#idk why i just like the way he slid in there and BOOM

[frostluvrs]

for some reason this short scene was my favorite part of the episode

[bunnyyamor]

daddy kink

[ OCTOBER 27TH ] TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem! reader (step-dad au)

synopsis; you had wanted to trick or treat with your whole family but your mom was busy on halloween night. so instead you were stuck trick or treating with your step dad. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, daddy kink, pseudo-incest, age gaps, pet-names, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies-to-lovers, jealous! toji, over protective! toji, dirty talk, beta read!

notes; so i changed the layout a wee bit, but this is by far my fav fic i think ive written. idk its my style aesthetic and i love her lol. also toji is one of my favs cuz he is so fine so enjoy bbys. pls remember to unhide mature posts in tumblr settings and comment, like and reblog!

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“so i’m thinking we’ll hit up the neighbors house, then maybe go egg some houses.” your mother raised her brow with a glare. “then we can come back home and eat all our candy while watching spoooooky movies,” you moved your fingers in a scary way. “that’s the plan. so what are you going to wear this year?”

“actually, honey. i’m not going.”

“what?” your mouth widened in shock. you were looking forward to this day for a whole year. “but you had your whole outfit picked out and everything.”

your mother rolled her eyes, annoyed, “i know. look, it’s not like i chose to not go. they have me wanting to come in for another shift.”

you were texting on your phone, pissed. “then tell them no. literally i got this day off for this, so can you.”

“it’s not that simple. i don’t know why you can’t do anything on your own?  i already told you i tried, enough, what do you want from me?”

“you never hang out with me anymore,” you pouted. “it’s always work or that man.”

your mother snapped at your face, “watch yourself. that is your step-father.”

“he is nothing to me,” you crossed your arms. “he is just a dude you’ve been with for a while that stays at our house.”

“i want you to respect him, y/n. he is a good man.”

footsteps boomed down the stairs. there he was. the man that was with your mother for almost 2 years now. toji fushiguro. it looked as if he had just come out of the shower. he was wearing gray sweatpants without a shirt and his hair dripped on his shoulders. “hey baby,” his voice was raspy as he kissed your mom. 

“jesus fucking christ. put on a shirt dude.” you shouldered him as you walked by. 

“y/n!” your mom shouted. 

you saw in your peripheral vision toji’s face darkened in anger. but you didn’t care if he was angry. he could suck it!

“what mom? i’m being a good girl.” you slid over your couch and laid there, upside down, texting on your phone, trying to make late plans. “maybe i’ll ask my friend if i can go to a party. aye, that’ll do it. i can go get wasted.” you chuckled. 

you knew your mother was probably rubbing her temple and your ‘step-father’ was consoling her. he literally made you want to vomit. he made you angry and his presence was a nuisance to you.      

“y/n, you know how we feel about you going to those parties. besides i don’t really like your friends,” toji crossed his arms. he had a way of making your mother think exactly like him. even if she was half on your side and thinking she would immediately turn her morals to his. your mother treated your step-father as if he was all knowing. she listened and did everything he told her. it bothered you so much. 

you jumped up from the couch and made your way to toji’s huge form. he was humongous, broad shoulders, muscles galore, he almost touched your house's ceiling. he was a huge man. that didn’t intimidate you one bit. “you can’t tell me what to do. this is my house, my mom, and my life.”

toji smirked, “that’s true but i also am your step-father.” he took one step closer to you. the air shifting between you two. his arms were crossed over his chest. you never realized how thick he was on his chest area. they literally protruded under his arms. still, even with his size, you didn’t want him to think he won. 

“i know who you really are. you can’t fool me. and you will never be my father,” you uttered the words so that only you and toji could hear. you thought that would break him but instead it grew a gleam in his eyes. something shined within him that made him break the smirk into a toothy grin. he was playing your game. “whatever. i’ll just call megumi and hang out with him. we’ll go trick-or-treating.”

“megumi texted me. he’s going with yuji itadori actually. so, it looks like it’s just you and me sweetheart.” toji winked. 

you threw your hands up in the air frustrated. “yay,” your mom clapped her hands, “daddy and daughter time.”

you went upstairs and got changed in your ballerina costume. maybe you could separate from him and hang out with your friends. this was supposed to be a family gathering but of course, your mother had to ruin it. 

you came downstairs and as you came down you noticed your mom was gone and instead toji sat on the couch. something was different with him. “you done?” he called out. 

you stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to turn around. he stood up and turned and you knew that something was different. you felt different with your step-dad. toji smirked as he showed up in a nightwing costume. each muscle outlined, his hair disheveled, and he was wearing the eye mask. he leaned against the couch, you couldn't help it but divert your eyes to his cock. it was outlined as well, and…huge. you gulped. “wow you look-”

“cool?” he slowly walked over to the end of the stairs. “not so boring?” his eyes slowly made their way from your legs up to your face. “ballerina?”

you did your makeup pink themed and you wore a cute gloss over your lips. your lips were pursed out, all innocent looking. you were all pink and girly. super feminine. even painting your nails red. you wore a pink leotard with a sheer pink skirt. the leotard was tight, showing all your curves and ass. you looked like a cake topper, a cute pink macaroon. any man would want to take a bite. 

“sweetheart, you look so beautiful. so perfect, delicate.” he whispered as his hands traveled up your legs. you didn’t have a snappy comeback. instead he made you flustered. his eyes held some kind of villainy within him. his neck curved, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared up at you as if you were an angel. he looked guilty and wanting at the same time. his eyes were half-lidded. you noticed the way he sniffed the air, sniffing you. his big, calloused hands looked so gigantic against your legs, covering your entire calf as he rubbed it lightly and squeezed it gently. “you ready?” his voice was hoarse. 

you covered your face, wanting to hide your emotions and feelings. you were only human. “yeah, whatever. let’s just get this over with, old man.” you pushed him aside as you walked in front of him. you realized he was staring at your ass. 

what was wrong with your step-father? he was your mother’s boyfriend! and yet why did you feel dirty? why did you feel that if something happened today you would let him do whatever he wanted to you? why did you want him to do something to you? why was he acting this way all of a sudden? 

everyone was out. the night was young as so many families walked around the neighborhood in their costumes, wanting candy. you knew the town, knew the houses, the streets so you walked around like you knew everyone, it was true you did. toji looked at you with pride. the way you walked around, not afraid, acting like you were the main character. a part of him was irked by your rudeness but also he couldn't help but stare at you. he couldn’t help but be attracted to you. 

“let’s pause here,” you said. you had put a spray around your hair and neck that was sparkles. it twinkled in the moonlight. this caught toji’s attention. you smelled like vanilla and looked like a diamond. all your sparkles catching his eye. you whipped your phone out and leaned your head against toji’s shoulder. “let’s take a selfie and send it to mom. she wants one.” you lied through your teeth. you looked away as you said this lie. 

toji grinned evilly. “mom? or more like you?” his face dipped to your height. he pushed you against a fence, caging your small body with his. you winced, finally breaking, he was winning. your tiny hands pressed against his chest, strong and plump. you were hot. toji was pinning you against the fence. his face was only centimeters away from yours. “c’mon baby. you can tell daddy the truth.”

“i-i-it’s. okay fine. doesn’t matter. mom will like it.” you shouted, hiding your face. you were never bashful or shy! why were you becoming like this? he made you this way!

“okay, let’s send her a selfie.” toji all of a sudden picked you up, arm under your ass as his big hands gripped your plump thighs. “what the fuck?” your body was placed on his shoulder. the sides of your leotard rising higher from the movement. your heart was beating faster than ever before. “toji, what are you doing-”

“toji? angel, i’m your step-father. call me daddy.”

you gulped, “f-fine. what are you doing, daddy?” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. you also felt wetness down at the name. 

“i’m taking a picture with my sweet baby girl. alright, say cheese!”

you hated him. hated him more than ever in this moment. he was playing with you and your mom. he was messing with your mind. you knew it wasn’t because he actually liked you, it was because he wanted to get back at you for earlier. “n-no! i don’t have to listen to you.” you crossed your arms. the side of your ass was pressed next to toji’s face. toji raised his brow and shook his head, “good girls listen.” his mouth then turned to bite a piece of your ass peeking from the leotard. it was a light bite and then his tongue peaked out and licked the bite. “c’mon, smile.” 

you jumped but was held still by toji. “toji-i mean, daddy!” your step-father just bit your ass. and you liked it. you liked it so much. you wiggled on his shoulder. finally, you smiled and toji took the selfie. he came out so attractive. his jawline was prominent in the photo, he looked like a model. his smirk making his scar above his lip prominent. you were wide eyed looking innocent in the camera. more from what toji just did seconds ago and from where you were seated. toji carried you like you weighed nothing.

he put you back down and you felt dizzy from everything. what were you feeling? “send me that picture,” toji’s hands landed on your shoulder then traveled up to around your neck, caressing your skin there. “i think you look so beautiful in it.”

why were you so quiet? you decided, toji wasn’t going to win. you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

you both went to a door. you knew who lived there. it was a guy that you knew had a crush on you from when you both were in high school. of course, you never liked him but you wanted toji to realize you didn’t care about him and his actions. 

toji knocked the door for you. he was behind you most of the day, keeping an eye out since it was night. you weren’t going to lie, you did like how protective he was over you. you felt safe with him. he always had a shoulder wrapped around you or his hand on you to make sure you were always with him. always standing behind you, close by, so close you can smell his cologne. 

“thank you daddy.” you smiled wide. excited for what was gonna happen. the door opened and low and behold it was the guy that had a crush on you. “y/n? wow, welcome! damn, you look good.” he eyed you up and down. you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was toji’s and it was tightening around you. you looked up behind you and saw his face. if looks could kill! he looked so scary! he wore a scowl and his eyes were dark, full of anger. 

you rolled your eyes and popped your butt out to the side, placing your hands on your hips, posing. “you think so baby? aww thank you, love!”

the guy leaned against the door frame, coming closer to you. toji pulled you back so you fell back against his chest. “i’m her boyfriend.”

