on, you're an idol, I know you get love letters all the time, too, let me have this. You're no fun!" They joked. "O-oh, you dunno who it's from?" His heart was about to explode, he could feel it beating in his throat. "How could I? There's no signature. Whoever it is uses a really cute dialect, though." "Cute?" There it was. They were making fun of him. "Yeah, I think it's very attractive, actually. Well, I hope this person will actually ask me if I got their note, I'm dying of curiosity." "... Y'think it's attractive…" Mika has stopped listening. And functioning. "Hey? Mika? Do I need to take you to the infirmary? You're looking a bit feverish." "N'gah!" He got startled, hand clasping over his chest. "No, no, ‘m fine, I just suddenly remembered I have some, uh, work to do. See ya later!" It was a step closer, but he was still unhappy with the result. At least he could be comforted knowing they thought his dialect was cute. Attractive, even.

Method three: spreading a rumour. This one sounded counterproductive to Mika, but Arashi found merit in it. She was going to be the gossip, to "wing woman" him, as she put it. "Hey, did you hear," she whispered to whoever would listen, "that Kagehira has a crush on (y/n). He's head over heels in love. Do you think he has a chance?" All Mika had to do was gauge his crush's reaction to hearing the rumour, and decide whether it's a good enough reaction to mention that the rumour is true. It travelled across town fairly quickly (and Mika was scolded by Ibara over it, as it escaped the confinement of ES, but those were the sacrifices they had to make) and soon enough… "I heard a weird rumour, Mika - you'll laugh, I promise - people are saying you have a crush on me." They laughed, but he had trouble discerning whether they were laughing at the absurdity, or out of their own shyness. "Yeah, that’s… weird. And what do you think about it?" He stuffed a candy in his mouth the moment the sentence dripped off his tongue. Where did he get the courage for such direct questions? "I don't know. We're friends, aren't we? People often confuse close friends' behaviour with that of lovers. Maybe they thought you were into me because we always hang out alone. Like now!" "Right. That is funny." He never laughed in a more forced way. They'd already changed the subject, and he was left with no information on how to proceed.

"Mika-chan, I'll be honest," Arashi was lying on her stomach on Mika's bed, leafing through a fashion magazine. "I think we're running out of methods." Mika was sitting on the floor, back to his bed's frame, head leaned into his palms. "I know." "You're going to have to ask them out directly. I mean more directly than last time. You’re going to have to tell them you want to take them on a date, in those words exactly." "... I know. It's just!" He groaned, hitting the floor with a hand and leaning his head on the mattress. "This sucks, this sucks so bad! Why’s it so hard?! I'm always tellin' ya how I feel 'bout them, I can write it all out, I can talk to anyone else 'bout it, but in front of 'em, I just… I freeze up, like an idiot! Like a stupid, worthless coward! I hate it so much!" He sniffled, quickly wiping his eyes before the tears could fall. "It ain't fair at all! And nothin' I do is workin'... Naru-chan, I think they just don't like me and're pretendin' they don't get it. I'm probably embarrassin' myself badly 'n they're just too nice to say anythin'." "That's not true!" She flipped closed the magazine, shifting into a sitting position. "You're not an idiot or a coward! I don't want you to talk like that about yourself." "I am… I'm so stupid to think they'd even like me back." He hid his face in his hands. His shoulders were trembling, and Arashi felt bad. She felt guilty, as if her pushing him was to blame. "Are you crying...?" "... No." "Mika-chan, you're my best friend. I know when you're crying. Do you want a hug?" He just sobbed into his hands and nodded. And she got down, kneeled beside him, and hugged him close to her chest.

He cried into her shoulder for a minute or two. Shaking and sniffling, squeezing her for comfort. When his sobs died down, she took the chance to speak up, "Hey, Mika-chan, I had an idea." "Please, no more ideas… It ain't gonna work, nothin’ will." "No, hear me out. Please? You don't have to do it, just think about it." When she was met with silence, she decided to continue speaking. "Remember what you told me when we started Operation: Score Mika a Date? About the plushies? I was thinking…"

It took weeks of hard work. A big chunk of his savings for the materials, too. And a lot of patience. But it was finished. He'd already called his crush and asked them to meet up in their usual hangout spot, one that he knew wasn't going to be crowded. And he arrived early, enough that he can take a moment to calm down and steel his nerves. Even Arashi came with him, hoping to give him a last-minute pep talk. "You have it with you?" She asked rubbing his shoulder. "I do, 's here." "You got this, okay? If they reject you, just nod and say-" "'S okay, I hope we can still be friends - I know." "And don't be pushy." "Mhm." "Oh, I think I see them… I'll be a bit further away if you'll need me. Text me how it goes, okay?" "Y-yeah."

Arashi left, and a few minutes later, his crush stood in front of him. "Hey! You said you wanted to see me because you had something to tell me? It's not something bad, I hope?" He stood silently. Gulped. He was holding his gift behind his back, and he could feel his palms getting sweatier. It was now or never. "(Y/n)-chan," he didn't stutter yet, "I wanted to give ya somethin'. You said ya liked my plushies, so…" He slowly brought his hand in front of him. He was holding a classical teddy bear, with dark green fur and mismatched yellow-blue button eyes. Though the craftsmanship was definitely a bit unprofessional, the amount of care and love that went into it was truly visible. The bear was holding a heart, sewn into its paws, with embroidered lettering. Shaky, but obviously something that was worked very hard on. A simple message on it: I love ya.

Mika's hands were shaking as he outstretched them, offering them the plush bear. "Ac-accept it, please." And he bit his tongue for that stutter. "And… Accept my feelings… (Y/n)-chan, I wanna be yer boyfriend." Did he sound confident enough? He hoped he did. He was certain he didn't look confident, what with the blushing and the avoiding eye contact, but he said it loudly, clearly… "D’ya wanna go out with me?" He really couldn’t look them in the eye, instead he stared down, fiddling with his sleeves, while waiting for the answer. Seconds felt like hours. He looked up timidly, curious on why they were silent. He was afraid they were creeped out. But they were… staring at the teddy bear. "It's really cute. I love it… Thank you, Mika!" They smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat and his knees nearly buckled. He didn't want to press them for an answer to his confession, but he couldn't deny that not even that praise was enough to distract him. He just wanted to hear an answer. "And… So, will ya…?" "The rumour was true, then?" They smirked at him. Mika was truly going to die if they kept looking at him like that. But he nodded. All his cards were now thrown face-up on the table. "The note… The note, too. Tha' was me…" "I knew it," they laughed. "It was so hard trying to give you hints to just ask me out already. But it was cute watching you struggle." "N'ah? Ya wanted me to…? Is that a yes? You'll go out with me?" His vision was getting blurry, and if his legs don't actually give out, he'll consider it a miracle. Mika was barely breathing, his heart beating out of his chest from the excitement. And his eyes just sparkled as he leaned in closer to them, eager and excited. If he had a tail, it’d certainly be wagging. "Of course I will! Let's make this our date, then. Where do you want to go?"

When he arrived home that day, he was running on autopilot. He texted his crush, no, his significant other (he's getting giddy just thinking about it!) he had fun today. He asked them if they want to go on another date sometime soon. He took a shower, changed into his pyjamas, and he just… lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Before flipping over and screaming into his pillow. Memories of their first date still fresh in his mind. They walked holding hands, they shared cotton candy… When they were sitting on a bench, they even leaned their head on his shoulder. They did all the things couples do on dates… They were a couple now! He held the pillow closer. When the sun set, he walked them home and they… He kissed them.

Mika was still high off the excitement of that day. He wasn't going to get any sleep that night, but he's happy. He's as happy as he was when he was accepted into Yumenosaki, when Shu allowed him to become a part of Valkyrie. He just wanted to call them, to hear their voice again, but instead he called Arashi. He wasn't going to bother them so late in the evening, and Arashi was dying to hear the details, anyway. One thing is certain, however: Mika cannot wait for their next date.

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mc fm¡ kissing anne, dongha, yohei and kanata while they sleep, over and over again until they wake up (relationship established) ~ something sweet jiji #Hebi100Special

Writer's corner: Aww, this is definitely sweet!! Congrats for being the 4th request I got! You were so close to be the 3th! But don't worry, darl! Even if you didn't get any surprise, I promise I'll do one for you if they will be appreciated once posted! ♥ Hope you'll like what I've written for you for now! If not ,please, let me know, so i can improve myself!

Warnings: sweetness (relationship established) (Fem!mc)

⋆𝐊𝐢��𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐩⋆ 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚, 𝐘𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 (#𝐇𝐞𝐛𝐢𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥)

⋆Anne has a strange routine.

⋆They are probably the one with the strangest routine!

⋆And it's obvious in a sort of way, since they are always busy working at Club CANDY at night.

⋆So it's kinda clear that they'd surely be tired after coming back home around 4:00 am

⋆(Lol.. I'm such an owl-)

⋆Of course they would find their sweet babe sleeping on the couch.

⋆Anne would try not to make any noise.

⋆They would approach the couch and take off those heels, along with her black beret.

⋆After that they would turn to face their sweet baby's sleeping face.

⋆"She has surely tried to wait for me, again... Babe, you shouldn't force youself.."

⋆I guess they would whisper and try to carry her to bed.

⋆They would lay her beside themselves and snuggle.

⋆Anne would whisper cute compliments to their adorable s/o, caressing her face and looking at her with a sweet look.

⋆"I love you, babe... I can't imagine my life without you.. I promise I'll be beside you.. Always."

⋆After that they would fall asleep, hugging her, caressing her hair.

⋆Anne would dream of their life with s/o..

⋆...until they would feel her lips on theirs.

⋆The next morning, indeed, Anne's girlfriend would start kissing them.

⋆"Babe... Wake up! Wake up!~"

⋆After a while Anne would start giggling with a sleepy voice, and tried to pull s/o closer.

⋆They would kiss her too, smiling between each kiss.

⋆"Good morning, babe..𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!~ 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭~!"

⋆Dongha would have gone to sleep very early.

⋆'Cause he's still pretty rich with a butler and my mind cannot help but keeps suggesting me that he'd go to sleep early.

⋆I think Dongha would also have a fixed routine.

⋆He'd lay on his own bed, wrapped in those bed sheets.

⋆I don't know why..

⋆But I'm imagining him being the one to accept cuddling after hearing his girlfriend asking for it.

⋆Not being the one to ask for it.

⋆"Do you want to cuddle?... Alright."

⋆He'd be the small spoon.

⋆You can't convince me otherwise.

⋆S/o would hug him from behind, closing her eyes and losing herself in his expensive perfume.

⋆On the other hand, Dongha would open his eyes wide, blushing softly.

⋆After a few seconds, though, he would relax, sighing and closing his eyes.

⋆S/o would keep caressing his hair and maybe even starting singing.

⋆He'd fall asleep, of course, relaxed.

⋆Dongha would sleep very well, cuddled by his girlfriend, and would love to be woken up by her voice.

⋆But how would he react to s/o kissing him to wake him up?

⋆Well..

⋆Of course he would be confused at first, still keeping his eyes closed.

⋆"Wake up, wake up, sweetie~"

⋆After realizing that it's actually her, Dongha would open his eyes slowly and gasp in surprise.

⋆S/o would kiss his lips and cheeks playfully and even giggling.

⋆Dongha would blush but smile after a while.

⋆"Good morning..! Alright, alright.. 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚!"

⋆Just like Anne, even Yohei has a crazy routine.

⋆He always comes back home in the morning, after exiting Bar 4/7.

⋆Also it's said that he usually goes to drink something to another bar after finishing working..

⋆So it's clear that he comes back home very late.

⋆Besides I feel like he'd also be very tired, of course.

⋆So imagine him coming back home and, finally, going to sleep.

