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[bunnyrafe]

kissing all of you on the forehead & also praying for some kind of writing insp to hit me because i really miss rafe…

[world-of-aus]

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI (Porn with a substantial amount of plot fingering, P in V, pet names, bucky barnes.)

Author's Note: Installment 4 here we go! So sorry for the delay but writing should be coming more close as I enjoy my spring break! Hope you all enjoy and happy readings Buns!

Tony Stark was always looking for the next best thing to boosts his websites rating. 

“Any of the scenes catching your eye?” 

Bucky looked up from the script titles, eyes meeting his boss, a shake to his head. 

‘Step-sister helps me relax’ 

‘Horny sitter cums clean’ 

‘Caught stepbrother smelling my underwear’ 

Bucky grimaces at that one, “Jesus stark, who the hell wrote these titles?” he says as he slides the page back at his boss. 

Tony laughs as he picks up the paper he laid out for Bucky minutes prior to scan them again himself. His grimace mirrored his stars, he's tossing the page back down on the desk, “they were sent to me by the scripting company,” he answers with a heavy breath, “apparently this is what the people want, this is the sex that’s selling.” 

Bucky’s looking down at the page again, reading through the titles, “stark hubs dabbled in these categories before, but shouldn’t we be bringing something new, something we haven’t filmed before instead of just slapping on a raunchy title to one of our viewers favorites?” 

Tony tilts his head, “that would be ideal, yes – but this is what is selling right now, this is what the viewers want.”  

The brunette shakes his head rubbing at his stubble, “Do you have the list of costars for me this week?” 

Tony goes to answer his question but a knock stops him, both their eyes going to the door. Pepper pops her head in with a warm smile a paper in her hand, “got the list of girls that are available for this week.” She says letting herself in, you following in right after her a warm smile and greeting on your lips, Bucky returns the sentiment. 

“Wonderful,” Tony grins grabbing the page from his wife, looking it over before sliding it to him, “got that list for you right here Barnes.” Bucky gives his boss an unamused look, grabbing the page to scan the names, his eyes finding your name right away looking over your open days. 

“Y/n sit,” Tony offers the seat next to Bucky, “maybe you and Pepper can help us here.” Bucky continues to scan the list of names and days available while Tony explains what they had gone over before you and Pepper had come in. 

Bucky’s placing the list down just as you’re picking up the list of titles, Tony laughs at the grimace that kisses your features, “this came from the scripting company? You question passing the page to Pepper, “are they running out of titles?”  

Peppers reaction is similar to yours, “this is what’s  selling?” Tony nods leaning back in his chair, “unfortunately it is, it’s all the hype right now.” 

“Getting caught smelling your stepsisters underwear though? I mean Im not kink shaming but that cant be that hot.” 

Bucky chuckles next to you, “My thoughts exactly, the only way that title is selling is if the sex that comes after.” 

You nod turning to Pepper, “I guess I’ll do solos and Cams this week, work on my views.” Your boss nods jotting it down already, Bucky turns to your brows furrowed, but Tony asks the question burning his tongue, “not feeling up to working with the guys this week kid, the soldier not do his job last week?” 

You laugh, “the soldier did his job and then some -” 

“So what’s the problem then?” stark jumps in. 

“Aside from the bad titles,” you say pointing to the paper, “m’not really comfortable with the list of costars left to choose from, I’d rather get myself off.” 

“I think I get you off just fine y/n.” it’s out of Buckys mouth before he can stop it. You turn to catch his gaze, “I could take any of those titles and have you coming within the first thirty minutes.” 

Your tongue runs along your cheek, “I know you can, but I’m not trying to step on any toes.” 

The brunettes brows furrow, head tilted in question, “step on toes?” Tony questions drawing your attention away from Bucky. You nod, you hadn’t wanted to bring this up, but from the look on the broad-shouldered brunette sitting next to you, he deserved to know. “Carter approached me in the lockers this morning, said she had Bucky the whole week.” You leave out the part where she said Bucky only filmed with you for the views and now that your ratings were high enough his job of filming with you was done. “She had overheard me and Wanda talking about our plans for this week, I mentioned wanting to work with Bucky, that’s when she approached me to tell me she had you for the week.” 

He licks over his lip, jaw ticking, “So its not that I don’t want to work with you, and have you fuck me silly to one of those raunchy titles,” you say drawing a low whistle from Tony,  but you wanted to make your intentions of working with him still known. “But I assumed you were booked for the week with the way Carter approached me this morning – I’m not trying to make enemies of the girls.” 

“Listen kid,” Tony speaks up drawing your attention, “schedules have to go through me for final approval, Carter can say she has Bucky booked for the week but if it’s not approved by me it ain’t happening, so if you wanna work with him add it to your schedule and I’ll give the final approval, and given the ratings the two of you have been getting it’ll be the first approved.” 

“Give me Friday,” you say gaze finding Bucky’s, “I’d like to start my weekend off with a bang, won’t be a problem – right soldier.” 

Bucky runs his devious tongue over his lower lip, “not a problem at all, I’ll give you something to hold you over till next week.” 

Tony claps his hand, grin on his features, “you sure you just want Friday kid?” Bucky watches you nod your head, “yeah, I really wanna do some solos with some new pieces I purchased last week.” The man raises a brow, “pieces we might get a peek of Friday?” 

“I have the perfect piece.” 

Tony grins, “well its settled you’ll do solos Monday through Thursday film with the soldier Friday.” 

“Thank you Tony.” 

“No problem kid,” he replies watching you and his wife stand the two of you making your exit. He watches you wave at Bucky promising to see him Friday it’s only after the doors closed behind the two of them that Tony turns to his star. “Something tells me you’ll see her before Friday.” 

Bucky shakes his head with a chuckle, “unless she accepts an invitation to join us at the bar when we go during the week I won’t see her till Friday.” 

“Speaking of Friday,” Tony turns the discussion, “how would you feel filming something new.” 

Bucky looks at his boss in question, “you mean something not on the list?” Tony nods, “mobile recorded videos have been a hit lately on other sites, I’m thinking we could dip our toes, try a new category here at stark hub.” 

“What did you have in mind?” the brunette questions. 

“So where do you want me?” 

The kitchen. 

The living room. 

Shower. 

Bucky wanted to take you apart on every inch of his apartment, and the longer he stood here watching you in that set the longer he had time to think maybe going along with starks idea hadn’t been his best. Yes, it had been Starks bright idea to have Bucky film an ‘amateur’ scene with y/n where he had her in his bed to see what the viewers might think about it, but it had been Bucky who offered his actual bed, that probably wasn’t the smartest thought he’s had, amongst all the filthiest. 

“B,’ you laugh softly, “if you want, we can get a set instead, maybe just haul your sheets with us so its mor natural - this is your space I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, I’m sure Tony will understand and can set us up.” Your words seem to bring him out of his reverie, his gaze finding yours, “sweetheart,” he chuckles licking over his lower lip, “I am anything but uncomfortable right now, if anything I’m holding myself back from taking you on every surface of my space I want you everywhere.” 

A grin pulls at your lips, “well no one's here to tell us what to do, so why don’t you?” 

The growl ripping from his chest is your only warning as he closes the distance between the two of you, hands going around you as he grips at your under thighs hoisting you in his arms. 

You let out a surprised laugh, your arms hooking around his neck though it’s short-lived as he drops you on his bed, his body covering yours, lips a breath away. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me soldier?” 

Bucky consumes your laugh with a press of his lips to yours, and a roll.of his hips that has you moaning into his mouth. 

“You feel how happy you’ve made me?” 

You arch up into the press of his hips as you chase his lips, “put it in – please.” 

He groans into your parted lips; stark was really testing his patience with this scene he offered him. “I plan on it, but right now I need you to be a good girl and get yourself real comfortable in my sheets, ass out for me to play with, you think you can do that for me?” 

You’re nodding your head in answer but it’s the soldiers’ time to play. He grips your jaw, “words Eden, you can’t be that cock drunk yet.” 

“Yes sir.” 

He grins planting a kiss on your waiting lips, “good girl, get up there.” You do as he says sliding up the bed, you don’t get far before he stops you with a hand on your hip. “Oh, and Eden keep being a good girl for me and you’ll really be staying the night tonight.” 

His words have your heart racing in your chest, teeth biting back the grin that threatens to break your lips. You're thankful for the pillow and sheets that hide the warmth filling your cheeks, though it does little to quell the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Everything smells like him; you want to drown in it. 

You situate yourself in his sheets curled onto your side, leg hiked high in the sheets leaving your bottom pushed out for him. You burrow yourself into his pillow eyes shutting as if you were really asleep, as if he had really let Eden Ivy stay the night.  

The room is quiet, darker now as he shuts off the light, you can feel him shuffle around his room, but don’t know where he is till you feel the dip of his bed behind you. Behind your closed lids you can see the faint light of the flash from his phone's camera. A true ‘amateur’ film touch. 

His touch comes shortly after and you can’t help the quiet ‘sleepy’ moan that builds in your chest, he shushes you softly, as his hand dancing over the skin of your exposed thigh. His hands feel you up groping you through the flimsy red fabric of your set. It doesn’t conceal the skin beneath it, the set so sheer he can see your the slick gathering between your thighs. 

He cups your pussy drawing another murmured moan from your lips, you shift in your ‘sleep’ and he stills. When you settle again he pulls the ‘wet’ fabric to the side giving the camera a picturesque view of your “petty wet pussy”. A shiver rolls itself down your spine when he slips a digit into your wet awaiting heat, it takes all of you not to ‘wake-up’, you moan instead. He fucks you with the lone digit, pulling it out just enough to stick another alongside the first.  

“So wet Eden, you dirty girl, wonder what you’re dreaming of.” 

You push back into his hand letting your moans build as he fucks his fingers into you, he doesn't let up in the build of your pleasure, sliding a third finger in to stretch you out for his cock. “Gotta get you stretched out for me Eden, gonna fuck this pretty little pussy – make it better than your dreams.” 

The ‘please’ is out of your lips before you can stop yourself, he chuckles body finally finding yours as he presses up against you, his phone still angled at your pussy where he fucks his fingers into you with vigor. “My pretty girl waking up for more, didn’t feed you enough earlier?” he questions. 

His words have you whimpering, he presses a wet kiss to your neck, licking your skin, “don’t worry baby,” he murmurs, “I’ve got you, don’t even have to open your eyes, gonna take real good care of you.” You find you want to open your eyes; you want to see him. You want to look into those cerulean blue eyes gone dark, those all to pink pouty lips parted in pleasure, you wanted to kiss him.  

And you do, your head turning, seeking out his lips, he goes to you easily, lips finding yours tasting you with his tongue.  

“Fuck I gotta get my cock in there, put you right back to sleep sweet girl.” 

His fingers slip from your pussy hand hooking around your thigh as he gets you into position. He slips his grey joggers down just enough to get his hardened cock out. He gets annoyed with his phone trying to find the perfect angle to slide against you, he finds it groan building in his chest as he presses forward, the head of his cock pressing past your drenched folds, his hips roll forward the tip of his cock brushing against your clit. 

The noises you make are music to his ears, he wants more. 

Grabbing hold of his leaking cock he drags it through your slick folds pressing into your warm heat, a moan falling from your lips as he bottoms out, your body pushes back, ass flush against his hips. 

His head meets your shoulder, ragged breaths fanning across your skin, “fuck this pussy is addicting,” he groans feeling you flutter and clench around the length of him. 