“wh-what?” you were about to fight toji. trying to turn around to protest but toji held you in place. “so, back off.” he threatened with a glare. 

the guy backed off, throwing his hands up, surrendering. “damn, sorry man. i didn’t know. well, here’s some candy. enjoy your trick or treat y/n.”

you rolled your eyes and said a quiet “thank you.” you bent down to pick up the candy in the plastic jack o'lantern bucket. you noticed the guy backed away to look at your breasts almost spilling over. you knew toji would not like it. you heard toji grumble in the back of you. but you also noticed that when you bent over your ass by accidently grazed against toji’s dick, you felt it was hard! “c’mon baby. let’s go.” he grabbed your arm, dragging you away. 

you both walked without saying a word. most of the streets were empty, people heading home. toji acted weird, walking in front of you this time, which was something he didn’t do this whole time. 

“daddy?” you called out to him. 

“i can’t believe how you acted. the way he looked at you.” you saw toji rub his temple and bang the fence beside him with his fist. 

“it wasn’t my fault! he was the one all up on me. i was an innocent bystander. what was with the whole, oh i’m her boyfriend?” you imitated him. 

toji turned around, anger evident on his face. “sweetheart, i saw the way he looked at you, daddy knows that look. when a man wants to ravage a sweet girl. the way he looked at you made me so angry, so disgusted.” toji’s jaw clenched. “if i said i was your boyfriend, i knew he would leave you alone.”

you were so done. you shook your head and resumed to walk, wanting to be ahead of him and by yourself. you shoved against him, “whatever. i can’t stand you! i try to like you! try to give you a chance! you think you can play with my feelings and emotions. the way i feel!”

toji grabbed you and picked you up to press you against the fence, like earlier. caging your body. 

“not again with this!” you tried to push him away from you. 

toji clenched the sides of your head and dipped his head to press his feverishly lips against yours. the kiss was passionate, heated. the smacking of lips. you tried to not move your mouth but you couldn't help it. you needed to kiss him. you wrapped your tiny arms, compared to his, around his head to deepen the kiss. 

“daddy, i want you.” you moaned in the kiss. 

“i know baby. i know.” his tongue dragged into your mouth. fighting with your tongue. both breaths hot. moaning and groaning. teeth gnashing. your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. your body was automatically attracted to his, wanting to be pressed against him. 

“we shouldn't do this.” you said. 

“i know.” toji agreed. but then his lips went to your neck. you suck in the air as his plump lips touched the vein on your neck. he could feel your pulse, how rapid it was. you were excited. you wanted this so bad now. 

“you know i hate you so much,” you pushed toji’s head closer so he was licking all your neck. 

“i never hated you. i’ve tried to fight this feeling. but you are so stubborn, such a bad girl.”

you dragged his head back to your lips. you bit his lip. the flesh between your teeth as you dragged it out. eyes directly on his. 

toji picked you up, desperately, his hands under your ass, groping and squeezing your flesh. “you in this outfit. fuck. you really were testing me baby. daddy wanted to fuck you really bad.”

you grinded on his hands. loving how thick they were and veiny. he was very handsome as much as you hated him. “please daddy, fuck me. make me yours.” your eyes were innocent.

toji finally ripped his eye mask off, so his face was plain. you wanted to see his real, raw emotions while he fucked you. he held you with one hand, kissing you sloppily, while the other hand was starting to rip your leotard. “daddy, i’m not wearing underwear! everyone is gonna see me.”

“over my dead body,” he growled. “i’ll rip my costume and wrap it around you.” he ripped the fabric of the leotard that covered your pussy. 

when it was finally gone, you shivered slightly from the cool october air hitting your wet pussy. “i’m cold.” you pouted. 

“don’t worry. daddy, will make you all warm.” toji smirked as his thick fingers slowly touched your cunt. you gasped from the touch then hummed at the feeling. he knew what he was doing. “just like that.”

“baby likes this?”

“i would like it more if it was daddy’s cock.”

toji played with your wetness between his fingers then he lifted the fingers into his mouth. eye contact never leaving as he sucked his fingers dry. “wow, sweetheart. you taste so delicious. does this pussy belong to me?”

you nodded, so hot. his fingers circled your clit, making your legs shake from the nerves. he played with your folds, stretching them slightly. “you ready?”

you looked down at his pent up frustration. it was huge and it wasn’t even uncovered. “yes,” you said low. you were scared. you never fucked someone so big as him. 

“don’t worry baby, daddy will go slow for his angel.” he kissed your forehead as he unzipped. he took his swollen cock out. it was super thick, dripping already with need. he saw you that way as well. he was very much attracted to you. 

toji lifted your legs over his arms. your pussy wide and displayed for him. “look at that pretty pussy. all for daddy. it is so beautiful.”

he was wet and you were soaked. his cock slid it slowly into you. it was perfect. he fit you like a puzzle piece. it went in, inch by inch. “that’s it. take it.” his breath was shaky. you knew he wanted to fuck you hard, wanting to dive into you. but he took it slow. finally he bottomed out. 

“oh my god,” you moaned. moving your hips for him to go fast. 

“already baby! i just put it in. you naughty girl.” toji’s hips went back and forward. both of you getting wetter and squelching. skin sticking. “but if that’s what you want, my baby gets what she wants.” suddenly, toji’s hips started going quicker. he was humping up inside your cunt, your juice dripping down his cock. 

“yesss right there. fuck! yes daddy! right there daddy!” you hugged onto him. your grip tight. his balls slapped against your cunt. his thick cock was dragging in and out. this was not making love, this was pure, straight up, fucking you. he was feral. biting onto your shoulder. 

toji grunted, pounding inside you. nonstop. he was holding you and fucking you. sweat was dripping down his temple. you were pinned against someones fence, being fucked out of your mind. toji kissed you again while he fucked your brains out. loving how you clenched around him. how tight you were. 

“god i feel so full, daddy,” you cried. 

“that’s okay. take it. take it.” toji noticed how you pulsed around his dick. he loved how every time his cock came peeking out of you it was covered, drenched with your cream. you looked so perfect. so angelic. breathing harshly, trying to take all of him. lips puffy, eyelashes thick with tears from the stimulation. your hair was starting to stick to your skin from the sweat. you looked like his favorite vision. he wanted to remember this moment. paint a picture of you this way. his tongue licked inside your mouth, opened mouths making out. his cock and pounding didn’t stop. it went faster, fervently. needing. it was unstoppable. he was unstoppable. if someone was watching let them. you were worth it. he didn’t care in that moment about your mother, he wanted you. wanted to take you to a lair and fuck you everyday every second. you were his drug. 

“daddy, i don’t think i can last longer. i’m gonna cum!”

“go ahead baby. cum for daddy.” he growled as his forehead rested against yours. wanting to see your face. wanting to see how you looked as you took all his seed. 

“ahhhhh!” you shook, grasping onto toji’s shoulders. 

toji didn’t stop. he loved to feel your goopy-ness drip on his cock. it was warm and felt like a  velvet blanket of a waterfall onto him. 

“i’m so fucking lucky,” he whispered to you. “shittt, fuck,” he grunted as he finally came. not able to last because your pussy walls pulsed against his shaft, milking him for everything he was worth. 

“i love you daddy. thank you daddy, fuck,” you kissed him again. it was sloppy, disgusting. saliva everywhere. but you wanted him to know you were his but if he could be yours. 

“i know. i know.” he moaned against your lips. he was still into you and when you both calmed down he slipped out of you. before you could even ask him anything, he ripped his top in half and wrapped it around your hips. he held onto your hand to walk with you but you tripped. you were too weak and held still on the fence.

“i got you.” toji picked you up bridal style. “how bout we cuddle on the couch and watch spooky movies?

your tiny hands touched his face in a feather like touch, “okay. also, i don’t hate you as much.”

toji walked with you cuddled in his arms, he was smirking. “i know.”

[joongernaut]

hello yes I'd like to step to the mic like Ciara on my girl my girl she loves me remix .. Me and my house? We're here to ask why the J line has such distracting lips? The way I couldn't read the subs when Yuta came on in that little heart over height thing and had to keep going back lmaoooo anyway I'd like to request a drabble, the reader and Shotaro play scrabble but they keep stopping to explain words and he's just learning new things lol. Although he IS baby but he is baby romantically too

pairing: osaki shotaro x reader

warning/genre: fluff, crack dialogue, a bit suggestive at the end but nothing explicit

word count: 730

A/N: i've read this message idk how many times but it made me laugh from start to finish every single time like there's so much going on here LMFAO 😭 but thank you for the request and the way this will be my first shotaro related thing considering he's one of my biases is so funny to me shsjdisksskdk sorry in advance if this isn't what you were looking for, i'll do better!

it had been well over 5 minutes now and still no moves were made to continue the scrabble game you and shotaro had started just a while ago. he had been glancing down at the word you spelled out with his fingers rubbing at his chin comically in thought. "y/n, are you sure you didn't make this word up? i've literally never seen it before." he finally questioned, his tone of voice genuinely curious as you let out a giggle.

'FOGBOW' did sound pretty goofy but as someone who took spelling bee's way too seriously back in grade school you assured him that it was, in fact, not made up.

"think of a rainbow but, instead of rain, it's made by fog. boom, there's the word." you told him with a shrug of your shoulders. it made sense now that you defined it but he was clearly not that convinced. shotaro gave you a nod anyway before placing some letters down, spelling out the word 'WOW' in turn. it wouldn't give him much points on his end but he felt as if his turn had took too long already just trying to understand.

"think i need to start bringing out a dictionary when we play this from now on." shotaro said with furrowed eyebrows and you rolled your eyes. "are you trying to say you don't trust me? you think i'd lie about some words for a little game?" you questioned half-offended, hand over your heart dramatically. shotaro looked up from the letter pieces with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "i didn't say anything like that, babe." he said cutely, causing you to scoff but you couldn't fight off the smile that followed as you placed some more letters down.

"alright, no way that's real. what does that word mean?" shotaro asked, look incredulously at the row of 7 letters spelling out 'ZEPPOLI'. "it's an italian pastry! just look it up if it's so questionable." you said with a laugh and he shook his head in response before taking his turn quickly and laying out his own letters. you took a closer look down once he pulled back not even a second later, eyes squinting at the 'word'.