⋆He'd be exhausted and wouldn't notice that his girlfriend would have already gone to work.

⋆Yohei would just fall asleep, due to his fatigue.

⋆After some hours, even if sleeping, Yohei would hear a door opening and shutting.

⋆Clearly s/o would have been back home.

⋆She would enter the bedroom, realizing that her boyfriend is sleeping, and try not to make any noise.

⋆She'd take off her shoes and jewellery.

⋆Also I'm imagining her tying her hair in front of the mirror.

⋆Therefore.. She'd get comfier, since at home.

⋆Some minutes later, though, s/o would decide to approach the bed and would lay next to Yohei.

⋆She'd caress his hair and start kissing his lips and cheeks, admiring his peaceful sleeping face.

⋆"Babe...~ Waaaaaaaake up!!~"

⋆Yohei wouldn't open his eyes at first, but pretend to be asleep only to keep receiving those kisses.

⋆After a while, though, he'd open his eyes slowly and, with a sleepy and husky voice would speak to s/o.

⋆He'd kiss her as well.

⋆When she tried to convince him to stand up and go to have lunch, Yohei would hug her tightly and fix the bed sheets.

⋆"𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞… 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞… We'll have lunch later."

⋆It's said that Kanata spends his days doing two things:

⋆music and sleeping.

⋆That's why it's basically so much more easier to imagine him sleeping and being woken up by his adorable girlfriend.

⋆I don't know why but...

⋆I can't help, but imagine s/o cooking something for lunch.

⋆In the meantime Nayuta would stare at each of his brother's girlfriend's movements, caught by the interest.

⋆She would have a good relationship with Nayuta and would treat him as a mum would, in my opinion.

⋆That's why I feel like she'd allow him to help her, even if keeping an eye on him.

⋆Both they would cook something delicious and would talk about Kanata.

⋆"He's such an hard-worker... I'm always telling him not to stress.. God, what am I doing with him?"

⋆That's what s/o would say while Nayuta would smile softly, even giggling, why not?

⋆She would be the best girlfriend ever.

⋆Always worrying about Kanata and wanting to take care of him.

⋆After some time, she'd look at the ramen she'd have cooked for his boyfriend with a proud look on her face, kinda drying her forehead too.

⋆"It looks and smells good, s/o...! I'm sure it will taste good too."

⋆Nayuta would say, smiling softly.

⋆That's when s/o would ask him to go and wake up his brother, so they all could have lunch together.

⋆Nayuta would approach the futon, trying to wake up Kanata, but failing.

⋆"Come on, brother.. You should eat something.", he'd say.

⋆Seeing that Kanata wouldn't be going to wake up, Nayuta would come back to s/o.

⋆So she'd decide to approach the futon and to gently shake Kanata.

⋆"Babe.. Babe... Wake up.. The ramen is ready."

⋆Even only calling him wouldn't work and s/o would giggle after thinking about an idea...

⋆She'd start kissing his face and lips fast under Nayuta's open wide eyes.

⋆"Wake uuuuuuup!"

⋆Normally Kanata would react in a Tsundere way..

⋆But it's an established relationship soo...

⋆Enjoy the sweetness, 'cause I think he's an adorable boy in deep~

⋆After some seconds Kanata would open his eyes, feeling dozy but pull her in a hug, making her laughing while Nayuta would go and sit next to the ramen's bowl

⋆(poor baby.. Maybe he can't wait to eat.)

⋆In the meantime Kanata would do the same to s/o and fill her face with fast and sweet kisses.

⋆"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞?... Heh.. Good morning, though.. Wait.. You said RAMEN?! Let's go! I'm starving!"

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[18 : 56] Yandere!Jaemin (unedited)

warning : yandere themes, reader is mean and stupid

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"You can't leave me!" Jaemin repeated for the nth time since you two fought earlier.

He snatched your suitcase from your hands and threw it across the room, making sure it's far from your reach. He was breathing heavily and his hair were sticking everywhere due to him gripping them in frustration while he was having an argument with you.

His bloodshot eyes stared at you with anger. You can see the burning inferno behind them but you could care less. Even if you're walking on his flames, he can't burn you.

He can never hurt you. Well, atleast not physically.

He walked to you and held your arms before he embraced you. "You're not leaving me." his voiced cracked. You can feel his tears falling on your thin shirt.

You didn't say anything, just staring blanky at the wall. You knew Jaemin was crazy and so were you. He was your favourite partner in crime. The one you loved getting in trouble with.

He was the one you make out with when you get drunk from every party you wreck. His kisses were the best, you can't deny that.

He's the one you were with during your late night drives when you wanted to clear your mind. He was beside you as you watched the sun rise and set. Even tried counting the stars with him.

Wandering into secluded places, there you both hid when the police cars chase after you. Painting graffities were one of your favourites too. You spend your time vandalising buildings while waiting for the noisy sirens to disappear.

"You will never leave me, right?" Jaemin once asked you. Empty cans of beer were laying on the ground, your body was resting on the hood of his car and he was sitting beside you.

Your left eye was closed while you trace the stars on the dark sky with your pointing finger. You hummed, "I don't know."

You stopped what you were doing and you sat straight. "I can't promise you that or anything. I'm not good at keeping promises. They're meant to be broken anyways..." You finished your beer that you were holding on your other hand with a final sip. "Just like rules." you winked at him before jumping off.

"I have to go now." you said, grabbing your leather jacket from the passenger's seat. "Can't keep my boys waiting. I'll call you later!" you shouted as you ran to the other direction.

Jaemin did nothing but watch you disappear and sigh in disappointment. Without him knowing, his hand crushed his can of beer with how strong he was gripping it within a second.

Jealousy was starting to fill him inside.

You've been spending too much time with your other friends than with him. Ignoring his calls when you're with them. He felt like you're slowly losing interest in him, like you're letting go of him too easily and you were only finding for the right time to push him away from your life.

You were everything to him but you're treating him like a temporary acquaintance.

He never mentioned to you how unfair you were to him because he feared that you would use that chance to kick him out. So he was trying his best to be patient with you. He had always been patient to you.

Tolerating the mistreatment for months, he was on the verge of breaking out from the rusty chains he tied on himself for a long time.

Until that day you invited him over to your usual meeting place behind the abandoned paper factory and you were with someone else. His face painted with confusion, he didn't walk any closer to you.

"I'm glad you came!" you ran to him, giving him a quick hug then went back to the other guy. "Jaemin, meet Mark... my boyfriend." you smiled ever so genuinely. Your eyes almost literally sparkle whenever you look at your boyfriend.

"Hey! Nice to meet you, man." Mark reached out his right hand to Jaemin but he didn't move an inch. His hands were still inside his pockets as he strangely stared at the other guy.

Mark awkwardly took back his own hand then rubbed his nape. "Oh uhm, I guess, you're not the physical type of a guy?" he chuckled to ease the tension between them but he felt like he only made it worse.

Y/n gently pulled Mark by the wrist, "Let's meet outside, shall we? Leave us for a while." Mark mumbled an "okay", throwing you a concerned glance before walking away.

"Jaemin, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Are really asking me that right now?" Your brows furrowed at the tone of his voice.

"What? Wait... I don't understand-"

"You don't understand?! Are you really that oblivious or are you dumb? I literally did everything I can to make my feelings clear for you to see! I was really excited to see you again after so long but then you're suddenly with someone?" this was the first time he ever raised his voice on you.

"Everytime I try to get closer to you, you run away almost immediately. You ignore my calls. You barely text me back or even read my messages. What did I ever do wrong for you to avoid me like a plague?"

The atmosphere was suffocating for the both of you.

He grits his teeth together as he tries to hold back his tears. "I loved you, Y/n. And I hate that I still love you, so much that it fucking hurts." The surprised look on your face was gone. You stood there like a statue. "I hate that I still care about you when you don't even give a damn about me."

He stopped to catch his breathe, his hands curled up into tight fists on his sides. "What about me, Y/n? What about me..." salty tears pour out of his eyes. You sat on the old leather sofa. "Fine. I did know. Your childish puppy love for me, I mean."

He felt his chest tighten. "I purposely avoided you. I thought, maybe that'll make you forget about me. Turns out, you're stubborn as fuck." his face held a puzzled expression.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Don't you get it? I don't feel the same way as you, dumbass. I was already in love with Mark before I even met you." If only you could see how you shattered his heart so carelessly. "You know, I really liked you. You were amazing and all until you stupidly fell in love with me."

You stood up to follow your boyfriend when Jaemin held your wrist to stop you. "Wait! How would I know you love someone else when you never said anything? If I didn't caught these feelings for you, could we still be back as we were?"

"Possibly and maybe it was my fault but considering how smart you are, you should've known. Don't talk to me ever again."

After that, he spent days trying to reach you out again. Your phone was out of reach. He'd often go to your apartment and ring the doorbell but no one ever answered. Sometimes, he'd wait by the door all night only to wake up from the same position he was on. You never came home.

He had no choice but talk to your friends no matter how he hated them. They all said the same, they had no idea. He doubted them at first until he was sure they were telling the truth. Tired, Jaemin decided to call it a day. But as he passed your place when he was walking on his way home, he saw the lights turned on.

He wasted no time to ring the bell again. The moment you opened the door, he threw himself to you. Embracing you tightly as he sighed your name. "Jaemin? What are you doing here?" you pushed him off.

He wasn't able to answer your question when he saw you packed up. He was the one who questioned you instead. The slightest smile on his face was gone. He totally lost it when you announced that you're moving to Canada with Mark.

That's what lead you to where you both are right now. "You're not leaving me..." those were the last words you heard before he hit you on the back of your head and you lost consciousness. When you never returned to Mark after that night or either answered his calls and texts, he went to your apartment only to find your place messed up. This time, he was the one who spent days trying to find you.

At the end, you were never able to leave Jaemin.

[sapphosvioletts]

Favorite

Avengers x Teen OCD!reader

Summary:

The less spoken about part of OCD, intrusive thoughts, can be scary at times. But thankfully the Avengers will always be there for their favorite member to remind them that they aren't their intrusive thoughts. Starts off kinda angsty but I promise it gets fluffier towards the end.

Request: heyyy can you do a teen reader with ocd and all the avengers? idk just some fluff. they can have autism too if you want but you can decide. idk there isn’t a lot of fics with ocd readers and i got diagnosed with it about a month ago thanks :) i love your work

Warnings: intrusive thoughts

Word count: 2,490

.oOo.

Friday evenings are typically "family night" in the compound, but here I am, hiding out in my room alone. It's not that I don't want to be hanging out with everyone else, I really do. But I don't trust myself around them.

One of the less spoken about parts of OCD is the intrusive thoughts. They can be debilitating at times. Of course, the rest of the avengers know about my OCD and have gladly learned all that they can about it. They've read through all of the resources that I've sent them, they've listened to what I have to say, and are very supportive. But I still sometimes feel too scared to go to them to ask for help, especially in moments that I don't even trust myself to be around them.

.oOo.

I was in the kitchen making lunch for myself. I typically don't use any other knives besides butter knives, mainly because of Steve being overprotective of me and thinking I'll injure myself doing literally anything. Tony actually had to convince him not to put child locks on the stove. But there's also times where I don't trust myself to use them, the times where my intrusive thoughts are just too much to ignore.

It looks like someone was using one of the large knives though and forgot to put it back away. As my hand touched the handle to pick it up, my mind shows me the image of the Avengers, my family, being stabbed with it. By me. I shake my head and immediately let go of the handle, trying to remind myself that I wouldn't actually do those things.

The crawling feeling of goosebumps slowly covers my skin as the feeling and images of hurting my family won't stop rolling through my mind. "It's not real, I wouldn't do that. It's not real, I wouldn't do that." I repeat to myself over and over as I rub my eyes harshly.