He pulls his hips back, cock sliding out from within you till only the tip is left, he slides back in again making sure to get every inch of it. The buildup is slow, as he fucks up into you, he wants to capture every part of the way your pussy takes him, and he lets you know just how well she is. “She takes me so well, always so fucking hungry for it.” 

If you had trouble keeping quiet then, it's almost impossible to quiet your moans now as he fucks into you with vigor, a steady speed which has the sweetest groans of pleasure falling from your lips and his. “Fuck you’re close aren’t you, can feel her clenching for me baby, you wanna cum for me?” He quickens his thrusts, pressing himself deep, your walls fluttering around him as pleasure builds.    

“Soldat,” you whine low in your throat as if you’re being roused from the depths of your sleep. “There she is,” he chuckles picking up speed needing to bring you to that release. It doesn’t take you long to fall apart around him, his cock taking you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. Moan's part your lips, fingers curling around the sheets as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your stage name falls from his lips in a silent prayer, “come for me,” you breathe, “fill me up again.” 

Your words have him falling over the edge with you, his jaw clenching as his orgasm washes over him, his stomach muscles tense, as he spills into you, warm spurts filling your core. “Fuck take it, take my cum Eden.” 

You’d take it all and then some if he let you. 

You groan when he slips his cock from you, the flash on his phone bright as he shines it between your legs capturing the moment his cum slides from your pussy. You moan when he pushes it right back in with his fingers. He stops the video, the light going with it as he tosses his phone somewhere on his bed the hand that wasn’t buried between your thighs cradling your head, bringing you closer to him his lips finding yours in the dark. 

“Does this mean Eden Ivy gets to stay the night?” 

“No, but you do.” 

[itsthestutterforme]

Reacher’s Cranky Girl (Jack Reacher Drabble)

Summary: Reacher finds out that his best girl was having a bad day.

Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black, sneakylink!Reacher, sneakylink!reader, sexual themes (fingering, oral sex, over stimulation, bondage, slapping), MINORS DNI

**

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

You couldn’t fall asleep until two in the morning so you only had five hours of sleep. You stepped in dog shit on the way to your car so you had to go back into your house to change your shoes.

Only for one of the heels to get stuck in a grate and tear off the back so you just settled for some flats.

You spilled your iced coffee on your silk shirt. At least it wasn’t hot because that would have sent you into a different kind of rampage.

When you finally get to work, your boss chewed your ass out because the printer froze in the middle of printing the investment proposal.

An investment proposal he needed for the board meeting this morning, which meant he either had to push the meeting to this afternoon or had to share the proposal digitally.

At this point, you were counting down the days so you can go home and spend the rest of the day rotting in your bed.

“Maybe I can call Reacher over here to help cheer you up,” your sister suggests, sitting in the chair in front of your desk.

“I’m not in the mood for teasing, Y/S/N.” “I’m not teasing you. I’m just saying that-“

“Not even Reacher can bring me out of this, okay? I just want to go home.”

“Y/N,” “I said leave it, Y/S/N.” You grumbled, shifting your attention back to computer.

“Okay, fine.” She says with full intention of calling Reacher anyway.

Your sister walks past the boss who was on the way to your office. He pops his head in the say, “Y/N, I need the updated spreadsheet ASAP.”

“On it,” “You’re still running point on the presentation, right?”

I thought you said I was incompetent.

“Sure thing. Did the board decide on a time tomorrow?” “Eight a.m.,”

“In that case, I’ll be in at seven thirty to prep.” He nods and gives a soft knock on the door before leaving.

Y/S/N closes the door of her office to call Reacher. He gave her his number when he found out the two of you were going to a concert in Philadelphia.

He knew you were the confrontational type and wouldn’t call anyone if you found yourself in trouble.

He wanted the er on the side of caution so he trusted your sister to let him know if anything happens.

Reacher was your sneaky link that wasn’t really that sneaky. He wasn’t easy to miss. He would walk into your place, fuck your face into the pillows, order the two of you some food, fuck your face into the pillows again then leave in the morning.

“Reacher,” he answers. “Hey, Reacher. It’s Y/S/N.”

“Is everything okay?” “Yeah, everything is fine. Um, when are you hanging out with Y/N next?”

“We didn’t really decide on a day this week,” Reacher states, unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Y/S/N, I’m sure you’re a great woman but I only have a thing for your sister and I’m a loyal man so..”

“Wow, that was not on my bingo card. I’m not trying to hit on you, Reacher. I’m asking if you can pick up Y/N from work today. She’s having a rough time.”

“Oh.. how rough are we talking?” “Like she’s about to bite the boss’ head off,”

“Okay, I’ll be there. What should I bring her?” “I trust your judgment, Reacher.”

With that, Y/S/N hung up and sat down at her desk leaving Reacher dumbfounded in Finlay’s living room while Neagley and David played video games.

“What’s with the face?” Finlay asks, handing him a beer. “What should I get a woman when she’s having a bad day?” Reacher asks everything in the room.

Neagley pauses the game and everyone slowly turning to Reacher who opened Google to find out the answer to his question.

He noticed the silence and looked up from his phone to meet their shocked expressions.

“What?” “You have a girlfriend*?” David questions.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbles. “Then why do you care if she’s upset?” David retorts.

“Because it’s a nice thing to do for someone,” “Right, says the guy who breaks peoples faces for a living.” He presses the resume button on game.

**

As soon as the clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered your things and sped walked out of your office. You practically ran into the stairwell when you heard an office door open.

You didn’t have any more energy to give to that god forsaken company today. You rush down seven floors until you reached the front door, inhaling deeply when the fresh spring air filled your lungs.

You heard someone to your right clearing their throat and immediately rolled your eyes. You were not in the mood to hear anyone’s cheesy pick up lines right now.

“Looks like someone’s cranky,” a familiar voice calls and you looked over to see Reacher leaning against his truck.

“Reacher?” You approached him with a confused expression. “Are you looking to invest something or..?” You trail off.

There was no way he was here for you, right?

“No. I’m not here to invest, peach.” He kicks off his car and closed the gap between you, towering over you in the process.

“Then why are you- I’m going to fucking kill her.” You seeth, turning to walk into the parking lot when Reacher stopped you.

“You want to know what sounds better than killing your sister?” he starts, slowly rubbing the sides of your arms.

Your eyes fluttered closed when his rough hands smoothed over your shoulders, humming in response.

“Some curry and sushi for dinner,”

That does sound really good.

“And my face between your thighs for dessert,”

God, that sounded even better.

“How does that sound, peach?” He questions as he continued rubbing your arms.

“Really good,”

“Good because Y/S/N already took your keys and drove your car home. Hop in.” Reacher suggests, opening the car door to hand you a Dunkin iced coffee.

**

“R-Reacher,” you groaned, twisting away from his eager tongue smoothing between your puffy folds.

He didn’t even wait until you were fully situated. Shutting the door, he took you in his arms and carried you into kitchen.

He set you on the counter and nudged you on your back. You gasped when he tore your pantyhose down your legs and lifted your skirt over your waist.

Pulling your panties to the side, he licks between your folds spearing your tight hole with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my God,”

Shaking his head, he buries his face deeper in between your legs. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked harshly on your sensitive nub.

He gathered your slick on his finger tips and sank two fingers into you, expertly thrusting upwards into your gspot causing your body to twitch.

He made it his mission to make you cum quick and hard.

“Mm, fuck.” You rolled your hips to match the thrusts of his fingers when he kitten licks your clit, sending you over the edge.

“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming, Reacher.” “Let it go, peach. Let me taste you.”

Your legs close around his head when your body trembles under the intensity of your orgasm.

A satisfied sigh left your lips when you came down from your high, your limp body was sprawled out on the counter.

He doesn’t slow his fingers and you could feel another orgasm building in your belly. He draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue, causing you to whine.

“Wait, I-“ you push his head away and tried to slide away from him but he pushed against your hand.

“Reacher,” you whimper, twisting your body away and covering your cunt so he would stop long enough for you to breathe.

“Move your hand. I’m not done yet.”

“I need a break,” you breathed out. “Move. Your. Hand. I’m not going to say it again.”

You don’t move fast enough for him and he threw you over your shoulder, smacking your ass hard as punishment. He didn’t care that you yelped out at the sharp sting.

Dropping you on the bed, he stripped down to his boxers.

“Strip,” he commands and you pulled off your clothes in record time.

You pressed your legs together when he approaches the bed when he pulls you closer by your ankles and flipped you on your stomach.

He placed a hand in between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. He straddled your legs and pulled your arms outstretched before tying your hands to the bed post with his belt.

Oh, you were in some deep shit now.

Moaning when you feel his hard cock against your ass cheek, he took your face into his hand and made you look straight back at him.

“You misunderstand, peach. The dinner was for you. The dessert was for me. I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and brainless.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

i am a rich man

words: 1k

warnings: misogyny, brief mention of violence, reader is a kook

a/n: im on vacation starting tomorrow monday 1/22-friday so i will not be posting any new fics for this week!

“have you decided what car you want baby?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you scroll through the dealerships website.

“i’ve narrowed it down to two.” you tilt your phone towards rafe, letting him look at one car before navigating to the other tab to show him.

“why don’t you test drive both and decide after that? and if you like both, just buy both.” rafe shrugs. it was weird for him at first being with someone who had even more money than his family, but now he’s grown used to it, liking knowing you can support yourself if needed, even though rafe likes to buy most things for you.

“good point.” you hum. “i’d have to park one on the driveway though, my dad is only giving me one spot in the garage.” you pout. your dad has a mild obsession with sports cars, and therefore three of the four spots in the garage were already taken.

“lets not worry about it now, figure it out after you see them in person.” rafe says, and you nod, getting up off the couch to head to the dealership, glad that rafe agreed to drive you and test the cars with you, mainly because you didn’t want to spend the day without him.

it’s a long drive to the nearest dealership that had cars in your price range, but you don’t mind as you sing along to your favorite songs playing through rafes trucks speakers, always letting you be the dj even if he can’t stand some of the girly pop songs that you play.

“almost there.” rafe reaches over, squeezing your thigh as the dealership finally comes into view.

“thank god.” you groan. “my butt is starting to go numb.” “don’t talk about your butt when we are about to be in public.” rafe warns, glancing over at you as you giggle.

“sorry baby.” you say, in a voice that tells rafe that you’re not at all sorry.

“let me drop you off at the front, i’ll park the car then join you inside.” rafe says upon pulling in and realizing that there are no close parking spots, and he doesn’t want to make you walk outside for longer than he has to.

“mmkay, thanks baby.” you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, always extra appreciative and lovey on rafe when he does sweet things for you, even if its just something little.

you hop out of the truck, heading inside the main showroom of the dealership.

“hello, ma’am!” a sales associate instantly hurries over to you. “i’m john, did you have an appointment?” “no, but i’ve checked out your inventory online and i know what i’d like to test drive today.” you say with a fake smile right back, already not liking the condescending attitude that john is giving off.

“alright, well lets take a seat at my desk and you can tell me your budget.” john walks you over to his cubicle, and before he can begin talking you’re joined by rafe.

“this is my boyfriend, he’s helping me pick out a car today.” you say as he sits down next to you, reaching over and looping your fingers through his, already eyeing up john as he tries to size him up.

“hello, sir.” john smiles. “so what is your budget?” he addresses the question at rafe, making your eyebrows scrunch together.

“well,” you answer, making johns gaze flick quickly to you, “budget isn’t an issue. i know what two cars i would like to look at.”

“okay, if you just want to tell me the models i will pull them up.” john turns the computer screen so you all can see as you tell him the two cars that peaked your interest the most.

