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INVISIBLE STRING - r.c series (two)

pairing:: pogue!rafe x sweetheart!kook reader. chapter warnings: domestic violence; absent parents; angst; fluff.

part one

Rafe didn’t know how to describe it, but it was like… he was breathing easier. Like he wasn’t always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He couldn’t believe you’d chosen him, a stray. He’d been taking it slow with you. 

It was mid-afternoon, and you were by the lake this time, sitting on the weathered dock, feet dangling off the edge, again. He had his fishing rod in hand, showing you how to cast it properly. The sun hung low in the sky, painting everything in this soft, golden light that made your hair glow like some kind of halo. He had to keep glancing away because it messed with his head. A literal angel.

“You gotta flick your wrist, not your whole arm,” he explained, demonstrating it for you. “Like this.” He flicked the rod smoothly, sending the line out into the water with barely a ripple.

You gave him a look, like you were tired of his shit but then copied his motion. Your line barely made it halfway to where his was, and you huffed, frustrated. He laughed quietly, shaking his head.

“You’re tryin’ too hard,” he said, standing up to move behind you. “Here, lemme help.”

He hesitated for a second, then stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your from behind, guiding your hands to hold the rod correctly. He could feel your body tense for a second before you relaxed into him, your back against his chest. His breath hitched, but he focused on showing you what to do, trying to ignore the way his heart raced from being this close to you. He was whipped.

“Now, just flick it—gentle, like you’re barely trying” He guided your hands again, and this time, the line shot out farther into the water, just like his.

You grinned, looking over your shoulder at him, and he realized how close your faces were. Too close. His breath caught, but he didn’t move, didn’t pull away. He never did.

“See?” he muttered, “Told ya, you got it.”

“Only ‘cause you helped,” you said, voice was all soft and sweet, like honey.

Your eyes didn’t leave his, and he couldn’t look away if he tried. He could feel the warmth of you, smell the faint scent of your shampoo mixed with the lake air. He should’ve moved. He should’ve stepped back, given you space.

But he didn’t.

“Is this why you wanted to teach me how to fish? So you could feel me up?”

Rafe’s face flushed red, heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.

“N-no,” he stammered, but it sounded lame even to him. He stepped back, giving you space like he was supposed to, scratching the back of his neck, trying to play it off like he wasn’t burning up inside. “I was just… y’know, teaching’ you how to cast. Not my fault if you can’t get it right on your own.”

You laughed, that soft, carefree sound that always messed him up, like you didn’t know you were punching way out of his league. You turned back to face the water, flicking the rod out again, and this time, it went far—farther than you expected, your excitement obvious as you glanced back at him.

“Look at that!” you said, grinning like you’d just won something. “I’m getting better.”

He laughed, “Told ya you could do it.”

He shouldn’t be there, shouldn’t be that close to you, shouldn’t want you the way he did. But there you were, fishing with him like it was normal. He sat back down beside you on the dock, pulling his cap lower over his eyes, trying to cool down and act like his heart wasn’t still racing. 

Rafe was feeling like his stomach was doing flips, and not the good kind. He wasn’t the type to get all worked up over stuff like this, but here he was, his hands sweaty, his heart racing like he just ran five miles.

You were sitting across from him now, looking all laid back and pretty, messing with that dumb bracelet he’d seen you wear a hundred times before, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what he was about to ask you.

You two had been sort of together, what, two months now? He didn’t know how to explain it, but every time he saw you, it was like a part of him just... calmed down. Like all the chaos in his head got a little quieter when you were around. And that scared the hell out of him.

He wasn’t the kinda guy to catch feelings. Hell, he’d spent most of his life trying to not feel stuff. It was easier that way. Safer. But there he was, that night, two months ago, sitting’ next to you on that fancy couch in your parents' house, kissing the living hell out of you. He couldn’t get you out of his system even if he tried.

And then he kissed you again, every day for that matter, for the next couple of months. Because, how could he not? You were perfect. His absolute dream girl. 

He shouldn’t want this so bad. Shouldn’t be sitting there trying to memorize the way you looked in that moment. And yet, here he was, listing off your favorite things in his head like it was his new obsession.

He thought about the way you’d light up when you’d talk about books. Not just any books, though. You had this thing for old, worn-out paperbacks, the ones that looked like they’d been through it. You said they felt like they had history, like every dog-eared page told its own story.

Then there were your playlists. He still couldn’t figure them out. You’d go from old-school classics like Fleetwood Mac or The Rolling Stones, then switch it up with some indie band no one had ever heard of. But it all fit you somehow—just a little bit all over the place, in the best way possible.

And sunsets. God, you could never resist a good sunset. Every time the sky turned even a hint of pink or gold, you were there, snapping pictures on your phone like it was your personal little piece of magic.

Rafe couldn’t explain it, but every time you were around, everything just felt easier. Like the mess in his head quieted down. And that scared him because it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Not for him.

It was like his brain had its own playlist, except instead of music, it was a loop of all the things you liked. It kinda freaked him out, how much space you were taking up in there. You didn’t even know, did you? How you had him twisted up like this. How you made the world around him feel like it wasn’t gonna fall apart any second. He wasn’t used to that.

He watched you flick the rod out again, more confident this time, and he couldn’t help but admire how determined you were. That’s another thing he loved—how you never gave up on stuff. You’d try something a hundred times until you got it right. Like the way you insisted on learning how to skate last month, even though you kept falling. You’d get back up every time, laughing like it didn’t even faze you. He liked that about you—how nothing seemed to scare you.

And then there was your laugh. That one killed him every time. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the way your whole face lit up when you laughed, like the world didn’t have a single problem. Like, for those few seconds, nothing could touch you.

He realized he’d been staring at you for way too long when you looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” you asked, the corner of your mouth twitching into a little smirk.

Rafe blinked, shaking his head like he could shake the thoughts loose. “Nothin’”, he mumbled, feeling his face heat up again. 

Smooth, real smooth, he thought.

And then there was the way you loved the water.

Always dragging him down to the lake or the beach, talking about how the sound of waves crashing made everything else seem far away.

He never told you this, but he thought it was funny how you loved the water so much but were terrified of deep water.

You’d cling to him when you were in over your head, and yeah, he liked that way more than he probably should’ve.

He kept running through all the little things, trying to figure out when it happened—when he started catching feelings for you. When you shoved the food in his face? Offered him a warm shower and a bed? Was it when you forced him to watch that old movie, the one where you kept quoting all the lines before they happened? 

“Stop ogling me.”

Rafe's heart did that weird thing again, that stuttering, fluttering mess in his chest as you grinned at him, tossing that line out like you weren’t absolutely wrecking him from the inside.

He tried to act like he hadn’t been caught staring.

Again.

"Wasn't ogling," he muttered, feeling his face heat up. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking out over the water like he wasn’t completely whipped. "Just thinkin’."

You shot him a side-eye, clearly not buying it. “Yeah? About what?”

You, he thought. Always you. 

“Just... life," he mumbled.

What was he supposed to say? That he’d been sitting here mentally cataloging all your favorite things like some lovesick idiot? That every time you smiled at him, it felt like the ground wasn’t so shaky anymore? He couldn’t just say that.

But he was starting to feel like he had to. Like it was gonna burst out of him if he didn’t tell you soon. You’d been messing with his head for months now—it was driving him insane.

"Y’know," he started, swallowing hard, not even sure how to say it, "I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what’s that?"

He scratched the back of his neck, feeling way too hot under that cool evening air. His voice came out rougher than he meant. "You. Us."

You froze for a second, that playful smile slipping just a little, but you didn’t say anything. You just waited. Always so patient just for him.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, rubbing the back of his neck like it could distract him from the fact that his heart was about to pound out of his chest.

"I—I like you, okay? I like you a lot." He looked down at his boots, then back at you, eyes searching your face for any sign of what you were thinking. "I know I’m not the best with... y’know, words and feelings and all that, but you—you’re different."

He stepped closer, the dock creaking under his boots, and he reached out, gently taking your hand. "You make all the noise in my head stop. I don’t know how to explain it, but when I’m with you... it’s just easier. Everything’s easier."

You blinked, your eyes wide, like you weren’t expecting that.

"M’ not good at this stuff," Rafe continued, his voice soft now, almost nervous. "But I wanna be better. For you. I wanna be the guy who makes you feel good, who makes you happy."

He hesitated, feeling like he was about to jump off a cliff. But he had to ask. He had to know.

"Will you—" he cleared his throat, his grip tightening just slightly on your hand. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

He wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable like this, like he was putting his heart out there and hoping you wouldn’t crush it. But for once, he didn’t care. He needed you to know how he felt, even if he was rough around the edges and still figuring it all out.

You looked at him for what felt like forever, and then, slowly, a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. 

You threw yourself at him, jumping into his arms with this burst of energy that caught him completely off guard. He stumbled back a step, barely catching you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you clung to him. Your face was buried in his neck, and that’s when he felt it—the dampness.

Hold on. Were you crying?

“Woah, baby,” he stammered, holding you tighter, but his heart started racing for a whole different reason now. “Did I—did I make you cry? Shit, did I mess this up already? I swear, I didn’t mean to freak you out or nothin’. I just—” He cut himself off, his words coming out fast and panicked. “I fuck up everything, don’t I?”

You pulled back just enough for him to see your face, and there were tears streaming down your cheeks, but you were smiling. Laughing, even, like he was being ridiculous, which only confused him more.

“No, no, oh my god,” you said, wiping at your cheeks, sniffling through your smile. “It’s—it’s happy tears, you dumbass.”

Rafe blinked, his brain not quite catching up with what you said. “Happy tears?” He looked at you like you’d just told him the sky was purple. “You’re cryin’ ‘cause you’re happy?”

You nodded, laughing as you brushed the tears away. “Yes, Rafe. I’m crying ‘cause I’m happy.”

Relief washed over him like a wave, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Oh.” He paused, then broke into this shy, crooked grin. “Okay. Good. ‘Cause for a second, I thought I messed up.”

You laughed again, your arms still around his neck as you leaned in closer.

“You didn’t mess up, not even a little.” Your voice was softer now, and you looked at him like he hung the moon or something. “You made me really, really happy.”

He never thought he’d be the guy to make someone happy, let alone you. He lifted his hand, gently brushing a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears. 

“Didn’t know I had it in me,” he muttered, his voice low, almost shy.

“Well, you do,” you whispered, and before he could overthink it, you leaned in and kissed him—soft and sweet.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he couldn’t help but smile. “I guess I’ll just have to make you cry like this more often, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the way you looked at him, like he was more than just some rough-around-the-edges Pogue. His grin didn’t leave his face as he watched you wipe at the last of your happy tears, still a little stunned that he of all people had managed to make you feel like that. 

You were looking at him, a teasing glint in your eyes, but before you could even start talking again, he pulled you in closer, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Rafe,” you giggled, your voice muffled against his mouth. “Let me—”

“Nope,” he mumbled, cutting you off with another kiss, this one lingering a little longer. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you even closer, and you felt his smile against your lips. “Not done kissin’ you yet.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to speak between the kisses. “Rafe, seriously—”

But he wasn’t having it. He kissed you again, deeper this time, his lips soft but insistent, and you practically melted into him.

“Don’t care,” he muttered, his voice low and raspy against your mouth. “Got a lot of kissin’ to make up for.”

You tried to playfully shove him, but he just grinned and kissed you harder, not giving you a chance to get another word in. Every time you tried to pull back to say something, he’d tilt his head, his lips capturing yours before you could even think.

“You,” you tried again, your voice breathless between the stolen kisses, but he just chuckled, his hand slipping into your hair, tilting your head back slightly so he could kiss you deeper, “Kiss me every day.”

“Uh-uh,” he muttered, his lips trailing down to your jaw, making your head spin. “I don’t care.”

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, your breath hitching as he kissed along your neck.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, but your voice was softer now, less of a protest and more like you were completely caught up in the moment.

He pulled back just an inch, looking down at you with that lazy, crooked grin that made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, but you like me anyway,” he teased, his forehead resting against yours.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at your lips. 

“Maybe,” you said, pretending to play it cool. “But you still won’t let me talk.”

Rafe brushed his thumb along your jaw, his eyes tracing over your face like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

“Sorry, baby,” he drawled, clearly not sorry at all. “But I’m tryin’ to make up for lost time here.”

When he finally pulled back, just enough to look at you again, his eyes were softer, more serious this time. “I mean it though,” he murmured, his voice low. “I’m real glad you’re mine.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling. “I’m glad too, Rafe,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against the back of his neck.

He grinned, leaning down to kiss you again, but this time, you were ready. You pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him before his lips could reach yours. “Ah-ah,” you teased, a smirk on your face. “Not done talking yet.”

Rafe groaned, but the smile never left his face. “Fine, fine,” he muttered, his hands still resting on your waist. “Get your words out. I’ll give you, like, ten seconds.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes again. “You’re such a dumbass,” you said fondly, shaking your head.

“Yeah,” he agreed, leaning down just enough so his lips brushed against yours again, barely a whisper. “But I’m your dumbass now.”

“Hold on,” he nearly whined, pushing his forehead against yours with exaggerated impatience. “Does that mean you’ll accept the phone now? Actually, I was gonna say—since you’re so insistent on this whole ‘no phone’ thing—you should just take it.”

Rafe’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, you want me to take it? For real?”

You crossed your arms, giving him a look that said, "don’t push it." “Yeah, obviously.”

“But—"

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the truth was written all over your face. “Please? It would make me worry less.”

He stood there for a second, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he was still mulling it over, but then he let out a breath, stepping closer to you.

“Fine,” he said, his voice softer this time. “I’ll take it. But only ‘cause you asked so damn sweet.”

Taking the stupid phone meant accepting that you cared, that you wanted him in your life in more ways than just this. And while it scared him, it also made something bloom in his chest, something unfamiliar but good.

He found himself staring at the screen like it was some kind of foreign object.

“Now you have no excuse not to text me back,” you teased, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

His face softened as he glanced at you. “Guess I don’t.”

You gave him a playful shove, and he caught your wrist, pulling you close again before you could get too far. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he rested his chin on the top of your head, breathing you in.

For a moment, the world felt still. Peaceful.

But then, like a cruel twist of fate, he heard a voice—one that made his blood run cold and his heart sink. He turned his head, and there she was. His mom, if he could call her that. Her face was gaunt, lined with the weariness of someone who’d been through too much, but that didn’t make it any easier to see her.

“What the hell?” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He felt the protective instinct flare up, not just for himself but for you, too. He didn’t want her anywhere near you. Not now. Not ever.

She ruined everything she touched.

“I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you,” she said, her voice cracking with a mix of desperation and anger. “I need to talk to you.”

His jaw tightened. “What do you want, mom?”

Her eyes softened for a split second before that familiar hardness came back. “Come back, okay? I didn’t mean to—”

“Come back?” he let out a breathy sarcastic laugh, “You serious?��� Nah, not after you kicked me out, not after all the shit I had to deal with. You got no right to come here and act like you care now.”

Her face twisted in pain, and for a moment, he saw the woman he used to know when he was a kid. But it was quickly gone. “You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you? You think you’ve got it all figured out?”

He didn’t want to scare you off.

“Aww hell,” Rafe muttered, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to keep the anger from takin' over. His hand tightened on your waist, like he needed to feel you there, grounding him. “I’m not doin' this with you. Not here. Not now.”

You stayed quiet, your fingers lightly brushing his arm, feeling the tension building' in him. He glanced at you, and for a second, you could see the rage contained in him, he was trying' to hold it back for your sake.

“Rafe, I didn’t have a choice. You don’t understand what it’s like—”

“I don’t understand?” he barked, his voice rough, like he was barely holding’ it together. “Nah, you don’t get it. You never did.” He took a step back, almost like he needed to put space between himself and her poison. “M’ gonna stand here and let you guilt-trip me. You threw me out like I was trash.”

She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could get another word in. “I got someone now. Someone who gives a damn 'bout me. And I’m not lettin’ you mess that up.”

His mom’s eyes flicked to you, and there was this flash of something’—jealousy, regret, maybe both.

She huffed, her shoulders dropping’. “I didn’t come here to fight with you, Rafe. I just... I need help. I don’t got nobody left.” Her voice cracked, and for a second, it almost sounded real.

But Rafe wasn’t buying it. He was done being manipulated. He was tired of her games, she was sick and she needed help, and if she didn’t want to be helped, there was nothing he could do for her. 

“Yeah, well, I’m fresh outta help,” he said coldly, then turned back to you, his hand reaching for yours, like he was trying' to remind himself that he was better off now.

A familiar figure stepped out from behind her beated up car—her boyfriend, fucking Tony. His gut twisted the second he saw him with same smug look plastered across his face, strutted toward them like he owned the place.

"Well, ain't this a cute little reunion," Tony sneered, his eyes lingering on you for just a second too long. Rafe's grip on your hand tightened painfully, and you felt the muscles in his arm tense like he was ready to snap.

Tony’s attention slid back to him, but not before taking another slow look at you. “You picked yourself up a pretty little thing, huh?” He licked his lips, and Rafe's vision tunneled.

In that instant, everything around him went quiet.

The world could have been on fire, but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart. The red-hot rage that he'd been holding in for so long, the anger he tried to keep locked down, was hanging on the edge. Every part of him screamed to beat the living shit out of him, to make him regret every second he spent breathing the same air as you.

“Watch your goddamn mouth,” Rafe growled through gritted teeth, like he was seconds away from losing control. “Look at her like that again, and I swear to fucking God, I’ll make sure you can’t look at anything ever again.”