"hey, you can't use that, that's an acronym!" you pointed at the board accusingly. "so?" shotaro said, leaning back on his hands as a small pout formed on his lips. "words like fogbow and zeppoli are okay but 'i love you' crosses the line?" he said, making a 'tch' sound after.

"that is not the same, shotaro, it's-!"

"an acronym, yes i know, thanks to my very beautiful and very smart girlfriend." he teased, a small smirk forming on his lips when the sudden compliment flustered you. "flattery won't get you anywhere, i know you're a bit of a sore loser but come on!" you joked, not missing the way his jaw twitched as he cocked his head to the side.

your jaw dropped slightly as you watched him push his foot against the edge of the board, not a powerful enough kick to send everything flying but enough to shake both of your remaining letters from off of its stand while the ones one the board slid from their places and got mixed up. you met shotaro's gaze as he shot you another smile that turned his eyes into crescents, mischief written all over his face. "oops, sorry. guess we won't know who won now." he said, that cute tone of his coming out again despite the look he gave you.

before shotaro could register your body coming towards him quickly, he was knocked flat onto his back with an audible 'oof!' as you clambered on top of him. his hands instinctively flew to your waist as you straddled his own with your hands on both sides of his face. "i won." you told him firmly, locking eyes with him as he stared back clearly caught off guard.

fully taking in the position, shotaro's eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again as a smile crept back onto his face. you seemed to finally realize the position you were in too, your body suddenly feeling too warm as you felt his grip on your waist tighten and his thumbs start to circle against your skin. "feels like i won now."

[baka-monarch]

Caught

Garden People Bench Trio au! :D

Trigger warning: getting burned on metal (idk what to call it-)

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Tommy sat on a rock at the edge of the koi pond, he kept his legs in the water kicking and splashing whenever the dark blue and white dewdrop would surface. It was a calm day so far, well, that and very hot and as a garden Tommy never really did well in heat which is why he chose to hang out with Ranboo today. He knew he could've gone into the human house with Tubbo, but he didn't really feel like growing a vine to get inside…. Actually, where was Tubbo? They usually came out to the garden by now-

A sudden splash cut off Tommy's thoughts. "If you're so hot then come into the water" Ranboo complained, only really his head poking out of the water.

"I'm not getting in that fucking death trap-" he glared down at his swimming freind. Gardens weren't really good at swimming, to the point that most would drown if they got into water, unlike dewdrops who were actually born in water. "Anyways- we're still waiting for Tubbo-" as if the name had summoned their third, Tubbo's hook suddenly appeared on the side of Tommy's rock, and soon after Tubbo was up too.

"Guys!!!" Tubbo yelled, his excitement evident on his face, even before he pulled his goggles off his golden face. "There's cinnamon rolls in the house!!"

"There's what?" Ranboo was quick to use some water to lift himself up and onto the rock with the two.

"Those weird pastry things the humans eat in the morning- right?" Tommy answered uncertainly.

"Exactly! And there's a whole tray just sitting on the counter!!" The Tinkerers exclaimed, bouncing from foot to foot with a boundless energy.

"Wait-" Tommy gasped. "Are we gonna- do you wanna-"

"Yes!"

"No, no we're not stealing them. We almost got caught last time we took food." Ranboo was quick to cut off the chaotic planning.

"Oh c'mon Boo, live a little- plus even if the humans do walk in we'll be fine" Tubbo smirked and summoned some electricity into his hands, the small bolts of lightning crackling in an endless static.

"Yeah big man, it's not like we're helpless" Tommy added, and to prove his point he made a little vine staircase off of the rock.

The dewdrop sighed. "Fine. But if one of you is caught I'm not saving you." As he started to climb down the vine he didn't see the two fist bumping behind him and quietly snickering. They knew Ranboo would never actually abandon them.

•••

It wasn't long before the trio was climbing some vines up to the window of the human house (courtesy of Tommy), the one that lead straight into the kitchen. Just as Tubbo had said, there was a metal tray filled with steaming cinnamon rolls just sitting unsupervised on the counter. All three of the kids' mouths started watering at the scent of freshly baked pastries.

"Now do you understand why we should take them?" Tubbo smirked up at Ranboo, noticing his wide hungry eyes.

"I'll admit… it smells really good…" Said dewdrop licked their lips as they looked at what had to be hundreds of huge sweets that no one was guarding.

"Let's dig in!!!!" Tommy shouted, and ran forward without thinking. He grabbed the edge of the tray to jump over the edge, but started screaming in pain as soon as he was touching it- and now he wished he hadn't already jumped as he crumpled into the hot tray, feeling the metal burning his white skin.

"TOMMY!!!!" Both Ranboo and Tubbo shouted at the same time as they ran forward to help him. Ranboo carefully reached over the edge of the tray to pick Tommy up since he was taller making them whimper and squirm since being touched hurt, and at the same time Tubbo tapped the edge a few times.

"Shit that's hot-" The tinkerer pulled his hand back. "It must've just come out of the oven…" Tubbo mumbled to himself while their tallest fretted over their burned friend.

"Tommy? Tommy, are you okay?" Ranboo gently held Tommy as he noticed their face twisted in pain and leaking tears.

"N- no I'm fuc- fucking not" Tommy rasped out, "I- I fe- feel like I'm on fire" he squirmed a bit, wanting to be put down, but Ranboo tightened his grip, knowing that Tommy wouldn't be able to walk like this.

"Let's get him to the pond to cool off" Ranboo nodded down at Tubbo as they spoke.

"Do you think you can handle it?" Ranboo asked Tommy who nodded weakly. Tommy's eyebrows knit together in concentration as he tried to make a vine to get out, but lost all power he had part of the way through and almost passed out.

"To- too hurt…" He explained. To do anything with plants Tommy had to concentrate, and right now all he could focus on was the burning all over his body.

"It's alright… Tubbo, do you have your hook?" Ranboo asked the shortest.

"Yeah but he can't climb down it like that-" He started to explain but cut himself off halfway through as he got an idea. Tubbo attached his hook to the counter's edge and started climbing down. "When I get to the bottom, tie the string around him and lower him down to me." He told Ranboo, and didn't wait for them to nod as he slid down.

Ranboo watched over the edge, and as soon as Tubbo let go of the string he pulled it up. The dewdrop waisted no time in tying the string around Tommy. "Tommy, try not to move, I'm going to lower you now but please please please, don't do something that might untie the knot" Tommy only gave a quiet hum to acknowledge he had heard. Ranboo took the answer and slowly started to lower Tommy down to Tubbo.

As bad luck would have it, it was at that moment that they heard the tell tale sound of loud booming footsteps approaching. Human footsteps.

"Hurry up!" Tubbo yelled up, while now nervously glancing to the door.

"I'm going I'm go-" He started to respond but cut himself off as he accidentally dropped the string and had to leap forward to grab it.

"..... What the…" A new voice came from the direction of the door. Both garden people paled, knowing what- or really- who it must be. Slowly Ranboo turned his head to look up and up and up, into the green eyes of one of the humans.

Tubbo was the first to start screaming, and Ranboo quickly joined, while Tommy just squirmed uncomfortably from his perch, the sound was very annoying.

"Woah woah woah, hey it's okay it's okay" The human lifted their hands in surrender and crouched down so they wouldn't be so tall. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Liar!" Tubbo yelled, and summoned some electricity making the human go wide eyed.

"I promise I'm telling the truth- please calm down-" The human said.

"Oh sure," Tubbo rolled his eyes. "we'll calm down and totally let you kidnap us." He stated sarcastically, still holding a ball of electrical charge.

"Look I'm sorry I startled you- can you please just put down the lightning?" They scooted back a bit, and Ranboo could see the slight fear in the humans eyes.

"Why? So you can grab us with your big meat hands?" Tubbo made the electrical ball larger.

"Wait Tubbo-" Ranby called down, hoping to at least deescalate the situation. "If he wanted to do that, wouldn't he have done it already?"

"Wha- but- Ranboo, you can't seriously be…" Tubbo started but looked up to see Ranboo's face and understood what thet meant. He got rid of the electricity, he could resummon it to tazer the human at any time anyways.

"Thank you…" the human let out a breath of relief. "Sooo…." They started but didn't continue- what were they supposed to say? 'Hey we thought tiny people lived here so you don't need to be scared?' No, that'd end horribly. "Need help?" They said instead, noticing the situation with the white one.

"No."

"Yes." Ranboo answered at the same time as Tubbo, which confused the human.

"Which is it…?"

"Yes, could you please help us." Ranboo was quick to respond before Tubbo could refuse. This may be a dumb idea- but they really needed to get Tommy to the pond quickly, or at least get an adult's help quickly. Ranboo didn't know what getting burned all over their body would do to Tommy, and if the human could get them out to the garden where they could get answers quicker, then he'd risk it.

"I assume you want me to get them down?" Ranboo nodded, and glanced down to see Tubbo had his arms crossed and was pouting. "Can I come closer?"

"...sure" Ranboo said hesitantly. "But please go once you're done." The human nodded, and slowly scooted closer. They were very gentle and careful, as they cupped their hands under Tommy and gently set him down next to Tubbo. As promised, the human backed away once done.

Ranboo waited a few minutes to make sure the human wouldn't come back over before he grabbed the string again and slid down to the floor next to Tubbo. The dewdrop picked up Tommy again, only getting a small squirm of protest from Tommy at the action. While Ranboo did that, Tubbo grabbed the string and pulled his hook down.

"Would you want some aloe vera?" The human's voice suddenly rang out in the silence.

"What th fuck is an aloe vera?" Tubbo had watched the humans and watched human tv several times before, but he had yet to hear of that human thing.

"It's a gel that uhm helps with burns" He explained, looking at Tommy a little worried.

"That'd be nice, thanks" Ranboo said, and got a mod in return before the human stood and left to get some.

"What are you doing!?" Tubbo asked Ranboo once they were gone.

"Letting them help us?" The dewdrop was a little confused about why Tubbo was mad.

"Yeah- but it could be an act! What if they're just waiting to catch us later-"

"Why would they do that?"

"Because that's what humans do!!! Well, unless I electricute them-"

"Tubbo don't- can't you tell they're actually helping? That they're actually worried?"