“and i assume you will be financing?” he hums. you glance at rafe, shocked that he would have the audacity to assume anything.

“no.” rafe answers for you. “in full.” “okay, that makes sense that you will be paying, sir.” john says, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just imply that you wouldn’t be able to afford the car.

“as said before, i will be the one purchasing the car, so while my boyfriend is here to help me, i am your customer.” you clear up, hand squeezing rafes as you try to hold back your anger, knowing you can get just as fired up as him.

“sorry, just don’t see many young women being able to buy cars like these outright.” he says before quickly switching the subject, going through some of the specs of the vehicles. “and the cost on that one is $94,000.”

“wait a minute.” you rub your forehead, getting tired of this mans bullshit. “while i said money was no issue, that doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you get away with scamming me. that car is worth no more than 75.” “well, ma’am, there are various-” “no.” you shake your head. “i have done my research on these vehicles and i know that ever 75 is on the high end.” “let me double check my figures.” john swallows nervously, turning the screen so only he can see it as you send a look at rafe, seeing he’s struggling just as much as you not to reach across the desk and smack the misogynistic sales associate across the face.

“my apologies, i must have accidentally selected an additional maintenance package. it is $74,000.” john says.

“that sounds much more reasonable, but i will not be purchasing a car from someone who tries to scam me out of my money just because they think i’m a dumb girl. get me a different sales associate, now.” you command.

john scurries away from the desk, the stark opposite of the cockiness air that he had when you first arrived.

“jesus, you’re hot when you’re scary.” rafe says, looking you up and down as you smirk at your boyfriend, knowing while you’re usually sickly sweet, when a man irks you wrong, it brings out your full wrath.

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[zairene]

earth 42! miles morales as a streamer headcanons

warnings: none but fluff

a/n: aight had to whip this out of the drafts since my LAST miles post got a community label. + i wasn’t too proud of it anyways so i just took it down. </3 i’ll probably put it back up once i try to figure out what’s wrong w it though.

miles would most definitely be a gaming and music reaction streamer. he would always be up to date with the newest games but let brent faiyaz drop a new album or something, and he gets RIGHT on it!

you would expect majority of his audience to be girls because of his good looks and nice personality, however he seems to be more appealing to guys since he rages on the games he plays quite a lot. (he is not very fond of mercy players on overwatch and hates winston mains with a passion.)

he has a pretty big fanbase, ranging from around 800k-1M followers on twitch and 500k subscribers on his twitch highlights channel. and the only reason why his following got this huge in only a year’s span is because he went viral on tiktok because of him raging at a game and then his sound became a trend. now most audios on tiktok are from his streams, and honestly he finds it hilarious.

now miles is really private about his life outside of streaming. he’ll answer the basic questions about his age, his race/ethnicity, how many siblings he has and etc. but anything about his relationship status or anything was kept strictly confidential.

that was until one day you walked in his room while streaming. it was a normal stream, he was just talking to chat and answering questions per usual. you had brought him some food since he had since you some money via cash app to do so. you didn’t know he was streaming so you just came and hugged him, even giving him a kiss, and then handed him his food. you didn’t even pay attention to the stream and kept going with your business. he had got so caught up in the moment he hadn’t realized that he was still streaming and his chat was going crazy.

he was shocked to say at the least but he wasn’t mad at you or anything. he was more mad at his chat for trying to spit game at you even though they had saw the whole ordeal. once you were informed that you were dating the miles morales, your social medias, that were once very private, started blowing up with notifications asking you about your relationship with miles.

miles took this opportunity to properly introduce you on his instagram story. about two weeks after the situation happened, he posted a picture with you and him for your 6th month anniversary. the caption saying, “happy 6th month anniversary to my beautiful girlfriend. te amo tanto. <3 @[yourusername]”

and so the news was out. from this point forward, you started to pop up in the streams a little more often and you started to grow this special little friendship with his fanbase. you once just came into his room because you wanted a hug and the entire chat was filled with “AWWW!!! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE!!” and “mbn.. 😔💔”s. now not EVERYONE was happy with this situation and some people spread hate comments here and there but because of the overwhelming support of your relationship, miles barely noticed it. the only thing he had on his mind was you and his career.

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What's In A Name? Chapter Five

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

A/N: Meg has to make a very interesting phone call...

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Meg woke up with Tyler curled around her, his heavy arm draped over her waist, a large hand splayed across her stomach, keeping her tight against him. It had been the best night of sleep of her life and she stubbornly gave credit to the softness of Boone’s shirt for it. She carefully slipped out of his hold and down the ladder.

At some point, the Wranglers had driven the camper and the rest of their vehicles to a different motel and they were all gathered up outside, bundled in blankets, sitting around an extinguished fire. Boone was the first to notice her, popping out of his chair to hug her tightly, rocking her back and forth.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Doc, and thank you, thank you, for keeping T safe.” The rest of the Wranglers were quick to join in on the hug, even Ben after she heard the shutter of his camera. Meg almost started crying from the sheer amount of love surrounding her, feeling at home again in Oklahoma for the first time in five years. “You hungry, Doc?”

“Starvin’,” Her stomach growled in agreement.

“I’ll rustle something up,” Boone patted her on the shoulder. “Also, do your parents watch our streams?” She nodded. “They were name-dropping you something fierce in the chat last night, asking for updates if you were okay.” Of course, they had. Meg knew better than to think it was just her dad demanding answers in the chat.

“The whole crew’s probably at my parent’s house debating whether they should drive out here.” She shook her head with a huff of laughter. “Dex, can I borrow your phone? I don’t know what happened to mine.” He obliged and she dialed the house phone, putting it on speaker.

“Harding’s phone,” Rabbit picked up. “Meggy, this you?” Dexter’s mouth fell open, putting all the pieces together faster than the rest.

“Yeah, it’s me. Y’all can stop freaking out, all limbs are accounted for and in working order.” 

“Bill, Jo, guys, it’s Meggy!” 

“Meggy, honey,’ Preacher’s voice was the next on the line. “You scared us half to death.” 

“Margaret Marie Harding,” Her mom shouted into the receiver. “Have you lost your damn mind?” Meg cringed,

“Mama, I’m just following in dad’s footsteps.” There were shouts of “The Extreme” in the background. “Also, y’all might be on speaker with the Tornado Wranglers.” 

“Holy shit, Meggy,” That was Beltzer.

“We’re big fans,” And that was Haynes. The Wranglers were watching her with amused and star-struck looks. Ben, thankfully, was the first to recover.

“Your daughter is quite remarkable.” 

“And alive,” Boone added, giving Meg a thumbs up that she returned, mouthing good job.

“We’re glad to hear it. Hi, Pumpkin.” 

“Hiya, dad. Did you want that mug of yours signed? Pretty sure I can swing it.” 

“Dani, get the man a mug!” Dexter pushed a laughing Dani towards the camper where Tyler still slept. The Wranglers and the original team energetically traded exclamations of excitement and amusement that Meg had kept her last name a secret for so long. That was until her mama started shouting again. 

“I don’t want you anywhere near a tornado unless you’re harnessed  in, do you understand me, young lady?” 

“Mama, please, you’re embarrassing me.” 

“Let me talk to Dexter,” Jo demanded. “He seems like the only responsible one.” Meg didn’t argue, taking her mom off speaker and handing the phone to Dexter.

“Yes, ma’am?” There was a shout of her name from inside the camper, signaling to everyone that Tyler had woken up to an empty bed.  The Wranglers snickered at her, Lily giving her a good-natured shove to the shoulder. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Tyler came stumbling out of the camper, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a grinning Dani right behind him with a mug and a marker in either hand.

“Where’s Meg?” 

“That’s Meg Harding to you, Ty,” Lily teased and Tyler’s eyes went wide. “Yup, your girlfriend’s the daughter of storm-chasing legends.” Meg flushed, hoping her parents hadn’t heard that. Tyler looked at her, dumbstruck.

“Your parents are…”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit,” Tyler ran a hand through his already chaotic hair. “You’re a-,” He pointed at her, “Your parents are-” Meg nodded. “Holy shit.” 

“My parents are big fans of your channel, Ty.” She saw the moment Tyler’s brain fully stopped functioning, giggling. 

“I need coffee,” Tyler’s shoulders slumped. He sat down in Boone’s abandoned seat beside Meg, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, like he was afraid she’d run off on him. Meg squeezed back. “Who’s he talking to?”

“My family.” Meg could get used to surprising the hell out of Tyler, laughing at the startled look on his face.

“Doc, Rabbit wants to talk to you.” Dexter jogged the phone over. “Can I meet your parents?” He whispered and Meg nodded, rolling her eyes with a smile.

“What’s up?” 

“Don’t let your mom fool you, Meggy. She’s giddy as hell you’re chasing again.” Meg knew that in her heart but the reassurance made her smile. “Also, we’re betting on how long it takes you to ride the cowboy. Don’t tell your dad.”

“Rabbit!” Meg shrieked, slapping a hand over her mouth. She glanced over at the sleepy man beside her who didn’t seem to have heard what Rabbit said. Meg was going to turn that man into rabbit stew the next time she saw him.

“Blame Haynes, her idea.” 

“Don’t blame me, blame Joey!” 

“She knows damn well it wasn’t me, it was definitely Lawrence.” Could they get any more embarrassing? She felt like she was fifteen again, listening to the group place bets on how her first date would go.

“Guuuuyyyyysss. Can you please just put my dad on the phone?” There was a brief shuffle.

“Hey, Pumpkin. What was Rabbit saying?” 

“Nothing, just being annoying. She glanced at her blonde cowboy, getting a mischievous idea. “Tyler’s here if you want to talk to him, he’s a fan of yours.” She giggled at the look on his face. “Well, you talk, he’ll hyperventilate.” 

“Be nice to that boy,” Her dad scolded playfully. “I’ve got fifty bucks on you marrying him.” 

“Oh my God, that’s so much worse!” She wanted to disappear into thin air. Tyler took the outstretched phone.

“This is Tyler Owens, sir.” Tyler sat up straighter in his seat, running a hand through his bed head.

Boone came jogging back to the group, holding a 7/11 bag above his head.

“I got you coffee, a muffin, and a burrito.” Giving Tyler’s hand one last squeeze, Meg went to collect her breakfast, thanking the man with a kiss on the cheek. “Dani said you take lots of cream and sugar.” Meg looked at the woman who shrugged,

“I guessed.” 

“You guessed right, Sweet Thing. Thanks again, Boonie Baby,” She gave him another kiss on the cheek before going back to her seat. Meg kept the burrito, passing Tyler the blueberry muffin.

“Yes, sir. No, sir,” Meg couldn’t help but wonder what her dad was asking him, nibbling on the corner of the lukewarm burrito. Bean and cheese, nice. “No, she didn’t tell us her last name.” Tyler chuckled, “Yes, sir. I’m starting to understand that.” He paused, eyes going wide. Meg shifted in her chair, letting her legs fall across Tyler’s lap. He rested a hand on her knee and Meg couldn’t help but think that she could do this every morning, sitting there, admiring Tyler’s stubbled jaw line while the rest of the Wranglers joked around with each other. “I’d be honored but first we’ve got to go find Kate, yes, sir. Sapulpa.” He tapped her knee, “Here, darlin’.” He passed the phone, trading it for her coffee, his nose scrunching up. “I prefer black.”

“Not everything’s about you, Arkansas.” Tyler stuck his tongue out at her. “Hey, dad.” 

“You should marry that boy, Meg.” Her eyes cut to Tyler who was eyeing her back with a small smile on his face, making him even cuter than normal. 