You squeezed his hand, letting him know you were there, that he didn’t have to do this alone. His mom stood there, not standing up for either of them as usual, like she was waiting for him to change his mind, but when he didn’t, she shook her head and walked away, mumbling’ something' under her breath. She didn’t even put up a fight for him, how typical.

They’d probably run out of money to feed off. 

Tony raised his hands, feigning innocence, but the smirk never left his face. “Easy there, kid. I’m just sayin’. No need to get all riled up.”

Rafe took a step forward, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. You could feel his emotions radiating off him in waves, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he fought to keep himself in check. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath your fingers.

"Rafe, let it go," you whispered, trying to pull him back before things went too far. But it was like he couldn’t hear you anymore.

Tony chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way he was getting under his skin. “Guess the apple don’t fall too far from the tree, huh? Just like your momma—quick to anger, quick to screw things up. Look at you, following in her footsteps.”

“You have five seconds to walk away before I call the police,” You all but announced.

“You think you’re some big man now, huh?” Tony still taunted, ignoring you, his voice dripping with condescension. “Got a pretty girl on your arm, a fresh start, but you’re still the same angry little boy. You ain't gonna change—”

You didn’t even let him finish. Your hand was already in your pocket, pulling out your phone.

You weren’t going to let this escalate.

"Enough," you snapped firmly, holding up your phone so both Tony and Rafe could see it. You turned your back slightly to Rafe, giving him a moment to breathe and calm down as you dialed the number.

Tony’s cocky smirk dropped for a split second when he realized what you were doing. “Oh, what, calling for backup?” he sneered, but you could tell he wasn’t as confident as he had been.

“No, I’m calling the police. My dad’s a well-known attorney. He knows exactly how to deal with people like you.”

Rafe hadn't even realized what you were doing at first.

You didn’t take your eyes off Tony as you raised the phone to your ear. “Hi, yes, I’d like to report an incident,” you began, your tone professional, all business. “There’s a man harassing us, and he’s trespassing on private property. We’re at the docks, near the edge of Seabrook Avenue.”

Tony’s face turned a shade paler, his eyes darting between you and Rafe. “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute—let’s not do anything rash here,” he stammered, clearly realizing that the game had changed. The cocky attitude evaporated in the face of actual consequences, “I’ll leave.”

“Then start walking,” You threatened, phone still in your ear.

“All right, all right,” Tony muttered, “No need to get the cops involved. I’m leavin’.”

He cast one last glare at Rafe, then turned on his heel, stalking back toward the car.

You kept the phone to your ear, your voice low and professional as you continued speaking to the operator, making sure Tony didn’t have any second thoughts. His mom gave Rafe one last, but still said nothing. She followed Tony back to the car, and within moments, they were driving off, disappearing down the road.

As soon as they were out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You hung up the phone, turning back to Rafe, who was still standing there, staring at the empty spot where the car had been. His shoulders were tense, his jaw tight, but there was this brokenness in his eyes that made you want to bawl your eyes out.

You stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

 “Hey,” you whispered, your voice soft now, “They’re gone.”

Rafe let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair, like he was trying' to shake off the whole encounter.

“Sorry 'bout that,” he muttered, his voice a little hoarse. “I didn’t mean for all that to happen. Not in front of you.”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to apologize. I’m here for you, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms again, holding' you like you were the only good thing in his world. “Thanks for not running,” he muttered into your hair, “Most people would’ve bailed by now.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. “I’m not most people, Rafe.”

“Clearly. You’re better.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, and even with all the crap that had just gone down, you could see he was startin’ to relax a little. “You’re stuck with me now,” you teased lightly, tryin' to lift the mood. “No more excuses, remember?”

How did you have him under your spell in such a short amount of time? He felt delirious.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling his heartbeat still thudding hard beneath your fingers.

“Are you really okay?”

For a second, he didn’t answer, just stared down at you, like he was trying’ to figure out how much to let you in. His jaw tightened, and he looked away, running a hand through his hair again, like he was still trying’ to shake off the whole encounter with his mom.

“I-I don’t know,” he muttered finally, his voice low, rough. “I mean… I’m used to her being’ like this, y’know? It isn’t nothing new.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “But it still messes me up every time.”

You reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes, your fingers lingering on his cheek. “You don’t have to act like it’s not a big deal. It’s okay to not be okay.”

His eyes flicked back to yours, and for a moment, the walls he kept up so tight seemed to crack a little. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbin’, like he was trying to push down all the emotions that were building up.

“I just… I hate that she still gets to me,” he admitted quietly, “After everything, I should be able to just… forget about her. But I can’t.”

You tightened your grip on his hand, letting him know you weren’t goin’ anywhere.

“You’re not weak for feelin’ like that,” you said gently. “She’s your mom, Rafe. It’s natural to want her to care, even after all she’s done.”

He closed his eyes for a second, takin' in your words, like he was tryin’ to let them sink in. When he opened them again, they were softer, more vulnerable than you’d ever seen them.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he said, his voice low, almost like he was talking’ more to himself than to you. 

You felt him tense up under your touch, and it hit you—he was scared. He’d already cried once, already let you see that part of him that he usually kept locked up tight. Now, he was trying to pull it together, to show you he was strong, that he wasn’t some broken kid. But deep down, you knew he was still hurting, still carrying’ all that pain his mom dumped on him.

“Because I see you. Not the mess, not the baggage. Just you.”

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes flicking’ away again, like he couldn’t handle looking at you right now. “I don’t want you feeling’ like you gotta fix me or something’. I’m not a charity case.”

“You already know how I feel about you saying that.”

For a second, it looked like he might shut down again, like he was going to retreat behind that hard shell of his. But then, he sighed, shoulders sagging a little as he let some of that defensiveness go.

“I just don’t wanna be that guy,” he muttered, almost to himself. “The one who’s always leanin' on someone, cryin' about his problems. I already did that once, and…”

“And what?” you asked, “You think it made me see you any different?”

 “You didn’t see me like some... weak-ass loser? Bein’ all emotional and shit?”

You shook your head slowly, holding his gaze. “No, Rafe. I saw someone who’s been through hell and still manages to keep going. That doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong.”

He was quiet for a moment, takin’ in your words, his brow furrowing’ like he didn’t quite know what to do with them. Then, finally, he let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing' just a little. “You make it so hard for me to push you away.”

You raised an unimpressed brow, “Would you like to push your girlfriend away? Because I can walk—"

“Kidding,” He protested, pulling you back the moment you attempt to move, “Jesus Christ. Can’t even make a joke. You’re not going anywhere,” he muttered, like a prayer “Not now. Not ever.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his words made you smile against his chest. “Oh yeah?” you teased. “That a promise?”

He chuckled, his hand stroking your back in slow, calming circles. “Damn right it is,” he whispered, his voice low, almost like a vow. “I don’t care what happens, I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with me now.”

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi! If possible is would you write a fanfic about Daryl and reader (preferably fem) live in a cabin with dog in the woods after being together for awhile, when Daryl goes to Alexandria to visit, Carol and Rosita ask questions about her?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: s10/mid whisperers era

― summary: as much as you love domestic life with daryl, you wanted him to go see his family, and he basically gets a pat down when he does.

― warnings: literally nothing besides fluff!!

― wc: 925

⋆ a/n: i have nothing much to say besides this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i apologize that i have taken so long to actually answer this.

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Going back to visit Daryl’s family was your idea. 

“It’s been awhile, you know?” You had said whilst running your fingers through his hair, his head rested on your chest as he listened to your heart beat rhythmically. 

He had grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t really putting any thought to your words. His hands were busy with a sleepy Dog who had been resting as well, the archer running petting the hound sweetly. Daryl hadn’t really wanted to think about it if he was being honest. Of course he missed his family, but he was rather content basking in this extremely domestic moment with you.

When he’d gone to look for Rick, he was alone; but then came Dog… and then you. It was an aggressive first meeting he must admit, the two of you wrestling under the guise that the other meant harm, but after quite the tiring rumble, both of you had gotten acquainted and even became neighbors. After that, the rest of your love story was history.

“I mean it, D.” You pressed, much to Daryl’s tired irritation. He remained silent on the matter, but you knew he was beginning to ponder your words. “Just think about it, okay?” Drawing his face up to place a gentle – convincing – kiss against his lips. “Okay.” He whispered.

Now with his bags packed for a few planned days away, he was chewing on his thumbnail nervously at the thought of leaving you and Dog alone.

“Are ya sure ya’ll’l be alrigh’?” He asked. 

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to look him in the eye, his large hands settling on your plush hips. “We’ll be okay, hun. You know we can take care of ourselves.” He still didn’t look convinced. “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get to see Judith and RJ, Carol, Michonne.” You had only ever really heard stories of the people you had mentioned, but you knew they were important to Daryl, so if you had to use them as a selling point, then so be it. 

You could see a longing look settle over his face at the mention of the names.

“You miss them, so go see them! Don’t stay behind on my account. You know I was just fine living on my own before I had met you, so you’re aware that I can hold my own.” He knew you were right, and with a designated sigh, he relented, his tensed body relaxing. “Yeah, I know. I jus’... I’ll miss ya too.” You laughed at his boyish confession, kissing his lips in delight. 

“I know you will, and I’ll miss you too. I’m sure Dog will as well.” The boy yipped happily, brushing his nose along Daryl’s pant leg. A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and you knew you had won. 

“Ya promise to try and radio me if anythin’ happens?” You nodded. “Yes, D.”

“Ya remember how to work it? Hell, why don’cha jus’ come with me?” You shook your head. “Not right now. I’d rather them have you to themselves before I’m added to the mix.” He knew that you were right and nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Go before I make you.” You said half serious, half joking. “Alrigh’ alrigh’, no need’ta threaten me.” He said with a small smile of his own.

The drive to Alexandria was long but familiar, and as he had approached the gates, he hadn’t expected to be ambushed by Carol and Rosita.

“Daryl!” Carol had cheered at the sight of him, pulling him into a tight hug. It was clear that she was elated by the sight of her best friend’s return. “Hey there stranger.” Rosita had said with a grin before pulling him into a hug of her own.

When they pulled away, Carol had given Daryl a slow once over, making the poor man shift in his place uncomfortably. “Wha’?” Her cheerful smile turned shit eating at her revelation. “You look different.” Carol teases.

“Yeah, he does.” Rosita only serves as an instigator, looking at him through playfully narrowed eyes.

“Is tha’ good or bad?” Daryl inquired unsurely, shifting back and forth on his feet at their piercing gazes. “Last time I visited your camp, I had to cut your hair myself. Now, it seems like it’s been neatly trimmed.” Carol says.“And his clothes have been patched up too.” Rosita added. “So, who is she?” She asked with a drawn out ‘so.’

“Don’t tell me you got a girlfriend out there, tarzan.” Rosita continued playfully.

“Wha’s it to you.” Daryl asked, sucking his teeth with a slight ‘mmcht’ sound.

“Oh nothing, I’m just surprised you decided to settle down, but you know, stranger things have happened.” Says Carol.

“Pfft, whatever.” But the red tips of his ears gave him away.

“So who is she? How’d you meet?” Rosita bombards.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, “The woods I guess.”

“And then we can guess she never left.” 

“Obviously. I mean what’s the love story there?”

“Ain’t no love story. Jus’ met her digging around my camp and offered to share some of my food ‘s all.”

“I guess.” He didn’t want to continue to entertain the women’s ribbing, but they were right. 

When you had first met, you were nothing short of feral, digging through his stuff in hopes of finding something - anything - to arm and feed yourself with. Daryl of course raised his crossbow at you and the rest was history.

But they didn’t need to know that.

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𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑; Part 1

Summary: Having to work with Mexican Special Forces to take down a terrorist group so that they wouldn't bomb a place and make them chicken nuggets, you had to return to where once you lost the two dearest friends you had.... People that could have been more, if your life worked out differently.

A/N: Reader's codename "Night" is entirely made up by me.... And excuse my bad attempt at accents.

A/N: Though I'm mew to this... REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR COD: MW2

¹: Do I sound like I'm a newcomer to you, Colonel?

²: All those informations couldn't have been uploaded to my brain in my mother's womb, no?

Pairings: Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader x Rodolfo Parra( romantic), Task Force 141( platonic) , hints on GhostSoap

"Ouch, Soap! Come on, be a bit gentle man!"

"If ya stopped fo' a second, I wouldn' have to be harsh." You groaned under Soap's teasing eyes and Ghost's irritated yet still soft staring while the plane you three had to take was bringing you to Mexico, somewhere you never thought you would have missed at all. The mission you three took before this was kind of a disaster. The raid in Al-Mazrah and trying to get a hold of Hassan was a hardwork, between the many snipers protecting the building even though there was no one and learning that Hassan already fled out, made all three of you, to put it simply, mad.

Like mad,mad.

Sure, Soap tried to mask it with his god-awful jokes while Ghost just stared at the ground with his usual and deadly, unreadable Ghost-stare, as you called it... You were only able to sit straight thanks to Soap for his help with bandaging your wound on your side and give him a bright smile- one that the team would make fun of since the brightness of it was the polar opposite of your nickname.

All bright and shining smile, on the Night's face...

Hissing through the slight pain that went through your spine in little electroshocks, you got up and sat down next to Simon, slightly leaning back with your legs kicking the air aimlessly. You didn't have to talk, and neither of you liked it when one spoke only to crush a comforting silence, you just laid your hand on his thigh with a reassuring smile. You knew the tendency he had, blaming himself for one single failure when he won against many people.  

But the battles he was apparently fighting inside was far harsher and tougher to him.

Ghost really lived up to his name, he was like a ghost. No face, no backstory... And if you weren't the one of the few that was lucky to gain his trust, you wouldn't know his real name or that slight show of half of his face whenever he would smoke around you.

Why do you never let us call you Simon, you once asked him while you were eating your sandwich while he was smoking next to you outside. A peaceful night it had been, apart from Price nagging you to eat healthy when the lungs of that man was like a coal. The man you think I am, Simon, is long dead. Here, I'm only Ghost, he gruffly replied to your question after finishing and pulled his hood up while his feet kicked the pebbles, not looking up at your innocent-eating visage that stopped mid-action and a sad pout settled in. You didn't say much after that, sensing that it was something very sensitive for him...

And though, he still didn't fully trust you with his story... It was okay as long as he was comfortable around you.

"Get your shit together, bestie! We're landing soon enough!"

"I'm not your bestie, Night- what the hell does that even-"

"Oh, shit! Look at this, Soap! We're in Mexico already!" Soap grinned at your enthusiasm while Ghost groaned, a smile staying hidden beneath his balaclava. The Scottish man let out an amused how you seemed happy and excited even after a tough mission and a rough wound, looking down at the green scenery like a kid having her first vacation, but looked out the window anyways, kinda getting where it was coming from.

But the next words that left your mouth made even Ghost look up at you curiously.

"Damn, It's been a long time since I've been back here! Feels like nostalgy..."

"Wait, you... you're from here?"

"Uhh, kinda? After my parents died, my uncle who used to live close to here, Las Almas, took me in and raised me until I was 14 or something..." your voice got relatively silent in the end and a sad frown rested on your face, a sight that neither of the men had ever seen.

It was obvious that the rest of that story, your story, was gonna get darker from here. It was always like that for everyone in the military, no one really had a good, white-fenced family life...

One way or another, all of the troubled ones got sweeped in the military work.

"What happened then? How did you end up in the USA?" Soap asked the only question that was ringing in both of their heads, thinking-and hoping- that what they thought wasn't the case.

And knowing this, and seeing it on their hopefull gazes, you turned to look out the window one last time before the plane landed, and a harder look settled in. "He died in front of my eyes, Laswell was there for an operation and tried to stop the one who killed him... Apparently she failed, and as a repentance I believe, she took me in."

"So you haven't been here ever since than?" Soap asked curiously when you sat down to buckle up while the plane started to lower down. Your brows knitted, mind racing to find a memory if you had been there but when nothing came, you shook your head as no. "Nope, that's the first time... Oh, the amount of irritating Spanish jokes I'm going to make to irritate those guys, hehehe..."

Ghost only sighed at your evil cackle, rolling his eyes when Soap's eye beamed at the idea. And you smiled even wider when his eyes met yours with the same amount of mischief but soon dropped when he eyed you sadly. "I woulda wanted to join, but I don' know Spanish, lass..."

You grunted angrily, shuffling on your seat that was more like a cat kneading a soft blanket which made him chuckle and ruffle your hair. "Don't worry, Soap! Spanish isn't that hard that I'm sure you will learn a few words when we leave here-AND STOP MESSING MY HAIR! JUST BECAUSE I'M IN MILITARY DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T CARE MY LUXUR....."

Ghost would never admit, rather die, but he only tolerated yours because you were the only one who was brave enough to bitch out the General while being completely unfazed and playing a game on your phone.

Alejandro, to say it simply, didn't expect to see a woman in the team that was coming to Mexico. Laswell didn't say anything and just said cheekily I'm sending you someone just like you, Colonel...

But seeing an angry woman, who was dwarfed in the middle of two huge men and represented more of a chihuahua, was definetly a good change.

And up until the plane landed, and even when the doors opened, you didn't stop complaining and yelling at Soap-who was busy not to cackle at every angry face gesture you did- while Ghost was walking ahead, fed up by you two's stupidity.

And it was amusing to watch you hit bulky man who was able to throw you over his shoulder.

"Sergeant Mactavish, Colonel Night!" A booming voice made you both stop playing with each other and look ahead to see the serious-looking man greeting you with a handshake, both of you nodding in gratitude at his respect to you not using your real name. It was no use, after all, with giving your name away so carelessly.

One of the rate things you and Ghost agreed on.