I abandon my lunch on the counter and run to my room, not even daring to look back at the knife. I lock my door behind me and crawl under the covers of my bed, laying on my side and hugging my knees to my chest as I try to get the images out of my head.

.oOo.

About an hour or two later, when the family night usually starts, everyone takes notice of my absence. Wanda waves it off, saying I might just be late. But in the back of her mind she knows something isn't right, she just can't tell what, and so she tried to ignore it and have fun with the rest of her family.

When half an hour has passed and I still haven't joined, everyone starts to get worried now. They had just finished their game of uno and without the distraction, they are reminded of the absence of their family member.

Bucky deals another round of cards while saying, "If she doesn't show up after this round we'll have someone check on her, alright?" It's not a question, he is just as worried as everyone else but doesn't want to cause any panic.

After another round has passed and I still haven't emerged from my room, Natasha puts an end to the worry and decides for herself to come and check on me. She tells everyone to just play another round while they're waiting, and they all do so with skeptical looks.

.oOo.

I hear a knock on my door and pause the tv show currently playing on laptop. I try to stay as quiet as I can, pretending that I'm not in here. I know that it's probably a stupid effort, but I still try nonetheless.

"Bubs, I know you're in there. We're all worried about you, we've missed you." I don't respond but bite my lip, feeling bad for causing the others to worry. "Can I please come in?" Natasha asks, in the soft and gentle tone that always makes me fold. I'll do whatever she ask when she uses that tone, it's the tone that is only reserved for me.

I sigh and whimper out an, "Okay" which she somehow still hears. Despite my door being locked I don't make an effort to get up, I know she'll easily be able to get in anyways. She's a spy after all.

Not even five seconds later my lock is clicked open and she comes in, closing the door behind her. She smiles at me softly once seeing me under all of my blankets. She sits next to me and leans against the headboard. My body tenses up at how close she is to me, still not trusting myself to be around my family from the disturbing images still lingering in my head.

"Are you feeling alright? I can get you some medicine if you aren't feeling well?" I smile at how caring she is, but shake my head no. She frowns and runs her hand through my hair, making me flinch. I usually love when she does that, so my reaction only worries her even more.

"Honey, you aren't okay. Please tell me what happened, you know I won't ever judge you. Or if you want I can get someone else?" I shake my head at her offer, wanting Natasha and her comfort.

However, I don't make an effort to speak. I only stay laying in silence, not even really knowing exactly what I'm doing, but not wanting to admit these things to Natasha. Natasha waits patiently though, never rushing me or getting annoyed.

After another five or so minutes of silence, which eventually started to turn awkward, I finally spoke. "I was in the kitchen earlier making lunch and... I just had this really bad thought." I say almost inaudibly, refusing to look at her. I fidget with the hem of her shirt instead.

She waits in silence for me to go on, so I do. "I saw a knife and.. I saw myself doing... it doesn't matter. I just.. don't trust myself around other people right now." My eyes start to tear up and I sniffle. It's not often that I ever talk about my intrusive thoughts, worried that people will be afraid of me because of them.

Natasha isn't afraid at all though, not in the slightest. A look of understanding morphs on her face as she finally puts the pieces together. "You're scared to be around the others because you're worried you'll hurt them?" I nod, glad that she's able to understand so easily.

She gives me a sad smile and lays a gentle hand on my cheek, swiping her thumb back and forth. "Your intrusive thoughts aren't you. It doesn't mean you will do those things. You are the most caring person I think I have ever met, and I know for a fact you would never hurt any of us."

I can't help my wobbling lip and the tear that fallls down my cheek. Those words are exactly what I needed to hear. Obviously this isn't going to just magically fix everything, but having another person tell me these things grounds me and reminds me that I'm not alone.

She puts her hand on the back of my head and brings my head to lay on her chest, letting me cry into her shirt. She massages my scalp and mumbles sweet nothings, letting me get my emotions out.

When I've finally calmed down to occasional sniffles, she speaks up. "Do you want to come join us? You don't have to, I can even stay in here with you for the rest of the night if you want." I think about her offer for a moment before nodding my head. "No, I'll go."

She smiles and rubs my back as I sit up. I wipe my tears away and try my best to not look like I've just been crying. Natasha holds out her hand for me as she stands up, and I grab it with a small smile.

When we walk into the living room we're met with a very intense argument being had between pretty much everyone. I laugh at them while Natasha rolls her eyes. She lets go of my hand and stomps over to the others, who immediately stop arguing at her glare.

She then smiles and picks up the monopoly board and walks back to put it on the kitchen counter. Everyone groans at her but start putting away the pieces nonetheless, slightly scared of what will happen to them if they don't listen to Natasha.

While they're cleaning up Natasha comes back over to me and leads me to the couch. I sit down in my spot that I always do, her sitting next to me. Everyone has learned that this specific spot is mine, and thankfully they understand. I can't explain why I have to sit here, but I just do.

My right foot kicks back against the foot of the couch 8 times, another thing that my brain for some reason insists that I have to do. And if I don't, then those intrusive thoughts just come back, making me believe that something horrible will happen if I don't.

The others sit back on the couch once they're done cleaning up, while Bucky and Tony are flipping through Netlfix to try and find something to watch. Steve sits on the other side of me and gives me a smile. My body tenses up at the close contact, but I still try to smile back.

I still just can't seem to shake that thought away, and even though I managed to relax around Natasha, I just can't seem to around the others yet. I pull my knees up to my chest and my fingers tap on my leg anxiously, in a specific pattern that I don't even know what it's from or where I got it.

I look behind me to the kitchen to check if the knife is still there. I don't want to use it, I want to make sure that it's not longer there. I dont trust myself to be around it. Thankfully, I don't spot the knife and that lets me relax slightly.

My head snaps back when I hear the sound from the tv. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to just relax and have a good time with my family. They thankfully chose a comedy, I don't think I could have handled an action movie with all of the fighting.

Wanda, who is sitting in front of me on the floor because there aren't enough spots on the couch, looks back at me to check if I'm okay. She could probably sense my anxiety. I hug my knees tighter to my chest and nod with a tight lipped smile. She obviously doesn't believe me, but drops it anyways.

Throughout the movie, Steve, Sam, and Wanda make it their mission to provide commentary. Wanda does it more quietly so only I could hear it, but Steve and Sam are happily yelling out their commentary.

"Oh come on, who would actually do that in real life." Steve scoffs at the scene of two people very, very awkwardly flirting. "I don't think you have any right to say that Steve, you haven't pulled since the dinosaurs were around." Sam teases back. I laugh at their banter, which continues through pretty much the whole movie.

I didn't realize it at the time, but their banter and commentary had helped to distract me. I was much more relaxed than I was before, even leaning against Steve when I was laughing too hard to sit up right.

When the movie was over, we all decided to watch another one, as none of us felt tired yet. Tony suggested one of the most boring movies I think I've ever seen in my life, and the second I heard the first syllable come out of his mouth and I shot over Natasha's lap and covered Tony's mouth.

Everyone laughed as Tony tried to fight me off of him, but I of course, fight back. Tony decides to take the evil route, and his fingers find my ribs and start tickling me. I finally give up and fall back into Natasha's lap with laughter as I try to get away from Tony.

However, Natasha only joins in, tickling me with an evil grin on her face. I scream out and kick my legs, which finally gets Tony to stop, and Natasha follows. I catch my breath and grab a pillow from the couch, smacking Tony with it.

"Hey! Natasha did it too!" He tried to grab the pillow from me but I kept my tight grip on it. "Yeah, but I'm her favorite" Natasha said with a satisfied grin on her face. In unison, everyone snapped their heads over to look at us.

"No, I'm the favorite." Steve said, very seriously. This caused an overlap of yelling as an argument breaks out over who is the favorite. I fall into a fit of laughter as everyone argues, trying to prove their point loudly.

Natasha only wraps her arms around me and I shift in her lap to get more comfortable. "We both know I'm your favorite, right?" Natasha whispers. I smile and nod, "right." After all, Natasha is practically my mom, of course she's my favorite. But I would never admit that to the others.

"Okay, okay, calm down!" I yell out, getting everyone's attention. "My favorite is actually... Thor." Before I know it theres even more yelling as everyone tries to tear me away from Natasha. I laugh uncontrollably and hold onto Natasha, who isn't letting me go anywhere, knowing I only said that to get a rise out of everyone.

Natasha swiftly stands up, holding me in her arms, and jumps over the back of the couch. She runs down the hallway to her room and shuts the door behind her locking it. There's yelling that follows us all the way to her room, and groans once they realize her door is locked.

Natasha and I both lay back laughing, holding out stomachs. We look over at each other, her eyes filled with admiration. She intertwined our fingers and kisses the back of my hand, making me smile. I roll over so I'm laying on top of her, making her huff out a laugh.

After we both calm down, I mumble a "thank you" into her shoulder. She rubs circles on my back, "you're more than welcome. I just want to see you happy, that's all. I love you so much. And I'm very glad I'm the favorite." I shake my head and laugh before laying my head down on her chest.

From outside the door, as everyone finally gives up and walks away, the last thing I hear from them is "Don't ever let Thor around here again!"

[postwarlevi]

Farmers Market

Content: It's literally you and Levi at an outdoor market. Enjoy!

"Levi, look here!" You call to him from another stall.

It was your favorite time of year, fall, when the weather cooled down. The outdoor markets were starting back up and it was opening day at your favorite one.

"Look at the size of the peppers, only a dollar!" Somehow produce sales just got you excited.

"They look alright." He says, wondering why they're so cheap.

"We got a good crop right on time this year." The vendor says.

"Let's get some." You say, ready to pull some cash out.

"Gonna go any cheaper?" Levi asks the man behind the table.

"Levi! How much cheaper can they be?" You're a bit embarrassed that he's starting in already. But Levi knows that if it were near the end of the day and there's too much left they always give a better deal.

The vendor laughs though. "Maybe. You know what? You were such good customers last season, if you want to buy in bulk, how about half off? Anything you want today." There really was a lot and he remembered how much you always picked up.

"See?" Levi tells you, kissing your temple, looking at what else there is.

You were convinced Levi could talk anyone into anything, and were happy to use it to your advantage.

Soon your rolling fold up cart is already half full with bell peppers, cucumber, cauliflower, bags of kale and a huge butternut squash that Levi was sure you'd make him cut into, even though he showed you how last time.

He handed the vendor the cash as you thanked him and were already off to another stall. It really was a good deal, not that you needed ten peppers.

You were already haggling over dried fruit and nuts, coming away with eight bags for a decent percentage off, stuffing them in the tote you had.

"I got you hazelnuts and beets." You say, seeing a small smile from Levi. When you weren't looking he rolled his eyes a bit, knowing the vendors must love seeing you coming. But you always made sure to throw in his favorites, and since you didn't come as often as you would like, Levi never minded.

"I'm gonna go to the tea stall. You want the cart?" He asks and you nod.

"What kind of fruit do you want?" You indicate where you're headed next.

"Citrus." As if you didn't know. You kiss his cheek before parting for a little bit.

Levi heads to his favorite tea vendor and sees she has some new stuff this year.

"Hi there Mr Ackerman!" She always tries to remember her returning customers.

He gives a polite hello and soon has overspent on not only his favorites but some new assortments he doesn't remember her having last season. He makes sure to get cinnamon as well, one of your favorites.

Levi passes by someone selling hats, the wide brim straw sun hat with with a purple ribbon catching his eye.

He's pretty sure you've mentioned wanting one, especially on warm days. Picking one up along with some long stemmed sunflowers at the next vendor, he goes to find you.

You're no longer at the fruits, thank goodness, so he goes towards the back.