“We’ll see, dad,” She sighed. “Gotta chase down my other half first. Now go feed the guys, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Pumpkin. Come home before you leave.”

“I will, should I bring Kate?” 

“And Tyler. Keep an eye on the sky, Pumpkin.” Meg hung up, mumbling through a mouthful of burrito.

“Trouble makin’ busy bodies, the whole group of ‘em.” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were Jo and Bill Harding’s daughter,” Her mom would have liked the way he put her name first. “No wonder you’ve got such good instincts.” 

“Get ‘em from my daddy.” Dani came over, presenting Tyler with the mug to sign.

“And here I didn’t think you could get any cooler, Meg,” Dani teased. “We gotta keep you around.” 

“Here here,” Boone raised his coffee in cheers. “T, buddy, don’t go fucking this up for us.” The Wranglers all added their agreement, making Meg laugh. She swiped the coffee back from Tyler, admonishing him for drinking more than half the cup if he didn’t like it. Then it hit her and she nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Lily had called her his girlfriend and neither she nor Tyler had corrected her. What the hell did that mean?

“Stop thinking so hard, darlin’.” Tyler squeezed her knee like he could read her mind. “Just enjoy the morning.” His hand moved up to her thigh as he kicked back in his chair to eat and she rested her hand on top of his, letting her attention fall to Boone and Dani as they teased Dexter for his fangirling. Ben started snapping pictures and Meg didn’t let herself worry about how she looked wearing borrowed clothes, eating a gas station burrito, mud from the night before still on her cheeks, with Tyler’s hand on her thigh.

Unlike when he was chasing, Tyler was an incredibly safe driver on the way to Sapulpa. Meg on the other hand was an incredibly unsafe passenger. She had the passenger seat pushed all the way back, her feet kicked up on the dash, and her boots abandoned on the floorboards.

Lily had lent her a pair of mismatched socks, one was striped and the other was dotted. They were both singing along to the country music blaring on the radio and Meg couldn’t remember a time she felt happier. And she was sad she had to ruin it.

“I should probably tell you what you’re gettin’ into before we get there, Ty.” Tyler turned off the radio, giving her as much attention as he could while driving.

“What, darlin’, you hiding a boyfriend from me in Sapulpa?” Meg snorted, she wished that’s all she had to confess. Instead, she held out her hands in front of her. Her fingertips were all kinked, not quite straight. They were also calloused and scarred, not only from chasing but from her time as a paramedic. Her favorite scar was one on the pad of her thumb, permanently messing up her fingerprints, from when she stuck herself with an EPI pen instead of the patient. 

“You ever notice how crooked my fingers are?” 

“I was a bull rider, healed breaks are normal to me.” She hummed at his non-answer, answer. 

“I met Kate in college and we became close, our friend Addy used to call us two shades of the same color. Always the same but slightly different.” Dandelion and Sunflower, shades of yellow, were her favorite comparison to make. She’d always make a joke about how they were happiest when the sun was hidden behind clouds, so they needed to be surrounded by bright colors. “Mama was her thesis advisor. There were six of us helping her with the research.” 

Meg let the tears roll down her cheeks without wiping them away.

“Parveen and Kate spearheaded the actual idea, Javi collected the data with Dorothy, Addy was there to take photos, Jeb,” She chuckled. “Jeb was just in love with Kate, so he’d follow her anywhere, and I was there to make sure no one got hurt. But they did.” She had spent a lot of time on her partner’s couch drinking and thinking about the situation, coming to grips with the fact that her EMT certification couldn’t have saved her friends that day. “Everything was going great and then an EF-5 came out of nowhere.” 

Tyler exhaled heavily, reaching out to rub her knee.

“We thought it was going to be an EF-1, maybe 2, so we didn’t have the good sense to be scared until it was too late.” 

“I’m sorry, Meg,” Tyler offered in sympathy. Because what the hell else do you say when someone’s telling a story like that?

“Our only hope was an underpass, which tells you how shit outta luck we were. Parveen couldn’t run so fast and was swept up first, then I fell and I dug my fingers into the dirt to hold on.” Her fingers and wrist ached at the memory, “I broke every single one of my fingers and debris shattered my wrist. While I was layin’ there, I heard Addy and Jeb fly away, screaming for their lives.” 

“Shit, Meg. That’s horrible,” She hummed in agreement.

“Kate survived of course but she won’t talk about it and Javi was in the follow vehicle. All he could do was watch as the tornado headed our way. To hear him tell it, it was the worst day of his life and it probably was.” The hurtful things Javi said the night before filtered through her mind, making her sick to her stomach. “Police officer found me and Kate stumbling along the highway, trying to get back to Javi, and took us to the hospital.” 

Meg took a long, deep breath. If things had gone differently that day, her life would have turned out a lot differently. She never would have moved, none of them would have.

“Kate ran away to New York, Javi joined the military, and I went to New Orleans. I was a wreck on the job but my partner Nick’s always had my back. You’d like him,” Nick was her rock, both on and off the job. “He took me to my first second line after one of our GSW patients, Tayvon, a fifteen-year-old kid, didn’t make it.” 

It had been her second week on the job, she had never been on the scene of a drive-by shooting before, there had been so much chaos and blood. They worked on him for a few minutes before they decided it was best to work while driving. Meg had still been an EMT, so Nick worked on Tayvon in the back of the rig while she drove through the busy streets like a bat out of hell. By the time they passed him off to the doctors, things were looking up.

  “To see everyone smiling through their tears and celebrating that kid’s life, it healed me more than anything else ever could. Everyone needs a Nick and Kate didn’t have one.” 

“I think I want to meet this Nick guy,” Tyler squeezed her knee, “Buy him a beer and thank him for taking care of you.” Meg chuckled, thinking about all of the embarrassing stories Nick would tell him about her.

“He’d buy you a beer, tryin’ to charm you into making me your problem instead of his.” 

“Be my problem, baby,” Tyler’s hand moved upwards to squeeze her thigh. Meg laid her hand over his, tears starting up again.

“I’m crying about my dead friends while you drive me to see my traumatized other half. Hate to say it, Sweetie Pie, but I think I’m already your problem.” Laughter filled the truck, first hers and then Tyler’s. “A little late to back out now.” 

“I’m not backing out, Meg, just making sure we’re on the same page.” 

“Which is?” She feigned ignorance. 

“You’re my problem, baby. All mine.” Her dad was going to be over the moon whenever she told him about this conversation. So would Nick.

“Thoughts and prayers, Cowboy. You’re gonna need ‘em.” 

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You Earned It!

Warnings: Fluff, of the tooth rotting variety

Pairing: None

Characters: Chan, Felix, Kate, Minho, Yeji

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A/N: idklols asked:

Hey so my best friends bday is tmrw (Jan 17th) and so I don’t have any money so I’ve resorted to this (no offense I’ve read a story from u and it’s rlly amazing) but my bsf is in love with bang Chan (she also likes Felix) so i was wondering if you could make bangchan give her a surprised bday? (Also her name is Kate!! Tysm ig you get around to it!!)

Chan POV:

I have been trying to set this up for weeks and finally it’s happening. I hear my phone ring and I answer, balloons in hand. 

“Hey, have you heard from Kate yet?” I heard Felix ask. I could hear the background filled with activity as I loaded the car.

“Nothing aside from a good morning text, Yeji said that they were going on a shopping spree for her birthday, the others in Kate’s group are with them too. All Kate knows is that you, I and the boys are going to have a birthday dinner for her.”

I could hear the smile on his face as he said, “She has no clue this is going to be great,” I laughed with him as he said, “I just called to say the cake and brownies are almost done and Minho is getting started on prepping for dinner. So we are all on track over here.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief as I said, “Ok thanks Lix. I still have a few things to do. Then I’ll head over to decorate with Hannie and Hyunjin.” After I hung up I started the car and went on my way to grab some party favors. Kate has known us for a while. She was very young when we met, Barely past 10 years old. She was an aspiring idol. Just after we debuted, Kate came up to me in the practice room one day and introduced herself. I remember thinking how mature she was. 

She spoke with authority and confidence. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to learn, mature, adapt, and make it in this industry. I have always loved cultivating and teaching idols to do what they love, so when she asked me to mentor her, I was more than eager to help out. I can’t believe it’s already been 5 years. Now she has her own group that she leads. Their group is honestly astounding. The music is positive and uplifting, the moves are addicting, and much like my group, 98% of it is done by the members.

 After I pick up the favors I head to the DanceRacha house. The minute I park I am met with the members opening doors and grabbing items. I make my way in to find the space transformed into party central. The music is on low and Felix is filling a little table to the side with the sweets, including a cake that looked amazing, done by him, of course. Off to the other side of the living room are the beverages, and dead center is the dining table decorated in Kate’s favorite color. 

We also had a giant present pile over to the side. I made sure to put mine a little more forward in the pile. 

After I helped with the balloons I sent out the text to remind everyone that they had to park a little farther away to keep it a surprise. I had no clue why I was nervous. Maybe it had to do with the present. So many gifts were lavish, Louis Viton and Givenchy being bigger names in the pile. I don’t know if what I got was enough. 

Finally, once everyone was in it was time to have Yeji bring Kate back to the dorm. At the five minute mark we all took our positions, hiding well out of the way. The anticipation ramped up, to the point of us giggling every time we heard a car pull up. We get a knock at the door and Minho goes to open it non-chalantly. As soon as Kate walks in everyone pops up yelling “Surprise!!” That part took Kate off guard but she was tearing up and thanking everyone as she walked in. I was so excited for the presents. I really think that she’ll like it. 

After a few hours of food, dancing, and chatting, we got to blowing out the candles on the cake. After everyone got a slice she started opening presents. Some of them were amazing, designer purses, wallets, and glasses to match (Obviously Felix’s), all the way to designer belts, dresses, red bottom heels. The more of these I saw the more I wanted to just put my little envelope of a present back into my pocket and hide in the back. 

Before I could, she opened it. Minho demanded that she read it out loud. She started.. “Happy Birthday Kate!, I remember when I met you 5 years ago. You were a 10 year old promising talent. I remember you asking me if you had what it took to do what I do. I could see immediately that you had it. You work hard, you strive for perfection, and most of all, you always are willing to learn. I am so proud of you. You are a fantastic leader..” At that point I saw tears forming in her eyes as I smiled. 

She kept going, “You have an amazing heart, eye for talent, and not not mention you always are focused. You told me at that time, you wanted to be mentored by me. That you wanted to know if you made it or not from me only…” She looked up at me and I was fighting tears myself.

“That’s why I am happy to tell you that come your legal age, your group will be signed under our label. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line. Congratulations Kate! You made it! Happy Birthday!-Chan” She started sobbing along with her group. She didn’t know but I saw every move she made, and she’s ready, all of them are. That’s why I was rushing today. I went to my manager yesterday and we found the perfect manager for her group. We drew up the contracts today, which left me not a lot of time to finish the decoration hunt. 

A few seconds later I was taken out of my reminiscing by Kate thumping into my body, wrapping her arms around me as she said thank you… All I could say was “For what? You earned it!” 

It was true, she did earn it. The hours of practice, the drive to succeed. That was all her. Now comes the hard part, I know she’ll be fine though. I’ll always be here for her, I know she’ll be okay. I can’t wait to see what she comes up with.

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how does mark introduce y/n to his teammates? and how does y/n introduce mark to hers?

(i’m also super excited about this au!!)

(the first time y/n accidentally met mark’s roommates)

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just as you and mark thought you’d get some alone time, you both hear a car pulling into the sophomore home driveway.