Alejandro shook Ghost's hand as well, the colossal Titan-like man nudging you to move with the tip of his gun harshly after Soap being a little bitch, as he called it.

While the said-man was busy with fucking up with Ghost.

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be-"  you bit down your lip hard at what Soap was about to say, a snort still leaving you when Ghost yelled at him to stop since he knew you both were about to ridicule him for letting you two tease him.

What was the bad that would come with telling every single person you met that the killer-machine of a colossal Ghost liked to be called babygirl, after one of your babygirlfying sessions?

The three men already started to speak to themselves about Hassan and Shepherd, and though you knew it was selfish... You just wished you came here for a vacation and not a mission, the sound of the General's name being enough to make you even more mad then before.

And remembering the last convo you had with your adoptive mother, Laswell, only fueled that anger.

"Mom, I'm telling you that there is something wrong with the way the General acts!"

"What could possibly be wrong with him, Y/N! He is the General-"

"That's the point! He only asks about where the missiles are, and I bet my 1000 dollars that it's because he wants to have a power in his hands and not to save humans!"

That man is bad news, and if I can get more info maybe before he kills me, I can-

You knew that Laswell was heavily loyal to him, and she never questioned him or his morals but though she never saw it, you saw how an evil smile would come to him at the mere mention of killing or sacrificing men, soldiers who had families, hopes, dreams...

And you knew, that he knew what you had been doing from his back by collecting evidence and that he was already planning to kill you.

"Hey, lass... You good?" Soap called to you when he realized that you no longer walked with them and you shook your head immediately, jogging up to them before getting in the car after Soap.

"Yeah, no worries. I'm sorry for dozing, just thinking of how I'll get my hands on someone after we're done and have a fun night out- Oh, hey!" You grunted noncholantly, while Alejandro raised a brow at you curiously and Ghost pushed you into the car forcefully but you still had a beaming smile to the man sitting in the driver seat, offering a hand while the said-man was watching you three curiously, accepting the kindness nonetheless.

"Hey, not a good first impression on our teammates, Ghost!"

"Do I look like I give a damn? Get in!"

"Okay, Jesus fine. Stop being an ass..." you grunted in pain while plopping down on the seat, being squished by the two bulky men who opened their legs a bit wider than usual to fit in and though you normally wouldn't give a damn...

Right now you couldn't breathe.

And it definetly wasn't because of the most gorgeous two men you ever saw-

"Look, guys, as much as I love you, move your legs away from my tiny self 'kay? I know I don't have balls between my legs but be a gentleman and shoo your legs away!"

Rodolfo widened his eyes at what you said, watching the two men grunt and apologize while doing so and looked over to his boyfriend to see if he was the only one being shocked when he caught Alejandro's sigh, him muttering she's like that before cleaning his throat to introduce him.

"This is my second in command Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra." Alejandro introduced his boyfriend with a proud smile, the man at the recieving end smiling bashfully at him before giving a nod over to your trio, which you also did the same and squeezed your eyes questioningly at him.

After hearing his name, you turned your questioning eyes to the man, suddenly feeling like you knew them. The shape of his nose, the way he smiled and touched his face when he first met you...

"Is something wrong, Colonel?" Rodolfo questioned hesitantly, the doubting face you did setting his nerves up to the roof while Alejandro looked back and stared at you back, protective eyes raking through your face until you gave a huge smile and shook your head, hands waving dismissively.

He couldn't be your best friend from years ago... that would be shit kinda insane, right?

"No, no... You just remind me of someone, I don't know who though. Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable." You leaned back on the seat with an unreadable gaze, lips thight and a kind of approving face yet smiled at him.

"That's not a problem, thank you." he nodded at you kindly, and turned back to the road ahead.

While both him and Alejandro thought why their hearts beated erratically at the sight of you smiling.

"They're not angry, Soap..."

"But they are yelling! They must be angry-" you sighed at his persistence as if he was the one who once lived here, and if the look on Alejandro's face said anything, it would be the same as yours.

"Look, It's a Mexican thing! Their blood runs hotter and wilder than the rest of the human population which makes their vocal cords stronger. Trust me, no one is actually angry here." You explained bored, your head on Soap's shoulder while you played with his hands idly, him turning his palm up for you to have better access. Alejandro slightly turned to look back at you, somehow with jealous and irritated eyes- thinking that it was because you two were being intimate while on mission, when you two weren't together at all, unknown to them-while Rodolfo's eyes found your face in the rear mirror with a confused look.

At both your knowledge, and the closeness you had with the Scottish man.

"For a newcomer, you know our people a lot-" Soap's eyes shone when you lifted your head with a teasing smile and side eyed him, the moment you had been waiting for was finally here and it was your time to shine...

Damn, I wish my phone was on my hand...

" ¿Le parezco un recién llegado, coronel?"¹ you smirked cheekily at their astonished face, almost laughing out loud when Rodolfo lost the control of the vehicle which resulted with Ghost yelling loudly while the poor man apologized before his eyes found yours. "You speak Spanish?!"

" Toda esta información no pudo cargarse en mi cerebro en el vientre de mi madre, ¿no?" ² Rodolfo chuckled, trully seeing what Laswell meant when she said that one of the members would be much like Alejandro, a genuine smile creeping on his lips while Alejandro let out a loud laugh and smile.

Smiles that died down quickly when they realized that their eyes lingered on you longer and longer.

He and Rodolfo, ever since he lost the third piece of themselves, never smiled that much. Life was never easy to them ever since, between protecting Las Almas and its people, taking care of each other and healing their wounds that would never trully heal, they never had the chance to be themselves and have fun.

Not when they lost the girl they both fell hard for, their third piece Y/N Y/L/N...

The only person they saw them fighting shoulder to shoulder with...

Even swore on their blood...

Only for it to be broken with you, someone they tought that would never abondon them, disappearing without a trace.

Both Alejandro and Rodolfo's hand touched their chest, where they had their rings was hidden beneath, to have some comfort and feel you even if you weren't here anymore. Alejandro and Rodolfo, when they bought the promise rings, also brought one for the person who took their hearts with herself and probably died, thinking that you would have loved the idea. And occasionally, they would exchange it between each other when the other needed to feel it.

To feel you.

This time it was around Rodolfo's neck and he momentarily squeezed it, battling the tears to go away. This, the want to cry and the feeling of something clawing inside his chest, never happened in the almost 20 years that he had been dealing with his loss...

And he didn't like the reminder of what should have been.

Meanwhile, you and Soap was busy with gossiping between each other while giggling at the chaos that happened a few minutes ago so intensely that you didn't realize the looks Ghost was giving you. "You wanna bet if they're engaged?"

"Nah, lass, I'm one hundred per cent sure that they're married."

"Can you two not shut up and talk about the mission once?" Ghost butted in on your gossip harshly when you both looked at him offended.

"No?" You both whisper yelled at Ghost and he grunted, turning to look out the window while you patted Soap's arm with a bright idea. "How about I ask?"

"Are ya crazy? We just met these people, where do ya get the courage-"

"Live, laugh, don't give a fuck, Soap! That easy, and I'm betting my 100 bucks." You all-knowingly said, already seeing the wide smile and beam on Soap's face.

"100? Damn I'm in!" You gave a childish smile and scooted closer to the two men sitting in front, at this point you could have just squeezed yourself in between the empty space in the middle because of the intense pull you had. Alejandro stressed you a bit though, even when you are the mostly unfazed one. So, you turned to Rodolfo while the man gave you a curious yet amused side look.

"Do you have a question?" You smiled at his soft voice, already feeling a little bit more eased, and looked at him with the softest eyes Soap and Ghost had ever seen on you.

"Yes, actually... I was wondering, when you said you both grew here... How long has it been?"

"Close to 35, I guess..." he gave a thoughtful hum, voice lost in nostalgia when his hand slithered up his vest again which caught your attention but soon was broken when he met your eyes from the rear mirror. "Why do you ask?"

"Ah, I just grew up somewhere close to here. I was curious whether we met or not since here is a small place. Especially after your face reminding me of... someone from my past."

You frowned sadly, a blank stare setting on your features. One that Rodolfo decided that didn't suit your bubbly self. "I'm sorry, for causing pain to you. But if I met you, we would have remembered... Right Alejandro?"

The man only gave a grunt, and watched you talk sweetly with his boyfriend with a heavy heart. He wasn't jealous, and that was what shocked him. Normally, as someone who had trust issues who was in a relationship, he expected to be jealous of you and how close you were getting with both him and Rudy. When many women and men tried their chances with either of them, or both of them, they both declined them harshly. They would never taint the memory of you, your touch on their faces and bodies...

Only Alejandro was the one to break that by getting with Valeria, a name they despised after years. A name that Alejandro would never forgive himself for giving himself over when he wanted it to be with Y/N and Rudy.

And it was because of his stupidity that he almost lost the last person he had.

And though he felt like he tainted your memory again, with how he was being with the woman in the car... He felt like curling up and crying like he did many times when he remembered.

But he also couldn't deny the way you fitted... so well with them.

You smiled to him, unaware of his inner turmoil, mindful of putting some distance between yourself and Rudy- taking the frown on Alejandro's face as jealousy, before dropping the bomb. "Then, I'm just gonna ask it away: Are you two engaged?"

Both of their faces fell in shock, both of them yelling over the other to prove that they weren't indeed together. They had been so careful until now, with never showing anyone their biggest weakness and especially the trio that just came-

Really, how did you know this before anyone?

"Where did you get the idea from, colonel?"

"Ah there we go with her deductions..." sighed Ghost irritatedly while Soap was busy crying internally at the amount he lost to you.

Even when Price clearly warned him to never challenge you.

You smiled giddily and cracked your knuckles and neck with excpectation before diving in to your Sherlock Holmes obsession, which was learning the ways of the Art of Deduction. "There is a whiter place on both of your left hands, meaning that you used to wear a ring and by the size of it, I'm assuming it to be either wedding rings or engagement rings. But you two are still looking at each other as if you want to eat the other so it's definetly not wedding and... The bedroom eyes here is intense, man."

"We-We don't do that, Colonel-" Rudy stuttered in embarrassment, the sight would have made you coo teasingly but since they were in a relationship- which was a disappointment on your end, kinda- you smiled and shook your head.

"Yes, you do. That's okay, really. I deal with the two men behind me doing it x10 worse..." your voice died down before Ghost would have hit your back when the car stopped near two corpses, bloody and covered with some insults and threats on the cover. Alejandro turned to look, since he didn't see what it was with his whole body turned to you to look at your face more closely and a sad look found his eyes at the young people laying in those covers. The sight disturbed you, and even if you couldn't admit it...

The frown of Alejandro hurted you more.

"You might want to sit back, Night. This sight-"

"I've seen worse, Colonel, trust me... But what's written on them? What are those?" Your voice hardened, the cold tone Soap and Ghost had seen you use when torturing someone came, and they watched just as sadly.

Not as obviously as you, since they mostly knew how to conceal their emotions.

And since they didn't have a personal grudge like you.

"Narcomantas..."

"Cartel clothes..." translated Rodolfo for the two behind you, his eyes trained on you and how you scrunched your nose at the scene before you sadly, the empathy you had for them even after being gone from here for such a long time, his heart softened at the sight and his hand twitched to touch your forehead to erase that frown when the thoughts shook him to his core and he cleared his throat, letting Alejandro continue with a hard, determined look while turning to look at the road.

"Messages from El Sin Nombre. Warnings marking territory. Our streets are laced with death... El Sin Nombre, The Nameless, is the leader of the Las Almas Cartel. No one can find him, but he is everywhere... But Los Vaqueros like challenges." He explained throughly what had been plaguing this town while you plopped down next to Ghost, completely loosing your mood at what had been going on in the place you grew up.

How much these people suffered.

"With your mask, you will fit in well here Ghost..." you knew Rodolfo meant it in a good way, no vicious comments, especially after that scene you left behind, but you also knew how this mask was a sensitive topic for Ghost. So, both you and Soap snapped your heads up and made gestures for him to stop since neither of you wanted Simon to explode and Alejandro, catching on its sensitive side, shushed Rodolfo who gave a sheepish smile to both of you.

And seeing the tension rise again, you gave a kind smile to him before nudging Soap who looked at you curiously. You smirked teasingly, head pointing to Alejandro and Rodolfo with a shit-eating grin. "Take notes on that, will ya?"

"Oh God, woman... You're the worst."

"Damn right, I am. You gotta ask how they did it before we leave and I want my 100."

He groaned and looked out the window when they took a turn to reach where Hassan was hiding while both Mexicans looked at you with smiles.

Both sides unaware of the chaos that would happen in the next hours...

Who would have known that mission would reveal secrets you had been keeping to yourself?

But at what cost?

And who would have known that Rudy and Alejandro would have what they once lost?

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 30

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sexual themes

Just Desserts

"I'm invited, right?" Of note, Kid was not working on fixing the wall. He was fiddling with something small and metallic, trying to shape it. 

Killer was sitting on Kid's workbench, lost in thought. "Huh? No!" 

That seemed to surprise Kid. "What do ya mean 'no'?!"

"You'll do something to piss her off and then she'll leave." Killer crossed his arms. 

"But I like spaghetti." 

"I'll save you some!" 

Kid shrugged. "Fine." 

Killer narrowed his eyes under his mask. He knew Kid and he knew Kid had no intention of leaving them alone. "Kid..." Killer's tone was a warning.

"I said fine!" Kid scowled. "But you better invite me to whatever happens after." Kid looked at Killer with a quirked eyebrow and a grin.

"That's not..." Killer gave up. "Yeah, sure." He rolled his eyes. He didn't even expect that you would agree, let alone want to join him afterwards for anything. Killer mainly wanted to do something nice for you since you had shielded his face from the crew. That wasn't something that he took lightly. He had broken your nose after all. It would have easily been fair not to do anything. His cheeks got warm thinking about how flustered you had been. Even if it was more for yourself than for him, your concern was cute. Killer could tell you were trying your best to earn your place. He needed to distract his thoughts before he started to get nervous. "What are you working on?"

"None of yer business." Kid moved his hand to cover the thing he was making. 

Maybe it was Killer's imagination, but he thought Kid's face flushed. Killer was surprised Kid didn't want to tell him what it was. Sometimes Kid did that. Especially if he wanted to make sure it worked first. Kid did not take constructive criticism well.

"She kinda had yer ass, huh?" Kid smirked. Kid thought it was kinda hot when you were choking Killer out. He wished it was with your thighs though. And that it was him. 

It was Killer's turn to scoff. "I would have won if my helmet didn't come off."

"I don't know..." Kid teased. "Ya seemed to struggle there."

Killer shook his head. "You fight her then."

Kid waved his hand in dismissal. "I already have. Piece of cake."

"That was when she was still half-starved." Killer pointed out. "She's stronger now, probably not even at her peak."

Kid considered this. "Yeah I guess her ass has gotten fatter." Actually, you had filled back out quite nicely thanks to Killer's cooking. You were a far cry from the girl on the island, scrawny, and all lean-muscle. You were still muscular, though putting weight on in all the right places. 

Killer sighed. "Not what I meant." Killer was a man. He was not immune to noticing these things. "But... I do agree." And though your boobs were pressed into his face, he had noticed your stomach more than anything. Your crop top left the skin of your mid-section bare. His hand had brushed against it, feeling how warm and soft it was. He wanted to know what it felt like to lay on it, bury his face in it, have it in his grip. It made him proud that your body reflected how much you enjoyed his cooking. He wondered if you would let him feed you a few bites. He had to stop thinking about it before he gave himself heart palpitations.

Kid noticed the angle of the light coming through the window, hues of deep orange. "Shouldn't ya get started in the galley soon?" 

Killer saw how low the sun hung in the sky, jumping up from his seated position on Kid's workbench. "Shit!" He stumbled over his feet and hopped on one foot to keep from tripping before he ran out the door. 

The captain shook his head. "All that fuss fer one bitch." He looked down at the small, silver, crescent shaped object on the table, spinning it around with his finger, elbow resting on the table with his head in his other hand. He flicked it across the room and drummed his fingers on the wood. With a frustrated growl, he stomped across the room and picked it back up, shoving it into his pocket. I'm no better. 

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You decided to take a short nap before dinner, sprawling yourself over Minerva's back. The warmth from her back and her rhythmic, soft snoring put you to sleep in seconds. It was a blink to you. That hadn't felt like a nap at all, but it was dim outside so some time had, in fact, passed. You would have slept until the next morning save for the smell of food beckoning you to the mess hall. Not even bothering to get off Mini, you rode her down for dinner. At this point, no one batted an eye. There was a glaring problem. There was an egregious absence of spaghetti on the plates that you could see. You dismounted and walked to the galley, leaving Mini to perform her evening rounds, where she circled the tables with her mouth open until someone tossed something in, or sniffed the ground for dropped morsels.

Flinging open the galley doors, you started to complain, "WHERE'S THE SPAG-....hetti.... Oh." There was spaghetti. On two plates. Across from each other. With a candle in the middle. You didn't move, still processing what was in front of you. Your heartbeat started to race. Oh fuck. You replayed the conversation in your head. He had been asking you to dinner, not asking you to choose dinner for the crew. Asking me to dinner! 

"Is something wrong?" Killer's hands suddenly got sweaty. He saw the blank look on your face and panicked internally. 

"I... No." You blinked. Killer was fiddling with his apron balled up in his hands. "No. This looks great." You tried to convince him with a smile. You were kicking yourself for not realizing. You didn't even change clothes! You probably smelled like boar! Killer was going to regret this. You reached for a stool, which Killer quickly pulled out for you. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to." Killer sounded happy, his hands were still sweaty, but he was nervous in a more excited way now. He joined you in sitting at the opposite end of the table. It was the prep table dressed up with a tablecloth and a candle. A candle that he had to bribe Heat to let him borrow. 