"Yeah, but humans lie-"

"If he really wanted to catch us, don't you think he would've done it, don't you think if he wanted to he would've just run away with Tommy in his hands." Tubbo went quiet for a long time as he mulled that over in his mind- even if he had electricuted them while they had Tommy, it would've hurt Tommy… and he knew humans were smart enough to know that Tubbo wouldn't risk hurting Tommy.

"Oh….."

"Here-" the human was finally back, carefully carrying a thimble. "I have it- uhm, how do you want me to give it to you?"

"Just put it down there, and we can get it." Ranboo smiled up at the human as they followed his instructions.

"Okay, well, be safe" The human gave an awkward small wave before leaving. Tubbo waited a few minutes to make sure they were gone before he walked over and grabbed the thimble that was full of a green goop that reminded him of Charlie.

"Let's get out of here before another one comes-" Ranboo nodded, and they both ran out of the human house carrying Tommy.

If later Tubbo found a cinnamon roll in front of one of his holes and took it to Tommy and Ranboo later, none of the adults had to know where he got it.

Mcyt g/t list:

@trashpumped @lorie-the-little-ghost @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @lilsyxx @smogs-0

[imaginethathaikyuu]

tis the damn season

atsumu miya x fem reader 

the first fic in a series i like to call “Me Writing Whatever The Hell I Want” (a working title) hope u like it or dont idk im not ur boss!!!!!!!!!!

synopsis: Running away was easy when you were chasing hazy dreams of a big city that was destined to be yours, when your rear-view mirror showed nothing but your hole in the wall hometown. But now it’s all waiting tables and failing auditions. You were still running, but somehow, these winding roads always lead you back to Miya Atsumu - a man you’ve loved and left, until you return home for the holidays. 

tags: friends to lovers, exes to lovers, angst without a happy ending, established pre-relationship, friends with benefits, reader lives in Undisclosed Big City lmao who has celebrity dreams, atsumu is ur good ole southern boy (sort of), canon divergent, not edited, light nsfw, beginnings of sex but isn’t very detailed 

word count: 4220

song inspo  (tis the damn season by taylor swift)

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i won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay… 

. . . 

The soundtrack of this early morning replayed in your head as you made a hazy drive to the neighborhood’s hardware store, cutting left onto the correct street and forcing the car’s back tire over the curb you couldn’t miss. 

The replay of events looping in your mind? A whirring, then a splashing, then your father’s booming voice shouting curse words at anyone who could hear them. Your name was laced in there somewhere with demands for you to get to the kitchen, and you couldn’t tumble down the stairs fast enough to see what in the hell was going on. 

It was your first day home for the holidays, and already it was a catastrophe. 

Somehow your dad had busted a pipe underneath the kitchen sink and a strong stream of water was spraying halfway across the room because of it - your feet landed in a shallow pool when you finally reached the first floor. You didn’t have time to think of any questions before the man at fault, who was on his knees with his head hidden under the sink relentlessly trying to turn the water off, sent you out the door with more shouts, telling you to go to Miya’s Hardware and buy… something. 

“A connector?” You were talking to yourself, thinking out loud as you finally parked, but it didn’t help you remember. All you could do was walk inside the store and hope someone knew what you needed. 

It’d been years since you had been in this shop, but it looked just the same as when you were following your dad through its isles. You didn’t even bother browsing now, though - you went straight to the back of the store to the counter, expecting to see a familiar, perhaps older, face eager to help you. 

That isn’t what you found. 

“Well, hey stranger.” 

That voice rang in your ears like you’d just heard it through a megaphone pointed directly at you. Something about it was so warm, but it left you with a shiver down your spine and goosebump ridden skin. You could feel the hair on the back of your neck standing up, and you hadn’t even turned in the direction the words came from. 

But you didn’t have to look in order to know just who it was. “Atsumu.” 

“What in the hell are you doing back in town?” His voice rang with excited confusion; it carried the same inflection as anyone who’s happy to see you. Like nearly forgotten family members at a reunion before it all goes to hell, or the way the tone of your father’s voice changes when you tell him you’re doing well and mean it. People don’t speak that way often. 

He pulled you in for a hug and you gladly reciprocated, already forgetting that you were supposed to be in a hurry. 

“Home for the holidays. How have you been?”

“I’ve been alright,” he replied. “I’ve missed you.” 

His voice felt more like home than your four bedroom walls did, the charming drawl and depth in his words immediately reeling you in. It was familiar. You had spent a long time trying to forget about that familiarity; too long learning how to straighten out your words and lose any hint of the small town you came from. But Atsumu - he sounded like the epitome of this place. 

He didn’t give you time to reply, for one reason or another; instead he decided to push you back by your shoulders and get a good look at you. Up and down and up again, likely noticing every change you had made to your appearance in your time away. 

“Are you still wearing your pajamas, or is this a new… trend?” 

You looked down at yourself, “Shit,” and closed your jacket tight over the old graphic t-shirt you wore, but nothing could cover your pink polka-dotted pants. And you’d have been hit in the face with embarrassment if the image of your dad and the broken sink and a flooded kitchen didn’t smack you first. “Shit, no, um… I need something to fix a broken sink. Are you… do you work here now?” 

“I do - and you’re gonna need to be more specific.” 

“I don’t know, Atsumu,” you laughed, slowly realizing the bizarreness of what you were about to tell him. “I woke up to my dad shouting and water shooting out from under the sink, literally flooding the kitchen. He told me to get a part for the pipe… a connector, or a couple, or something - I don’t know.” 

“...A coupler?” 

“Yes!” 

“...He didn’t happen to tell you what size to get, did he?” 

The look on your face must have been a good enough answer for him, because he took off into a random aisle and left you wondering just how many sizes of couplers there could be. 

“This one will probably do the job,” he said as his path rounded the counter. “If it doesn’t, then, I can ignore the return policy for you. Just this once, though.” 

“Thanks, ‘Tsumu.” You made your payment and he slid your product over the counter as his elbows landed on it, leaning down to make himself comfortable. Like he thought he’d be there awhile. 

“How long are you gonna be in town?” 

“Two weeks. Why do you ask?” You knew why - you just wanted to hear him say it. 

“We should catch up.” 

He was grinning and shrugging and fidgeting with his fingers, just like he always did, and you would never turn down any offer he made you. 

“We should. I’ve got to get home, but are you free tonight?” 

“We close at six,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” 

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” you said, meaning every word. You wondered if he knew that. 

“So will I,” he replied, and then you made your way out before you convinced yourself to stay. 

It’d been three years since you last spoke to Atsumu. In that time, you had done a lot that felt like nothing, living in a different city that felt worlds bigger than this town - that city was a place you had once convinced yourself was all yours. You had pulled off running away effortlessly. 

But it didn’t matter how much time goes by between your meetings with Atsumu. There was something there that you could never shake, the hold you had on each other was anchor tight. Ten years could pass and you would speak to each other like it had only been one day. You’d have world ending fights and one of you would always come crawling back, letting the other win as long as it meant things would go back to normal. 

You couldn’t describe it. You never tried, you didn’t need to. The unspoken acts between the two of you didn’t need to be explained. It was something akin to a best friend with all the benefits included and most of the strings attached - confusing and nerve wracking but still so comforting. 

Atsumu was the closest thing to home you had in this town, and somehow every road always leads back to him. With a few detours on your part, of course, because you just couldn’t stay away too long. Even moving across the country didn’t change that - not like you thought it would. 

You just barely missed the turn into your driveway, being so distracted by your thoughts. So much was rushing back, so much that shouldn’t be - it isn’t a big deal, it’s just Atsumu, but it felt grand, like this was some massive reunion. 

But it wasn’t. You were only here to celebrate Christmas with your family. You weren’t even planning on seeing Atsumu, let alone meeting up with him or rekindling any kind of flame that was once there. 

And it was such a rush that you couldn’t even question why he was working at his father’s store - or why he was even in this town at all. What happened to the dreams he was chasing? 

For what felt like the first time in your life, you had questions for him. But you’d have to wait all day to ask them. 

. . .

You were thankful to come home to a dry floor and a calmer father - he finally figured out how to turn the water off and decided to fix the pipe later. You knew he’d inevitably be paying someone more qualified to repair it, but your mind had no space for that problem. 

You were still trying to figure out how you’d meander the night with Atsumu by the time he was picking you up, and when the two of you arrived at his home you still hadn’t found your answer. 

Easing into this would be best, and once alcohol was introduced to the equation it would turn into a slippery slope. 

Nothing was hard with Atsumu. You knew that - that’s why you couldn’t figure out why you were having such a hard time talking to him. 

A lot had changed. Not between the two of you, not exactly. You were right back where you were three years ago: on his couch, sitting too close to him, laughing at something he had said that was only funny because he said it. 

But your lives had changed. Your worlds had changed. His mind had very obviously changed, and because of it all, you couldn’t keep pretending that the two of you were teenagers again. 

You had to bite the bullet and ask the question that was on your mind, completely knowing that he could throw a hard hitting question back at you.

It came out more effortlessly and lighthearted than you expected. “So… what happened to playing volleyball?”

Atsumu scoffed. “You still remember that pipe dream? Nothing happened, it was just childish.” 

You didn’t like his answer, so you pressed him. You worked up the courage to start this conversation, so you were going to get to the bottom of things. “You said you wanted to catch up - I know you, Atsumu. You get what you want and you wanted to play volleyball. You were going to be a pro, you were good.” 

“I know you know me,” he said, and the smirk on his lips didn’t go unnoticed by you. “I wanted to get drunk and chat, not start up a fucking therapy session.” 

You sat patient and waiting, eyes on him, refusing to go without the answer to your question. You were teasing, really, eyeing him up and grinning as you watched him struggle. The problem was: you didn’t expect the answer you’d get. 

“I - I had the chance.” There was a scratch in his throat that wasn’t caused by the whiskey he’d just swallowed. “I was being scouted and playing my ass off and there were talks of being on an Olympic team one day, but… shit happens, and that’s it.” 

“What shit, Atsumu? You didn’t just give up, did you? Were you scared or something?” 