“oh my god,” mark groans in shock, peaking out the window to see his roommates getting out of the car. “quick hide!” he points to his closet, signaling for you to hide in there.

it was mutually decided from both you and mark that you’d keep your relationship private. your relationship was new, and he didn’t want his friends scaring you off. you completely understood, in the same type of situation with your friends.

you scrambled to get your shirt and bra on, “i am not hiding in your closet!” you whisper yell. “i’ll just sneak out quickly. they won’t even see me.” you shot to your feet, giving mark one last goodbye kiss, grabbing your bag, and rushing out of his room.

reaching for the front door handle, someone opens it before you. your eyes go wide in shock as you’re met with a very confused luke.

“uh, hi?” he greets, scratching the back of his neck in a daze. you smile awkwardly as his tall frame blocks the door. “do i know you?”

“i don’t think so.” your response was quick, and before he knows it, you’re already politely moving him out of the way and sprinting to your car.

luke furrows his brows in complete confusion. he turns around to see ethan, mackie, and dylan all wearing the same confusion as him. warily, they walk into their own home dumbfounded.

a shirtless mark stands at the top of the stairs, overlooking them from the banister. his mouth hangs agape while his eyes are ready to pop out of his head.

“who was that?” all boys ask in unison. still, mark stands frozen, not knowing at all what to say.

“idontknow.” he responds almost too fast to understand. however, his messy hair and the hickeys that decorate his neck, tell the others everything they need to know.

“seriously gross, mark.”

“use protection.”

“isn’t she on the volleyball team?”

“is that your girlfriend?”

mark ignores all the comments and concerns, replying with the same rushed answer, “i’m not sure.” and with that, he’s already back in the safety of his room, making sure his door is locked.

(mark properly introducing y/n to his teammates)

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after your first accidental run-in with mark’s roommates a few weeks ago, he thought it was time to properly introduce you to his team. and what better night to do it than pasta night?

pasta night was a night the hockey team did at least once or twice a month. it all started as a team building exercise that usually took place in the sophomore or senior homes since they were the biggest. however, the second the team met, they were already best friends. that defeated the whole purpose of ‘team building’, so they now use pasta night as an excuse to eat excessive amounts of pasta watch movies, and drink.

as mark walks in hand and hand with you, everyone’s conversations come to a halt. they stare at you like a kid on christmas. the smirks and whispers soon turn into cheers and questions.

“i knew she was your girlfriend!”

“was she the one we ran into?”

“wait, you’ve met her before?”

“nice to meet you!”

you laugh at the nice but overwhelming greeting from the team. as everybody settles down, you introduce yourself. “hi! i’m, y/n, mark’s girlfriend.”

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episode 9: till forever falls apart {HS}

it’s been a year since the retreat and a reunion is what is needed to see how everyone’s been doing since leaving.

warnings: none :)

word count: 1.4k

“Are you ready?” Harry walks up behind me kissing my forehead before sitting down in the chair next to me. 

“As I’ll ever be.” I smile at him while I click the zoom link joining the call. Our faces pop up and I see almost everyone is on the zoom call. 

“Hey, guys!” Desiree says to us and I unmute the mic as Harry and I both say hi. When everyone is on the call Desiree gives us a countdown before starting 

“Welcome to the show that does for Too Hot To Handle what Harry and Y/N do to a prize fund. Shamelessly suck it dry!” Desiree starts and I blush, leaning into Harry at the call out. 

“Anyway without further ado, it's time to meet the show's effortlessly gorgeous stars. Give us a wave.” We all wave saying hi and soon another box pops up showing Lana. 

“Lovely to see you all. I hope you are all continuing to be making deeper and more meaningful connections.” Lana says and then her screen is gone. Soon the group is split up and Harry and I are put in a separate room with just Desiree. 

“Oh my god hey guys!” Desiree says excitedly and we respond with the same excitement. 

“God you both look gorgeous even on a phone.” Desiree compliments us. 

“You’re gorgeous as well.” He smiles at her and she waves air onto her face pretending to cool down. 

“So Harry and Y/N, how has everything been since you left the retreat?” She asks and I look at Harry to see if he wants to answer first. 

“Ladies first.” He mumbles and I let out a soft laugh. 

“Honestly, everything has been amazing. I finished my last year of college and the long distance was a bit of a struggle but everything has been worth it.” I tell her and Harry nods agreeing with me. 

“So what did you guys do after leaving the retreat?” 

“Well Y/N still had a couple of weeks before her classes started so I went back with her to her hometown. I met her family, and saw the area she grew up in, her family is amazing, they welcomed me with open arms. And once her classes started up again I went back to LA and worked and then during her winter break she came to LA. So we were jumping back and forth for a while but recently we just got an apartment in LA and moved in together.” Harry tells Desiree wrapping his arm around my shoulder and her jaw drops before she smiles. 

“Wow, that's truly amazing! How have you been liking LA Y/N?” 

“It’s very different from my hometown. I was a little bit homesick when I moved all the way across the country but I couldn’t be happier. I have an amazing job, amazing friends, and an amazing boyfriend.” I smile at her and she nods. 

“Have there been any struggles that you’re willing to share?” I look down nervously and Harry lets out a sigh before speaking. 

“Yeah, there was a point where the long-distance became a little bit too much for both of us. It was when COVID first hit and I was stuck in England and I couldn’t fly back to the states, it was really difficult, especially with the time difference we just kept missing each other but as soon as I was able to fly back I was with Y/N.” He speaks and I just observe him as he speaks. 

“I’m literally falling in love with your love story. Unfortunately, I do have to bring up some sticky things. So first Zayn. Y/N, do you have any regrets with Zayn?” Desiree asks and Harry tenses up slightly as I shake my head. 

“Funny thing is that Zayn and us are really good friends. Most of the group we  see or talk to from time to time but other than that the only thing I regret was using him to get back at Harry.” I explain to her and she nods asking Harry about Brooke. 

“Yeah, my biggest regret was using Brooke to piss off Y/N, I really thought I had lost her.” Harry admits to Desiree and I squeeze his hand under the table reassuring him. 

“Alright. so last question for you guys, what does your future look like? Do you guys have anything special planned?” Desiree asks and I look at Harry smiling. 

“Uh well, there’s been a lot of serious conversations about marriage and kids, I don’t think that either are going to happen for another couple of years, but if it does I’m glad that it’s with Y/N.” Harry tells her and she freaks out. 

“You guys are seriously considering getting married and having kids?” She gasps and I nod my head. 

“Yeah. He’s it for me, I love him so much and I’ve never felt so alive and free with someone and I know that we were made for each other.” I smile as I look at Harry and he’s already been looking at me leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. He pulls away and Desiree awws at us. 

“I’m so glad you guys are happy and taking these steps in your relationship. I hope everything continues to blossom between you guys.” Desiree tells us and we thank her before we get sent back to the main meeting room. 

We wait with everyone else while Desiree does her individual interviews with everyone and soon she comes back asking us questions for who's most likely to game. 

For become president the consensus was Kate, become a police officer no one could agree on it, walk around the house naked, almost everyone voted for themselves except I voted for Harry because he does it all the time. Streak at the superbowl we all voted for Louis who was not happy about that, complete tinder we voted for Liam. 

We are then brought into another room where all the boys are together and unfortunately I can’t participate. Desiree explains that she's doing a homage to the yoni puja workshop and having the boys paint their own bits. Harry grabs a piece of paper and starts drawing while I sit back watching the other guys draw. 

Riley is looking over Niall’s shoulder and Ava is not paying attention to Zayn’s drawing. Liam seems to be hyper-focused on his while Louis keeps cracking jokes about his. As the boys all go through showing theirs we all laugh at the depictions of their bits. 

When it’s Harry’s turn he shows his and I angle my body to see his. I smack his shoulder as he explains that it’s to scale and the reason it has hearts around it is because everyone falls in love with it. I roll my eyes at him as Desiree makes a face. 

“You are so crude.” I mumble under my breath, making him laugh. 

“Sorry, my love.” He mumbles back kissing my forehead and I roll my eyes at his fake apology. The meeting ends soon after the last task and when the call ends I look at Harry smiling. 

“Well I wish we could’ve seen them in person but that was honestly so fun.” I tell him and he nods. 

“Yeah, we can try to plan something with everyone as soon as it’s safe to do so.” He smiles and I nod. 

When we were on the call we found out that Brooke is now dating a guy that she met at a party, Luke is still doing what he used to do before the show, Kate is still single but is actively looking to date someone, Louis and Sage broke up a couple of months after the show but are still good friends, Ava and Zayn are still going strong, Zayn moved to Ireland to be with Ava. 

Michael is dating a girl from his hometown, Kenzie is still single and hasn’t been looking for anyone, and Liam is single as well but has been trying to find a significant other. We are still good friends with Niall and Riley and they live in LA about 20 minutes from us and they’re engaged. 

“You know it’s crazy that we met on this show.” I say to Harry and he hums. 

“I can never thank my friend enough for telling me to sign up for it.” I smile at him and he smiles back. 

“Same here. You’re the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine doing any of this without you.” He smiles at me leaning in to kiss me and when our lips touch I feel the comfort that I had been searching for in all the nameless people. 

I finally feel at home.

Well thats the last episode of the THTH series. Thank you to everyone for reading this series, I truly appreciate all the support and love I got on it. I will eventually post a blurb on their first time after the retreat and may post other blurbs for it every now and then, but please bear with me i am a full time college student and this semester i have a packed schedule so posting will be very slow, but other than that this is the end. I love you all. Thank you. <3

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Fanfic WIP Snippet: 911 x Motherland: Fort Salem Crossover

Chapter Summary: Chimney is worried that the cursed bracelet has left lingering effects on the 118′s firehouse. He asks Emerson, a veterinarian for the LA Zoo who also happens to be a witch, to sweep the station for cursed objects. She’s not a professional, but she humors him. Anything to get him to stop freaking out.

A/N: Here is a draft chapter from my main WIP fic. Apologies if it sounds choppy or repetitive, I am still practicing my editing skills. I currently don’t have an AO3 account, so I’ll be posting short sections of my fanfics on here for now. Story includes some concepts from Motherland: Fort Salem. For context since this chapter is later in the story, the sugar glider is Emerson’s familiar. Hope you enjoy!

Referenced Episodes: “Jinxed” 4 x 06, “Cursed” 6 x 07

Word Count: ~2,500

Cursed...Again

Firehouse 118, Fall 2022

Emerson walks through the open bay door at the station, looking around. Buck, Hen, Ravi, and a few other firefighters are cleaning and performing maintenance on the fire trucks and ambulance. However Chimney, who’d asked her to come, is nowhere to be seen.

“Oh hey Em, what are you doing here?” Buck asks, confused. He’s wiping down the engine with a rag, a spray bottle in his other hand. While she does hang out with the 118 a lot outside of work, it’s fairly rare for her to show up at the firehouse.

“I got a cryptic text from Chimney. He said to come down here this morning if I was free and didn’t explain why. He just said it’s urgent.” She answers, shrugging her shoulders.

“Hey Chim!” He calls out into the firehouse, his voice echoing in the vehicle bay. Chimney pops his head out from behind the ambulance, doors open while he restocks medical supplies.

“Yeah?” He answers, looking over to Buck. He sees Emerson and his eyes perk up. Chimney waves to her as he walks towards her. The hood of the ambulance is up and Hen is checking the oil. “Hen! Hen, she’s here.”