He stops dead in his tracks after he spots you. In the short time you've been away your hair has been done into one long braid and you're currently modeling a blue and yellow sun dress in another vendors mirror.

You're beautiful in anything, and Levi can hear his heart pounding. Truth be told you could probably wear rags and would still outshine everyone else.

"Levi! You like?" You say, bounding towards him and breaking this thoughts.

He can only nod, reaching to pick up your braid.

"Oh! Some young girls are learning about business and charging five dollars and I wanted to support them. Only took a few minutes. They did so good!"

Levi leans forward to give a quick kiss to your lips, place then hat on your head and holds out the sunflowers.

"This is so great! Thank you." You gush about the things he's gotten you.

You go back to the dress stall to pay and pick up the cart, leaving your other outfit in the tote. Levi takes both the cart and your tote bag, leaving you with the flowers and an extra paper bag you didn't put in the cart.

Levi sees you got the oranges he requested, along with apples, pomegranates, pears and a whole pineapple that, again, you'll probably make him deal with.

You both take a seat for a little while, enjoying warm pastries and agua frescas.

"What's in the bag?" He asks as you've not let go of it yet.

"Your favorite tea vendor? Well, her partner is running a second stall full of products." You pull out the things in the bag.

"It's a tea warming plate." You say as Levi examines it. "Charge it and it'll last for days. Now when you get busy with work it'll always be warm."

"Why don't I already have one of these?" He wonders.

You shrug and dive back into the bag. "Well, now you do. And also, Bath Brew Pockets, and socks."

Levi stares at what surely are gag gifts. "You mean, I can bathe in tea?"

"Or we, unless you want it all to yourself." You then hold up the socks. His black pair with pink writing reads 'If You Can Read This' on one and 'Bring Me Tea' on the other. Your pink pair with black writing reads 'If You Can Read This' and 'Get Your Own.'

Levi chuckles. "These are ridiculous."

You grin. "Well yeah. You gonna use everything?"

"Of course." He would always love everything you picked.

After finishing your snack it's on to grab multiple varieties of honey, apricot and also cherry jam, two loaves of fresh bread and some muffins from your favorite bakery stall, a focaccia and a dozen rolls from another one, and a two pound block of feta, which Levi says you don't need, but in the tote it goes.

You can't help but want the hummingbird mosaic wind chime, and Levi agrees if you promise to put it up, and not store it away. He then goes for yet another plush throw blanket for you to cozy up together under while you pretend there's room for coconut bowls with matching utensils in your cabinets.

It's soon clear that your tote, cart, and both yours and Levis hands are full.

"I think that's all we can manage, love." He tells you.

You know he's right but think there's something you're missing. You could pass on the chocolates this time, but there's something else.

"Oh, what about the orange juice? It's always so good!" You couldn't leave without that.

"Right." He sighs lightly. No use reminding you of all the actual oranges you just bought.

Balancing another bag on the carts handle he tells you to wait for him and is soon back with a gallon of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Yay!" You are happy to see the new bag.

You start back with all your items and suddenly gasp, remembering one more thing.

"No, I'm sorry, there's no more hands." Levi says, trying to guide you forward with just his knee.

"But the soaps!"

"Yes and the candles and the olive oils and the pies and the goat milk." Levi lists off some random things you'll probably want next time you come. "I mean, we have to get through all this first."

"The pies." You frown at what you missed, but there really is a lot of food.

You get to the car and load everything in, settling into the passenger seat for the ride home.

"How about we bake our own pie with the stuff we have? We can always come next week." He says, taking your hand in his. You usually only came once a month during the season since you always bought so much, but there were exceptions. Besides, there were things he'd forgotten about, too.

You look at the sunflowers you're holding in front of you. It's been a lovely outdoor morning with the man who holds your heart. "What kind of pie?" Everyday with him was a good day.

He looks over and smiles, bringing your hand to his lips. "Anything you want, angel. But first, we nap."

You look back and return his smile, wondering if Levi knows how happy he makes you, and hoping you do the same for him.

Silently, he's thinking the same about you.

an- In honor of my favorite outdoor market that just opened for the season! I'll mention again that domestic fluff with Levi in everyday life is my favorite thing. And pairing him and reader with food haha.

[peanutpinet]

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

[interlunium-opus]

"I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities." [ Jay. ]

[ Jay | fluff ]

Author’s Note: Here's a fluff in response to the following request "Can you maybe do a fluff/crack for Jay where maybe he felt a little jealous when you praised someone for their skill and he immediately goes competitive mode and openly tries to show how he's far better indirectly to the guy?" Hope it's close to what you have in mind and hope you like it :3

“Do you have anything to explain to me?”

You jumped, startled, as Jay appeared beside you while you were busy shoving your textbooks into your locker, “Jay! What did I say about sneaking up on people?”

“And what did I say about not keeping secrets between us?” Jay snapped back, arms crossed, brows raised, “Is this how much our friendship is worth?”

“My goodness, what is it this time?” You sighed as he fished his phone out of his pocket, turning it to show you a candid picture of you and Sunghoon from last night.

“I mean seriously, of all people to date, you have to go for this pretentious prick?” Jay scoffed before gesticulating wildly, “Look, I know I said that you need to stop being aromantic and start planting some sort romantic interest somewhere — but Sunghoon is just ain't it. In fact ! I’d rather you date the spawn of the devil, Jungwon, instead.”

You snorted a laugh before shaking your head dismissively, “Dude, we were just running last night okay? Does that even look like a date to you?”

“Okay,” he repeated sarcastically, “but you love running alone! So why are you suddenly running with someone — and not just anyone but this prick???”

“I really don’t get why you two hate each other so much,” you raised an eyebrow at Jay, “Look we just happened to bump into each other last night and since we were heading the same way, he asked if I don’t mind him tagging along for the remainder of the way — no big deal.”

“Ughh, that’s the oldest trick in book,” Jay scrunched his face, “And you said yes?”

“I mean — we’re not exactly strangers, we have been in the same tutorial class together for more than a year now," you mumbled as you zip your bag up, "He's a good running partner too. His pace was so stable and steady that it made me stuck to mine as well — I mean, duh, he's an athlete after all."

"Hey, I can run well too," Jay grumbled defensively, "You know if you needed a running partner, you could've called me right?"

“Maybe if you were as fit as I am, she would have,” Sunghoon suddenly appeared beside Jay, peering over his shoulder to look at the picture on his phone, “That’s a good picture of me and y/n — no wonder you got jealous.”

“Speak of the devil,” Jay rolled his eyes, “Aren't you a bit too greedy over what I have? first, you took up my spot for the dance competition and now you're trying to make a move on my girl."

"Jay, that was 2 years ago — get over it. You've taken my spot afterwards for the Summer competition anyway so we're actually even," Sunghoon retorted, "Also, she's not your girlfriend anyway so your territorial behaviour is pretty misplaced."

"Guys, cut it out," you shut your locker close with extra force in an effort to shut the squabbles, "Also, why am I suddenly dragged into your petty fights."

"Right sorry about that, he's just always trying to pick a fight with me," Sunghoon shook his head dismissively before turning to you and beamed, "Just stopping by to ask if you're running again tonight 'cause I would love to join again. It’s off season for ice-skating so I thought it's the perfect time to get back to running again."

“Oh? Yeah I am going tonight as well, just a tad bit late in the evening though. I want to finish up some work at the library first,” you smiled back at Sunghoon, ignoring Jay’s burning stare, “You know you can start ahead if you want — don’t want you waiting too long in case I'll take too much time at the library.”

“I’ll go when you go, don’t worry,” he reassured as he backed away, joining Heeseung who was waiting for him, “I’ll text you alright? Looking forward to tonight!”

You nodded and waved at him before turning to Jay, “What?”

“That’s it,” Jay clasped his hands together, “I’ll run with you tonight — and the next.”

“Jay, don’t be ridiculous, you hate running,” you emphasized, “which is why I never asked you to run with me.”

“Hey — I can love running if it’s for you,” he winked, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, dragging you past the crowded hallway towards your next class, “Or let me paraphrase: I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities.”

“your priorities are all skewed then," you clicked your tongue, "Well, as long as you don't hurt yourself."

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The next morning however Jay did not show up in Modern Political Thought seminar that you guys have every Thursday morning. Though the guy is such a sleepyhead, he never misses a class even when he pulled up an all-nighter the night before. So this sudden absence, paired with the fact that he managed to run a whole 5km without stopping last night, was sowing seeds of suspicions and guilt within you. To make things worse, he did not even respond to any of your messages for the last 5 hours.

That was why you ended up being in front of Jay's apartment instead of having your lunch that noon. "Hi!" you immediately say as the door of Jay's apartment opened. It was Jake, his flatmate, with his lids only half-opened and hair all disheveled, "y/n?"

"Sorry for waking you up Jake," you smiled apologetically, "Is Jay home? He missed a Politics seminar this morning and he didn’t respond to my text at all — just wanna make sure he’s alright.”

“mmhmm, pretty sure he’s in," he answered drowsily before yawning, "but probably, still hibernating.”

“Oh okay, do you mind if I come in?”

Jake nodded, backing up as he held the door open, “Of course, come in — it’s messy though.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured, making your way towards the room at the end of the hallway. As you knocked on his door, Jake suddenly shouted from the kitchen, “don’t bother knocking y/n — that guy sleeps like a log. Just go in.”

“Uhh…” you bit your lip, slightly hesitating but relented when your subsequent knocks yielded no answer.

“Jay? I’m entering okay?” you say as you let yourself in, carefully navigating around the dark room, stumbling a few times against some random furnitures.

"Jake, get out okay-" you hear him grumble from underneath the covers, tossing the other way, "just let me... sleep mo..re."

As you neared his bed, you reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. Suddenly, Jay rose from the covers, his hand gripping your wrist, grunting "Jake what did I just say-"

Trailing off, he looked at you with brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and confusion, before his expressions gradually soften "y/n?"

"dude, you almost gave me a heart attack," you muttered, sighing exasperatedly.

"Sorry, I thought it was Jake trying to disturb me again," he softened his grip and rubbed your wrist as if he had just hurt it, "Did I hurt you?"

"My heart, almost but my hand is fine," you pulled your hand away, "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"You missed class this morning," you crossed your arms.

"It's just one class, no big deal. I just overslept-"

"Is that all?" you raised an eyebrow before pointing at the crumpled muscle relief patch packs and pain relief creams strewn messily across his bedside table, "Did someone overexert himself last night?"

"Fine, I didn't come to class partly because my legs are sore," he shrugged, "but hey, I ran as much as Sunghoon did! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Not if it's at the cost of your legs!" you replied exasperatedly, "Come on, where is the rational Jay that I know? he wouldn't have let his competitiveness and ego cloud his judgements like this."

"It's just normal post-workout sore, I've had it a couple of times before," he reassured, "Also, I may hate running. But I'm actually good at HIIT and strength training so I'm not all that unfit as you think I am. Or he thinks."

"All that just so you can prove him wrong?"

"No of course not, I couldn't care less about him," he huffed, "I just wanted you to know that I can pace well with you too."

"Jay, that does not make it any better-"

"Probably also to convince you that I make a better running partner than Sunghoon," he sniggered.

"Well, guess what, you can't run if your legs are hurt," you quipped.

"Oh shit, that's true," he muttered under his breath, "Well post-workout sore usually last between 3-7 days so I'll be good as new after that. Running partners?" he stretched his hand out as if asking for a handshake.

You sighed, grabbing his outstretched hand, shaking it as if you guys are signing on a pact, "Only if you promise not to overexert yourself next time."

"Promise," his smile widened, "Have you had lunch? I'll cook something up for you."

"Your legs are hurt though."