You didn’t realize how close you were to him until his hand came down to rest on your knee, and both of you focused on that touch as his next thoughts became words. “Dad got sick. And ‘Samu had just opened the restaurant, and… there were bills to pay and the store to run. Even though I wasn’t his preference, Dad had no choice and left the legacy of Miya’s Hardware to me, so - that’s where I am.” 

“Oh. I… I had no idea - I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine. You were already long gone by then - don’t say sorry.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said, and you hugged him without thinking, but he hugged you back all the same. “I’m sorry, ‘Tsumu.” 

“It’s okay,” he told you, but you didn’t feel okay. You were sure he didn’t, either. “It’s not your fault.” 

You pulled away from him just enough to look at his face, and you hadn’t noticed the distance in his eyes until just then. As you looked at him, you realized it was only familiar to now. It wasn’t there years ago, when you got to look into those eyes every day. 

“I should’ve been there for you.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, but his words were dangling on an edge. He didn’t quite mean them. “You were off in your own dream. I got through it.” 

You only nodded. You weren’t sure what else to say after that. 

As Atsumu sat back against the couch, he brought you with him, tucking you under his arm against his chest. His lips on your forehead made you close your eyes and for a second, it was like you were both nineteen again. You could’ve been, if time would only slow down or freeze or go back - what wouldn’t you give for that? 

“I’m done talking about me,” he mumbled. “I wanna hear about your life now.” 

You laughed, but quiet, “My life’s been fine.”

“Only fine?” 

“You don’t see me on the big screen, do you?” 

He laughed this time. “Not yet. One day, though. Have you gotten used to the city yet?” 

“Oh… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, but… it does feel like home now. It’s so different from living here.” 

“I bet.” 

“I try not to romanticize it, but - I don’t know. It feels good, even if it’s not what I thought it’d be. The lights are pretty bright. Blinding compared to here.” 

His response was a nod, and that was it. If he had any questions or comments, he held them back. 

A break in the silence came soon, though. “You know,” he said, quiet, with a small laugh that was humorless, “I’m not as good at getting what I want as you think I am.” 

“That’s not true,” you replied, and you were setting up an argument you weren’t ready to make. “You got me.” 

“Did I?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Silence lingered, and after too long you sat up and looked at him, and that got him to talk. 

“Nothing,” he insisted. He pulled you closer with two fingers holding your chin, and you didn’t resist. “Nothing, baby. Let’s just… just be quiet for a while.” 

There wasn’t time for you to say anything else. His lips were on yours the moment he got his last word out. And even though you expected him to kiss you, it still made you gasp. 

You couldn’t describe how much you missed kissing someone you wanted to, and Astumu’s kiss was like finding home. His lips were like candy, sweeter than sugar; his bite was a freezing shock that always pulled a giggle and a whisper of his name out of you. He knew how to kiss you, slow and deep with a hand on your jaw to keep you there, never leaving you wanting more because he gave everything you could ever need. 

It didn’t take long for his kisses to trail down your neck, or for his shirt to come off, or for your back to land on the couch. You had already reached euphoria just seeing him hovering over you, eyes soft and hair askew; you didn’t need anything but this. You’d never want anything but this. 

You did what you always did - trailed your hand down his torso, over his golden skin, stopping just after every freckle or scar or mark. This time, you were looking for something new. You didn’t find anything. You didn’t stop until your hand landed on his waist, and there, you squeezed - 

“Stop, you little shit,” and he laughed, right along with you. A real and genuine laugh - you hadn’t heard that song in a long time. “Why do you always do that?” 

Finally he moved down to press his chest against yours, his hips locking in place between your legs. A perfect combination. 

“Why do you always give me the chance?” You were still laughing, not able to get over the cute sight. Atsumu was always so ticklish there, right on his waist, and when you made that discovery you swore you’d never forget it. And he sure as hell wished you would have. “You’re so cute. I’ve missed that smile.” 

“I’ve missed you,” he replied. Somehow you just knew that he meant it. 

“Don’t. I’m here.” 

“You’re here,” he repeated. Like he was reassuring himself. 

You took the initiative to unbutton your shirt yourself, so that there was no way for him to think that you wanted this to stop there. It couldn’t, not when you had him this close. And his eyes followed the popping buttons like stalking prey. 

“And you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Fucking hell.” 

You cringed - you couldn’t help the feeling in your gut when he gave you those sweet words. You knew he meant them in some way; you knew Atsumu wouldn’t lie to you. He’s never told you anything just for the sake of it. But how many times, in the last three years, had someone done just that? Told you just what you wanted to hear so they could get inside you? It was vile the first time. The second, it made you ache. But now, you’re used to it. Nobody means what they say. You’re used to it. 

And Atsumu could snatch up any girl he wanted. A girl who’s used to blinding lights and expensive wine and lying - or a girl who would stay with him, who wouldn’t push his buttons, who would be effortless in her charm and wit and beauty. 

You couldn’t put yourself in either category. 

“You haven’t seen many, then.” 

“Why would I even need to when I’ve got you? You’re a fucking dream. All I ever think about.” 

You shook your head, not even noticing you were doing it. Atsumu wouldn’t have it. 

“Don’t do that,” he said. “Not when you know what you do to me. You’ve got my heart beating out of my chest, for fuck’s sake - it has been since you walked into the store.” 

You never knew him to be so open with his feelings, or maybe you had just gotten used to being lied to. You weren’t sure and you didn’t care - all you could think about was kissing him, so you pulled him in, and you were sure he would devour you. You’d have no problem with that. 

It was desperate when you said, “I need you.”

And reassuring when he replied, “I’m right here.” 

He wasn’t close enough. You didn’t think he ever could be. And it was right then, when you were swimming in desperation, that you realized you shouldn’t have been doing this. It would only make leaving even harder. Doing it the first time was hell, letting him watch you leave and be okay with it. You hated yourself for wishing he wasn’t. And you were drowning. 

You hated yourself for leaving. 

You hated yourself more for coming back. 

And you didn’t want to be there, all of a sudden, despite the ache in between your thighs and the addicting warmth he had you trapped in. You didn’t want to be there and you didn’t want to leave, either - you only wanted something easy, but you’d never have it. Not here, and not in the city, and not with Atsumu. 

You felt him freeze, felt things shift. You hadn’t even noticed the way your energy had completely dropped. 

“Something wrong?” He moved up to hold your face. He noticed the tears in your eyes before you did. 

It was hard to look at him but you held his gaze, and his touch hurt more than it healed but you yearned for it. The concern on his face was genuine, the gentle strokes of his thumb on your cheek weren’t forced, and it all was making your stomach turn. 

He cared for you - obviously he did - but not enough to ask you to stay. Not enough to find trouble in letting you leave him. So maybe you shouldn’t have a problem with it, either. 

“No,” you said through a sore throat and a locked jaw. “Sorry, just…” 

“We don’t have to do this,” he told you. “We can just talk - I want to talk. If it’s too much -” 

“It’s okay,” you said. You tried to mean it as much as, “I miss you, Atsumu. I want you - touch me, I miss you.” 

“I know,” and he was wiping the tears off of your cheeks as he kissed your lips, “I’ll take care of you, baby, just let me. Stop thinking so much. Let me take care of you like I always do, yeah? You want me to help you feel good?” 

You always had a problem with that - thinking too much. He never hesitated to call you out on it. You nodded your head, strong and fast, like you were trying to knock the thoughts right out of it. 

“Please, ‘Tsumu.” You were crying for him, pulling him closer. “Need you. Make it better, please.” 

“I’d do anything,” he said. “You gotta quit crying, baby. You’re acting like our first time again.” 

You laughed at that, wiping your own tears and knocking his hands away. “God, that was so embarrassing.” 

“It was cute.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

“It was kinda hot, too.” 

“Atsumu!” 

It was his deep grin that made you relax again, and so did another blissful kiss that took your breath in a way that you enjoyed. 

“You can cry, baby,” he said, popping buttons on both of your pants, “as long as it’s because of how good I’m making you feel. That’s what you need, pretty girl. Let me show you how much I’ve been missing you - get these pants off, baby, let me see you.” 

He didn’t give you the chance to cry any more, at least not in an emotional sense. Your mind was stripped with your body, filled with nothing but him, no space between the two of you left for insecurities or questions. 

It wasn’t until he coaxed you into his bedroom that those things had the chance to creep back. 

Atsumu was out cold, cuddled into your chest and holding on tight to your waist, after smothering you in soft kisses and sweet sleepy words. You were comfortable there, warm and safe and content, but the pit in your stomach only grew. You watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and eyes softly closed, and you wanted to reach down and kiss him but you resisted. 

It was late and you should be asleep but you couldn’t rest. You couldn’t stop loathing yourself long enough to close your eyes, and the more you thought, the harder it got to breathe. Your throat was sore again. Your eyes were watering again. And every word you wanted to say to Atsumu was tumbling out of your mouth and falling onto sleeping ears. 

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?”

He didn’t stir. It was still rumbling breaths and the whir of the air conditioner filling the silence. 

“Everyone else did. But you. Why… You of all people should know I’m just as worthless there as I am here - I’ll never make it - I’ve changed everything and still…” 

You sucked a hard breath into your lungs to stop a wracking sob, just barely holding it in. 

“I just ended up here again. With you. I’m so alone without you but I can’t - fuck.”

It didn’t even matter what you were trying to say anymore, because you had no clue. You didn’t know why you couldn’t just stay with him regardless of his choice to let you go, but something in you made you run. Maybe it was worthless pride or a childish desire to be something more - you didn’t know. 

You didn’t belong in any industry you dreamed of working in. You weren’t born to be a star. You should know by now - should accept your failure and come back home for more than just one night. 

But you couldn’t. 

There was still a chance, wasn’t there? 

A chance to belong somewhere.

A chance to be led home.

A chance to make it. Would you die trying? 

You would leave in the morning. And you wouldn’t ask Atsumu to wait for you as he started getting ready for the day. And Atsumu wouldn’t ask you to ditch your own plotted destiny just to stay with him. 

But this would happen again. Every time you would swear it off and every time, you would travel roads that take you right back to this town, this bed, these arms. 