Hen returns the oil stick to the engine and wipes her hands on a cloth. Ravi turns to face them, but continues to clean and inventory equipment with a curious look on his face.

“Alright, Chim. Why did you ask me to come here?” Emerson asks him. Momo climbs out of her jacket pocket and crawls up to her shoulder. The sugar glider’s tail tickles her neck.

“I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. I thought this matter was settled.” Hen looks at Chim crossing her arms, deadpan look on her face.

“I told you, Hen. We need her to check and make sure there’s no lingering effects.” Chim bickers back to his partner. Hen sighs and throws her hands up.

“Whatever. If it gets you to stop acting weird while we’re on shift.” She gives up and returns to her vehicle maintenance.

“Lingering effects from what?” Emerson raises her eyebrow at Chim.

“Ok, so earlier this week we had a series of calls that involved the same woman and a cursed object. It was left in the ambulance at one point, and weird stuff started happening here in the firehouse.” Chim explains.

“Gas leaked from Cap’s truck and we had to evacuate the building.” Ravi chimes in.

“So you called me here to lift a curse?” Emerson asks.

“Chim, there was no curse. The actress was just being stalked by the sketchy artifact dealer. I’m sure the leaking vehicle was just a coincidence. Hen’s right, I thought we settled the issue with the bracelet.” Buck jumps down from the engine and walks over. Hen just shakes her head.

“Look, I just want to be extra sure that’s what it was.” Chim says back to him.

“Chim, if you’re worried about curses, there are other witches who deal with them professionally who can help you. Why did you call me? I’m a zoo vet and I don’t specialize in cursed objects.” Emerson asks Chimney.

“Not even when you served in Afghanistan?” He asks.

“I know the basics, like how to spot them or cast simple curses, but nothing complex.” She crosses her arms.

“It’s just…you were very helpful that one time we were worried we’d cursed ourselves when Ravi used the Q-word. I thought maybe you could help us out.” He seems bummed and looks at his feet.

“Hey, I’ve since learned my lesson.” Ravi chimes in again. Emerson sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“Alright, I’ll have a look around. But don’t blame me if I miss something.” She says waving her hand. “Where’s the offending object?”

“Oh, here!” Chim pulls out his phone, pulling up a picture. He shows her a photo of a gold snake bracelet with red gems for eyes.

“May I?” She asks for his phone.

“Sure.” Chim hands it to her. She zooms on the picture and moves it around. Shaking her head, she returns his phone.

“I can’t really tell from the picture.” She says. “I’d need to see the bracelet for myself. Do you have it?”

“No, it’s not here anymore.” Chim says, sighing and looking up at the ceiling.

“Hmm, okay…” Emerson crosses her arms and thinks. “Oh! You mentioned the ambulance? Can you show me the places the bracelet has been? If it was cursed, there should be some residual energy.”

“Yeah, back here.” Chim leads her to the back of the ambulance. Other firefighters at the back of the station turn their heads briefly to investigate. She steps into the back, looks around, and purses her lips to create a light buzzing sound. It fills the ambulance, sounding almost like a whistle. Her eyes glow a faint yellow as she scans the vehicle. She goes silent then nods her head.

“No curses here. Looks like it was just an ugly bracelet.” She hops out of the ambulance and straightens her jacket. Chim sighs in relief, giving a little smile.

“However, you do have a few spirits of lost patients clinging to this ambulance. I can give you the number of one of my coven members who can help them find closure.” She adds.

“Our ambulance is haunted?” Chimney’s face goes pale and he holds his breath.

“Don’t worry. They won’t affect your ability to do your job, you just might have a feeling that someone is watching you. They’re mostly just confused. Sarah can help you out, she’s a Medium.” Emerson reassures him.

“Well, what about the rest of the building? Is there anything here we should be worried about?” Chim questions her.

“There is a way for me to sweep the rest of the firehouse all at once, but it won’t be as accurate.” She explains.

“Well let’s do it, anything that will help.” He shifts on his feet.

“Ok, I’ll try my best.” Emerson says as she walks over to the back of the firehouse near the gym, Chim and Buck in tow. She turns to face out toward the front bay doors with a good view of a large portion of the vehicle bay. She sings an arpeggio, letting the notes resonate in the room.

“You have great acoustics here.” She says, spinning around looking up at the ceiling. She sings a few lines from Wicked Game, even louder this time.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

Her voice rings through the whole building, echoing back to her. It has an enchanting quality to it, just a slight edge that separates it from other people’s voices. Bobby and Eddie come to the railing to investigate. Her singing was loud enough to tear them away from their work upstairs.

“Em? What are you doing here?” Eddie calls down to her, very confused yet intrigued.

“Yeah guys, what’s going on?” Bobby asks, checking to see what shenanigans were going on in his firehouse.

“Chimney. Asked me to check the place for curses.” Emerson points at Chim with her thumb over her shoulder. Momo jumps onto her head, his leg falling in front of her eye and making her squint. Bobby and Eddie share an exasperated look and roll their eyes.

“Chimney, the bracelet wasn’t cursed.” Bobby says, his hand on his pained face.

“Oh we cleared that up, Em just confirmed that’s not a problem. But we’re checking the rest of the station.” Chim answers. Bobby sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Alright, as long as it doesn’t interfere with our jobs, do what you need to feel better.” Bobby says.

“Yes! Thanks, Cap!” Chim jumps.

“This won’t take long, I promise.” Emerson shouts up to Bobby. He waves to her and goes back to the kitchen, leaving Eddie at the railing.

“Ok, where was I…ah. This might do.” She looks around until she remembers the next step. She heads for the fire pole and gives it a few knocks with her knuckle.

“What are you doing?” Buck asks as he and Chim walk over to meet her.

“Trying to find an object of importance to the firehouse that has good resonance.” She knocks the pole again, leaning her ear close. She hums a few times until she matches the pitch of the metal pole. “Got it.”

Reaching into her sling bag, Emerson pulls out a fabric case. She unzips it to reveal a tuning fork kit. Grabbing one of the forks, she double checks that the pitches match. Returning to her previous position by the gym, she takes a few deep breaths.

The tuning fork is hit against the floor, sending vibrations into the air. Emerson copies the pitch and closes her eyes. Her voice is quiet at first, difficult to separate from the ringing metal. Gradually the sound grows and fills the room, even shaking through everyone’s bodies. The tuning fork’s ringing fades and soon it’s just her voice.

She stops, listening to the echoes for anything unusual. Her voice resonates through the building for a few seconds after she goes quiet, eventually fading into nothing. The firefighters hold still, not daring to take a breath. Buck, Chim, and Eddie exchange looks, waiting for an answer. Hen has finished her maintenance and walks over to watch as well. When the sounds finally dissipate, Emerson opens her eyes and stares at the floor.

“Kitchen.” A single word leaves her mouth and she points upstairs.

“Wait, you actually found something?” Hen says, furrowing her brows. Eddie turns to look behind him as Buck and Chim grow nervous.

“Can’t tell what is from here, but there’s definitely an enchanted object upstairs.” Emerson answers her. She puts her tuning forks away as she runs up the stairs, the others following close behind her.

“Hey Cap, she found something.” Eddie shouts to Bobby. He joins the group as Emerson makes it to the top of the stairs and slows down. Bobby is in the kitchen drying dishes. He gives a concerned look when he sees everyone gathering near the stairs.

“Everything alright?” He asks, raising a brow.

“Bobby, I need you to put that pan down on the counter, slowly.” Emerson instructs him. “No sudden movements, just set it down and back out of the kitchen.”

Bobby does as she said, even leaving the dish towel behind. He joins the others behind her. Everyone is silent and doesn’t dare move.

She slowly moves to the kitchen and sings the same pitches she used in the ambulance. She scans the appliances, the counters, and the cabinets. Grabbing the dish towel Bobby had just been using and an oven mitt, she opens a cabinet on the island next to the stove.

“Ah ha! Gotcha!” She reaches in and pulls out a cast iron skillet. Her body is still quite tense, holding the pan at arms length. “This is your culprit.”

“Em, is it dangerous? Do we need to evacuate?” Bobby asks cautiously.

“Don’t know yet, give me a second.” She spins it in a circle between her hands and sings the buzzing sound again.

“Oh.” She finally says. Her body relaxes and she begins to belt out laughing. Everyone looks at her confused, unsure what’s happening.

“You…you guys are safe. This is someone’s idea of a joke.” She continues to laugh and sets the skillet on the counter.

“So we’re not gonna drop dead?” Chim asks.

“No, you can come back into the kitchen. No cause for alarm. Sorry about that.” She answers. The firefighters seem to take a collective sigh of relief. They gather around the island and probe her with questions.

“So…. What's up with the pan? Is it not cursed after all?” Hen asks.

“Oh it’s cursed alright. It’s just more of an inconvenience than deadly.” Emerson responds. A few of them still instinctively take a step back. Eddie reaches over and grabs the skillet.

“So, what’s wrong with it?” He inspects it himself.

“Someone hexed that pan to burn any food someone tries to cook in it. Doesn’t matter who the cook is or the temperature of the stove.” She explains. Bobby’s eyes go wide.

“Damnit, I knew something was off about that pan.” Bobby grits his teeth.

“Yeah… yeah! I’ve always hated it too. Guess that’s why we ended up just keeping it in the cabinet.” Buck chimes in.

“So did someone purposely give us hexed cookware?” Chim asks, looking around at everyone.

“Depends…Bobby, do you know where this came from?” Emerson asks him.

“Consignment store. Why?” He answers.

“Ah, ok. It’s very likely the pan was already cursed when you bought it and wasn’t directed specifically at you guys.” She speculates. “The previous owner may have given it up for the same reason you don’t use it. It looks like a good pan, but it’s deceiving.”

“Huh. How about that.” Bobby grabs the pan from Eddie.

“There are also some witches who like to play pranks by cursing random objects with relatively harmless but inconvenient effects and setting them loose into the world. Mainly just to enjoy the chaos.” She adds.

“So what do we do about it?” Hen asks. “Can you remove the curse?”

“Nope.” She puts her hands up and gives a not it face. “Turns out petty curses like these are complex and difficult to work with. I’ll leave the decision to you. You can keep it as it is, get rid of it, have a professional remove the curse…either way I can’t help you. Sorry.”

“Well regardless, we appreciate you checking the place out. Hopefully, now people will be less squirrelly on shift.” Bobby thanks her before looking directly at Chimney.

“Hey, just followed a hunch.” Chim gets defensive. “Turns out I was right… sort of.”

“You’re welcome. And if you’re worried about someone placing a dangerous curse on the firehouse, I do however have a method you can use to fortify the place. No magic required.” Emerson says.

“What really? What is it?” Buck chimes in.

“Plants. Just place a whole bunch of plants in here and if there’s some bad energy being sent your way, they will absorb the brunt of it.” She explains. “There’s a reason my house looks like a jungle.”

“Any particular kind of plants or…” Hen asks.

“Anything will do. Just keep them watered and pruned.” Emerson says as she starts to head for the stairs.

“How will we know it’s working?” Bobby asks. She pauses to look back at him.

“If all of the plants suddenly drop dead at the same time with no natural cause. That is if Eddie hasn’t killed them first.” She jokes. They snort and laugh at her comment, meanwhile Eddie flushes red and sips his coffee.

“Thanks again, Em.” Chimney waves. Emerson waves back and heads out of the firehouse. She stops to look back at the station before getting in her car, nodding to herself.

“Yep, still got it.”