You were frozen, only moving when you saw that Killer was waiting for you to take a bite first. After the first bite, it was hard to stop. It was delicious. You were eating it by the forkful, hardly stopping to chew. Killer was watching you intently. "S-sorry." You dabbed your mouth with a napkin. "That wasn't... ladylike." You forgot this was a date and you were supposed to behave a certain way.

Killer laughed. "Who cares? I'm glad that you like it enough to wear it." 

You relaxed, then realized what he had said and looked down. "Ah fuck." There was some sauce on your shirt. You squinted. "What the...?" There was a purplish smudge. 

Killer cleared his throat. "I think it's um... my lipstick, from earlier. Sorry." 

You really wished you had changed. Lipstick? Kid wore it but you wouldn't have guessed Killer did, since the helmet would block it. Your eyes shifted to Killer, who still had his helmet on. He was moving his fork around, not actually eating. It was because his helmet was in the way, though you couldn't help but feel a squeeze in your stomach, thinking maybe that it was you. "Do you want me to turn around? Or close the eye that works?" You laughed apprehensively.

The truth was that Killer was working up the courage to take his helmet off. He wanted to. He knew you had already seen his face. It was a mental hurdle that he was trying his best to get past. "No." His heart was pounding out of his chest and his blood rushed in his ears, but the soft, encouraging look you gave him had his hands reaching for the clasp on his helmet. He wasn't worried about anyone coming in. He gave Wire strict orders that no one, not even Kid, was allowed to come in. 

It felt wrong to watch, averting your gaze to the plate in front of you to give him time. When you heard the soft thud of his helmet on the wooden table, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. They were every bit of icy, piercing blue as you remembered them. His bangs fell over them until he pushed them back with his hand. The smile on his face lacked any confidence, endearing all the same. "I've never seen you with lipstick on before. I think the purple looks nice." Though that part was new, it was the same handsome face that had washed up on the beach. Your compliment made his smile stretch a little wider.

Neither of you knew what to say, so you ate in silence. It wasn't awkward at all. It was actually more awkward when you had been talking. This felt relaxed, a bit of peace away from the daily chaos and incredibly loud captain. The candlelight flickered, casting faint shadows on the walls. 

You rolled a meatball around with your fork. "Can I make a confession?" Killer nodded, puzzled. "I didn't realize you were asking me to dinner. I thought you were just letting me pick." You shyly admitted. 

Now your initial response made sense to Killer. He tensed, wondering if you wouldn't have agreed otherwise or if he made you feel uncomfortable. He was about to apologize, but you sensed his unease.

"This is nice though." You spun up another forkful of pasta. "I've... never been asked to dinner before." With a snort, you said, "I know that's probably an earth-shattering revelation." You were being sarcastic. Of course you were pretty... pretty abrasive, forward, cocky, and downright mean. People weren't scrambling to sweep you off your feet for more than a night.

The surprise in his expression was evident. "What do you mean? Never?" You nodded with another snort of laughter. "But you're-"

"Save it." You rolled your eyes. "I know what I am." It wasn't meant to be snappy, your tone was gentle, genuine. You rested your chin in your hand and smiled. You were happy with yourself. You didn't need Killer to list off things he liked about you. Obviously he liked something enough to make you spaghetti.

Killer laughed and held up his hands. "Ok ok. I'll save the flattery for Kid." 

On the other side of the doors, Kid's voice carried, "Better save some spaghetti for Kid!" It sounded like he was waiting far enough away that he wasn't technically interrupting you, but close enough to be in earshot if Killer's voice was loud.

"Fuck off, Kid. I did!" Killer yelled in the direction of the voice. He would have to be more mindful of his volume. The captain seemed pleased with that since he stopped yelling. While the two of you were in the galley, the only beings remaining in the mess were Kid and Mini, awkwardly sitting in silence with each other, waiting for their respective partners. Killer shook his head, getting back to his dinner.

The two of you continued to eat, sharing small parts of each other, neither of you willing to get too deep into anything. Killer gave you some feedback about your fighting, good and bad, lest it be mistaken for flattery. There was a good chance Wire would be grumpy for the next few days. He also said that Kid had been impressed, leaving out his other comments.

The increasingly full feeling in your stomach slowed down your eating. Your gaze moved from twirling your fork to Killer. His golden hair fell around his shoulders, his sharp jawline covered in equally golden scruff at the apex, the way his cupid's bow was a perfect 'v' shape, you were always drawn back to his eyes, ever-changing shades of blue, like the ocean. He was perfect, and here you were disheveled, hair a mess, stained shirt, covered in the day's grime. "Y'know if I had realized this was a date, I would have at least taken a shower and put a clean shirt on."

"Is this a date?" Killer questioned. 

Was that a hopeful tone? All the sudden, your face felt like it was on fire. "Well-," you choked on your pasta. To avoid answering and to figure out what he was thinking, you countered, "Do you want it to be?"

Killer grinned. "I want it to be whatever you want it to be." He knew what you were trying to do.

It was a stalemate. Neither of you wanted to speak anything into existence, for fear of ruining it altogether. 

"FER FUCK SAKE." Kid was leaning in the doorway. "PATHETIC." Kid barged in, looking around for his plate, mocking your conversation. "What do you want? heehee no what do youuuu want?"  Kid tore through the kitchen like a starving hound. "I want my fuckin dinner! I waited long enough and I'm fuckin starving! Just fuckin kiss already!" Kid took the lid off the pot of pasta. "Bingo!"

Killer snatched Kid's wrist faster than you could see. "No. Hands."

"Wouldn't hafta use em if ya had made me a fuckin plate like I asked!"

You watched on as they squabbled. Killer was essentially wrestling Kid away from the pasta. It seemed as though there may have been a history of Kid contaminating the food by eating with his hands, about right for your characterization of him. In the midst of it, Killer had put his mask back on. It was nice to see his face while it lasted. It kind of pissed you off. One nice moment in your otherwise brutal and chaotic life, and the King of Chaos himself comes to ruin it. You were finished with dinner, but maybe you had wanted to talk to Killer longer, maybe you had wanted to steal a kiss. You definitely did, who were you kidding?

"I'll leave you two to it," you said with a hint of venom, glaring at Kid. Switching to a softer voice, "Thank you, Killer. That was a lovely...evening." You winked at him. "Too bad it didn't have a chance to be even more lovely. Kid." 

Kid pointed back and forth between where you had been standing and Killer, "Doffs dat mee weee ain huckin?"* He had a mouthful of pasta. One good thing about red lipstick is that you couldn't tell how much of the pasta sauce hadn't made it into his mouth. 

Killer folded his arms and let out a defeated sigh. "I told you that you would piss her off and she would leave."

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There was a soft knock at the door to the women's quarters. You were tucked in bed after a piping hot shower, reading an old newspaper. There was a lot you missed when you were on that island, and Heat was nice enough to pull the highlights from his collection. Every now and then, you would explain something particularly eventful to Minerva. Emma called for you. Strange. You weren't expecting anything. Your eyebrows went up when you saw Killer. He had his normal first-mate air about him, all business, relaxing only when Emma left. You looked at him for elaboration.

"I'm sorry about Kid." He rubbed his arm. 

You shrugged. "That's not for you to apologize for. Kid happens." You leaned against the doorframe. "That's not all you came for though, is it?" You picked up on the way his hands kept fidgeting. Cute. 

Killer cleared his throat, "I... uh. I made dessert, too, but we didn't get to it." He sucked in a deep breath. "Do you want to have some? I remembered how much you liked chocolate cake." Rather, he remembered you drunkenly eating it from his hand and the feeling of your tongue around his fingers. 

You felt your mouth water. "I could go for some I suppose." You crossed your arms, thinking. You were in your pajamas, nothing extravagant, a simple cotton button up shirt and matching shorts. It was chilly out and you really didn't want anyone to see you in pjs. 

Killer took your hesitation as a negative. "You don't have to. I can go."

You grabbed his arm before he could turn. "No, I want to. I just don't want to be out in pjs and I have no shoes on. I'll have to change." 

The first-mate noticeably perked up. "Don't worry about that." He turned around and hunched down. "Hop on." Killer made grabbing motions with his hands, indicating that he would grab your legs. "Or I could just sling you over my shoulder. Don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, though."

You cocked your head. "And what idea does this give instead exactly?" You relented, stepping back before getting a short, running start to jump on his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around is waist. The image of being slung over his shoulder wasn't a bad one, if you were honest. 

Killer stood up, adjusting your thighs around him in a way that was more comfortable, doing a little hop to bounce you higher on his back. 

You took this opportunity to breathe in his scent, holding yourself back from burying your face in the thick golden hair tumbling down his back. A few untamed strands tickled your face as you bounced along with Killer's steps. Distracted by this possibly once-in-a-lifetime chance, you barely registered that Killer had passed the mess hall and galley, going to his room. 

Killer walked over to his bed and turned around, letting you down gently. 

You bounced on the edge of his bed. "Oh. I thought we would go to the galley again."

"Too risky." Killer explained. "Kid usually makes a fridge raid late." He handed you a fork and a plate with the most decadent-looking cake you had ever seen. It was multi-layered, moist, and he didn't skimp on the portions. 

Eagerly, you took the plate from him and scooted back to sit more comfortably on his comforter. It was soft and it smelled like him. You watched as he grabbed his own slice, sitting across from you. Killer had swapped his jeans for sweatpants. His shirt was the same but slightly faded, an older one. "Hm. How thoughtful of you then." Now that you had a better grasp of the situation, your confidence had returned in full. You preferred to be in control. 

Killer was looking at you expectantly. You assumed so anyway, his mask was pointed in your direction. 

Bringing a forkful to your mouth, you were barely two chews in and already reaching for another bite. Much like the spaghetti, you were inhaling the cake. "Good god, Killer." You had to resist saying something downright filthy, not wanting to ruin the otherwise sweet moment. "I didn't know I had a heart until you found your way to it with your fucking cooking." 

A pink tint spread down his neck. 

"I wish I could return the favor, but I'm sure you've noticed I'm not great in the kitchen." You took another bite, humming your satisfaction.

Killer huffed a partial laugh from his nose. "You're... not great," he agreed. "But," he continued, "you're... good company." 

You rolled your eyes. "I know that's not true." You thought he was being sarcastic. 

"No I mean it." Killer said in earnest. "You're nice to look at." 

"Oh so I'm your kitchen eye-candy then, huh?"

"Don't act like it doesn't go both ways," he retorted.

You hmphed. "So? It's not equal because I can only ogle from the neck down." You smirked at him. 

Killer took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine." His hand came up to the back of his neck, hesitating, then unlatching his helmet for the second time that night. He set his helmet down next to him. "Ogle away."

It was difficult to peel your eyes away from him. He was probably planning to remove it at some point regardless since he hadn't attempted to eat his own cake before then. "Don't mind if I do." You laughed and kept eating away at your slice. While you did so, you looked around his room. It was kept neat, as expected. Your eyes settled on a picture. It was difficult to see from your position, though you could make out who you assumed to be Kid and Killer, with a third, smaller person between them. They looked familiar, similar to the picture of the girl you saw in Kid's things. You didn't ask about it. It would be hypocritical of you to press for information about their past when you were so against it when they did the same to you. Though, one could argue, they owe you at least that much in return. 

"Hey, Y/N," Killer wavered, unsure whether to ask or not. "Remember back when we rescued you from the island with the marine base, after the fire?" He waited for you to nod, letting his bangs hide his face in place of his mask. "You were kind of out of it, but you said you liked m-my laugh... Did you mean it?" He looked up at you until one of his sapphire eyes met yours.

"What? Of course I meant it." You looked at him, questions evident in your expression. 

Killer noticeably straightened up. "I don't really like it myself." Killer paused. He didn't know how much he wanted to say on the matter. "I used to get made fun of." He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. You knew better, since he cared enough to bring it up.

"I would love to see someone try it now." You put down your empty plate. "You could put them down without even dirtying your punishers." Pretending to jab someone with your fork, you added, "Or I'll add them to my hit list."

Killer grinned, amused by your comments, not elaborating any further on his past. "You have frosting on your face."

Could you go one second without getting food on yourself? You searched for it with your hand, trying to wipe it off.

The man across from you grinned wider and wider every time you missed, enjoying your struggle. "Let me get it." He leaned over and swiped his thumb across your cheek, a fair bit away from your mouth. Who knows how it got there? 

Half-expecting him to let you lick it from his thumb, you were surprised when he did it himself. "Maybe I wanted that," you said teasingly. 

Killer ran his finger through the remaining frosting on his plate, eyeing it, then motioning you over with it. "Come get some then."

You crawled over until you were sitting on your feet, kneeling in font of him. Taking his finger in your mouth, you put your lips around its base and sucked the frosting clean off, licking around his fingertip for good measure before you released him with a pop. It was nearly the same as the first time, though now you were completely sober.

Killer shivered. He wasn't planning on letting you have your way tonight. You made it so tempting though, the way your eyes stared into his as your soft lips enveloped his finger. 

Testing his boundaries, you leaned forward, hands on his knees. You gave him the chance to pull back, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes flicked to your lips. That was an answer enough for you before lightly pressing your lips against his. You smiled against him before pulling away and opening your eyes. As you settled back on your feet, Killer was reaching out for your face, pulling it gently back to him. His other hand ran down your side, catching your waist and tugging you closer until you were sitting side-saddle in his lap. Finally some of the tension that had been building was released. You sighed into his mouth as your lips moved against his, hands sliding around his neck and into his hair. Similarly, his hand slid through your hair until it was on the back of your head, pressing you into him. His other hand didn't wander, simply held you close. He groaned as you nipped his lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. When you both pulled away, you leaned your head against his chest. There was a tightening coil in your gut, that was certain. There was something else, too. Butterflies? 

Killer put one arm around your back and one arm under your legs, picking you up bridal style. 

Your heartbeat quickened. Was he finally gonna let you have it? Yes throw me on the bed and rip my clothes off already! The lust cleared from your mind when he started moving away from the bed. Then it came back in a thicker fog. Shower sex? Bathtub? Kid's room? Even though you were mad at him, your pussy wasn't. The lust was vacuumed from your mind for good when Killer set you down in front of the sink and put a toothbrush in your hand. You looked from it to Killer and back. 

"Brush your teeth before bed, princess." 

You frowned deeply. "You weren't putting very princess-like thoughts in my head," you grumbled. 

Killer out his hand on your shoulder affectionately. "Me? Never." His hand moved to pinch your cheek in a playful way. 

You squinted at him in the mirror, catching sight of the outline of something in his sweatpants, you whipped around on him, pointing at his crotch. "Oh come on!" You said through a mouthful of toothpaste. "You're fuckin half-hard!" You turned around to spit and rinse your mouth out.

Killer made a noise of denial. "I'd say quarter-hard." The quirk in the corners of his lips made it all too clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this. 

Rounding on him again, you pleaded, "Just the tip? Please?" 

He tsked. "Begging only works on Kid. You have to earn it from me." He ruffled your hair. "You are very cute when you beg though, breadcrumb."

Walking back into his room, Killer cleared the plates from the bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for you to hop in. 

"I can stay?" 

"Just because I don't want to fuck tonight doesn't mean I want you to leave." 

You slid in next to him, half-laying over him on your stomach while he was on his back so you could look at him. He put his arm around you to rest his hand on your lower back. That sent electricity up your spine that you did your best to repress. Thinking about your date, you grinned up at him.

"What?" He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you had something smart to say. It was interesting how much better he could read you than when you first met.

"Thanks for trusting me with your face even though you won't trust me with your cock." Even though it was disguised as a joke, it had true sentiment behind it. That must be a huge deal to leave his helmet off for so long with someone who was arguably still a little bit of a stranger. It was probably made easier by the fact, you had already seen him for some time before then. 

Killer allowed himself a short laugh and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Patience is a virtue." It didn't take long for you to drift to sleep. He watched the features of your face twitch as you entered your first dream of the night. Killer normally took a lot longer to warm up to someone. He didn't know himself what made him so comfortable around you. You acted similarly to Kid, with a charming roughness and feisty personality, and he loved Kid. Maybe that made it natural for him to begin to love you, too.

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Lucifer's Magic Outing Him Chapter 1 - Charlie (Goat):

After the hotel had been rebuilt, Lucifer had been invited to stay and help out. Which, of course he agreed to instantly. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to make things up to his darling daughter and start to truly mend their relationship. So, imagine his delight when she asked for his help in taking care of her hooves when she got herself too busy to tend to them herself or she just forgot to do it.

Deciding to make it a learning experience, Lucifer set up everything he needed in the foyer where him, Charlie, and Vaggie were sitting. What kind of dad would he be if he didn't teach his daughter's girlfriend how to properly take care of her for when he wasn't around? Though, it seemed their little lesson had gotten the attention of the rest of the residents of the hotel. Not that he minded. He was too focused on carefully cleaning and filing the poor neglected hoof in his hand. 

"I didn't think ya actually had hooves. What animal do they belong ta?"

"Goat. Me and my dad are goats." 

All eyes turned to Lucifer, making him pause mid reach for the special polish he needed to apply. "...What?" 

Angel was the first one to break the silence with a big, mischievous grin on his face. "Show us."

"Uh... I-I don't think that's- I'd rather not." Oh. But he did need his own hooves done and it would be so much easier getting it done right here where the stuff is already out. But his self-consciousness won out against his comfort yet again.

Sensing this, Charlie smiled and pulled Vaggie close to her. "How about Vaggie and I tend to your hooves for you? Please dad? No one here is going to judge you for your legs or hooves."