Running away would never get easier, but this is all it would ever be with him. He would never stop you leaving - and you would never ask him to.  

. . .

...so i’ll go back to LA

[batmomhoe]

Hiya! I love love LOVE your stuff! Could you please do a batsis!reader where shes just come to the manor and is super punk (like dyed hair, piercings, leather jacket, all that jazz) and everyone thinks he hates them but one day they find her baking in the kitchen at like 1 am and find out she has the baking skills of a god and she was baking for them? Idk I like baking and thought this would be Finn

I LOVE THIS IDEA I'm sorry if it's short

Genre: Fluff || Warnings: None || Characters: Batfam, Batsibling(Reader)

Honestly, not gonna lie, the first time you walk into the manor everyone is going to be kinda done with the punk attire

Tim especially is mentally like "oh great another alt sibling that's going to emotionally berate me"

But don't get me wrong, they all keep an open mind and are nice to you

Well, some are nicer than others

Dick, Steph, and Jason are more outgoing and immediately welcoming than the others

Jason just really admires your leather jacket tho tbh

Damian is already Fed Up™ with your extra attirée but per his father's request he's cordial with you though keeps his distance

Duke is about the most normal person in the house and he treats you normally

Though he's most hurt about your apparent hatred of him (besides dick that is but dick is dramatic about nearly everything)

But... The night they find you up in the kitchen changes everything...

You decided not to join in the extra curricular activities the rest of the family participates in at night. The idea of fighting crime gave you a bit of anxiety and not to mention you didn't have an inkling of proper training beyond punching a few bully's noses in. So, you found yourself alone in the ridiculously large manor, Alfred being downstairs aiding at the batcomputer. It was obvious the family was apprehensive about you and it twisted your insides knowing you came off as abrasive and unapproachable. Though granted, the rest of the family did too, but not to each other.

In your short time at the manor you observed how easy it was for them to talk with each other, to joke around and play fight. More than anything you wanted to join in but everytime you spoke your words and actions just came out wrong, making you sound angry rather than playful. To make up for the confused ill will you decided to make your new family a sort of offering.

The Wayne Manor kitchen was larger than anything you were accustomed to, but that just made it all the more fun! Your baker's heart was in absolute heaven at the sight of the four ovens and stand mixer. This was going to be a blast. And so, you set about making various treats, your music playlist bumping in the background, adding the perfect soundtrack to your escapades.

An hour later and you had a perfect batch of muffins and tray of chocolate chip cookies setting on the counter. That was just the beginning too as you slid the banana bread and second batch of cookies into an oven each. After reassuring yourself that it was definitely enough food, you set about cleaning up the kitchen a bit.

"What the- Oh, (Y/N), it's you," Jason's voice boomed through the kitchen, his first words worrying that he was readying to attack an intruder.

A few of the siblings trailed into the kitchen after him, Dick taking a moment to inhale deeply, "Mmmm, oh my god that smells good. I didn't know you bake!"

"You never asked," you replied flatly before mentally cursing yourself you were supposed to be nicer, "I uh, I made this stuff for you guys."

"Tch, for us? Why?" Damian scoffed and planted himself on a barstool behind the marble island.

You took the dish towel off the blueberry muffins and moved them onto a plate, "To thank you. I appreciate you accepting me into the family. And I wanted to show that..."

Behind you, Duke gently approached you and held his arms open for a hug, which you accepted happily, "(Y/N)! You didn't need to thank us! We're just happy you're here!"

"Shut up Duke! Holy fucking shit. You can bake as appreciation any time you want this is literally like god tier," Steph proclaimed as she savored the warm muffin in her mouth and you almost thought you saw tears in her eyes.

The rest of your new siblings looked quizzically at the blonde and caved, each reaching for one of your goodies. As they tasted the creations you got an overwhelming amount of praise. Once again reminding you why you immediately loved this family. And as you watched them simultaneously scarf and savor your treats you knew just the way into their hearts: their stomachs! Though, unbeknownst to you, you had no baking to do, already firmly planted on the list of people they cared about, despite your short time spent with them.

[newtsies]

Wish You Were Sober || Ralbert One Shot

a/n: this one shot is based off the song ‘Wish You Were Sober’ by Conan Gray! anything italicized and bold is lyrics of the song! its from Alberts perspective but its 3rd person if that makes sense idk. includes both  92sies and livesies characters. albert and race are based off of the livesies characters

tw: mentions of alcohol, drunk race, swearing, mentions of weed, mentions of possible drink spiking

modern college newsies au!

word count: 2,401

this party's shit

All Albert wants to do is leave, but he couldn’t do that. Race was drunk, even though he would deny it, it was obvious. Now usually that wouldn’t stop Albert from leaving but, Racetrack had driven himself. He couldn’t let his drunk friend drive himself home.

All Albert wants to do is leave, but he couldn’t do that. Race was drunk, even though he would deny it, it was obvious. Now usually that wouldn’t stop Albert from leaving but, Racetrack had driven himself. He couldn’t let his drunk friend drive himself home.

“Racer,” Albert yelled into Race’s ear over the loud music.

He grinned widely at him and threw his arms around Albert, “Albie!! Have ya had a drink yet? C’monn, juss take a sip!”

Albert winced at the smell of alcohol on the blonde boys breath and shook his head, “You’re drunk, Race. Let’s go. You’re gonna have a horrible hangover tomorrow!”

“Aw, I’m not drunk, Albie!!” He slurred, “C’mon, have some fun! Don’t be soo tense!”

go anywhere but here

“Racetrack, I really don’t want to be here,” Albert begged, “Can’t we go to McDonalds or something? Get you coffee and get you sober?” Race shook his head.

“Noo, they have good drinks! Just try the beer, you’ll see!” Race raised his can but Albert pushed the cup away from him. Race shrugged and walked away into the crowd.

Albert stood on his toes in attempt to follow his friend through the crowd. Race walked towards Jack Kelly, the football captain, who had his arm wrapped around David Jacobs shoulder. As Racetrack sat down, he was offered a blunt from Skittery.

don’t take a hit

Racetrack pulled it to his lips and inhaled. Albert frowned as he watched his friend blow out the smoke and smile. He repeated this action a couple more times.

Albert shook his head again and made his way back to a couch. He sat down, trying to get away from the loudness. The music still boomed, even in the farthest corners of the house. People bumped into his leg and shouted over each other. He closed his eyes and covered his ears in an attempt to escape his reality.

A few seconds passed before he felt someone sit next to him. He opened his eyes to see Racetrack, still holding the joint. Albert was met with a tired looking smile, but he knew his friend was anything but tired. Race started to lean into his face, but Albert pushed his face away lightly.

don’t kiss my lips

Race frowned for a second but shrugged and went back to smoking. Eventually, he got up and handed the blunt back to Skittery. Albert watched as he danced to the music, carefree. Acting as though there was no one else in the world.

Albert was memorized and watched him with a grin. The song ended, Race made his way to the kitchen. Albert jumped up and followed him, pushing through the crowd.

“Race!” He called, finally pushing into the kitchen.

and please don’t drink more beer

Racetrack brought the can of beer up to his lips and chugged it down. Albert winced once more and attempted to pull the drink away. However, he was ignored and pushed away as his friend continued to drink.

“Race, you’re cross-faded,” Albert groaned, “I really think you should go home. I’ll drive you, or walk you.”

“I’m fine, Albie! Honestly. It’s a partyyy, this is supposed to happen!” Race stated confidently, his words slurring every so often. Albert shook his head and looked at Race desperately. His friend ignored him and instead grabbed onto his hand and pulled him through the house.

“Albert! Racetrack!” Spot called out to them, “Hey guys!”

“Spott!” Race slurred and giggled. He pulled Albert towards to Spot.

Spot had a beer in hand but placed a hand on Race’s chest to hold him up, “Jesus, Race. You’re drunk as hell. Having a good time?” Racetrack nodded excitedly at him. Spot smiled and looked at Albert. “Haven’t had a drink yet, man?”

“He wants to goo, can you believe him?” Race scoffed.

“Albert! C’mon, man! You gotta just let loose some times!” Spot quirked his eyebrow and held out his drink to Albert.

Albert shook his head, “No thanks, Spot. This really isn’t my kinda place. Thanks though, it was pretty cool. I had fun.” That was a lie. There was nothing fun about this to him, but you wouldn’t catch him dissing the football captains party.

i’ma crawl out the window now

Albert pulled away from Race’s hand and pushed his way to the front door. Sarah Jacobs was using the door to support her back as she giggled her way through kisses with Elmer. Elmer too was laughing as he kissed her and ran his hands through her hair.

Albert sighed and swerved towards an open window. He climbed through it and fell onto the grass. The grass was cold and wet, possibly from dew or possibly from spilled alcohol. He groaned and walked out.

cause i don’t like anyone around

He was grateful to finally be away from everyone. The music was a lot quieter and he could only faintly hear people talking. Although he had no beer, his head was pounding. He rubbed his forehead and sighed.

kinda hope you’re followin’ me out

He heard someone fall through the window and turned around to see who it was. Instead of being met with Race, as he hoped, he saw Henry on the floor laughing. Henry jumped out and shouted at the boys as he pulled himself back in through the window.

but this is definitely not my crowd

Romeo was passed out on the stairs, his head hanging off the step. His arm was hanging off too but his hand was wrapped firmly around a can of beer. Mush and Kid Blink were making out against the door too, except on the front side. They weren’t giggling either, just kissing each other.

A baseball flew threw one of the windows and nearly hit Albert, who ducked just in time. The whole window was shattered. Albert shook his head and continued to walk throw the lawn until he got to the sidewalk.

19 but you act 25 now

Albert was stopped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, weakly attempting to hold him back. He turned to see Race who was panting and smiling at him. Albert smiled a little back at him and helped him stand up straight.

“They had so much alcohol! It was all amazing- They had- They had the best brands too! The wine made me feel so fancy!” Race rambled.

Albert chuckled a little, “You’re 19, Race. How do you know so much about alcohol? You can’t even legally drink it yet.”

His friend grinned and shrugged as he kept talking about the party.

knees weak, but you talk pretty proud, wow

Race was all but wobbling, leaning against Albert for support. Nonetheless, he continued to talk about his adventures clearly.