[drades-lair]

Never trust a snake

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Reader

Rating: T for mild suggestions of sex and swearing

Notes: This was an idea I got from https://twitter.com/redthespian1 post https://twitter.com/redthespian1/status/1644684023829082116

Another day another smoke filled, piss stained saloon with cheap watered-down booze. You stride through the saloon style doors immediately catching the attention of what riff raff called this place home, not that you really gave two shits. You knew you were attractive after all a six-foot tall, succubus/imp hybrid wasn’t a common sight in Wrath, add in that you had a deep crimson complexion that almost appeared black in some light with a pair of bright pink eyes, and you were quite the catch. You walked straight up to the bar top, waving down the bar tender who looked two hell steeds short of a full barn but if he served you a drink you didn’t care.

“What can I gettchya?” The bar tender asked in a low sleepy drawl.

“Get me a (Favorite drink),” You answered.

The bar tender gave a small nod then pulled a glass from the counter and filled your order, sliding it to you once finished. You snatched the glass with one hand instantly taking a swig, it tasted just as shitty as you knew it would, yet it was better then nothing after a long hard week working on your struggling little farm. Setting your drink on the bar top you absently played with the leather laces of your chestnut brown leather corset top. You weren’t dressed up or anything you always wore this top with a dark wash jean jacket and a pair of matching dark wash jeans all topped off with a pair of cowgirl boots the same color as your top with golden accents. Your long tail wrapped around the stool you sat on; the tip was the shape of an elongated heart with a large chip out of the edge from an accident long ago. You stared at your drink allowing thoughts to drown out the drunken chatter of the five patrons currently in attendance of this bar, your hair falling loosely around your face when a box of cigarettes with one sticking from it appeared in your peripheral, drawing your gaze up to the face of a pale imp wearing a cowboy hat and a wide smirk.

“Smoke?” The imp offered. You took a moment to look over the pale imp, he was tall like yourself, wearing a fringed jacket, vest and pale colored jeans all topped off with cowboy boots and a red bandana. You noted his long swooping tail with spikes near the base, he was handsome there was no doubt about that however you weren’t stupid it was clear this imp was a charmer.

“Sure,” You accepted pulling the smoke from the pack he offered. You popped the smoke into your mouth then pulled out a lighter from your pocket to light it.

“Names Striker, what’s yers?” The pale imp introduced taking a seat on the stool next to you.

“(Y/N),” You simply responded, eyeing the imp cautiously. Taking a drag of the cigarette you released a puff of smoke moments later; this guy was full of BS charm to the point it was flowing out his ears luckily you could spot a snake from twenty paces with a blind fold on.

“What’s a pretty thang like Ya doin’ in a place like this?” Striker asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Not lookin’ for some pompous slitherin’ snake that’s for damn sure,” You retorted coldly.

“Humph, Ooh, ouch, feisty lil thang arentchya,” Striker huffed a laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” You retorted swigging your drink.

“I like that, look I’ll shootchya straight, I ain’t lookin’ for anythin’ except perhaps a lil fun,” Striker explained.

“Hmm, a little fun Ya say…” You didn’t just hope into bed with anyone however on the odd occasion as a succubus/imp hybrid you did get cravings and it had been a while…Striker was hot and apparently offering.

“Yeah, we don’t even have ta go anywhere. How’s about we just slip off to the bathrooms,” Striker suggested laying on that charm so thick it was like blood dripping from his maw. After a few more moments of contemplation, you downed the last of your drink then took a long drag of the cigarette in your hand.

“Fuck it, why not,” You declared crushing out the cigarette on the bar top then standing up.

Striker’s smirk grew wider as he too stood with you, following your lead to the bathroom. Once inside you were instantly spun around and shoved up against the grime covered tile between two of the four urinals, Striker’s mouth immediately latching onto yours. You pressed back while yanking off his jacket, tossing it to the floor as his hands found their way to your ass, massaging liberally. You were lost in the moment completely focused on getting Striker’s pants open as quickly as possible when he snatched one of your hands from his belt and promptly cuffed you to the urinal on the right. Confusion overwhelmed your horny brain causing you to crash back into reality, looking from your cuffed hand to Striker who’d taken a couple steps back and was now chuckling.

“Lose somethin’ darlin’?” Striker chortled, holding up your wallet!

“What the…!? You fucker!” You exclaimed in rage, yanking on the cuff holding you to the urinal.

“Sorry Darlin’ but yer not my type,” Striker crooned, reaching down to grab his jacket off the disgusting floor. Striker closed his pants back up then did up his belt before slinging his jacket over his shoulder continuing to smugly chuckle the entire time.

“You son of a bitch! If I ever fuckin’ find you, I’ll fuckin’ kill Ya!” You screamed in anger, trying to get free of the cuffs the entire time.

“Fair enough, see Ya around,” Striker commented over his shoulder with a tip of his hat then exited the bathroom leaving you there.

You narrowed your eyes at the closed bathroom door with a vow you’d find the imp one day and make him pay for this insult.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Gasoline

a/n: hi! so this is my first time writing for Wanda romantically and idk how i really feel about it but this prompt popped in my head and i just felt like it fit her the most. edit: all 3 parts are out!!

warning(s): arguments - fighting; insecurities (both); fear; terribly written arguments; very slight mentions of emotional abusive past

wanda maximoff taglist:

word count: 1.2k

disclaimer: i try and write wanda maximoff as rromani and Jewish as she is in the comics, her descriptions will be akin to those in the comics, i haven’t read many of the marvel comics so if i get something wrong, you are free to tell me (respectfully) in my ask box or dms <3

You don’t know how the argument started. One minute, you were enjoying a nice quiet evening with your girlfriend, reading on the couch while she did magic in the kitchen. Not literal magic, though you know she could, but cooking up the most delicious of smells. It could’ve started after you stated how nice it was to finally have some time together. After all, in the past couple of weeks, you’d only seen your girlfriend a couple of times.

Now, dinner forgotten on the counter, your book strewn across the couch, you and Wanda stood across from each other, arguing over the most trivial things.

“That’s not what I was saying Wanda! I just was enjoying some time together!”

“So you think I’ve been neglecting you?”

You threw your hands in the hair, exasperated.

“Wha-no! That’s not what I was saying at all! I understand you have to go on missions and I respect that but I also want days where I can just spend time with my partner!”

Wanda was silent for a moment before answering.

“Do you?”

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

“Do I what?”

Wanda’s eyes took on a reddish glow, her power boiling under the surface. The last few weeks, to put it simply, had been hell. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the victims of the villain she had been too late to defeat. Every time she got to be alone, some lunatic attacked Times Square. Your supposedly simple comment was like throwing a match on a puddle of gasoline.

“Do you understand I have to go on missions? Because every time I come home, you point out I was gone! I know I was! I was surrounded by hurt people, by my struggling fellow Avengers, and I knew I wasn’t with you!”

Her voice slowly got louder, freezing you into place. Your breathing increased but you tried to calm yourself down.

Wanda wouldn’t yell at you, she knew your history, you had no reason to be afraid.

Oh how wrong you turned out to be.

“I’m tired of it, Y/N! I’m tired of coming home and hearing you complain about me being away! My job is hard enough!”

With every octave her voice rose, your chest starting heaving with labored breaths. Wanda, in her anger, didn’t seem to notice your quiet state, how you had practically curled in towards yourself, how your eyes had gone wide. She raised her hands in the air, frustration rolling off of her in waves.

“It’s so annoying! Maybe if it bothers you so much that I’m away, I’ll just quit! Huh? Then more people would get hurt because I wasn’t there, all for the fact my girlfriend can’t spend a few measly hours alone!” She only paused to catch her breath, before yelling out something she would immediately regret, “Maybe I shouldn’t come home at all, how would that make you feel?”

The air was sucked out of the room. Wanda felt her eyes widen as she realized what she had said and done. It was like she could see you again, you staring at her, eyes wide with betrayal, glossing over with past memories. Memories she knew you had started to forget. Memories of long night spent huddled in a corner as they yelled at you, as they broke you down into a million pieces and then didn’t pick you up.

Wanda covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head.

“No, Y/N, that’s not what I-”

She took a step forward, arms reaching out to console you, but paused at your reaction.

You flinched.

It was like running into a brick wall. Wanda felt like someone had dropped ice water on her.

You took a shaky step back, Wanda’s heart breaking at the fearful look on your face. You swallowed a few times before speaking, your voice surprisingly clear.

“I think- I think I’m going to stay at Yelena’s tonight.”

With that, you grabbed your phone and keys and walked out the door, not once looking back at Wanda, who remained frozen in the kitchen.

Once she heard the door shut, she snapped out of it.

“Wait-!” She stepped forward before realizing it was too late. Tears welled up in her eyes, angry at herself. God, how could she be so stupid? You had told her about your past, how it had scarred you. And she just-

Oh no. What if you didn’t come back? Had she broken the one thing that was whole in her life? Why had she allowed one innocent comment to anger her so?

With every thought running through her mind, Wanda ran her hands through her hair, the dark brown strands sticking every direction. Crying, Wanda fell to her knees, head shaking. With one wail, she let out a burst of magic, shaking the cabinets and counters. Curling up against the island, Wanda pulled out her phone and opened your contact. But she couldn’t convince herself to call you, she was sure you wouldn’t answer. Leaning her forehead against the cold metal device, Wanda spoke out loud.

“Oh Y/N, beba. I’m sorry. Žao mi je moja ljubavi.”

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At Yelena’s apartment, you weren’t much better. Curled up in a soft blanket on the couch, you listened to your best friend rant about she was going to kill your girlfriend.

“Yelena.” You murmured softly, making your friend stop talking and come to sit next to you on the couch. She handed you a bowl of mac n’ cheese but you shook your head.

“Are you sure? I didn’t add hot sauce this time, I promise.”

You giggled at what she said but still didn’t take the bowl. A wave of sadness overtook you, tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned your head backwards on the couch.

“Oh God, ‘Lena, how could I have been so stupid?”

Yelena tried to comfort you but you continued.

“Why did I have to say something? I mean the night was going so peacefully and nice and I just had to run my mouth! I should’ve known she was stressed and now,” You sobbed, tears rapidly falling down your face, “Now, she doesn’t even want to be around me! What if when I go home she has all my things packed? Oh no, what if, what if she finds someone else? Someone who doesn’t complain when she’s gone or looses sleep just because she isn’t there in bed? What if-”

Yelena gently but firmly grabbed your hands, the look in her eyes making you pause.

“You’re spiraling, Y/N, come on, take a deep breath, in and out,” she rubbed your back, pulling you in for a hug, “It’s going to be alright. Wanda loves you and even though she totally messed up tonight, she’s not going to find someone else or kick you out. You are irreplaceable.”

You smiled against Yelena’s shoulder, tears stilling falling from your eyes.

“Is it okay if I spend the night?” You mumbled against your friend. Yelena looked over to her phone, which she had put on mute, where 75 call notifications lit up her screen. All were from Wanda. Looking back to your shaking form, your best friend tightened her arms around you.

“You can stay for the night Y/N or however long you need.”

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a/n: ok ik that really didn’t make sense but thank you so much for reading! if anyone wants a part two let me know! Hopefully i did okay while writing Wanda’s character! feel free to send in requests for her <3

italics were words in serbian:

beba = baby

Žao mi je moja ljubavi = I’m sorry my love

[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Lawyer!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by @dinolandsworld: ok here i am!! i'm exposing myself a lot here but this is actually a fantasy of mine and the law jargin story added a lot to it ... basically having reader fucking natasha senseless in an actual courtroom.

maybe reader is prepping for a trial and yk how they get the courtroom to practice before it and nat shows up and once again gets turned on because of the words reader is using and because how hot she looks in a suit .. and yeah. just nat getting bended over the witness stand with reader fucking her from behind

that would be kind of it

Word count: 1337

AN: Looks like y’all couldn’t get enough of Part 1, so here’s a little more to keep the sinners fed. 😘

Repost because Tumblr is a hoe.