"They're sore not hurt," Jay emphasized, scooting to the edge of his bed, "Also even if they are hurt, I cook with my hands not legs so..."

You chuckled, "Well sir, if you insists."

"Of course, wouldn't let my girl go out of this house famished," he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, grinning gleefully.

[indiee19]

She Does The Woods

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and a buzzed Alex go for a walk and a picnic in the woods and you can't resist how good he looks.

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! receiving), typical cliché couple things

word count: 2.8k

-Once again, Thea wrote this.

A/n: this song is literally the best song off the album. Argue with the wall if you disagree. Also, I'm working on the requests, so please be patient, I'm trying to do all of them. (And thank you, Thea.)

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You reached up on the shelf of the small storage closet , getting the picnic blanket down from the very top, putting it in the basket. Alex had promised you that he would take you on a picnic this weekend. You impatiently waited the whole week for this day, wondering where Alex was taking you on the picnic.

You heard the door open and heard Alex's footsteps as he padded down the hallway, looking for you, eager to see the outfit you chose to wear. He hadn't seen you since this morning when you both woke up and had spent the entire morning in bed, making you feel so good like he always did. You'd asked him to go get some fruit from the store while you finished the rest of the food you were going to eat on the picnic.

"Baby, where are you!" he shouted from across the hallway.

"In the kitchen, Al!" you yelled back. He walked into the kitchen, finding and watching you finish putting everything away. He walked over to the kitchen island where you were at, handing you the fruit he had bought for the picnic.

You thanked him and put it away along with everything else in the basket. Alex walked behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pushing your hair away and kissing up your neck.

"Al, stop," you laughed, pushing him away.

"What if we don't go on the picnic and just stay here?" he asked, continuing his kisses up your neck. "No, Al. You promised me that you would take me on this picnic and I've been looking forward to it all week, so we're going on it," you replied, turning around, grabbing the bandana around his neck and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

He sighed and moved away, going to the family room. You finished packing everything up and went to the family room, sneaking up behind Alex, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you ready to leave, my love?" you asked, kissing his cheek. He stood up, turning around and kissed you. "Yeah, princess. You go get the basket and I'll start the car," he replied, walking to the door and grabbing the keys.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the basket, also grabbing your polaroid camera from the bedroom, though you didn't think that you would need it at all, and walked out the door after locking it.

You saw Alex in the car, fiddling with the radio, trying to figure out how to connect the Bluetooth on his phone to the car radio. You got in and laughed at him, amused at his small amount of knowledge on technology even though he had many references of it on his latest album.

"What're you laughing at?" he asked, clearly still frustrated with the Bluetooth on his phone.

"Nothing, I just find it hilarious that you have a very extensive vocabulary and are a talented songwriter, but you can't understand how to use technology, though your album has quite a few references to it," you laughed.

He playfully pouted and then went back to his phone to figure out how to connect his phone to the car. You laughed again and he glared at you.

"Do you need some help, my love?" you asked. Alex nodded and accepted the fact that he couldn't figure it out and handed you the phone.

You quickly explained to him how to do it and connected it to the radio. You then turned on something from The Beatles; Alex started to pull out of the driveway. You and Alex started singing along, him more than you and you watched the concentration on his face as he drove and as he sang, his angelic voice ringing in your ears and you didn't mind.

The car came to a stop light and Alex turned to you. "I want to hold your hand," he sang, taking your hand in his. You laughed and sang along with him, though you weren't nearly as good as a singer as Alex, your voice couldn't compare to his in any way possible.

The red light had turned green and Alex began driving on the road again, hand still holding yours as he continued to sing the rotor the song. You watched his facial features in the light that was hitting him through the window. You focused on his lips mainly, watching them move as he sang, remembering how they felt on your own, moving against yours in sync, just like the way he sang the song - in sync.

"Alex," you said, dragging out each syllable of his name. He looked at you then back at the road. "Yeah, princess?" he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He turned right and began to slow the car. "It's a surprise," he smiled, taking a few more turns.

"Please, I want to know, Al," you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek then his neck, lightly sucking on his neck just below his ear, hoping that somehow he would give in to you ad would answer your question.

"As much as you kiss me, I still won't tell you until we get there," he said. You stopped sucking on his neck, and sat back in your seat, playfully pouting.

"Now, look, just because I won't tell you doesn't mean that you have to stop kissing me," he said slyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss to it.

"No, you won't tell me. No answer, no kiss," you laughed. Alex dramatically gasped and laughed. The rest of the drive was fairly typical and cliché, Alex singing his heart out, reaching over and kissing you whenever there was a red light.

You certainly didn't mind it being cliché if it meant that he kissed you, though you did wish that he would tell you were he was bringing you. It was only ten minutes before he pulled the car to a parking lot and parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

You opened the car door and stepped out, looking around. He had brought you to a dirt trail for hiking - in the woods.

"Really, Alex, the woods?" you asked. He got out of the car himself, and shut the door, opening the back door to get out the picnic basket.

"What?" Alex asked, walking around to the other side, grabbing you by the waist.

"First of all, you're literally wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers, and a button up ... and boots, it's way to hot for that. And plus, the drinks will get all hot," you said, gesturing to his attire and the picnic basket.

"It'll be fine, princess," he said, moving his hand to the small of your back, leading you onto the trail. He held onto you, knowing that it was way too hot, but still wanting to be close to you, always wanting to touch you.

He stopped when you both reached a secluded part of the trail that no one else was on, and to be honest, looked like no one really ever used it anymore.

"Okay, this is really giving me the 'I'm taking you out to the woods in a secluded area to kill you' vibes, Al," you joked, Alex letting go of you, you turning to look around the spot.

"You're right, me love, I am going to murder you," Alex laughed, grabbing you from behind, placing kisses on your neck, sucking on a spot. You laughed and pushed him away. "Alex!"

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, turning you around, kissing you deeply, shocking you. Your arms snaked around his neck, his hands traveling down your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him, your front now pressed up against his chest, biting your bottom lip teasingly, demanding entrance.

"Alex, we-we can't, not here," you said breathlessly, the breath you had now gone from the steamy kiss you and Alex just shared.

"Why not?" he asked, confused about why you wouldn't want him, even though you did and he knew that.

"Because, Alex, I'm not shagging you in the woods. Besides, someone could walk past us and see what we're doing," you answered, adding in the last part to try and explain to him why you couldn't even though you wanted to, but not as much as Alex wanted to.

He didn't seem to take that response to well, instantly kissing to hopefully persuade you into doing it. You felt him hard through his pants, and as much as you were afraid of getting caught, you had to admit that the thrill of it would be kind of fun and you moved your hand to palm him through his jeans.

Alex groaned into your mouth, breaking the kiss to suck on your neck to keep him quiet. You backed him up against a tree and suck down onto your knees, undoing his belt and jeans, pulling down his underwear just far enough for you to pull out his cock, slowly stroking him, placing a few light kisses to his tip, watching him as his head fell back against the tree.

He groaned in response before you took all of him into your mouth, his hands coming down on the back of your head, gripping your hair.  He felt heavy on your tongue and flattened it so that he could fit better in your mouth. You started to bob your head up and down on his length, enjoying the small, quiet moans Alex was letting out.

You hollowed your cheeks, Alex pushing your further onto him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke a little, but nevertheless, you continued. "Yesss, princess," Alex hissed, gripping your hair even tighter than before, moving you up and down on his length at a rate of his liking.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as you continued to bob your head, your tongue swirling his tip, hollowing your cheeks again.

You could tell that he was close when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat continuously as he bucked his hips. You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks once again, sending him over the edge. His hips stilled as his cock twitched inside your mouth and you felt his release hit the back of your throat, swallowing it.

He pulled you off of his cock by your hair, helping you stand up, holding onto you and he tugged up his underwear and trousers, fixing his belt as well. "Happy?" you joked, kissing his cheek.

"Very," he said, pecking your mouth. You laughed briefly. "Funny. We haven't even been here an hour and I've already sucked you off. And I've already got dirt on my pants," you said, gesturing to the dirt on your knees through the rip in your pants, getting the picnic blanket out of the basket and laying it on the ground, placing the picnic basket on it.

You sat down and Alex sat across from you, digging into the basket to see what you packed, picking the container that held the strawberries, getting one out, holding it to your mouth. You opened your mouth and took a bite out of it, Alex pulling it away from you and put it on the container lid.

"Let's see, what else did you pack in 'ere?" he said to himself, digging around in the basket more.

"There should be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in there for you," you said, helping him find it. He thanked you and took it out of the container that it was in, taking a bite, managing to get some jelly on his fingers.

Alex laughed and put the sandwich down, licking his fingers clean of the jelly. You couldn't help but let your mind wander, thinking of very dirty things that Alex would no doubt think of. Imagine what he could do with those fingers, was all that was going through your mind, so much so that you didn't even realize that you were starring straight at him.

"Can I help you, princess?" he asked, noticing how much you were starring at him, specifically his arms and fingers. You tried to come up with an answer but you couldn't form any words at all, turning into a stuttering mess.

"Who's having the dirty thoughts now, eh?" he laughed, taking off his sunglasses. "Come 'ere, princess."

You hesitantly moved over to beside him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap. "Tell me, love, if I touch you, will you be wet?" he teased, unbuttoning your jeans, pushing his fingers in them to play with the waistband of your panties that were slowly but surely dampening.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, voice trialing off into a moan when his fingers brushed against your clothed clit.  He lightly chuckled before moving the cloth of your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your folds.

You buried your head into Alex's neck to try and hide the indescribable amount of pleasure that he was giving you. "No, look at me," Alex drawled,  pulling you up by your hair. You looked up at him, starring into his big, brown doe eyes.

"Do you need me, love? Because I need you," he said. You quickly attached your lips to his, letting his tongue slip past them, exploring your mouth. You hesitantly pulled away, moving to shuffle out of your jeans, Alex undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear, just far enough for his cock to spring free.

You sat back down in his lap, sitting up on your knees to move your panties aside, positioning Alex's cock at your entrance, Alex's hands going to your hips to keep you there. He pulled you down slightly; you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock poking inside of you, hands gripping his shoulders.

"Alex, please, I need you," you said, knowing how much he enjoyed hearing you beg and whimper for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up so good.

He smirked, pulling you all the way down on him, throwing his head back, a soft moan falling from your lips. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you pushed him down to be laid on his back. His hands were still on your hips, watching you as you began to slowly move. You sat up on your knees, his cock almost slipping out of you. His hands held you in place on him, his cocky smirk plastered all over his gorgeous face. Even though you were on top, he still had all of teh control.

Without warning, he let go of your hips, letting you slip all the way back down on him, his hands going back on your hips, helping you move on him and you moaned loudly. You slowly began to roll your hips on him, the pace gradually increasing. Soon you started to bounce up and down on him; Alex started to thrust up into you in sync with your own movements, driving you closer and closer to your high that you were now chasing.

His thrusting into you slowly began to get faster and faster, and you couldn't keep up with them. One of Alex's hands found your clit, rubbing small circles on it, driving you closer to your orgasm. You threw your head back and felt Alex's free hand travel under your shirt, massaging your breasts through your bra.

"God, love, you f-feel so good," Alex moaned, clearly just as close as you.

"Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered, Alex thrusting into you faster, bouncing you on his cock. "Cum for me, love," he said, thrusting up into you one final time, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your walls contracting around him, triggering his own release. He held you down on him and you felt his cock twitch, his release spurting inside of you. You collapsed on top of him.

You were both panting, sweat pooling on Alex's head. "I love you so much, princess," he said, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too," you replied, struggling to stand up, sighing at the emptiness that was left when you lifted up off of him. "Oh, shit," you laughed, feeling his release run out of you, sure to stain your underwear, quickly putting on your jeans.