“I downed like 5 cans,” He stated proudly, “Hey, did you know Crutchie is like amazing at chugging! He downed like 8 beer cans! Oh, today. Spot taught me that space doesn’t stop expanding, isn’t that crazy?”

Albert nodded, pretending as if they didn’t learn that in 8th grade. Race looked at the cup in his hand, noticing it still had liquid in it. He grinned and brought it to his lips, drinking the practically full cup in just one gulp. Albert sighed.

ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Race shivered as cold air hit his knees through the rips in his jeans. His flannel blew behind him and presented the white tank top underneath it. He held the empty cup in his hand.

Albert couldn’t help but watch Race. His friend was very attractive, he wouldn’t deny it to himself, only to other. Racetrack crumpled the cup and tossed it into some yard.

“That’s not good for the environment,” Albert sighed, but Race just shrugged at him. Albert continued, “What was in the cup?”

trade drinks, but you don’t even know her

“Dunno! Me and this reallyyyy pretty girl traded drinks!” He grinned.

“Who was it?”Albert asked.

“No idea,” Race chuckled, “Never seen her before! Didn’t ask for her name, music was too loud.”

“Race!” Albert groaned, “The drink coulda been spiked!”

“Nah,” He laughed, “Saw her drink out of it before we traded. Plus, I feel fine. I left anyways, so it’ll be okay.”

save me ‘til the party is over

“Anyways, I noticed you were gone. Thought you were kidding. Decided I’ll keep you company ‘til the party ended. Consider it me saving you,” Race grinned, his words slurring even more than at the party.

Albert forced a smile and shook his head.

“Give me your keys,” Albert stated. Race tilted his head in confusion but gave him the keys anyway. They walked together to Race’s Rover. Albert held the door open for Race and helped him inside. He then closed the door and climbed into the drivers side.

kiss me in the seat of your rover

As soon as he got into the driver seat, Race grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. For a second, Albert forgot his friend was drunk. He slid his hand into Race’s hair and kissed him back, until he opened his mouth and Albert could taste the alcohol Race had drank. Albert pulled away and pushed away Race’s hands away as his friend attempted to pull him into a kiss again.

real sweet but i wish you were sober

Albert looked up and held his eyes open, attempting to hold back tears. He closed his eyes and banged his head gently against the steering wheel.

“Why did you pull away,” Race whispered.

“You’re drunk,” Albert choked out, “You’ll forget tomorrow, anyways. I can’t kiss you. Just drunken feelings, Race, that’s what you’re feeling. I don’t feel that. I got real feeling, sober feelings. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

trip down the road

Albert turned the keys and started the car. Driving off towards Race’s house. Nearly halfway there, the car started sputtering. He pulled off to the side, only to see the gas tank was empty.

He groaned and got out of the car, pulling Race out too. Albert called Tripple-A.

“We can take you boys home,” The tow-truck driver offered. Albert shook his head.

“We’ll walk, it’s only a bit from here,” Albert stated and pulled Race along the sidewalk.

walking you home

Race couldn’t walk straight. Albert was holding his hand and pulling him, but he kept tripping. Albert sighed and ducked under Race’s armpit and supported him. He wrapped his arm around his blonde friend’s waist and held him up.

Albert continued to walk himself and Race towards the rental house his friend lived at. After a bit, they finally arrive at the house. Albert walked him up the porch.

you kiss me at your door

Racetrack grabbed Albert’s face and pulled him into a kiss again. Albert sighed and pulled away, resting his forehead against Race’s. Race sighed too, the alcohol on his breath filled Albert’s nose. He groaned and grabbed his friends keys.

He pulled Race into his own house and sat him down on the couch, moving to the kitchen. Albert quickly made coffee, black coffee, and sat down next to Race. He brought the cup up to Racetrack’s lips and made him drink it.

Race’s nose wrinkled at the bitter taste, but he drank it anyways. Albert brought the cup down and place it on the table.

“Finish drinking the coffee. Take this,” Albert placed an ibuprofen on the table, “Then go to sleep, okay? I’ll come check up on you tomorrow.” He started to get up.

pulling me close, beg me stay over

Race pulled Albert close to him, and looked at him with sad eyes.

“Stay, Albert. Please,” He begged, “You can stay on the couch. Don’t leave me here alone.”

but i’m over the roller coaster

Albert sighed and kissed Race on the forehead, “Not this time, Race. You’ve  kissed me twice today, and you’ll forget that in like 5 minutes. I’m tired, man. It’s been a crazy day. Tomorrow, I’ll be back. I promise. I gotta go.”

i’ma crawl out the window now

He placed the house keys on the table and moved towards the door. Albert figured that Race wouldn’t get up, meaning he wouldn’t lock the door behind Albert. So, he locked the door for him then crawled out of Race’s window. He closed the window behind him and watched Race’s hand lazily lock the window.

getting good at saying, “gotta bounce”

Albert didn’t expect to drag himself home. Usually, he would just go along with what Race said. “Stay,” was all it usually took to get him to stay.

He’s just getting better at saying goodbye, he figures.

honestly you always let me down

Race was always dragging him to things, promising to not drink. It never happened. He would always drag him home and make sure he didn’t die. But, no matter how many times Race let him down, Albert would still go along with him.

Albert grumpily walked into his house, angrily slamming the door behind him. He kissed Race twice today. His friend wouldn’t even remember. He shook back tears before climbing into bed and falling asleep.

He woke up early the next morning due to a consistent ringing of his door bell. A hand banged on the door repeatedly while the door bell rang. Albert climbed out of bed and opened the door.

and i know we’re not just hanging out

Albert didn’t even get a minute to register who was at the door before he was pulled into a kiss.

“I didn’t forget,” Race whispered into his ear before pulling him back into another kiss. Albert grinned and finally kissed him back.

No trace of alcohol was in Race’s system.

He was sober.

--

[loversdelusion]

remember

uldren sov/the crow x reader

a/n: someone had to do it, so this is my first short story/one shot idk lol, I'll get the hang of it, pls be nice but also feel free to give me criticism but not too harsh, ya know? I want to get better but I also don't want to get made cry, sorry for any grammar mistakes

angst to cheesy fluff

"They call me the Crow"

You burst into your small room, which seemed even smaller at the moment, you slammed the door shut and hastily locked it. You turned, your back against the door as you slid down to your knees, your world just got yeeted upside down and back again, your emotions were scrambled.

Uldren, was alive, well- Crow as he said, when you specifically remember ending him yourself "How..?" You breathed, the memories you tried so hard to repress forcing themselves to the surface.

Ace was in your hand, Uldren was already doubled over on the ground from Petra shooting him, his gaze on you as he gave you the ultimatum of your life- kill him or let it go, each both had their own consequences, killing him and you did, would fulfill the vengeance for Cayde-6 and your love would be with you, but letting him go would've resulted in Petra hating you forever and a massive void of guilt in your conscious.

You killed him, your once romantic partner, and yet he stood right in front of you and Osiris, you both saw him with your own eyes, Uldren-..Crow, in new light flesh. Your heart raced, it raced so hard that your chest ached "Hey" Ghost appeared in a flash of blue "(Y/n), look at me" you could barely hear your little light's voice, your eyes felt and sounded like they were stuffed with cotton.

"I know it's a lot to take in..but maybe Spider will shed some light on this, he was bearing his symbol after all" Ghost said, the little robot hovering eye level with you "I can't do that..I can't face him, I can't.." You shook your head, Ghost's shell seemed to droop sadly as he gently rubbed the tip of his shell against your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I'm with you until the end, remember? I was with you when you wielded the darkness and I'll be with you when you face Uldren".

-

Your feet gently hit the ground as you arrived in Thieves' Landing, you dreaded facing the Spider and the black haired Awoken "Take your time, there's no rush and if you want, we can leave" Ghost reassured you, but you shook your head "I..I can do this" you stated, trying to convince yourself at the same time.

You stood at the entrance, eyeing the hallway that once seemed so long but now it was the opposite "You got this, (Y/n)" Ghost said in a gentle tone, you took your first steps inside, your feet felt like they weighed a ton but you kept going. You reached the final hall towards where Spider sat, you could see his large figure at the end, he didn't seem to notice you yet as he conversed with his associates "-Tell them I want that loot" his voice came into hearing range.

You mentally cursed as one of his associates noticed you standing halfways away from them, the Eliksni turned its head to Spider, Spider in turn finally found your form "Ah! Just who I expected to see!" he chuckled loudly "Do come in, (Y/n)!" He beckoned you over, his large figure leaned forward in his seat "I was wondering when you were going to show, little girl" he said in a teasing tone, you felt your eyebrows furrow together "I see you've met my little bird" he referred to Crow as his little bird, you frowned slightly.

"I found him, drifting aimlessly through the reef, looking all sad and alone so I took him in" Spider dramatically waved his hand in front of him "You have to admit even this is better than the fate that awaits him in the Last City, your poor little boyfriend" he sneered, you could hear the smirk in his loud voice. "You have him running around as your goony?" Ghost appeared beside you in brief flash of blue "Hello there, little morsel" you could see Spider basically foaming at the mouth over Ghost's appearance.

"So, you keep him around here, doing your dirty work because of what you say awaits him at the Tower?" Ghost ignored the way Spider seemed to hunger over him "He doesn't really have a choice" you rose a brow "What do you mean?" You spoke, Spider's attention averted back to you. "If he ever strays too far from the nest..boom" he said ominously, you felt every muscle in your body tense "I rigged his Ghost with an explosive that could very easily take them both out" your eyes widened, anger and shock flaring within you "You keep him here like a caged animal..?!" Spider scoffed "More like a caged bird".

"I assume you didn't come to converse with me, did you now, girlie?" Spider said in a low voice, you dreaded what came next "Crow!" Spider said in a firm tone, you eyed the open door to your right, you could hear very faint footsteps coming out "You wanted this, now you can have it" Spider chuckled lowly. You wanted to look away but your mind and body said no, Crow stood in the doorway, your chest constricted, your throat felt like something was lodged inside it, your heart seemed to skip two whole beats "Yes?" Your hands formed tight fists at the sound of his voice, his voice sounded a lot softer and quieter, a huge difference compared to the brash and arrogant tone it used to have "I'd like you to meet someone" Spider gestured to you.