“The defense would like to bring Ms. Johnson to the stand at this time,” you say, trying your best not to look down at your notes. Your partner, Jennifer, sits behind the podium, playing the role of Ms. Johnson.

“Ms. Johnson, can you confirm that you were walking on the sidewalk of 7th Avenue on the night of July 30, 2022?” you ask.

“I was,” Jennifer says.

“Could you see the two defendants sitting on the front porch of the house?”

“Yes.”

“And were you present when the gunshots were fired?” you ask.

“Yes, because I heard them and saw the muzzle flash,” Jennifer answers.

“Could you see who fired the gun?”

“No, but I know a gun was fired from that porch.” Jennifer was going off the police report with Ms. Johnson’s witness statement. This cross-examination was the only way to extract information that wasn’t recorded in the official report–and also point out its flaws.

“But you don’t know who shot it?” You hadn’t intended for it to sound like a question, but you couldn’t take it back and Jennifer jumped on your mistake.

“Objection,” Jennifer says, now taking on the role of the opposing counsel and the judge. “Asked and answered, Y/N.”

“Right.” You’re grateful she doesn’t steamroll you and cause you to lose your rhythm, but you gracefully move into the next question without much pause. “After the gun was fired…”

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Natasha strides through the courthouse, searching for Department 103. This is not her element, and she feels like a foreigner wandering the halls. People in full suits–whom she assumes must be attorneys–walk by, and she secretly hopes you’re wearing one, too, even though you were just here for court preparation.

After consulting a faded directory on the wall, she finds the correct courtroom. She pushes open the door slightly, hearing your voice and your partner’s.

“Objection, Your Honor,” Natasha hears you say and she feels a jolt go right down her core. “There is a lack of foundation for that evidence because the opposing counsel did not properly admit it.”

Natasha had spent the last few weeks watching all the law shows she could get her hands on, but she still doesn’t understand a word you say.

“Wait, really?” Jennifer breaks character to ask you.

“You didn’t ask the right questions,” you say.

“I didn’t?”

“No, remember you have to have the witness testify about the evidence. Then you have to ask the court to admit it. It’s a step-by-step process.”

Natasha wants to swoon when she hears you educating your partner about court rules.

“Ok, that makes sense, thank you.” Jennifer collects her notes into a briefcase. “You’ll be okay for tomorrow?”

“I’ll be out in a few minutes. Just need to go over some last-minute arguments,” you reply.

“Need any help?”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Natasha backs away from the door and waits until your partner exits before popping up.

“Oh, hey, Natasha,” Jennifer says. “Y/N will be right out.”

“Thanks.” Natasha practically runs into the courtroom. “Hi, baby!” she calls out.

“Nat! What are you doing here?” You’re in the middle of clipping your briefcase closed when you turn around and see her. Today, you’re wearing a white button-shirt whose buttons look like they’re going to pop off if you flex too hard, paired with black suspenders. Natasha wipes her chin as she walks up to you.

“I thought we could grab dinner together,” she says, grabbing onto one of the suspenders and dragging you down to her level. She takes extra caution to kiss you lightly on the lips when all she wants is for you to take her right here in the courtroom. “I heard a little bit of what you and Jennifer were talking about. I still couldn’t understand any of it, but it was…” She bites her lip while looking up at you.

You chuckle, no longer surprised at how much work talk turns on your girlfriend. The last few times you were in bed with her, she had made you recite your entire thesis.

“You want me to put you on the stand?” you ask, your voice lowering.

Her eyes widen.

“And what if, instead of cross-examining you, I fuck you?”

Natasha looks at your crotch, where she suddenly notices how much it’s bulged out.

“Just in case.” You wink at her.

Natasha squeals as you pick her up easily and carry her to the podium to the right of the judge’s chair (maybe you could use that another time). You kick the chair out of the way, setting her on the desk and brushing her hair aside so you can kiss her neck. Natasha throws her head back and moans, her hands clinging onto your broad shoulders and raking down your back.

“The defense would like to call Ms. Natasha Romanoff to the stand,” you whisper into her ear, feeling her shudder against you. “Do you know why you’re here today, Ms. Romanoff?”

“Because…Because…” Natasha is already a mess and you haven’t even touched her yet.

“Because you were fucked by the defendant?” Your hand forces its way up Natasha’s shirt and gropes her breast. She pants against your neck, her nails digging harder into your back. “Answer the question, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Yes, yes, I was,” she begs.

You pick her up off the desk and turn her around, bending her forward until her stomach is flat against the wood surface. Her skirt rides up and you see she isn’t wearing panties. You lick your lips in anticipation.

“The defendant’s counsel would like to introduce Exhibit A to the jury,” you say, keeping one hand on Natasha’s butt and the other pulling down your pants so your strap has room to pop out.

Natasha keens when she feels the toy brush against her center and pushes back instinctively. You thrust your hips forward and bury the strap inside of her without warning. Natasha squirms underneath but you keep her pinned down, your muscular thighs pressed to the backs of hers and you don’t move so she can adjust to the size.

“Ms. Romanoff, is this the same strap the defendant fucked you with?” you ask, barely able to control your own breathing now.

Natasha feels so full, her walls massaging the strap and she clenches uncontrollably around it. “Yes, it is,” she answers, her voice strained.  

“And how exactly did the defendant fuck you?”

“Hard and rough,” Natasha says, hoping to get her point across.

“Like this?” Your fingers tighten around her hips and you start hammering your hips like an animal.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Natasha screams at a volume that makes you momentarily concerned someone outside will hear. She goes limp across the witness stand as you pound into her tightness, grunting and growling with each of your thrusts.

You never thought you would take your girlfriend like this, in an actual courtroom on an actual witness stand, and you won’t take the opportunity for granted. The strap is angled upwards to hit your own clit with every thrust, and the stimulation is enough to keep you in line with Natasha’s pending orgasm.

“Did the defendant let you cum?” you ask, keeping your rough pace, although your thrusts become more uneven and sloppy.

“Yes,” Natasha squeaks.

“Did you want to cum today?”

“Please let me,” she practically sobs.

“The court will allow it,” you respond, giving her one more deep thrust and feeling her walls tighten around your strap. Your body goes rigid as your own orgasm washes over you, and when your legs finally stop trembling you rest a little of your weight on Natasha’s back and stroke your fingers through her hair softly.

“You okay, baby?” you whisper, stroking the back of her head.

“Perfect,” she sighs.

“Good.” You gently pull her off the witness stand and push her down onto her knees, your slick strap bobbing in front of her flushed face. “How about we try introducing Exhibit B to the court now?”

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AN: Hee hee. 😈

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BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

So, I got this funny thought.

Somehow I can’t stop thinking about Naga!Tenoch Huerta/Namor. So now I have this wee story in mind.

Imagine almost drowning and being saved by this big mysterious creature that you only know for sure to have scales. Hoping to encounter it again, you visit the beach daily.

However, one day, you spot something on the rocks. Slumped over, it seems like a statue of some sort. Nevertheless, as you come closer, you remark it’s a creature that’s half man and half snake.

And wounded.

Risking your own neck, you close in on the stranger, all the while contemplating what the hell you’re getting yourself into and how on Earth you’re gonna get him to your tiny apartment above the small beach café/bakery you run. After all, how does one take care of whatever it is he is?

Despite the immense struggle, you get him off the rocks. Arms propped under his, you quite literally drag him home while mentally apologizing and praying you’re not making the wounds in his tail worse.

Lost for what else to do, you store him in your bath, which you fill with water. Not thinking it will work, but not knowing what else to do, you treat his wounds like you’d treat them if they were on a human.

He regains consciousness, but is still too weak to protest or make an attempt to flee. You notice his rigid stature, though, and turn to him with a soft-spoken voice. “It’s alright, I’m a friend. Look.” You point to his awkwardly bandaged tail. “I wouldn’t have done that if I meant you any harm. By the way, I’m sorry it’s not done well. I think you understand when I say I’ve little experience taking care of someone like you.”

“Níib óolal,” he says, propping himself up a bit. You notice he has a slight accent while he continues in English as best he can. “I appreciate it. You could left me there.”

“How’d you get here? You seem a long way from home.”

“I got lost and came across a fisher boat.” His lips pull into a snarl. “They were hunting and using spears. Got me with one. As you can see, I managed to escape, but not without wounds. I guess I must’ve washed up.”

“Can you remember where you were going?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Do you remember your name?”

His brow furrows as he scours his mind. “Namor, I think.”

“Well, Namor, I’m Y/N.” You extend your hand.

He shakes it warily.

“No worries. I’ll see you right as rain and drop you off at the beach once you’re well again.”

“How can the rain be right? Water drops aren’t straight.”

You chuckle. “It’s a saying.”

What follows are many shared meals and coffee moments after work in the bathroom. After a week or two, he seems good to go. Nonetheless, where you expected to have to drag him to the beach as awkward and hazardous as you did before, he heaves himself out of the tub onto the tiles and watch how his tail transforms into a pair of (very muscular) legs. Namor crawls to his feet, but you lunge forward when he almost topples over.

“It’s been a while since I used these,” he chuckles.

“I can tell,” you say, looking down.

And seeing more than you bargained for, so you snap up, almost as red as a lobster.

“What’s wrong? Never seen a man?” he asks, evidently amused.

“Oh, shut up. Lean on me. No one should be out on the streets yet, so we should be good.”

With him leaning on you, you two hobble over to the beach. Once in the water, his legs revert into the big brown-scaled tail again.

You crouch down and he props himself up on his arms, eyes locked. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Don’t mention it. Feel free to drop by whenever. Do give me some sort of sign before you do, though.”

“Then better keep your ears open for the song of the sea.” The lights in his eyes die. “I suppose this is goodbye.”

“Yeah,” you confirm, sharing his hesitancy.

“May fortune find and bless you, my friend.”

But the story is far from over.

For, a week or so later, you see a familiar face pop out of the water.

“You’re still at the beach,” Namor remarks once he’s swam to the shoreline.

“You’re still here,” you answer.

“Afraid you’d never see me again?” Although he means it in jest, the dullness in his gaze gives away there’s something else, more somber, at play.

“Maybe. Have you been here since?”

“I don’t know where else to go. This is my home now because I have forgotten the place I’ve might once called that.” The smile he tries to muster falls apart by the quiver in his lips. “I can’t remember anything. But I’ve built up my life from nothing once before, I feel that in my bones. Guess I’ll do it again. Here, in these waters.” Mischievous lights illuminate his brown eyes. “And in the upper world. My legs could use the movement. Besides, it would be nice to drink coffee with you. At a table in your café instead of you come here every time. Good to observe people too.”

“Just say you missed my croissants,” you say, kneeling to be at the same height as him.

“I missed you,” he whispers against your lips, leaning in.

He places his hands on your thighs for support as he leans in further to steal a kiss. His lips are soft and taste of the ocean, moving slow and with a note of hesitancy like the waves have when they lap at the shore.

“I missed you too,” you say when you force yourself to break away, in part for air. “You’ll always have a home here. My door’s wide open.”

A wee bonus;

Can we please just take a moment to appreciate this photo & him in general🥰

(Someone please take Tenoch away from me because that man is NOT good for my health😹)

[primofate]

Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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