Alex pulled up his pants and underwear as well, doing his belt back up. "So, should we finish our picnic now?" he said, eating another strawberry, you sitting back down, digging into the basket, looking for something to eat yourself; you nodded to Alex.

[peakyscillian]

Break | Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader | One Shot - Prompt |

Summary: Based off of the break up prompt lists. "I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break." & "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Warnings: Language, heartbreak. Request: Anon. A/N: Okkkk I struggled to break up with Cillian because why would I?. This has a little bit of Joe Cole x reader as well. I'm so sorry if I also break your hearts wirth this! Let me know if you want to be on my taglist!

•Break•

You had given up and decided to head to bed once the clock turned to midnight, you were waiting up for your boyfriend. You'd been doing that alot lately. Cillian would wander in whenever he pleased, not letting you know where he was or had been. You were barely exchanging words when you were around each other, and the last time you'd been intimate was a distant memory.

The thought of not even having him try to kiss your face all over when he returned from a few weeks filming was enough to make you hiccup out a sob as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, you were losing him and you had no clue what had caused it.

You threw back the heavy duvet, climbing under it, you grabbed for his pillow it smelt just like him and you needed that right now,you needed to know you could have something of him close. The bedroom door opening and the light from the hall signalled he was back, you hadn't seen him since 7am that morning you were rushing out the door to work, had managed to slip a kiss to his cheek as he busied himself with making breakfast, he had grumbled a see ya later as you closed the door behind you.

Rolling over you watched as he undressed, dropped his clothes into the hamper just inside the wardrobe and headed for the bathroom, you heard the shower turn on, with a sigh you left the bed, opening the bathroom door you sat on the marble side, waiting for him to finish.

His blue eyes flicked over you as he stepped out, your eyes trailed over his body the carved out abs on his stomach, his broad shoulders all the working out for Peaky Blinders was paying off. "Do you even love me, anymore?" you asked arms folded across your chest, Cillian stopped dead in his tracks only moving to wrap a towel around his waist, the water dropping from his hair onto his back. His muscles flexed as his huffed out a breath ""I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break" his voice was calm, carefully measured he hadn't turned to look at you. Without a word you moved from the side, biting back tears you left the bathroom, heart shattering with every step. Grabbing the pillow you had been curled into you snatched your phone from the bedside table, the charger and your laptop. Cillian had appeared from the bathroom. You looked at him, the hurt evident on your face "I'll be gone tomorrow" you didn't look back as you left your shared room, heading for the guest room furthest away so he wouldn't hear your heartbreak even more. Sure enough the next mornig, you were gone and Cillian knew he'd made the biggest mistake. *** Cillian spotted you sat out on the terrace, of course you would be here, you'd spent years of your life around his castmate, years of friendship formed between you all. Of course you'd be celebrating Paul and Annie's engagement with them. He just wasn't prepared to see you with Joe, you hadn't spoke to him at all in the year since he broke up with you, you had made sure the house was cleared whilst he was away and you'd definitely diverted his calls. You were sat at the table, in a simple denim summer dress, your hair was shorter but it suited you, you were leaning in close to Joe, his smile was definitely down to you, you always knew how to make people happy. He knew how bad he'd treated you, how he'd left you wondering every evening at home, whether he'd return or not. The press and pressure of your age had got to him, he needed a private life craved one but the fact he'd stepped out with you half his age and so open had pulled his life into the spotlight, he couldn't deal with it so he had hurt you in the process. Helen and Natasha had told him about your relationship with Joe, with how it had all happened so naturally after you had reappeared from hiding away from them all, Joe trying his hardest to mend your heart. Sophie had been so angry with him, told him he was selfish and ridiculous to think anything outside of your relationship mattered so much that he had to break your heart that way. Cillian just hadn't expected to have to deal with seeing you curled into Joe's side, dropping kisses to his cheek the way you had with him and then you were walking up the path to the kitchen where he'd been hiding. You had stalled slightly at the sight of him, the sight of him there in front of you, after a year of avoiding him, you had childishly ignored his calls not wanting to hear him reason with you over his decision, not wanting to hear his stupid excuses. You walked past him, straight to the bathroom in the hall, stealing a few extra minutes to catch your breath after that familiar scent of his aftershave caught your senses and knocked the breath from your lungs. It had took you months to even want to speak to anyone about him, Helen had held you so many times as you sobbed, as you cursed her closest friend, wished him some kind of pain like the one he had caused you. Joe had took you out on a friend date, something to make you feel normal and then at the end of the night his lips had brushed yours and you felt so many emotions, you'd cried right there on your doorstep, he wrapped you tight in his arms, rocked you on the sofa whispered promises you weren't sure you could believe.

You had believed them though, you'd let him in even with the fear of judgement from others, about moving on within the group but he had brushed all those fears away, he'd let everyone know when you were ready and the support was enormous everyone just wanted you happy. Cillian was waiting outside the bathroom, he need to speak to you, he needed to hear your honey coated voice once more, it had been too long. "Hi y/n" he spoke softly not to make you jump. You smiled at him, not quite reaching your eyes "Hey Cill, how are you?" you had took the polite route, you didn't want to ruin Paul and Annie's day. Cillian had nodded sipping from his drink, a little shocked at how easily his nickname had left your lips "fine, yeah good, you?" You lent against the wall "great thanks" you bit at your lip eyes darting across his face, his hair was longer his preffered style, he looked tired but you knew he'd be out in New York filming for a new movie, Helen sometimes couldn't help but mention him. "does he treat you right?" Cillian couldn't help himself, he needed to ask. You let out a small laugh "He does thank you for the concern, but really you didn't exactly treat me right towards the end"

He deserved that he knew he did but it didn't hurt any less "You never let me apologise for that" You simply rolled your eyes "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore" you pushed away from the wall, heading back out into the garden. Cillian watched you go, watched as Joe greeted you half way back to the table, concern on his face, he watched as you reassured him, kissing him hand squeezing at his arm, he knew that touch he knew how that felt and he had to try his hardest to hold back his emotions as you turned to look right at him, giving him a small smile before taking your seat again. Cillian made his way to his own seat, next to Finn and Sophie who turned to include him in the conversation, his heart pounding at the fact he really had lost you now, and he only had himself to blame. *** Taglist. @queenshelby @cloudofdisney @janelongxox @datewithgianni @elenavampire21 @magicalpieex

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in another lifetime: part five - h.z / l.k

P it seems that maybe all hope is not lost for your rescue, but Bucky, Sam and Zemo must act fast with news from Strange about your changing fate. (2.5k)

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New York, 1898

"How many times do I have to tell you not to wander without backup?" It's difficult to disguise the annoyance in your voice as Laszlo sits in front of you sporting a bruise and cut forming across his cheek.

Holding back a wince, Laszlo keeps his eyes locked on you. He didn't anticipate a surprise attack. No one should've been there when he joined John to investigate the abandoned house.

"John was supposed to be there." He mutters, silently thankful when you move away with the slightly bloodied cloth and place it into the basin, hiding it from his view. "But it's fine, my dear." Laszlo rises to his feet and approaches you in the bathroom.

"It isn't fine though, Las." Gripping the edge of the basin, your shoulders slump forward and Laszlo watches your eyes glaze over once more.

In the back of your mind you can hear them all, the family you once had telling you the same thing.

"You gotta take it easy, kid." Steve sternly tells you whilst perching on the edge of the hospital bed. "We're not invincible, well, except Bruce." He jokes, easing the tension building around you when other Avengers pour into the room upon hearing about your accident.

"I'll try," You weakly speak up, forcing a half-smile despite the concerned gazes crossing everyone's faces. "but I won't make any promises."

"Who am I, Y/n?" Laszlo speaks up, hopeful when you move to face him.

Releasing your hands from the basin, you bring them over your chest. "Is this one of your psychological questions, dear?" You raise a brow, clearly in no mood to pander to him this evening.

Reaching out toward you, Laszlo's fingertips brush over your hip in a weak attempt to entice you toward him. "Not at all my liebling, just tell me."

With an apprehensive sigh, you admit defeat and lean into his embrace, lowering your hands to your sides. "You're Doctor Laszlo Kreizler." You state.

"And?" Laszlo encourages you with a gentle look rising across his face, despite the small cut on his forehead almost pulsing.

"And," You chuckle, unsure what he is expecting of you next. "a genius?"

Shaking his head, Laszlo guides you from the bathroom keeping his arms around your waist. Now standing inches from you, his breath fans across your lips. "Your husband, who cares deeply for his wife and her safety." He finishes for you, lifting his frail hand up to brush your fallen locks aside from your face.

"And I too care about your safety, Laszlo." You sigh, moving your face aside and escape from his embrace. "Sometimes I can't help but worry you might not make it back one day from one of these investigations."

"Y/n, are you forgetting about your own past?" Laszlo retorts. "The life of being someone who is constantly put at risk, on the field and unsure if she will return home?"

"You don't have to remind me of my own past, Las." You snap back. "It's because of my past that I fear. Whenever my family left, I never knew if they'll come back. Nearly every time they did, but the one time they didn't I was abandoned, left to fend for myself for five miserable years."

Laszlo steps forward, ready to answer when you stumble over your own feet. "Y/n?" He mutters, watching you cradle your head in one hand whilst the other remains extended towards him. "Y/n, what's the matter?"

"My, my head," A mumble passes your lips as you hazily guide yourself to the bedpost, forcing yourself down to the mattress.

Sitting beside you with your hand in his, Laszlo patiently waits for you to show your face. "Where is this pain coming from?" He asks, knowing the medical kit is still open in the bathroom adjacent to him.

Lowering your hand from your face, you blink a few times. "It's just a headache," Attempting to brush it off, a half-smile is received from Laszlo. "sorry to have worried you, I, I'm still kinda forgetting I can't knock back some Adderal and take a nap like I once did."

"Alright," Laszlo helps you fully onto the bed until you're lying down, having gotten used to some strange words you use at times over the past few years. "I think it's best that you do take a short sleep, dear. I'll have Stevie fetch some water for you."

With that, Laszlo moves away from the bed and heads toward the door. "Laszlo?" You call out tiredly, glad to see him turn to face you. "I'll be alright, it's just a headache." You assure him, and he nods along.

"I know, my love." Laszlo answers, closing the door behind him as he heads towards his office, hoping a Doctor will be free to take his call.

*

"Really, it's nothing to be concerned over." You wave Doctor Connors off, closing your eyes at the sight of his light flickering across your vision.

Connors hums to himself before lowering his torch. "Have you been experiencing sensitivity to light for long, Mrs Kreizler?" He asks, rummaging through his bag and reveals his stethoscope.

"It comes and goes with the headaches mostly, I used to get warned when they were coming by Fr-" Cutting yourself off with a cough, you sit upright in bed. "apologies."

Placing the stethoscope across your chest and back, Connors turns to Laszlo with a nod and exits the room.

"I'll be right back, Y/n." Laszlo tells you, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"Yeah, and I'm from the Victorian Era." Muttering under your breath, you follow their footsteps as they descend the staircase, allowing you to hover above them on the landing.

"I can't be certain as of yet, but I fear it might be something serious." Doctor Connors explains to Laszlo.

"What can we do to find out, Doctor? I, I can't risk losing her too." Laszlo worryingly remarks, his cane hitting the floor quickly with impatience.

With a sigh, Doctor Connors averts his attention from Laszlo and peers upstairs, spotting you looking down on them both. "Bed rest and small doses of codeine if required. I'll be back in a few days if your symptoms worsen, Mrs Kreizler."

Laszlo whips his head up to see you leaning against the railing with a sad smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, Doc." You salute, heading back into your bedroom whilst Laszlo sees Connors out.

Once the front door was closed, Laszlo calls out your name from the bottom of the stairs.