"Yeah. Just look at Angel Dust. He's a spider covered in pink fur."

Lucifer thought about it while he applied the polish to his daughter's hooves. He couldn't just turn down a request from her. Especially one like this. And his own hooves really did need tending to... Alright. Just get it over with as quick as possible. Removing his boots and pulling up his pant legs, he tried to ignore the happy cheering when he finally agreed and the intense, curious staring. 

"Okay. Here they are." He tried his best to relax as he leaned back on the couch and let the two girls tend to his wore down and damaged feet. "Don't worry about the wear and tear. Once you get going, they'll heal on their own."

"Holy shit. For someone who don't really take care of their self, ya got some soft fur." Angel commented, petting the blonde and almost silky, thick fur on his legs. "Got some tangles but that seems about it. Oh! You gotta a comb or something? I can take care of them for ya."

"What?" 

"Angel. Grooming is very intimate. Usually only reserved for family and lovers. You shouldn't just go around offering that kind of care."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry-"

Shaking off his shock, Lucifer couldn't keep the flustered smile off his face. "N-no it's fine! Really. I appreciate the offer. Vaggie is right that it's meant for the people closest to you. So... honestly, I'm really happy."

"Aww~ See dad? I told you; you're a part of our little family here."

"Yeah. I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore, huh?" Handing over the comb to the spider demon, Lucifer watched how careful he was being. Starting at the fur at his ankles and detangling the knots in small sections and slowly moving up to where the fur started just above his knees. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.

He would definitely have to do something for the three of them as a way to thank them.

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Marcovaldo family x Reader

A/N: Massimo with a Feminine S/O, takes place after Massimo adopts Alberto.

My masterlist is -> here

Massimo (Luca)

Massimo is a kind man, we all know that.

He likes to hold your hands in his larger ones. He is a softly for the ones he loves.

Cooking together and walks are things he enjoys doing with you.

He isn't the jealous type, he trusts you completely.

He is a big guy so he gives you ever bigger hugs that last a few seconds unless he's in a hurry. Then it's just a quick hug.

He adores the things you do. Even if it is simple as doing something right. He treats you like you are the only person in the world.

Massimo may be a tall man with little words but his eyes and hands tell a different story. His light touches are gentle and love is always shown in his eyes as he looks at you. It's obvious that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

His daughter, Giulia, felt indifferent about you at first.

She wants what is best for her father and wants him to be happy.

But she also doesn't feel like he needs another potential spouse after him and her mother.

She felt like her father and mother would get back together but gave up on that hope after a while.

Giulia slowly warms up to you after seeing how happy you make Massimo.

She told her dad and admitted to you that she'd never call you "Mama" or "Mom".

You gently reassured her that it is completely okay if she never does. And you also told her that you'd never replace her mother which she greatly appreciated.

Massimo does plan things between the three of you to try and bond.

The man is a giant sweetheart when it comes to you and his daughter.

If he ever saw you and Giulia sleeping beside each other due to her accidentally falling asleep by you... Mans has an overload of emotions.

Of course he doesn't show it all that much but you can tell that he enjoys seeing you and his daughter getting along.

On the other hand, Alberto kinda liked the idea of having a mother figure in his life.

He thinks it is nice that Massimo found someone who loves him.

Alberto was hesitant at first during your first encounter but very soon he warmed up to.

He'd be protective over you if anyone came around you for too long.

He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoys moments when you run your fingers through his curly hair while he's in your lap. Instantly knocked out 'cause of it being so relaxing.

He would call you "Mama" or "Mom" at one point in yours and Massimo's relationship.

Alberto would want to show you everything he is proud of. How good he swims, how he can ride a bike, how fast he can climb, etc.

Moving on to tiny oneshot...

"Giulia! Alberto! Dinner is ready!" You yelled from the kitchen. When you received no response, you went outside and yelled it again towards the beach.

Giulia and Alberto looked at each other and big smiles broke out onto their faces. Giulia stood up before he could. "Race ya home!"

The boy quickly got up and laugher erupted from the both of them. They were both out of breath when they reached the house. Alberto put his hands on his knees and swallowed as he panted. "I won."

You smiled and rolled your eyes seeing the two of them compete against one another. "Come on you two. Eat before the food gets cold." You sat plates down onto the wooden table for everyone including yourself.

Giulia threw her hands in the air. "Yes! Trenette al Pesto!" Her and Alberto stuffed their faces with the pasta that you cooked.

You chuckled softly at the display and shook your head. "Woah woah, slow down. You're going to choke if you eat that fast."

Alberto shrugged and put more of the noodles on his fork. "It's alright Mama, I won't." The boy stopped mid bite with the fork close to his mouth; his mouth wide open. He was frozen as he realized what he had said. Giulia looked at him with big surprised eyes and her cheeks looked like a chipmunk since she was eating when he spoke.

Massimo raised one of his thick eyebrows while you tried not to tear up. Alberto put the fork down and finally looked at you. He cleared his throat and nervously met your eyes. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

You weren't mad or weirded out by him calling you 'Mama'. You found it sweet and made your heart swell. You leaned forward and put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I don't mind if you call me that. If you want to, you can."

Alberto smiled. "Really? I-I can?" He immediately jumped down from his seat and hugged you tightly. You blinked down at him but then happily smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Giulia was now smiling softly at the scene with her head tilted. Massimo cracked a smile and put a forkfull of pasta in his mouth.

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Two of The Same ~pt.2~

Pairings: Tim Drake//Red Robin x gn!Reader

Pronouns: I/They/Them/Me

Fandom: DC Universe

Warnings: Mentions of pain, use of language, mentions of blood and violence

Summary: Every night a masked vigilante comes into Y/N's bedroom, and to their knowledge, it's to "clean his wounds." But the visits go deeper than that when underneath that mask, unbeknownst to Y/N, is their classmate, Tim Drake, who has a huge crush on them.

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Two of the Same ~pt 1~

Two of the Same ~pt 3~

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~Tim’s 3rd person pov~

“And then I just kissed them, Dick! I kissed them! And they kissed me back! I cannot believe it! I can’t even fathom it! I’ve had a crush on Y/N for years, and it’s finally happening!” Tim laid back on the med chair, while Dick was stitching up the damage that Killer Croc had done to Tim’s chest.

“Honestly, dude! I’m proud of you! I’m glad that you’re finally making some progress with them! I told you that when you’d start gaining the confidence to talk to them, they’d fall for you immediately! You just have that kinda charm, man.” Dick smiled as he cut the last stitch, the wounds all taken care of. “They’re also one hell of a nurse too!” He added, patting Tim on the shoulder. Tim yelped.

“Dude! That’s my broken one!” He yelled, Dick winced, feeling bad immediately.

“Sorry dude. We still need to set it back into place. You broke it real good, which means that it’s going to hurt like hell when I fix it.” Dick walked over to the right side of the chair, holding Tim’s arm.

“If you think about it, I didn’t break my arm. It was actually the wall that Mad Hatter pushed me into that did it.” Tim replied, a sly smile on his face.

“You defeated Mad Hatter and then immediately fought and won against Killer Croc? In that state? Dude! That’s badass.” Dick let go of Tim’s arm, and got up to grab a cast to keep it in place once he sets it.

“Yeah. I’m just thankful that Y/N’s apartment was so close by. I don’t think that even if I contacted you guys, you would have been there in time. They really helped out a lot.” Tim’s eyes followed Dick as he grabbed the cast and a sling off of the counter.

“We would have been there in time, dude. But I’m glad you had some Y/N time before Dami got there. Sorry he disrupted you two, but we were really worried for you, ya know.” Dick walked back to Tim, placing the cast on the table near him.

“Sorry about that. I know I should have checked in, I guess I just really wanted to see Y/N before the end of patrol. It’s sorta something that makes my nights on patrol better.” Tim inhaled a deep breath of air as Dick lifted up his arm again, touching around for the spot that was broken out of place.

“Yeah well they really got to see you, huh? Guess they weren’t expecting to know that Tim Drake has all those muscles, right?” Tim was about to answer when Dick found the broken bone, Tim groaned. “Found it.” Dick laughed nervously. “Just keep talking. It’ll keep your mind occupied while I do this.” He stared at the arm, scared to hurt the boy in front of him, but he knew what he had to do.

“I mean. They don’t really know I’m Tim Drake yet. I haven’t really told them. Haven’t had the opportunity to yet.” Tim closed his eyes tightly, unsure of when his brother was going to pop his arm back into place. Dick nodded in agreement.

“Yeah that’s understandable, I’d probably keep it a secret too until-” He stopped mid sentence, shocked at what Tim had just said. Without thinking, he immediately snapped his arm back into place. Tim yelled in pain. “What!?” Dick asked loudly. Tim seethed in pain, rubbing his swollen arm.

“Ow, ow, ow…” Tim groaned. Dick just stared at Tim.

“Y/N doesn’t know that you’re Red Robin?” He asked, grabbing the cast off of the table.

“No! Of course they don’t.” Tim breathed out, trying to calm down the pain that was shooting from his arm down the rest of his body. He could feel his heart beating in the arm.

“Dude. I thought they knew who you were! This makes everything so much harder.” Dick started to attach the cast to Tim’s arm.

“How? Y/N kissed me back, didn’t they?” Tim asked, leaning up on the chair. Dick gave his brother a sympathetic look.

“Tim. Y/N kissed Red Robin, not Tim Drake.” Tim furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah, but I’m Red Robin…” Tim trailed off, understanding now what Dick was talking about. His heart shattered into a million pieces.

“You’re right. Y/N doesn’t know that I’m Red Robin. They only know that I’m Tim Drake, and they even said themselves that they aren’t that close to me.” Even though Tim had just kissed them earlier, this was no longer a victory.

Y/N had fallen for the heroic and extroverted Red Robin. Not the smart, ambiverted Tim Drake.

“I fucked up.”

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~Y/N’s pov~

I had finished Tim’s essay weeks ago, and I hadn’t seen him at school once.

Not until today, that was.

He had come to school with his arm in a cast, and still had a bright smile on his face. I don’t think I had seen him this stress free since the beginning of the second term.

I don’t know how he was doing it, because if I had my arm in a sling, I’d personally be the most stressed I’d ever been. But Tim always wore it well for being one of Gotham’s busiest workaholic bachelors.

But I decided that I wouldn’t give him his assignments until our Chemistry class after lunch. We sat across from each other, so that was the perfect time to give them to him.

I walked with my friend Jackie after lunch since we both shared Chem together. However, she ditched me halfway through because she saw her boyfriend walking down the hallway, and excused herself to walk with him.

Traitor.

I walked directly into class, and as early as ever, was Tim. He sat in his chair on his phone, typing away. Probably something to do with Wayne Enterprises. As always.

“Hey, Tim.” I greeted, sitting down at my desk. He looked up at me.

“Uh. Hi Y/N.” He said after a second. I reached into my bag to get out the red folder in which I had kept his assignments from the weeks that he had been gone.

“I hope you don’t mind. I was going to mail the homework to your house, but I decided not to since I didn’t know if you were sick or something. But I did them for you.” I handed him the folder, brushing our fingers as we did so. I saw his face turn red.

“Oh. Thanks. You really didn’t have to do that. That was really nice of you.” He thanked, opening the folder.

“Nah! It’s alright! I haven’t had anything better to do. I kind of just sit in my room all night anyways.” I hide my smile as Red Robin comes to my mind.

I hadn’t seen him for about a week, though. But the thought of him made my heart flutter. True to his promise, he sent Nightwing up to my window, and he gave me a little update. He also gave me a cute little necklace with a bird on it. If it pressed the beak, then it would immediately send a signal to the nearest bat-person and they’d come to my side.

“Red Robin wanted to give this to you himself, but I told him I could handle it.” Nightwing said as he handed it to me.

I didn’t know that I was holding the necklace until Tim spoke.

“That’s a pretty necklace you have there. Is it new?” He asked. I nodded.

“Yeah. A close friend of mine gave it to me.” I paused for a moment, knowing that Nightwing and I weren’t that close. “Well he didn’t give it to me. His friend gave it to me because he couldn’t.” I sighed in defeat. Tim laughed.

“I know what you mean. That’s nice of him.” He continued to smile as he looked down at the completed work that I had handed him.

Jackie came in right after the bell rang. I stared at her as she took her seat next to me.

“Dude you better be glad we have a sub. MacFannan would have beat your ass if she saw you come in late.” I told her. Jackie smiled.

“Well what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I’m leaving in like 5 minutes anyway.” My jaw dropped.

“Dude, what? Be for real.” I whispered.

“I’m being for real! My dad is letting me out of school early so that we can start packing for our family vacation! You’d be let out early with me too, but you chose to stay in Gotham for a week. Lord knows why you’d choose to stay.” She explained, talking with her hands. I giggled.

“Well, no matter how much I love you, I love my bedroom more. And besides, we went to Florida with my family last year. I can skip out on one trip.” I reminded her. She sighed.

“You love your bedroom more than your best friend? How dare you.” I shrugged smugly.

“It’s what’s in my bedroom that counts.” Jackie probably thought I meant my bed, or my laptop, or my desk. But I really meant the boy that would come in every night.

That’s the real reason I stayed. I had no way of contacting him, and in case he came while I was gone, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing if he was okay.

The classroom phone started ringing while the sub was taking attendance, and Jackie turned towards me. “That’s me!” She said, enthusiastically. I smiled back to her.

“Jackie?” The sub looked around confused, and Jackie raised her hand. The sub nodded. “Yeah, I’ll send her down. Thanks, bye.” The sub gestured to Jackie, and she hugged me.

“I’ll text you when I get home. I’ll see you sometime next week!” And with that, she picked up her stuff, and walked out of the room.

Traitor.

I followed soon after her when the sub had finished taking attendance and needed someone to hand the attendance slip in to the office.

“Missed me already?” Jackie asked as I caught up with her down the hallway. I laughed.

“Totally. Who wouldn’t miss you?” I asked her.

“Awh how sweet of you.” She said as she opened the office door for me. “M’bestie.” She joked. I nodded to her.

“Thank you, you sweet soul. I could pinch your cheeks.” I joked as she closed the door behind me. She wasn’t going into the office, and instead had to go to the door across from where the office was located, as that was where one of the exits for the school was.

We waved to each other as she turned around and walked out of the school.

I smiled at our attendance secretary as I handed her the slip. I turned back around, and exited the door. I pulled out my phone, and pulled up instagram. I skimmed past a few pages until I came across Tim’s.

A photo of him sitting at a cafè in a signature brown sweater, chewing on a breakfast cake, with a dopey smile on his face.

It was kind of cute. I stared at it for a while, adoring the dorky smile. I liked the post before I entered the classroom, closing out of insta.

When I walked in, the sub was on her phone, scrolling through what I suppose was her exes instagram page.

I noticed that people around the classroom were in groups of 2-4, and I sat down at my desk, grabbing my laptop out of my bag, and looking around for a moment.

“Are we supposed to work in groups?” I asked myself aloud by accident.

“We don’t have to. But if you know MacFannan, she usually pushes us to.” Tim replied quietly. I looked over to him. Jackie wasn’t here, and I really didn’t feel like doing this assignment by myself after doing weeks worth of mine and Tims’.

“Would you want to be my partner than?” I asked him. His face flushed red.

“I-uh. Yeah. Sure. If you want me to be.” He grabbed his laptop, and got up to sit down next to me.

I opened my laptop, and went to the website with our class assignments.

“Which assignment is it?” I asked, leaning over to look at his laptop.

“The stoichiometry one.” He said, his breath shaky. I hadn’t even noticed that I was hovering over his broken arm. I quickly moved away.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.” I said worriedly. He shook his head.

“No, no you didn’t! You’re fine!” He insisted. I let a breath out in relief.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you break it?” I questioned, staring at the sling. He looked down at it.

“Oh! I was walking down some stairs at Wayne Tower, and tripped on my own feet. I can get kinda clumsy sometimes. But it’s alright. The fracture wasn’t too bad. I had a really good nurse. Setting it back into place was the worst part.” I smiled.

“Well I’m glad that you had some helpful hands to keep you in tact, and I hope that that arm heals soon. But if you need some help with anything, I’m here for you.” We smiled to each other as I looked into his eyes. A dark blue. His pupil was expanding by the second, covering most of the blue, which gave me a feeling of Deja vu. I bit my lip. “Actually. This will help.” I grabbed his laptop, and began to write on it. “I just wrote my number down. If you want to text me, you can. If you need anything at all, I’m here for you.” I reminded him. His face turned a deep crimson red.

“That’s um.. that’s really nice of you. I think I might keep that in mind.” He promised.

“You better.” I ordered him.

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It had been a few days since I had given Tim my number, and needless to say, we did not stop texting.

The more I got to know him, the more that I realized he was more than the smart son of the billionaire playboy prince of Gotham. He was kind, and funny. He was sarcastic, and something about him reminded me of someone. I just couldn’t put my finger on who it was.

Tim was sweet, and even though we just started becoming friends, I could tell that he really cared about me. I was right about his compassion.

And yet, he was good for a distraction. I had started to miss my masked crusader, and I wished that he was okay. He hadn’t come to visit me in a week and a half, and Tim helped keep my mind off of him.

Hell, I had even started to look forward to the boys’ texts, and my heart would race when I’d see his notification pop up.

But it was another late night, and Tim hadn’t texted me back for a few hours; Probably working on something with the newest Wayne Foundation project, when I heard a knock at my window. My heart raced and I opened it immediately.

There, and as happy as ever, was the boy I had been waiting to see for 2 weeks.