"Sorry, am not meant to hear my own diagnosis?" You can't help the sarcasm rolling off your tongue. "Las, I told you, it's just a headache or at worse a migraine!"

"But what if it's not, Y/n?" Laszlo snaps back, slowly walking up the stairs with difficulty causing him to huff loudly. "What if it's something serious, I know you've been distant from everything since,"

"Don't bring that into this, Laszlo." You warn him, pointing your finger at him. "Losing the baby hurt me as much as it hurt you." Lowering your voice, you crumble into yourself and sit down on the landing. "And I can't imagine life without the pain of losing them."

With difficulty, Laszlo sits in front of you. "Pain can be defined as a sensory and emotional experience, my love." Laszlo starts, watching you slowly lift your head from your lap. "Like all emotions, they never truly go away, and loss always hurts, no matter how much time has passed."

"I, I'm just so tired of suppressing everything." The admittance echoes through the corridor, causing a tear to roll down your cheek. "After everything that's happened, I, I don't want to lose this."

Reaching out, you cup Laszlo's cheek in your hand. "You won't lose this, Y/n." Laszlo smiles softly, moving his head so his lips are pressed into your palm. "I promise you, we are not going anywhere."

*

New York, 2025

"What amazes me the most is how you've kept out of everyone's radar for nearly two years." Sam can't help himself, looking to see Zemo relaxing on the sofa whilst his butler hovers behind with a tray and an empty glass.

Zemo shrugs before sitting upright, accepting the glass and refills it with the bottle of whiskey resting between his legs.

"I'm a man of many talents, Sam." Zemo remarks. "I thought you'd know that by now."

Sam scoffs under his breath. "Sadly so."

"Don't be so disappointed. Here I thought you were now more than tolerable of my presence." Zemo jokes, glad to hear a light laugh from Bucky opposite him whilst his eyes remain glued to the laptop screen.

Bucky's gaze flickers from the laptop screen back to his phone beside him despite the screen remaining blank. For weeks he's been waiting on an update from Emilie about a small group within the now-disbanded Flagsmashers wanting to help.

"Well?" Sam walks over to Bucky, standing behind him to see what's got his attention.

Yet, when Sam notices the sight he pushes himself away.

"Why do you read those?" Sam thinks aloud, sparing Zemo a glance who mirrors the man photographed on Bucky's screen.

"It reminds me she's still alive, Sam." Bucky states, scrolling further down the old newspaper article about a case you worked on alongside Sara. "You know she loves him, right?"

Zemo tenses at the mention of him, this Doctor that he can't escape from.

"Not like you'll forget to remind us." Sam retorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "But Buck, it's not real!" He repeats, feeling his head pulsing. "Why don't you two get that? Y/n will be coming home, and this life as a detective and marriage and," Sam trails off at the thought of you having a family.

"She's getting the happy ending she never had here." Zemo finishes quietly, remembering how forcefully you had pushed him aside without a second thought, letting the unknown consume you.

Maybe Emilie was right, you went somewhere you could be happy, something guaranteed for once in your life.

Before Sam would retaliate, a knock at the door echoed through the corridor.

"No one knows we're here." Bucky looks at the two men, both equally confused. "Zemo, go hide in the closet or something and take him with you."

Muttering in his native tongue, Zemo abides and disappears out of sight with Oeznik whilst Bucky stalks to the front door and opens it ever so slightly.

Yet, the figure before him causes nothing but confusion to form across his face. "Strange?" Bucky steps back, opening the door allowing Stephen and Wong inside. "What, what're you doing here?"

Entering the apartment without a comment, Strange strides through to find Sam standing in the kitchen. "Zemo here too?" Strange asks and patiently waits as Zemo descends down the stairs, reappearing with a look of concern.

In Zemo's eyes, a visit from this Doctor was never a good sign.

"What's going on here, Strange?" Sam is the first to ask as they all stand in the apartment, focused on Stephen.

Wong clears his throat, nodding to Strange. "Something's changed in Y/n's timeline." Wong starts to explain. "The version we knew and saw when she disappeared has been altered."

"But how is that possible?" Bucky questions, but Wong ignores him and simply carries on.

"Originally, Y/n was to fall ill with Smallpox and die August 12th 1990. However, somehow, something has changed." Wong finishes with a frown settling on his face.

"So, what's changed?" Sam uncrosses his arms and buries them into his pockets, trying his best to remain composed.

Strange and Wong exchange a silent conversation before averting their attention back to the trio. "It seems that something has happened to Y/n's timeline. She no longer contracts Smallpox-"

"Okay, that, that's a good thing then," Sam starts.

"Sam," Bucky mutters, knowing this isn't going to be a positive situation his friend hopes it to be.

"November 23rd, 1898. Y/n Kreizler begins to experience headaches which quickly worsen over the next few weeks. By mid-December, Y/n is dying from a bleed on the brain."

"She has a brain haemorrhage?" Zemo finally comments, and Strange nods. "This, this can't be!" He yells out, slamming his fist against the kitchen counter. "Y/n is supposed to get a happy ending, she, she is meant to have a family with this Doctor Kreizler. She is meant to live longer than this!" Zemo cannot help but feel enraged, marching towards Strange with fury in his eyes. "You have to fix this, let her live."

Remaining composed, Strange simply shakes his head. "If I could, I would, really." He tells Zemo. "But we cannot alter time like that unless we can take her out of that timeline what is now set will happen."

"You've already told us that we can't do that." Sam reminds Strange. "We've tried getting help, but it's useless."

Strange exchanges a quick look with Wong, one that Zemo doesn't miss. "You know something, don't you?" Zemo remarks, now pointing to Wong besides Strange.

"There, there may be a chance we can get to where Y/n is." Wong suggests. "It seems that the lock placed on her location is weakening, and whilst it remains weak we can overpower it."

"And get her back?" Bucky dares to ask, his mind racing with possibilities.

"If we had assistance." Strange counters. "Luckily for us, we finally managed to get through to some." A hint of a smile forms on Stephen's face as three portals appear in the room.

Emerging from them are several members of the Mystic Arts, including Emilie and a few familiar faces from years prior.

"Long time no see," Bucky nods to Emilie once the portals begin to flicker, disappearing into thin air. "how'd you manage this one then?"

Emilie spares a glance to those around her with a small smile before addressing Bucky. "When the Flagsmashers were disbanded, I was able to find a few old friends, ones who knew Y/n and what happened to her."

"We never wanted her to get hurt," One of the members pitches in. "Y/n was a powerful sorcerer and it was well-known information. Having her against the Flagsmashers and their beliefs was bad news, but no one wanted it to happen the way it did." They trail off, all of them still haunted by your screams and cries as you were stripped of your abilities, left in the dust.

"None of us could save Y/n then, but maybe, just maybe we can save her now." Emilie says hopefully. "We owe it to her."

"Well?" Bucky claps his hands together and walks towards Sam, patting his back. "I guess we better bring her home." He mutters, knowing this isn't how you'd want things to be, but this time there is no choice.

"How long does she have left?" Sam asks, quickly checking Zemo whose been too quiet for his liking, now hiding in the background.

"Just under two weeks." Strange states. "The sooner we bring her back, the more chance we have of saving her and restoring her health."

"Alright then," Sam sighs. "do your thing."

PART SIX

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

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Part 6

The eve of race day. You had woken up early as planned. Zemo would be here soon to pick you up. You had packed a little case for the weekend, but you had spent the entire in nervous excitement.

You would be staying with Zemo. At his place. Just the two of you.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Zemo: I'm outside.

You grab your bag and head outside, locking up behind you. Not at all surprised to find another car of his waiting for you. He was leaning against the hood of the car.

You smile as you approach him.

"Miss me?" You asked, teasing him.

"Every day since I left."

You laugh softly, but you could tell he meant his reply. Your poor heart was going crazy.

Zemo takes your bag and puts it safely in the car. You climb in while he does. Once he's in, you settle for the long drive down to the track. The radio plays quietly in the background.

"You can sleep if you like, I promise there won't be any speed racing along the way," he chuckles.

You smile as you get as comfortable as you can in a car. "I think I'll do that, an hour or so."

You're didn't even make an hour before you woke up, but a lot of distance had been covered. Zemo smiles at you as you shift in your seat, waking up fully.

"Coffee?"

You glance down to see two take out cups, steam still rising from them, slotted between you in cup holders. You smile as you take one.

"Thanks. You stopped for coffee?"

"The least I could do for coming to get you so early," he smiles sweetly. "I can pull over at the next stop if you're hungry, but we won't be on the road for too much longer now."

"I'll wait then. Thanks." You open the cup and inhale that delicious scent. A beautiful way to wake up.

Conversation is kept causal for the rest if the trip. Soon Zemo pulls up at a nice house. He wasn't kidding when he said it was bigger than your little apartment.

You climb out of the car and look up at it.

"This is nice."

"Thank you. It's just one of my houses." He comes to stand beside you. You eye him in slight suspicion.

"One of your houses? How many houses do you have?"

"Several. Most of them in Europe."

You continue to look at him with suspicion.

"I figured you had money because of all the cars, but I'm thinking there's more to it than that."

He gives a cheeky grin as he walks up to the front door.

"Perhaps."

Who is this man?

You follow him to the door and then enter as he opens it for you. The inside is super nice. Doesn't exactly looked lived in, but you can tell it's his place.

"Now this suits you," you say, looking around the room.

"Does it? You fit in quite nicely too."

You smile as you make yourself comfortable. Zemo drops your bag by the door and comes over to sit with you.

"I have something I want to ask you. I don't need an answer right away, but I want to ask you now."

"Why is it?" You turn tour body so you're giving him your full attention.

"I have been debating this for days, but what you say if I asked you to work for me?"

Your gaze flickers between his eyes, your brain trying to catch up with what he just said. Work for him? Like... work for him? What would you even do?

"You do realise I'm no mechanic. I make coffee for a living."

"I'm aware."

"What can I possibly do for you?"

"Assist me? Manage me?" He sat their smirking at you.

"Manage you? I don't know what in doing most of the time, and you want me to manage you? Don't you have a manager?"

"Myself."

"You can do that?"

"I can," he chuckles. "If you worked with me, you could be at every race. I would get to see you every day."

"You are honest to God serious?"

"I am."

You gaze down at your lap in thought. He was actually offering you a job. You would have so much to look up before hand, but what if you took it?

You look up to see him looking at you.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask for," he says, smiling. He gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you breakfast.

You're already pulling out your phone, researching what you may need to help him.

It would be pretty cool to tell people you were the manager of Helmut Zemo. Certainly more exciting than the barista who makes nice coffee.

You eat, Zemo shows you the room he had made up for you, and then you both head out to see the car. You spend all day watching him go up and down the airstrip, beating his own record.

He was ready for tomorrow.

Race day. You're both up early. Zemo talks you through the day and what he has prepared for you. You're on the list for his crew, so you'll have access to the areas he team do. You still get to watch from his stand.

Of course, you arrived together. He parks up and you walk into the stadium. You're keeping your eye out. Zemo knows what for.

It's not until you're outside waiting for Zemo to change when you see them. Stark has arrived, in his gear, your friend under his arm as they wave at the crowds. All cameras on them.

He did it. He made it public.

Your friend was smiling away and waving at people, kissing his jaw and placing her hand on his chest.

Despite the display, it didn't seem real to you. She couldn't see it, but you could.

A hand is placed in your shoulder. You look up to see Zemo standing beside you. His eyes are on you, but you know he saw them.

"She may not forgive me, but I will not forgive him for breaking her heart when the time comes."

Zemo says nothing and nods once.

You turn your eyes away from the 'happy couple' and look at the car. It looked all shiny and new.

"You've got this today," you say, turning to smile at him.

"I know," he replies with a cocky smile.

You find yourself teaching for his hand and smiling softly at him. His fingers curl around yours.

"I'll be right here when you cross that finish line," you tell him.

"And then drinks."

"Ah yes, our date. How can I forget?"

"I have one more request before I go out there."

"Oh?"

Zemo brings you entwined hands to his lips and kisses yours softly.

"Call me Helmut. I want to hear you say my name at least once."

You smile.

"Alright. Then, this is for you, Helmut." You lean in and press a firm kiss to his cheek, caressing the other one with your free hand.

He smiles.

The way you say his name sets alight all those feelings be bad been trying to contain.

You pull away.

"You better go."

You can hear the racers being called to the starting line. He squeezes your hand and reluctantly lets go. You pick up his helmet and give it to him. Once it's on, he climbs into the car and you watch as he follows the other drivers. You quickly climb over the barricade to the stands and watch from up there, wanting to see his car for as long as you could.

You hadn't noticed the way your friend had been looking at you from across the way.

You stand on edge. You had this really good gut feeling in your stomach. Something was telling you this was going to be the day.

The lights change. The engines rev. You close your eyes to listen to the sound. It's the greatest sound in the world. The flag waves, tyres spin. They're off.

You don't even realise you're holding your breath.

The cars are out of sight so quickly, you then your gaze to the screen. Right there in front of you is Stark and Zemo.

They move in perfect sync around the track, not once colliding with the other. It's almost as if they're playing a careful game. Your poor lip will be so sore from your nervous nibbles.

Stark takes the lead for quite some time, but Zemo is right there behind him.

"Please. Please." You're whispering to yourself. You have fingers crossed, you're unable to stand still as you watch, you're pleading with whoever is listening.

The last leg of the race is approaching.

The standard across from you cheer loudly. That's Stark's lot.

You're beginning to doubt that feeling you had.

It all happens so quickly.

Just as you blink, that purple beauty of a car pulls ahead. It's as if it had been saving it's energy for the last hurdle. You gasp sharply as he pulls so far ahead, even Stark is confused. You're not sure if you dreamt it or it as that car speeds across the finish line.

You can't contain how happy you are. You run from the stands, jump the barricade and run as fast as your feet will take you. By the time you get down to the arena, all cars have crossed the line. No casualties on this day.

Zemo is out of his car, helmet taken from him by one of the others. He sees you coming and opens his arms. You're off your feet as soon as your arms around him. He's laughing in your ear.

"You did it! You did it!" You're laughing, smiling, cheering.

He puts you down, but he doesn't let go. You hold onto him tightly. People gather to take photos or to try and interview him, but neither of you care.

You pull back enough to look at him.

He kisses you.

Right there in front of everyone. Cameras are flashing, people are shouting his name.

No one else matters.

You smile against his lips.

You only let go when you have to. He gets taken off for his award, but you're not far behind. You're so proud of him.

Stark looks at him from the second place podium. Your friend on the other side from where you stand.

She doesn't look happy.

Once the formalities are over, Zemo returns to you and puts his arm around your shoudler. You're both smiling like fools as you walk back.

He beat Stark. He did it.

And he kissed you!

You're over the moon. This could honestly be pinned as the best day of your life.

It's not until you're out of sight from the press when he pins you up against the wall and claims your lips again. You melt against him, letting him kiss you over and over.

Neither of you were even bothered about the race anymore. He just wanted you.

You part, but only slightly.

"Zemo-"

"No."

"Helmut," you chuckle, "I'm accepting the job offer."

"That didn't take much convincing," he teases.

You roll your eyes and pull him back to you, kissing him again.

Meanwhile, in Stark's locker, your friend was going crazy. She was looking at her phone which was blowing up with images of you and Zemo kissing.

Today was suppose to be the day she could proudly go public about her and Stark, but even that had been stolen from them.

Tony looked at her from across the room.

"Let me tell you something interesting," he said, not all sounding affected by his loss today.

She goes over to hear what he has to say.

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I am not a woman, I'm a God (17+)

If I can't have love I want power pt 2

If I can't have love masterlist

Word Count: 1640

Genre: dark I guess?

Request: no

Warnings: none? (atm anyways)

A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter so it's subject to change BUT the next couple chapters should pick things up a little :3 OH and the next chapter might contain smut (Idk yet - I'll try to edit this when I've written the next chapter)

1737 - The middle

The revenge was sweet and drawn out. The redhead and her long-time friend had made sure of that. They let you finish the duke off but not before they had their fun. The two women were gorgeous, both with red hair that would make any woman jealous. The green-eyed woman had hair like a wildfire and the blue-eyed woman had hair the colour of a deep red sunset. Liking women was wrong but you weren’t sure these two counted as women – they certainly weren’t human. Wanda, the one with sunset hair, tortured your husband mentally, angry whisps the same colour as Natasha’s hair crawled in through his ears and buried themselves deep within his brain. While this was happening, Natasha was peeling layer after layer of skin off him with her razor-sharp nails. You weren’t sure if you could even call them nails – not when they looked so much more like claws. While Wanda was exploiting your husband’s deepest darkest fears, Natasha was calmly explaining to you which tools to use where so you could cause the most pain. Apparently pain and torture was an aphrodisiac for them because the two demons decided to show you what you had been missing out on due to your husband’s lack of skill.

That was almost 200 years ago. Wanda and Natasha had given you great gifts, allowing you to have a much longer life, giving you cat-like reflexes and godlike powers. Perhaps your favourite was the enhancements they gave to your voice. People were suddenly compelled to do whatever you suggested they do and the rush it gave you was unexplainable. These gifts were not free however and yet the price was one you willingly paid repeatedly. Especially because it meant spending extra time with your two favourite demons. You were there to cause chaos and have fun which was ironic considering Wanda was a chaos demon and Natasha was a succubus but perhaps that’s why you did what you did. Perhaps it was because you were made by them and therefore must serve them in every way imaginable.

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You had watched your siblings grow from afar and made sure every single villager who ever even looked at them wrong suffered. When you were with Wanda and Natasha, it felt as if everything just fit into place. It was strange and you felt as if you shouldn’t miss them – they killed and tortured your husband in front of you, gave you gifts that meant you couldn’t live a normal life and coerced you into sex that you weren’t sure you wanted; yet you still wanted them.

Your story was told countless times and the more times it was told, the deeper the truth was twisted into a legend, a tale mothers told their children to keep them away from the forests late at night. You were turned into a martyr, a victim of the horrible cruelties the evil creatures of the world could bestow onto innocent girls.

You were anything but.

If the storytellers could see you now, they would burn all mentions of your story. You were a problem child, a bad example and you had two of the most powerful demons wrapped around your little finger.

A few years ago, you had mentioned to Natasha and Wanda one evening that you were bored. That’s how you found yourself currently being shot at.

“Natty I’m bored.” You whined, throwing yourself dramatically over the bed. History was going through a dry spell; people weren’t doing anything interesting and there weren’t enough opportunities for you to wreak havoc.

“Natty” Wanda mocked “Our princess is bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Natasha moved to hover over you, Wanda placed your head in her lap. Natasha’s tail flicked with a cat-like manner before it slithered between your legs.

You grabbed her tail and she let out a moan “Not now Natasha. I’m serious. If I knew living forever was going to be this boring, then I wouldn’t have done it.” That wasn’t quite true, you enjoyed being theirs to use but you were getting restless.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Wanda instead. You waited a few moments for the two demons to stop their make-out session, but it didn’t look to be ending any time soon. You rolled out from underneath Natasha and untangled Wanda’s fingers from where she was massaging your scalp.

“Awe come back baby.” Wanda broke the kiss and made grabby arms at you. For a supposed demon, she sure was soft. “I promise we’ll make things more fun.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again “You’ve gone soft Wands.” Although Natasha huffed and puffed about how ‘soft’ Wanda had gotten, she seemed to have a slightly less hardened heart when she looked at you.

You were no longer bored but you were being shot at and while it couldn’t kill you, it sure did sting. Perhaps going after Dick Turpin’s loot was a bad idea but what can you say? You wanted to live a little. All you had wanted was a pretty horse you had seen him steal but nooo – he had to keep them all for himself. You had managed to escape Mr Turpin himself but one of his lackeys just wouldn’t give up. Rather than continuing to run, you decided you may as well get a quick meal.

“Hello darling.” Your voice echoed from all around, you watched as the man trying to kill you frantically whipped his head around.

“Who are you? Come out now!”

You let out a low, predatory chuckle.

“I’m the poor little martyr in all your stories.”

“No. You can’t be- that’s impossible! You should be dead!” You watched as the man continued to spin around and around in circles, watching him trip before revealing yourself.

“I am ancient. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen kings and queens and holy men enter the world and I have seen them leave; and yet I am nowhere near as old or as powerful as the women who made me the person I am today. While I watched preestablished civilisations crumble, they were reminiscing the time they created them, all while burning them to the ground. Some call me the end but they are mistaken. They are the end. I am your warning. I am the only kindness they will show you. Trivial things such as death do not concern me.” As you finished your speech, Natasha and Wanda’s comforting aura surrounded you, the dark mist embracing you before forming the two women.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun now could we dove?” Natasha’s voice rumbled out against your neck, biting it lightly.

“You have to share.” Wanda cooed, lifting your chin up to face her as she captured your lips with hers.

The idiot who you were about to kill and feed on decided now was a good time to make their escape. Luckily, Wanda had other plans as her red magic bought the squirming meal back to you.

“Go away. I want to eat. It’s been so long.” You pouted, making your way back to your meal. It was a little annoying that to continue living in your young body that you had to drain the soul from another person, but it was worth it.

“But if we leave then who’s going to do all the heavy lifting?”

“And who will dig the hole in your garden?”

“Or put the body in the hole?”

“Or-”

“Okay! I get it. Fine. But just hush, okay? I like to eat in peace.” You grabbed the man and kissed him hard, feeling his soul merge with yours before it was consumed by the darkness.

“I don’t know why you always have to kiss them to feed” Natasha bit out, moving away from you with Wanda, voicing her unhappiness at you kissing someone else when only she should be kissing you- her and maybe Wanda.

“Well, it wasn’t me who made her feed that way.” Wanda whispered back

“Are you suggesting this is my fault?” Natasha’s voice got low and dangerous, and you felt the forest drop about 10 degrees.

“Well that’s how you feed isn’t it?” Wanda’s eyes glowed and a wind picked up.

You pulled away from your meal, the faint glow of his soul swirling around your mouth and eyes. “Want to share?” The forest rose back to its original temperature and climate as Natasha kissed you, absorbing small remnants of the soul. Wanda wrapped one arm around your waist while the other snaked up to your neck, her teeth lightly biting and sucking along your shoulders.

“I think you forget dove” Natasha broke the kiss to growl at you

“We’re in charge here. If we wanted to share, then we would share.” Wanda finished off for her.

It dawned on you that perhaps this was about more than just the meal. They were jealous.

“Are you two jealous?” You laughed, not at the situation but at their reactions. Wanda bit you harder and Natasha just glared at you.

“Of course not. Why would we be jealous of some silly insignificant dum-”

“Baby…” You reached up and placed one hand lightly on Wanda’s horn and the other on Natasha’s cheek, effectively stopping Natasha’s rant about how unjealous they are. Wanda moved from where she was standing behind you to stand next to Natasha. “You both know that if I could live off Demon energy then I would, but I can’t.”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, having a silent conversation in the space of seconds before turning their attention back to you. “That’s not necessarily true love.” Wanda said.

“It will be painful but…well demons aren’t born. They’re made.” Natasha explained.

“And if you wanted to…”

You didn’t even hesitate before giving your answer. “Yes.”

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