“Hey there!” Red Robin said, sliding into the window. He didn’t seem that beaten up tonight, and he seemed in much better condition than the last time I saw him. Except he wasn’t wearing a cast to protect his arm.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing a sling or something?” I asked. He smiled.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve fought under worse conditions! Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. I missed seeing your pretty face.” I smirked, crossing my arms.

“Is that the only thing you like about me?” I asked. He scoffed, offended.

“What? No, no, no! The prettiness is just something that comes with the whole package! That’s the least of my concerns.” I rolled my eyes at his words, but kept a smile on my face.

I started to walk to my closet. “Anyways, what is it tonight? A scratch on your arm? Your leg cut open?” I asked. I didn’t notice that he was right behind me, until I felt his hands wrap around my waist, his front against my back.

“Actually nothing for tonight. It was a boring patrol. I would have come sooner, but I had a last minute case file to turn in to Batman.” I blushed as his arms tightened around my waist. His head leaned down into the crook of my neck. I’m pretty sure my heart was going to fail right there and then.

“That’s a pretty necklace you have there, where’d you get it?” He teased. Ohp! There’s that Deja Vu again! I swear it’s been driving me crazy recently!

I grabbed his arms, holding them. I made sure to hold the broken one lightly. “I would have liked to receive it from you, but instead I had to get it from your accomplice, who wouldn’t stop making puns.” I informed. Red chuckled next to my ear.

“That’s Nightwing for you. It never gets old.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I wanted to give it to you myself, but they wouldn’t let me patrol at all until my stitches settled. That, and I wanted to know that you would be safe if I wasn’t around. That way, if something were to happen and I wasn’t there, I know one of the others would be able to keep you safe.” My heart fluttered again. How on earth did Gotham deserve this guy?

“Well I thank you for worrying about my safety.” I mumbled, laying my head back on his chest.

“Just doing what I can to protect you. I don’t want you getting hurt. You see how I get hurt every night. I don’t want that happening to you.” I turn around to face him. I reach a hand up to cup his cheek. He leans into it.

“I’ll be fine. I have someone like you that watches over me. And I always make sure to keep a taser or pocket knife on me at all times. Besides, someone has to patch you up, and I would prefer it to be me for as long as possible.” I tell him. He smirks.

“Why? Would you be jealous if I went to another person to get all healed up?” He asked, leaning in closer to me.

“Very.” I close the remaining space we have, interlocking our lips together. His kiss is still gentle. He’s intoxicating, and deep. It’s like the first time all over again.

We pull away, and he leans his forehead on mine. “God, you’re the only thing I’ve thought about for almost 2 years.” He whispers. I laugh.

“Tell me about it.”

[echoedcrosshairs]

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part four

Summary; Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it

Warning; Fluff, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, Violence, starting to get hot and heavy, alien (obviously), Cad Bane can kind of be an ass, age gape (canonically during clone wars Bane is 41-43ish) reader is mid 20’s, sapiosexual, mild toxicity that gets fixed, toothpicks, green and red blud.

Word Count: 4.5k

part 3 part 5

Masterlist

The mind was buzzing as if every bee in the hive had woken up and started fluttering around in your head knocking into each other violently. Were the cuffs an act or did he genuinely thing you'd run, so many thoughts crashed into one another as he held the restraints occasionally opening the bounty holo to stare at it. He shoved you into the ship towards holding, you frowned. Todo came zipping to you laughing saying how theirs only one member allowed on the ship and it wasn't you. Bane used his metal gauntlet and set the droid squealing back, "Gehet the blankets." Todo came back a few minutes later with them folded and placed them on top of the trunk before getting told to get lost. Attempting to walk yourself into the holding cage, Bane grabbed your restraints and pulled you back to him quickly switching them from behind you to in front of you. He yanked down the collar of your shirt and pulled suit looking at your neck and faintest trace of him there. The treacherous thought of coasting his fingers across them, nonchalantly but quickly putting the collar back up.

"I believe there is a rule against fucking your bounties," you said coldly trying to walk out of his grasp but failed again.

"Jus' cause I'm turnin ya in doesn' mean I can' enjoy ya. I finish whata start."

As much as you just wanted to head butt him in the face for being a prick, annoyingly your curious mind won. What is Bane like when he isn't full of Durosian hormones? The little question gnawed at you until your mouth mustered a response, "Fine," it was still enough to get under his skin.

"F'ine?" He snaps, "Dat's it? F'ine? Ya seemed to really like't las' night."

"No idea what you're talking about," you purposely poked him again.

Bane whirled you around with a glare, "Ya mean' that walk outta da room an' forget," his pride minimally feeling hit. He was very aware of how much you enjoyed every second of it even napping like unsuspecting prey with an predator waiting above. Bane remembered how much you enjoyed his bites even if your soft silky skin wasn't designed for it, even offering yourself to him. He couldn't help but bare his fangs at the thoughts. Anger leached itself to him every inch of him tingled.

"Has the great Cad Bane finally taken a fancy to one of his fucks?" You snapped, "Yes I have been very interested in you not often does a fellow bounty hunter pick up a book or is insanely attractive. I've dealt with your jealousy without lashing back, karking hell you didn't like the intimacy why are you so bothered by me 'forgetting.' You were extremely blunt earlier saying we are not an item so who the hell do you think you are getting mad at me when I have been nothing but tolerant your bantha shit? Then this?" You paused to shake your wrist before pointing at your neck, "You could have found me so it wouldn't have mattered," you threw your hands up in annoyance.

He yanked your wrist towards him unlocking them then sent the restraints hurdling towards the wall, squinting at the light purple bruises on your wrist not being able to determine if they were from last night or how tight the cuffs were. Turning his gaze to you finding the equally enraged expression. He took a step forward noticing you didn't budge, another step and another step until you were toe to toe, "Yeh or Nah, lil lady." He tried to keep his breathing steady but his mechanical respirator betrayed that. Bane's mind screamed at him to continue last night, to touch you and consume your warmth but for as rough as he was as man he could be a gentleman... time to time.

I probably could kill him, right here, right now but he did just remove the pathetic cuffs. Is that an apology? Infuriated you quickly grabbed his duster collar pulling him to your mouth with a forcible bite against his thin blue lip before smoothing it with a kiss. Bane yanked your pants down letting them fall to your ankles, you stepped on them and kicked them to the side. Smoothly he grabbed one of the vibro blades cutting away the shirt and body suit ripping them down as he went before tossing the knife towards the discarded pants. Making it easy you brought your legs up and peeled them down for him, he put his boot on them and gently shoved you back without removing himself from your lips.

A couple of paces, Bane had you back against the cool wall. He worked off his holster belt of his dearest LL-30's tossing it onto the cot moving his hands to his pants letting them fall without bothering to take them off before he unsheathed himself. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and pulled it up to his hip wrapping his arm under. You got the message jumping a little to bring your other leg around his waist locking your ankles together. His hands pressed into your ass raising you enough to spear you with his aching cock.

You moaned into his mouth sliding into him as your tongues danced together like snakes constantly coiling and striking each other. Not so gently he nipped the end of your tongue as you pulled it back into your mouth. You put your head back against the metal of the wall feeling yourself slide down his need. Finding his eyes already latched onto yours, his gaze matching the sharpness of his fangs. You tense mildly under his expression and see a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Bane grabs your wrist with each hands pinning it above you with all of his weight letting out a deep guttural growl that you can feel through his cock and where your hips rested on his. The thrusting became primal, rough and all things sinful as you whimper at the roughness of him stretching you again. Each ridge of him feeling fuller and more defined.

"Bane-" then his face is on your neck sniffing before he bites just enough to puncture holding back due to your pathetic human fragility, aggravated further as his hat falls off whooshing back. Each time he entered you making you moan a little louder until your throat began to ache. As carnally and possessive as he is fucking you he doesn't want to cum not yet nor letting you come until your screaming only his name then does he take both of your wrist in one hand bringing his thumb to circle the swollen pinnacle that he continues to tease with his thrust until you start to tremble.

"Dis is wha' yappin so much gets ya," he grunts as he picks up the the pace with his thumb. His hand tightens around your wrist as you try to pull them down as you writhe against the wall. He enjoys watching the faces you make and how your back arches towards him. Bane doesn't ease up as you cum, forcing you to clench around him as he chases his high listening to every soaking sound of you taking him and strained sound as your vocal cords start giving out. Quickly Bane brought his teeth back to the side of your neck depositing his scent and his seed in you. He pulls you off the wall continuing to fuck it into you until he reaches the cot dropping you on it and pulling you off from around him smirking as his a few drops of cum dripped from his tip landing on your thighs simultaneously enjoying how indecent you looked with fucked wild hair, a faded hazy expression and dripping him, "Goo' luck try ta forget' dat dis time," he grumbled tucking himself back in and pilling his pants back up. Bane grabbed the blanks by the corners and laying them on you but this time not bothering to tuck you in or lay down instead putting his belt and holster back on, "Nah like ya can leave da ship anyway," he said looking down at the pile of cloths before strutting up to make sure neither of you couldn't use the escape pod by ejecting it space because no matter what he did he knew you were smart enough to fix it. Jabba can jus' add it to da reward, he thought. Snarling when Todo approached him, "Wha'."

"Mr. Bane, she is currently a score.. that score is laying under your blankets. Isn't this bounty to personal?"

"I' take any bounty for da right price," he retorted, "Jabba gonna have to pay da personal price," he said walking away from the droid towards the pilot chair to make the call and deal.

"Mr. Bane, I do not think-"

"Fuckin' can it. I ain't in da mood Todo," he hissed continuing his walk alone flicking another tooth pick into his mouth strutting with hands on his hips trying to sort out his... feeling.

You laid in the bed your head reeling from experience, your throat scratchy caused by being fucked silent by Cad Bane. Is that what one would call hate fucking? I should get cleaned up and figured a way out of this mess, just... so comfy. You were almost asleep when Todo came in with a bacta forcing you back into consciousness.

"You must mend your neck, you are very valuable to Mr. Bane alive to get his reward. You do have a hefty price tag. I would hate to have to try to revive you."

"It's just a surface wound, I'll be fine," you sneered at the little droid, "how much?" you asked curiously, taking the tube knowing he wasn't going to give up.

"Original bounty price plus price of a new escape pod plus price of the bounty you two were beginning and plus what Mr. Bane calls a personal price."

"Better be close to a million," you scoffed.

"It is exactly."

"Hope he enjoys it. Leave." You sat up and rubbed the Bacta in your neck hoping the alone time would help cooling off your temper. As insufferable as the man was he was the best fuck of your life and the most interesting man, the way he talked, how he composed himself, the crimson of his eyes to the ocean tint of his skin, how his breathing worked, why was he maddeningly possessive, everything was so.. interesting. You pulled back the blankets quickly darting to the refresher as some slid down your thigh. After freshening up you left the blankets laying out unscathed as you palmed a blade, it was odd he didn't think twice about locking them up. You took a quick shower before picking a new outfit to be delivered to the Hutts too for whatever reason.

"Little birdy tells me you might need some assistance," you looked over reading the message from Hondo.

"Depends on what the Hutt's want, regardless I'll need a drink after."

"Or two," he replied.

You laughed, "Maybe three if I have to make it someone's bad day, wait for me?"

"The alcohol is already waiting along with a new book, lovely planet."

You put the pad in your belt wondering who told him because for that price he wouldn't. Staring at your bunk then down in Bane's bunk you had the unnerving sensation to lay in his. You're lip twitched reaching up you grabbed your book and disappeared back to the holding cell where everything reminded untouched. You wiped up what little got on the cot reluctantly putting the blankets back in the trunk before crawling under the thin excuse for a blanket propping your self up against the wall. The door opened, you ignored the cowboy standing there with his hand on his hips glaring at you instead turning the page of your book. Hearing the click of his boots move towards you with the mechanical breathing grow slightly more labored you finally looked up, "How I am suppose to read during this darling of a conversation?" you said sarcastically.

"Whatcha doin in here?"

"I didn't want to be in the bunk room so I came back here to get some reading done."

"Woman, you aint-"

"Aren’t what? A bounty. A prisoner? I am however. To quote you, Can it," you said fluttering your lashes at him with a smile, "and really ejecting your escape pod? At least Jabba's compensating you for it and more," you motioned towards the door while your face kept an even expression your heart was palpitating at the gunman, "Now if you don't mind."

"Dis is ma ship," he squinted.

"That it is, Mr. Bane," you retorted flatly pulling your attention back to the book before his hand snapped it shut, "Maybe you need a book on manners not the linguistics of your mother tongue," he tossed the Durese book at the wall at the comment, "Am I correct on assuming that we are either close to Tatooine or are you just being an ass?" you said pulling back the blanket and retrieving the book.

"Why ya readin it?" his draw was a little longer then usual.

"When I conclude whatever busy I have with Jabba, I think Hondo would like a vacation," you quipped poking yourself with the fiery daggers in his eyes.

"Wat did I say-"

"Techincally I am here as one of your most expensive scores instead of a colleague, I don't think that applies currently."

You felt the cool touch of his hand on your throat, "s'op makin dis personal, jus' business."

"Jabba is paying you, oh what did you call it? A personal price. I'm not taking it personally, if I did one of us would be dead right now," you pointed out, "however I am rather curious what the Hutts want with me, my curiosity seems to overwrite what it's my best interest. Anyway I am going to go take a heat soak," you said grabbing his wrist and bringing your foot back to the wall using it to propel yourself forward shoving him back.

He stumbled a bit but his grip didn't falter, "Gonna cook ya self, Jabba wan's you a'live."

"I do know how to turn down a thermostat, I am not a child. As long as you shut it you can join me."

Bane's lip twitched but his hand let go falling after you to the heat room watching you turn it down and on. He decided to sit across from you, watching you relax into the heat keeping his hat tipped forward enough not to fall off but still be able to see your outstretched legs. Weird mammalian woman. He took off his coat and rested it next to him deciding to enjoy the heat wishing he could enjoy it with you. Drat, woman's makin me soft. Dis is a goo' thin Jabba wants 'er, he tried convincing himself gnawing through his toothpick until it fell broken in two into his lap.

You laid down on your back enjoying the landscape art, Even if I said that just to taunt him maybe I should take a trip there. Bane can't be the only hot smart man in the galaxy plus finding a couple actual books in the language would help, "Don' even think 'bout it," you heard him mumble like he knew what you were thinking.

"Pray tell, what do you think I am thinking about Mr. Bane?" You chuckled.

"Takin' Hondo."

"I said that to gauge your reaction, if I'm going to there it will be for my own curiosity. Alone."

"An' no findin' anotha-"

"What if I do? Hopefully he'd be less insufferable then you. I doubt I could find a better fuck but at least a more tolerable personality," you realized your mistake hearing his foot steps seeing him standing over you, "Wha-" he flipped you over on your stomach pulling you up onto your knees thankfully you had elected for pants which he pulled down though you wondered if they ripped with how hard he yanked them.

He quickly undid himself snd snapped his hips into your squishy rear, forcing a surprised moan out of you as he collided into your depths. After a couple quick thrust his arm shot out pulling your back to his chest biting the back of your neck a little harder then he previously had, tongue flicking around the wound and you faintly felt something gooey seeping into the wound, "He know he eh dead man walkin," he growled dropping you back into your hands with a thud ignoring that his belt was even leaving marks across your plump butt he kept thrusting until both of you were on the edge when he abruptly pulled out yanking you pants up and tucking himself away chuckling as he grabbed another toothpick.

You felt the wave starting to fade, you sat back on your heels bringing your fingers to the wound finding a slight green tight, "Bane... did you just farking scent mark me like a piece of breeding property?" You screamed at him.

"I warne' ya 'bout messin with dis Duros, playin' with fira," he said smugly, "da scent ya make, is ma alone." Bane rarely experienced the green eyed monster but it was shaking him to his core not wanting anyone to experience your beauty and brains.

You saw the timer fall to zero. Getting up silently and strode out of the room slightly not trusting the twitch in your fingers not to toss a blade at his head. You barely knew the man, he was intoxicating to be around even just listening to voice was enough for the fumes to start but the man was an absolute menace. You took yourself into the fresher gripping the counter slightly rocking yourself trying to get a hold of the thoughts that were going to light speed through your head but two things were immediately clear; first there was no amount of washing that would get it out and second that you looked forward to wiping that smug expression off his face.

You wiped up the dried blood but rejected the bacta leaving the tender wounds opened much to the droids complaint. Todo informed you that you be arriving soon, swallowing the rage the best you could you changed into something that showed off the wounds letting them be on full display. You grabbed the bags using them as a seat near the ramp as you waited to land. If Bane wanted to be a fire, you were going to be a blaze unlike Sith's hell had ever seen. Fingers drummed mindlessly as revengeful thoughts consumed you, some making a smile twinge other's as wicked as the gleam in your eye.

Todo met you at the ramp insisting that you wait for Mr. Bane, you swatted away the droids tossing your bags at the guards waiting telling them to carry your books and clothes. Heard Bane's boots behind you closing the distance, you heard his grumble about the wounds. Ignoring him you continued your path into the palace making sure to do a spin taking in every one in the room seeing Hondo and a few of his closes acquaintances. You saw the indistinguishable flash of anger in his face before it faded back into an neutrality.

Doing your usual little bow for him, "Great Jabba, I hear you were looking for me?" you asked eyeing the Hutt.

You heard Jabba speak but you both know you didn't need the droid allowing it to translate for the benefit of the others in the room, "The Great Jabba ask where have you been?"

"I took... a vacation, a break from work to clear my head. Is my assistance needed? Perhaps a tutor for your grub?"

"Powerful Jabba needs to you hide a box where no one will ever find it and inquires about the wounds."

You smiled happy your trap worked, "Dearest Jabba, are you sure there isn't anything more prolonged you require of me," you took a sideways profile take of Bane's glare before returning your eyes back to Jabba, "even you most powerful Hutt seem to treat your acquaintances with more dignity and kindness," if Bane's glare could shoot, you'd be riddled with holes.

"Powerful Jabba says you are dismissed Bane the funds have been transferred," the droid said pointing towards the door.

"Pleasura doin' business with ya," he said tipping his hat before leaving.

You made a show of sneering at his back relaxing your shoulders as the door closed behind him, "Thank you," you said with another small bow.  The questioning expression on Jabba's face confirmed he wasn't the one who was eavesdropping on the coms but did show him silently questioning the gun slinger.

"Jabba ask how will you dispose of the box."

"To hide it from anyone not even you can know. However I will require a ship-"

Almost on que Hondo offered you his, eyes fixated on the wound, "Jabba says he must have someone check it over but it is acceptable."

"Your neck," Hondo hissed.

"He is surprisingly... possessive."

"Has the Cad Bane taken an interest in someone?" he said loud enough to draw people's eyes to the wounds.

"Unfortunately," you retorted, "It's one those simple ships right?" You asked quietly.

"Pshh a child could pilot it blindfolded."

"You're the best, Hondo."

"I know," he smiled, "So, why did he do it?"

"That is a story for when I get back and after to many drinks. Until then," you said noticing the approaching guards escorting you and the box to the ship. Your fingers traced the cold controls Hondo was right it was a simple ship but still more advanced then you'd care for. Managing to get it off the ground and space bound you found Bane still in orbit stilling in his view port watching, you smiled passing him as you made the jump to the best place to hide anything even beyond the Jedi's reach.

Drat dat woman, he thought watching you take off. Makin a mess an' show of me. He groaned kicking up his legs onto the dash crossing them, bringing a his fingers to his toothpick twisting it. Bane wasn't a man for feelings, he was a man of basics needs, hunting, fucking, credits and sleeping. It wasn't often he took a woman during his cycle but there had never been any lingering feelings afterwards but you had taken root inside his frozen heart making it ever so slightly thaw. The touch of your silky skin against his or how you had zero fear or reservation with your tone around him infuriated him but made him just want to kiss you until you shut it. He felt the primitive urge started to resurface as ran his tongue around him mouth still tasting you feeling himself swell. Drat. His lip twitched as he looked down at the planet knowing where the competition was, his blood boiling for a demonstration of his superiority as a partner. The toothpick broke and he tossed it.

"Mr. Bane, what is it?" Todo asked looking from his minor leg repair from being swatted at like a fly.

"Fin' ma all da info on 'er you can an' I do mean all. I wanna know what I got maself mix' up in," venom laced his words.

"Mr. Bane... Have you actually decided on a mate?" Todo inquired, "I mean you are not getting younger, dealing with your brooding is not pleasant nor your distracted-"

"Kriffin can it," he growled, "thin' life pick' for me," he muttered. He sat there waiting for the ship to return reading what Todo could find, rapidly scanning each hologram before moving onto the next. Each piece confirming how alike both of you were, smart, cunning, survivors and at time ruthless. Bane fingers drummed against his pistol the cowboy in him yelling to go handle the competition like a man while the Durosian in him conflicted wanting to win fairly out of pride. He looked at the little hologram light start blinking finding Hondo on the other side.

"Wha ya want?" He asked answering the call.

"Pshh I don't need anything from you" He said defensive, "I was actually going to ask if you needed something from me," he said smirking, "pertaining to one lovely woman."

" 'posed I did, wha' woul' it be?" he asked putting in a fresh toothpick.

"This book is something she's been looking for," Hondo said holding the old novel, "I don't know what she sees in you Mr. Bane, however the lengths she is going to knock you down a couple pegs shows you actually managed to get under that skin of hers. As... old friends, I thought it would cover one of my favors."

"I reckon' it woul' wha ya ge' outta of it?"

"We'll found out, meet me at the cantina outside the palace," Hondo switched off the call, what do I get? A chance if you mess this up. He laughed tucking the book back into his coat getting up paying the tab before heading out to the cantina to wait, "You boys watch discreetly, Bane is a wild fellow."

Bane strolled into the Cantina finding Hondo waiting the bar drinking water for a change, "Suppose ya know why long she'll be gone?" he asked swinging into the seat next to him.

Hondo pulled how his pad and asked, "A couple more hours. She's taking in the sights," rolling his eyes, "Always so curious."

"To curious for 'er own good."

"You have no idea," Hondo said howling, "Good luck. You've had woman from here to Coruscant, what is different about that one?" Hondo quietly poked recording the conversations to send you.

"Neva met a smarta woman."

"That's it?" Hondo said arching an eyebrow.

"I ain't gehetting soft."

"Fine, fine. The bite?" He scolded.

"She want' to use ma hea' room."

"Interesting, she prefers ice" Hondo replied.

You listened to the conversation, although it didn't yield the answers you were looking for it was as close enough but still far enough to make him work for it. Hondo met you in the distance saying Bane was still waiting in orbit.

"He'll find out later rather than sooner," you laughed, "I think I’m going back on vacation until he figures it out," whether you meant his feelings if such a man was capable of them or where you were was up for interpretation.

[shayochism]

@seginbeats​ //

He's-- definitely walked in on something he wasn't supposed to see. Or something he didn't WANT to see. Bloodied hands and incisors hitting the floor like dice. Giacomo inhales, quickly turning around the corner and pressing his back to the wall, as to not disrupt.

THIS had to be the "tooth fairy" he kept hearing about.

     Blood drizzles from the man’s maw as Shayan’s face lights up with sheer glee at what she had just done; one more tooth pulled from the jaws of the stranger that clicks against the floor with a satisfying sound. Any other tooth and she may have kept it, but this one was rotten, the stupid grunt not caring well enough for his teeth. What a waste.

     The corner of her vision catches sight of the stranger who darts away, her tongue sliding out to draw along her lower lip. Hm. How curious. She’s been caught mid act. Any other day and she may go berserk and tell this person to keep quiet, but perhaps something can just... Scare them to death instead. After all, it’s been, what, a month since she was last reprimanded for bullying?

     The poor grunt whimpers and whines in pain and fear alike and, as Shayan withdraws her brutal grip from his jaws, he drops to the floor, paralyzed by the idea she would do more damage and he have no choice but to do as she say. After all, Elite Agents did get some say over the lower ranks when needs be, especially the Field ones who commanded their own branches at times. But she relents, putting away the pair of vintage pliers in her breast pocket. Big, brutal things, they look old though not too rusty, are certainly well loved.

     “Who goes’a spyin’ gets their teeth pulled...” She muses in a low tone, a crooked smirk perking to her lips. “Unless they come face t’face with me an’ tell me how many teeth they do got.” She could be joking or not, but she takes a hefty step forwards to give the bleeding grunt some room, he who then runs a mile at that chance. With a sigh, her combat boots slap into some blood on the floor in another daring step towards where the stranger is, lurking ever closer.

     “C’meeeere. I won’ hurt ya really. Jus’ wanna talk.”

[hazbinned]

Plotted starter for @highstakcs !

"Are ya sure we're allowed back here?"

Angel paced back and forth, clutching at his untidy hair. His voice reeked of adrenaline, and his eyes were blown wide, pupils but tiny dots within pools of black and yellow.

Husk had just pulled him into the maintenance room of some run-down casino that Angel had never even seen before, and Angel was certain that Husk was not an employee here. That alone was cause for alarm, but the sneaking around was honestly the least of their worries at the current moment— it was the reason why they were trespassing that Angel should have been getting fussed over.

He and Husk had hit the bottles pretty hard, and had wound up in a heated argument with a group of demons who really couldn't take a joke. Thanks to Angel's smart mouth, the argument had morphed into a fight. Two against eight; an inebriated, past-his-prime Overlord and a drunken spider in high heels, versus seething, sober son-of-a-guns.

Suffice to say, as skilled as Angel and Husk were in combat, tonight was not their night. They hadn't lost (as Angel would insist upon), but they hadn't won, either. They'd met their match-- the battle just kept going, and they couldn't hold out forever.

They had started getting messy. At one point, Angel had even tripped over the curb and knocked into Husk mid-card toss, causing him to miss his mark.

Like the intelligent pair that they were, they'd decided to flee.

Down the street and in and out of alleys they'd raced, the group hot on their tail in an almost cartoonish fashion. Then Husk had found this place-- the casino-- and he and Angel had ducked inside, keeping their heads low as they hurried past patrons to the room they resided in now.

What Angel was wondering was how, and why? Husk being familiar with the layout of even one of the worst casinos in Hell wasn't a surprise, but him feeling comfortable enough to camp out in the back room of one was.

Especially because it looked like no one had been in here for years.

Maybe he knew the owner?

Angel listened at the door for any footsteps (security would be just as bad as the angry mob), and then, tentatively, glanced over his shoulder at Husk.

"... I think we've lost 'em," he hissed, stepping back. Glimpses were cast at the leaky pipes on the ceiling, the puddles on the floor, and the dated power tools and casino memorabilia that lay here and there, dusty and dirty. It wasn't a bright closet, but Angel could see fairly well.

Now that he could breathe, he could laugh about the situation.

"Y'know, Whiskers," he said, hand on his hip as he strutted towards him, "For a hot minute there, I thought we was fucked."

[zyrc]

while u were out there doin NICHE i was workin!!!

[ellatoone7]

Future can wait (Alessia Russo x Reader)

"I would break up with you for Anna Kendrick." It took Alessia a few seconds to process what you just said, you were currently cuddled up to your girlfriend with your head on her shoulder and legs intertwined while watching pitch perfect for the 100th time.

"Huh?”Alessia was dumbfounded at what you said, "What does she have that I don't." You clear your throat playfully, "Where do I start." Alessia snapped her head towards you making you laugh. She gives you a nod to let you know you could continue, "First of all you can't sing." Alessia scoffs before sitting up straighter.

"I saw the sign..."

You stared at her in shock before bursting out into a fit of giggles at your girlfriends off key performance. Alessia pouts before slumping back into the couch. "What else?"

Recovering you cup her face, "Well, she that whole. grunge vibe." Alessia scoffed while crossing her arms, "I'm not dying my hair." You sigh disappointedly, "Yeah, I know." You lean your head back against her shoulder as you focus on your celebrity crush.

"I have known you for years and you haven't mentioned her once." Alessia accuses as she shrugs you off, "Well yeah, cause I know you'd get jealous." Alessia goes to argue but the pointed look you gives her cause her to shut her mouth in defeat.

"Fine, I'd leave you for Zac Efron." You freeze before slowly turning to face your smug girlfriend. "You can't do that he's a boy!" Alessia just shrugs before relaxing back, pleased with herself.

"Don't you have some sort of football thing to go to." Alessia chuckles before slipping an arm around you. "You're funny." A quick kiss to the lips and just like that both of you forgot about the petty little argument.

Alessia felt you shiver against her, " "You cold, Darling?" You nod before sighing, "Your body heat seemed to disappear after you mentioned him.? Alesia laughed loudly before kissing your cheek while getting up.

"I'm gonna take advantage of my couple days off and you some popcorn, you want some?" You pause the movie, "yes, please. Get the blankets." Alessia chuckles while nodding big before she goes you tug her back.

"Hurry back, you're warm." Alessia smiles gently before kissing you softly. You try to occupy yourself as you beat your girlfriend fiddle with the microwave. Looking around your house you smile, you thought it was perfect when you first bought it and you still feel the same way now.

After moving to America to be with Less you both had practically lived together in her dorm. So, it was only logical that you found a house whne you moved back to England. Sure, it was small but it was your home nonetheless.

You had deen Iving tnere Tor 3 years now. Mime ya differed you and Less a place just until you found your bearings which you took gratefully but as much as you loved living with Millie and Ella you knew you and Alessia needed some privacy.

"Babe! I can't figure out what button to press, it's not even...will you get in here and help please!" Your girlfriends plea for help pulls you out of your daydream. "Yeah, yeah! I'm coming Less." As you stand up to go help Alessia you knock over a photo, catching it just in time.

The photo is of you and Alessia after she won the euros. You were both drunk off your heads, you had your arms wrapped around the blonde's neck with her medal around your own as you both gaze at each other with the most love suck expressions.

Ella had snapped the picture mid celebrations and you couldn't be more grateful. In fact your whole house was covered in cute little Polaroids and framed pictures of the two of you from when you were 5 to now. Taking one more look around you smile, proud of the life you and Alessia had made.

Eventually, when you and Less get married and have kids, new pictures will replace the current ones of your ever growing family but that was for the future and as excited as you were for that you could live with more of these lazy days with your favourite person in the whole world.

You decide to go help your girlfriend with the microwave, "I bet Zac Efron wouldn't help you with the microwave." You both fell back into that petty argument with small smile splayed across both your faces.

[1zukuz]

THEIR S/O IS A SIMP

KENMA, SUNA, HINATA, ATSUMU, BOKUTO, SAKUSA

INCLUDES: swearing, pregnancy talk for bokuto, just fluff <3

"WHY'RE YOU CRYING?" kenma softly asks, wiping away tears with his sleeve. the light glow of the T.V illuminating both of your faces, his concerned one and your watery smile plastered on your lips. you sniffle and shrug, averting your eyes sheepishly. "i dunno...you were just really sweet just now." kenma gave you a blank look, blinking for what seems like eternity. was this how low the bar has gotten? "all i did was ask if you wanted the sims." "'n i do! you read my mind!" kenma stumbles back against the couch, your arms laced around him while sitting in his lap. his cheeks warm and he rubs circles in your back like always, the feeling familiar yet foreign to him. how you loved him so much to shed tears over him would never fail to make his heart pound. "love you, ken." "i love you too. i'll buy you anything you want."

"OH, SUNA, Y/N HAS TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!" surprisingly relaxed, suna grips your hand while eating a slice of pie, a lazy handsome smile adorning his face. you freeze, sending pleading looks to your mom who only grinned back mischievously. "really? what about?" he asks, but only looking at your cute embarrassed expression. he wished he could take a picture of it in his mind, save the memory forever. "oh, just the usual! 'mom, i'm in loveee~' or 'mom i'm gonna have his kidsss~" "MOTHER!" you yelp, releasing your boyfriends hand and covering your face. suna's quiet laughter followed. "or my favorite, 'mom, i don't ever wanna see him with anyone else, i've been in love with him since 5th grade: now he's all mine.'" had this woman kept transcripts of your conversations with her?! you spared a glance at your boyfriend with hands still covering your face. his chin rested in his hand as his eyes filled with love, laughing lightly. your mom only smiled, feeling satisfied.

"AH, HINATA, 'M SO PROUD!" the orange middle blocker hugged you tightly and smiled in your neck. he had just won another game, finally returning home. though his muscles and feet killed him, you both seemed to run on the adrenaline that was his latest victory. you pull away from his grasp, grabbing his cheeks, describing how well he played. "and then he tried to block you, but nope! my baby got through and-" stopping your rant mid sentence he kisses you, panting breaths and all. smiling gleefully he gripped your waist tighter as if you were going to float away. you pulled away after a few seconds, peppering his face in kisses. "c'mon, you don't wanna keep the food waiting!" "aw, sunshine, you shouldn't have! thanks!"

ATSUMU blinks, the mess of the kitchen making him snort and then immediately stops once he notices your small pout while seated on the ground. he drops his duffel bag at the door and sits next to you, a deformed red cake in front of you. putting his arm around you he stifles laughter and you pout more, leaning on his shoulder. "ya wanna talk about it or do ya just wanna sit here with flour on our asses." sighing, you rubbed your eyes. "i was trying to make you a cake...it was gonna be a heart with our initials... but then the fuckin' cake cutter broke, put too much frosting and-" atsumu's blood runs cold. shit. was it a special occasion? anniversary? holiday? "sorry to cut ya off, angel, but... what for? what's today?" he asks quietly, afraid of the backlash. you look up at him, a confused tilt of your head. "huh? no, todays nothing special. just wanted to do something for you. but it failed!" you wail, looking at the sad lump of cake. atsumu's infamous contagious smile graces his lips as he pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "yer gonna make my heart explode, y'know that? stop being so fuckin' cute, angel."

"BO, HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT? WAIT, DO YOU EVEN WANT KIDS?" you ask, playing with his fingers while he laid your head in your lap. "of course i want kids! your kids, of course!" his pretty smile in the golden hour glow made your heart throb out of your chest. "mm... i've always dreamed about having four. maybe even fi-" "okay, i'm gonna be stretched out and butt-fuck ugly by the time we get two." bokuto shoots up from your lap, a frown on his usually enthusiatic face. "not true! take it back!" your smile only widens. "it is true." "is not." "is too!" "is not!" you laugh at his determination, his frown melting away at the sound. "you're too cute, kou. love you so much," suddenly feeling soft, you crawl into his lap instead, not letting go of him for the world. the worlds strongest people couldn't pull you away from him, not when the warm fuzzy feeling you get around koutarou, your koutarou, was much stronger. bokuto, confusingly looks down at your blissful face. "thought we were arguing..."

SLUMPING FURTHER INTO HIS FRAME, sakusa thinks his day can't get any worse. "spoke too soon," he gruffly mutters, coming home to an empty house. he knows it empty because none of the T.V's are on, nor is your sweet perfume gracing his nose while you call out 'omi!'. that was all he wanted. all he wanted, universe! why couldn't it grant him one simple thing for his shit day- "omi? sorry, i was pickin' up something to surprise you!" you happily say from behind him, his thoughts deafening him from the apparent door opening and you slipping inside. in one smooth motion, he drops his things and wraps his arms around you, breathing out against your shoulder. kiyoomi didn't even care if you hugged back or not, just finding your presence comforting. "hi, love." "hi, baby. but look, look at what i got!" pulling out of his grasp, you slide out a black MSBY jersey. it was an exact copy of his, though in your size. "we're gonna match at your next game! oh and," your smile dropped into a pleading look, looking in his eyes like he hung the moon, stars and sun himself. "i'm sorry i couldn't go to your last ones, felt guilty about it all day." stroking his cheek with your thumb, sakusa sighs and nods wordlessly. who knew his shit day could be fixed in the span of five minutes.

taking requests ! ! :P

[dumpthestorys]

Subway Pole Dancing

in where ingo and emmet catch their s/o pole dancing on the subway cameras.

Ingo

listen its late and this poor man has the night shift

running on like three cups of coffee and is working on his fourth

the depot agent that usually takes over for the subway bosses at night called in. so being the understanding boss he is ingo took over

it was only him and maybe a handful of depot agents. most of who were absent from the monitoring room

now im not going to say s/o was a little upset that ingo took the night shift to leave her all alone….

but she was upset that ingo took the night shift and left her alone

sipping from his freshly poured fourth cup of coffee, ingo checked over the paper work from that nights train maintenance. for the most part the night was normal and ran slow, as usual

all it took was one glance up at a random monitor for ingo to spit out the mouthful he just took from his mug to see his s/o spinning around on a pole with her legs wrapped around it.

she switched poses, walked around the pole before climbing to the top to do a mid-air split. spun around on that bitch. it was mesmerizing

he stared as she worked that pole as if she had done this her whole life

wait she can pole dance??? since when??

ingo immediately slammed his clipboard and coffee onto the console [bby be careful those aint cheap] and staring bugged eyed at the monitor as his face slowly grew hotter.

he quickly fumbled with the buttons on the consol to turn on the pa system for that particular train car.

“BELOVED PLEASE STOP SPINNING AROUND ON THAT POLE!! THAT IS UNSAFE AND IM CERTAIN ITS AGAINST SOME SAFTY REGULATION!!!!”

did i say the pa system for THAT train car? i meant the whole station.

depot agents everywhere were confused and looking around, some in a short panic cause ingo used his conductor voice that could wake the dead in kanto.

once the train came to a stop, s/o was greeted by a very flustered and red faced subway boss who stuttered every other word.

“b-beloved…” he was beyond flustered, mark him down as deceased.

needless to say, he never took another night shift again.

Emmet

this poor man has had a long day. too many back to back battles.

tho he isnt complaining too much cause he won the majority of them.

but someone was going to get a stern talking to about over scheduling battles in one day.

to top it all off he had to do overtime cause the trains automated system needed to be updated. the depot agent in charge of that got hurt trying to separate some rowdy passengers. thus, emmet was working late.

now this wasnt unusual for the man cause he was as much of a workaholic as his brother. so his s/o was use to these late night shifts.

tho she wasnt mad she sure was lonely.

like, really lonely.

like, “let me go see my husband in the dead of night and tease him” lonely.

so while emmet sat in his chair and made sure all the systems got updated, he played around with a stress toy of a jigglypuff someone left behind.

it was cute cause if ya squeeze it its eyes bugged out.

emmet did that several times while laid back in a chair, occasionally looking up at the laptop to check the progress of the updates.

while doing so, lo and behold~ something on the monitor has piqued his interest.

and on his battle line subway train no less.

it was his lovely s/o~ the light of his life~ his beautiful-wait what is she doing with that pole????

the grip he had on that jiggilypuff was so strong not only did its eyes bugg out they exploded

emmets smile grew ten time that night.

his s/o worked that pole as if life itself depended on it!

no way in hell was he going to watch this from a monitor! by arceus he was going to get front row seats!!!

emmet raced out of that office faster than a pikachu could recharge a battery.

he beelined past depot agents and late night passengers alike. the only thing that could stop him now was if a horde of joltiks busted out of the ground and dragged him in!

needless to say, the show was so much better upfront. and there was a possibility you needed assistance getting back to the car.

[the-atlas-sister]

Making Out (Aoba Johsai Boys)

Oikawa:

I swear to god, you thought, stomping around the empty school halls. Oikawa, your shitty boyfriend was late for his volleyball practice, which was rare. But since everyone knew you were dating, the team made you go look for him.

"SHITTYKAWA!" you yelled, frustrated with your pretty-boy boyfriend. Suddenly, a hand reached out of a classroom and grabbed you before pulling you in. You screamed, only for a hand to cover your mouth.

"Hush, Little Cutie, it's not time for you to scream yet," Oikawa's voice chuckled.

"Oikawa!" you exclaimed, pushing him away. "What the hell? You should be at practice!"

"I knew they'd send you after me," Oikawa smirked, picked you up by your thighs. He placed you on one of the empty desks, standing between your legs.

"You suck," you scoffed, leaning back on your palms.

"You're starting to sound like Iwaizumi," Oikawa pouted.

"Maybe I should go get him to kick your ass," you said, ignoring Oikawa's pout as he leaned forward.

"I'd rather you do it," he smirked, making you snort.

"First of all, what ass?" you joked, making Oikawa frown again with a whine. "Second, was that supposed to be kinky?"

"Kinda," he mumbled- his ears flushing pink.

"You suck at this," you giggled but wrapped your arms around the taller boy's neck. "But your cute."

Oikawa smiled slightly at the sweet compliment.

"But you still need to get back to practice," you said.

"In a bit," Oikawa smirked, pulling you close to him by your hips. Before you could answer, he pressed his lips against yours. You rolled your eyes but kissed back. You cupped the sides of his neck. "I love you, cutie," he mumbled, leaning back a bit.

"Shut up and kiss me," you mumbled, pulling him back.

You felt him smirk against your lips, his hands moving around your waist. He licked your bottom lip gently, and you opened your mouth- letting his talented tongue slip through. You let out a breathy sigh and his tongue massaged your own. "Little Cutie," he teased, pulling away and kissing down your jaw.

You laced your fingers through his soft hair as he moved down to your neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. You moaned quietly as he reached your soft spot skillfully. "Oik-"

"I swear to god you two," Iwaizumi sighed from the doorway of the classroom. "You can't keep your hands off each other for ten seconds, can you?"

"You're just jealous you don't have a little lady of your own," Oikawa smirked.

Iwaizumi scowled before stomping towards the two of you, grabbing your boyfriend's collar.

Oikawa yelped as his friend yanked on him, pulling him away. "Bye, Y/N," he said, bowing slightly before smacking Oikawa.

Iwaizumi:

"Y/n!" Oikawa exclaimed, bursting into your room.

"What do you want idiot?" you asked, looking at him.

"Iwa-chan is coming over," Oikawa stated. You smiled brightly at the mention of your boyfriend. "So, stay in here."

"Why?" you frowned. "He's my boyfriend."

"I'm aware," Oikawa frowned. "But he's here to see me, so I don't need you to distract him."

"Your ridiculous," you scoffed.

"Just... stay!" Oikawa stated, pointing at you.

You stuck your tongue out at your older brother. "You can't keep me here forever!" you called as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

***

"There you are," Iwazumi said, walking into your room with a smile.

"Hajme," you smiled back, jumping out of your bed.

"Where have you been?" he asked as you wrapped your arms around the taller boy's waist. "You've left me with Shittykawa." You tucked your head against Iwaizumi's chest, humming as he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

"He forebade me from the rest of the house," you said, looking up at Iwaizumi.

"Why?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

"So I wouldn't distract you," you shrugged. "I think my dummy brother is getting jealous of how much time I'm spending with his best friend."

"Well, I wanna spend time with you," Iwaizumi stated.

"Since when have you been all soft?" you teased, making him blush.

"Shut up," he grumbled. "Lazykawa's in the bathroom, so do you wanna do something?" He smirked. "Jump- will ya?" You jumped and Iwaizumi caught your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

"What are you suggesting, Boss?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"What do you think Babygirl?" he smirked, placing kissing along the side of your neck.

"Do we have time?" you questioned, lacing one hand through Iwaizumi's hair.

"Sure we do," he stated, biting down on the skin between your shoulder and neck.

"Okay," you said, grabbing Iwaizumi's face and smashing his lips against yours.

Iwaizumi gripped your thighs tighter, making you gasp gently. He smiling slightly, slipping his tongue past your lips. You let him take domanice- knowing better then to challenge him.

"Iwa!" Oikawa yelped, making the two of you pull apart. "I knew you'd be here." You let out a tired sigh. "Y/N! I told you to stay away today!" he whined.

"He came in here!" you defended, hopping out of Iwaizumi's grasp. "So yell at him!"

"I-" Oikawa was cut off by Iwaizumi slamming the door in his face. "HEY!" Iwaizumi smirked, locking it.

"Where were we?"

Kyōtani Kentarō:

You looked up from your phone when you heard stomping down your hallway, followed by your bedroom door being slammed open.

He grunted, making you cock an eyebrow.

"You know I can't understand you when you grunt," you stated, looking back at your phone.

"Where the hell where you?" Kyōtani asked, glaring at you from your doorway.

"Um-" you looked around before looking back at him, confused. "Here?"

"We had a game," Kyōtani scowled, walking further into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh," you said, putting down your phone and sitting up. "How was it?"

"We won," he said, but he still held his scowl.

"That's great!" you said, smiling.

"Why the hell weren't you there?" he snapped, standing in front of your bed.

"I figured you didn't want me to distract you," you stated as Kyōtani sat at the end of your bed.

"What made you think that?" he scoffed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him.

"That's why you hate Oikawa's fangirls," you shrugged, letting Kyōtani pull you into his lap. "And you won, so maybe I'm right."

"Shittykawa's fangirls are just screaming about how attractive he is," Kyōtani stated, wrapping his arms around your waist.  "You don't do that."

"So... I'm like your good luck charm?" you smirked.

Kyōtani blushed and let out a gentle grunt. He leaned forward, but you gripped his chin- stopping him.

"You have to say it," you teased.

He growled lowly. "Fine- you're... my good luck charm," he grumbled, pressing his head against your chest.

"Aw," you smiled, running your fingers over his scalp.

"Can I kiss you now?" he grumbled against your chest.

You cupped his face, bringing him to face you. "Go ahead," you smiled.

Kyōtani gave you one of his rare smiles before pressing his lips against yours. You let your eyes flutter closed as your draped your arms over the blondes shoulders.

He pulled you closer by your hips- if possible, his kiss getting rougher. He bit down on your lip- making you gasp gently. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips.

Your tongues fought for domanice, making Kyōtani let out a low growl before taking over your mouth.

You pulled away, gasping slightly for air.

Kyōtani gripped your chin and tilted your head up. He placed wet kisses down your throat, making you breath shakily.

"Be at our next game," he snarled, biting down just above your collar bone. "Understand?" You moaned softly in response. "Good girl." He continued to place hickies up and down your neck.

"Hey Y/n-" your younger sibling said, walking into your room. They stopped mid-sentence- their eyes going wide at your current position.

"Hey, s/n," you said- your voice quiet with embarrassment. Your sibling smiled. "No, don't-"

"MOM!"

[kuroos-moon]

『Sakusa Will Not Confess』

A/n: this was really fun to write for me, hope this turned out fine 

pairing: Sakusa x reader 

wc: 1.3 k 

➪ he doesn’t know since when, all he knows is that from the bottom of his heart, he sincerely liked you 

➪ and maybe you like him too, with the smiles reserved for him to see and the way you usually approach him first before anyone else after practice

➪ the problem is, there’s no way in hell he was going to tell you 

➪ so you better figure it out yourself, alright? 

“That was cool!” You say proudly with so much excitement as you make your way over to the boys. “Thanks y/n,” Bokuto beams but frowns immediately when he realized you weren’t talking to him. 

You’ve held up your hands to high-five Oomi, and the others cringed, knowing your enthusiasm was bound to be rejected. Oomi doing high-fives? Never. 

“You think so?” He muses, and to everyone’s surprise, he places his hands against yours. All their jaws drop simultaneously as they watched the two of you. Yeah, Atsumu knew Oomi liked you, but the palm to palm contact and he’s not even cringing away from you yet??? 

➪ needless to say, ever since that day, everyone but you knew how Sakusa liked you ➪ and Atsumu’s the most frustrated, are you really so blind? 

“Y/n, I’m telling ya, he likes ya a lot,” Atsumu says, both hands on your shoulders to have you listen to what you thought was nonsense. “Oomi? He’s just really nice, don’t make it a big deal Tsum.” 

“Oh really? Perfect! He’s here, now watch,” he grins, inhaling a big breath before shouting, “Y/n! Yer too funny! Let me hug ya!” 

“Wha-” you yelp when you’re pulled by your wrist gently away from the said blonde. His grin grows wider as he looks back at Sakusa who managed to march by your side in an instant. “See ya,” he winks at you before walking away.

Confused, you decided that it was simply best to just give up on trying to understand Atsumu and his antics. 

“Ohayo Oomi!” You beam at the curly-haired player who still had his mask on. “Ohayo,” he smiles behind his mask, and after chasing away that said smile, he takes his mask off. 

“Did you eat breakfast?” He asks, reaching down his bag as he looked for something. “Uh no, not yet, I’m about to though,” you say while stepping away to leave a fair enough space for him. 

He raises a brow at your actions. “You took off your mask,” you explain, and he nods. “Here,” he holds out his sanitizer, and you look at him unsurely. 

“Oomi offering his sanitizer?! That’s like a proposal already!” Hinata dramatically exclaims, suddenly appearing between the two of you; the orange was quick to walk away though upon receiving Sakusa’s death glare. 

“Oomi don’t be so mean early in the morning,” you scold, looking back at him as you realized he was still holding out his sanitizer. He only clicks his tongue before taking a step towards you, “hands,” he shortly says and you automatically hold them up. 

“Now you could hold my hand,” he mumbles more to himself as he watched you rub your hands together. “What?” You ask, but he shakes his head. 

“Let’s go,” he starts to walk ahead of you. “Where?” You follow him anyway.

“To eat breakfast,” he says, starting to put on a new mask as you both near the door leading outside. He already ate, he just felt like accompanying you.

“I know you eat at home, why do you have to come with me?” You raise a brow at him as you both walk side by side; you were quite in the ‘Sakusa’s personal space’ zone, he simply doesn’t mind. 

“You’ll probably eat fast food again if I’m not around,” he rolls his eyes. 

➪ at this point, you can’t help but wonder maybe Atsumu was making sense, maybe even a little 

➪ why would he, the germaphobe of the century, care so much to accompany you eat simply because he doesn’t want you to eat so unhealthily? 

➪ would he rather not stay inside the gym to avoid more exposure to crowds? 

“Why are you still here?” You ask in surprise, having just come out of the storage room to find Sakusa leaning on the wall. “Are you finally finished?” He asks, making his way towards you. 

“Yes, but that’s not the point. You guys have a match tomorrow,” you narrow your eyes at him. You scoff when he ignores you and turns away, walking towards the exit. 

“Sakusa Kiyoomi were you waiting for me?” You ask and he stops on his tracks. “Why else would I be here?” He sarcastically says. 

“You were supposed to rest,” you scold, now standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. He narrows his eyes at you, “I could rest earlier if you don’t keep me here longer, let’s just go home,” he says. 

“You are my personal headache Oomi, I just don’t get you sometimes,” you lightheartedly say, recalling how he’s been giving you so much exceptions and special treatment; it was kind of frustrating because you can’t help but assume things. 

Your breath hitches when he gently pats your head, you swear it was the least thing you’d expect from him. Sure, you were used to how he had no problem with how your skin would come in contact sometimes but this was on a whole other level for you. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him, his hand still resting on your head. He doesn’t answer. “My hair has all kinds of dust and germs Oomi, why are you-” 

“I know,” he cuts you off, taking his hand away. You click your tongue when he reaches for his sanitizer at the side of his bag. “What’s the point of touching my hair?” 

“I wanted to give you a pat on the head, is that a problem?” He asks. “Yes, it is. It really is. What’s that even supposed to mean? Do you like me?” You ask him and he holds no reaction at all. 

“I do, it’s clear as day,” he shrugs before walking ahead once more. “Now hurry up so I can get you home, it’s past my bedtime,” he glares at you who stood petrified to the spot. 

“Did you just confess?” You ask in disbelief. “I did not.” He grumpily replies before he finally walks away again. “Tsk, bedtime? What are you, a child?” You catch up with him, and he thankfully slows down his strides to match yours.

“I shouldn’t have waited,” he mutters under his breath and you only laugh at him. 

➪ it was quick to be noted by the media and the fans how you both had chemistry 

➪ between matches, fancams are directed to the both of you as Oomi wordlessly grabs the water bottle in your hand

➪ he’s just never been that way with his past managers because he could get his own safe and clean water by himself thank you very much 

➪ also, pictures and videos of the two of you high-fiving each other during their breaks are all over the internet 

The match is over, they won, and the exhausted Oomi sits beside you on the bench. “You were great Oomi,” you say and he nods in thanks. 

“Can I pat your head too?” Your question caught him off guard as he looks at you in surprise, his hand stopping mid-action as he was about to drink water again. 

“I’m sweaty,” he recovers, looking away from you. He freezes when he feels your hand on top of his head, but relaxes after a second when he realized how nice it felt. 

“Happy?” He asks you after you pull your hand away and you grin. “Ecstatic.” 

“Good,” he says, and without warning, he leans his head on your shoulder. “Uhm, Oomi, this could be all over the net already,” you stutter as your heart rapidly beats against your ribcage. 

“Saves me the trouble from telling the others I won you over then.”