"Oh, hello, we met on the Moon" Crow stared straight into your soul "Well, not officially..you ran away before I could ask your name, which isn't really new to me" you wanted to slap yourself, Spider laughed "My apologies if she seems quiet, little bird, she's very shy" Nope, you wanted to slap Spider instead, but that seemed to shove a whole sentence out of your mouth. "My name is (Y/n) (L/n)..I'm a Guardian of the Last City" You could see Crow's brows knit together for a few seconds in confusion, but his expression changed immediately "I'm glad to be in the presence of another lightbearer" he said in a warm tone. You were trying so hard not to throw your helmet off, jump into his arms and kiss him all over "How about you two, go on a little receive and deliver task for me, hm?" You looked to Spider with a glare in your eye "Alright, if..that's okay with you?" This man, still as thoughtful as ever, you hesitantly nodded.

-

You and Crow walked beside each other in an almost awkward silence, for you anyway "I'm sorry if you noticed my reaction to your name..I just- I just felt like I've heard that before, but I guess that wouldn't make sense because there could be so many other people with the same name but I don't know..yours felt strange to hear" your heart clenched in pain, wanting nothing more than to tell him who you were to him "Guess I just have one of those names" you said in a low voice, almost a whisper "Yeah, I suppose so".

"Do you remember anything about your past life?" Crow asked after a little while of more walking, you glanced at him "A little bit, I think..just my name at least" Crow huffed "You're lucky then, because I can't remember a thing..which is probably good, I guess, what with the way people look at me and treat me, I'm not so sure I want to know who I was at all" Crow seemed to laugh almost sadly.

"It's strange..being rebirthed as a Guardian not knowing who you are when everyone else seems to" you clutched your gun to your chest tighter as you sighed "I can't imagine what you had to go through but..I'm here for you" the words slipped passed your lips before you could process them, Crow smiled warmly at you, your heart leaped. "Thank you, (Y/n)..as am I, it's weird..I feel like I could tell you anything" your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to say something, Crow kept his gaze forward "I think this is it" you and the amnesiac Guardian approached a pile of random cargo, a device Crow was carrying was blinking rapidly "All of this?".

Your hand reached for a box, Crow happened to be reaching for the same one, his large hand covered yours instantly, you tensed as your eyes widened, it was quiet and Crow didn't pull away, neither did you, you glanced at him, but his hair was hiding his face from you, you looked down at your hands as you felt a slight pressure, he seemed to be slowly lacing his fingers with your own "Crow..?" You said, voice barely above a whisper, his hand then firmly held your own.

"Crow" you said again, slightly louder, Crow gasped, his hand and body moving away from yours, Crow held his head between his hands, his eyes tightly shut "Crow..?" Your voice came out in a worried tone, you approached him, you laid your hand on his shoulder and said his name, his eyes burst open and he looked up at you with tear welled amber eyes, he looked so frightened and your heart broke for him.

"Are you alright?" You gently covered his hands with your smaller ones, keeping his gaze on you, his mouth hung open slightly "Cro-" you barely had time to say his name as he lunged forward at you, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, almost knocking you over- he was hugging you, a surprise but a welcome one, he pulled away after a few moments and stared down at you, your own gaze met his.

"I know why your name sounds so familiar.." He said with a smile on his face "Because it's you, my love.." You froze "You remember..?" You asked in a bewildered tone, Crow pressed his forehead against your helmet "Don't know how I could ever forget you, my forever love" you could feel the biggest smile you ever felt erupt on your lips as you threw yourself at him, Crow laughed and it was music to your ears, tears fell from your eyes as you held him there for what felt like forever but forever was welcome.

"I love you, Uldren.."

"I love you most, (Y/n)".

[hieludoboi]

Okay okay hear me out,,, Todoroki x a nb!reader,,, He finally actually confessed to them and the reader is just like cannot accept that Todoroki Shouto actually likes them. They're in total disbelief

A/n- Reader’s just standing there like “Me? Oh. That’s right, who else here is named Y/n” and Shouto’s kinda just standing there like ‘....’

A/n- Also! Just the thought of Pro Hero Todo getting like a scone or something sweet every morning before a patrol (I headcanon Shouto liking sweets, just idk, something about it just works for me) and slowly falling for the baker at his favorite bakery

A/n- I did a little research for how to write non-binary readers and such, and I feel like it’s kinda difficult to write for them unless specifics are given! Some non-binary individuals are masculine, other’s are feminine, some go by they/them, some by she/her or sometimes by zie/zim. I didn’t feel like it was right for me to write for these individuals specifically until I do a bit more research and learn to properly write for them!

A/n- Non-binary is a blanket term encompassing a whole list of genders/identities that don’t exactly follow societal gender norms! Sometimes non-binary individuals have gendered pronouns, sometimes they don’t! Since you didn’t specify I’m going to label this as a more gender neutral thing! 

A/n- Update, I researched like two hours and I still don’t understand. My brain very fried no work from online classes brainrot but not by bokuto by staring at screen all dy. Someone pls give my pigeon brain examples on how to properly write for nb! readers rn or I’ll pull out the glock >:(

Pairing- Pro Hero! Shouto / Gn! Reader

Summary- So he was serious? 

Warnings- not really?

It was a mundane Tuesday morning. The sun had yet to rise, slowly peaking over the city’s skyline, yet somehow getting lost among all the trees and towers. As with every morning, Y/n started off their day by preparing for their day. A quick shower, followed by washing their face and brushing their teeth. Before they knew it, they were trudging out of the house and making their way to the bakery to prepare for the morning rush.

Y/n was quirkless in a society plagued by quirks, an average day to day citizen if you will. They didn’t mind, in fact, life even seemed a bit easier when they didn’t have to worry about controlling some strange and odd power. The rest of the world, however, couldn’t begin to fathom how they even managed to lead a life without a quirk. 

Stifling a yawn, they made their way to the front door, unlocking it before closing it and locking it behind them. If the day went as planned, which normally it didn’t, they’d have scones, muffins, and croissants all out and freshly baked by six. Bear claws, donuts, and danish pastries would be out by eight, all the rolls and loafs would be done by ten and by eleven they could hopefully get started on the sugary sweets that their younger costumers seemed to enjoy so much. 

Their morning dragged on as usual. One by one the rest of the employees pooled into the back kitchen, kneading dough and making batters to pour in to tins or mold into shape. Grunting, Y/n picked up a tray chocked full of scones and made their way towards the display cases, setting the tray atop the display and carefully arranging the scones inside. Looking up at the pretty light blue clock, Y/n hummed. Their day rarely went as planned, but they could always count on Shouto coming in once the clock hit six-thirty. 

“Waiting on Mr. Pro-Hero?” Y/n turned around, feeling the heat begin to seize the apples of their cheeks. Sputtering, Y/n turned around, ignoring their coworker and instead focusing on arranging the last of the scones.

“Come onnnnnn! How are you so oblivious!” Y/n huffed, quickly standing up before thrusting the empty tray into Hina, their coworker’s, hands. “Y/n. He likes you!!” Hina groaned, following a wordless Y/n back into the kitchen. 

“Hina. No he doesn’t!!” Y/n mocked Hina as they slid a tray of muffins into the oven. Hina grunted, pulling out a giant bowl of risen dough before letting it fall onto a flowered counter top. “Besides, he’s rumored to be dating Creati,” Y/n pointed out, dusting their hands off on their apron.

“They’re just ru-” Hina rubbed her temples, watching as Y/n made their way towards the front at the sound of the little bell ringing. When would they stop being so oblivious?

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Nothing seemed to go right that morning. While on his usual morning patrols, Shouto had run into Momo. While it was a welcome surprise, the situation was not. They had run into each other while battling a lowlife villain with a disastrous quirk. Damages were not kept to a minimum, and all Shouto wanted to do after being chewed out by local authorities was to go bite into a delicious scone at his favorite bakery. 

“This could have gone better,” Momo sighed, rubbing her temples as they both surveyed the damage they had done to the small plaza. Shouto nodded, he couldn’t agree more. “We should probably go out west, right? If there were robberies here, there’s bound to be some in the shopping centre,” Shouto nodded, Momo had some nice ideas. 

“We can stop by a bakery there too, I know a place that makes some nice scones,” Shouto explained as they walked, a subtle smile on his face at the thought of the baker that awaited him every morning. “What time is it?” SHouto asked, turning to look at Momo. 

“Oh, it’s around seven-thirty, why?” This morning could not have gone any worse for Shouto. First, he has to stop villains at the crack of dawn, and now he’s going to miss out on scones? Admittedly, they didn’t sell fast, but the bakery didn’t make a lot of them either. 

“No reason,” Shouto shrugged. He hoped he wouldn’t miss Y/n.

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Y/n sighed, watching as the seconds ticked by on the clock overhead. It was eight already. Shouto was never late, ever. The man had a thing for punctuality, and even when everything was going wrong, Y/n could always count on seeing their favorite customer before the sun fully rose.

“Pretty boy ain’t here yet?” Y/n stood up, turning to look at the smug grin on their co-worker’s face. Curling their lip and rolling their eyes, Y/n went back to slouching over the counter, resting their chin on their palm as they zoned in on the glass door ahead of them. “C’mon boss! Cheer up, we’ll never make any sales with a grumpy face up front!” Y/n frowned seemed to become deeper, rooting itself in their brows and lips. 

“And I suppose having a super buff woman who looks like she can pop your head off with a squeeze of her biceps at the counter will allure customers like nothing ever could?” Y/n teased, grinning as Hina flexed her biceps. 

“Children adore me. They see me and are amazed by the ‘big muscle woman’,” Hina gloated, wiggling her eyebrows while continuing to pose behind the counter.

“Yeah yeah, go help Kohaku before he breaks an arm trying to knead the dough,” Y/n grumbled, pushing Hina into the kitchen so they could focus on the sales upfront. Kohaku liked decorating cakes, but every once in a while he’d have to knead dough while Hina helped Y/n arrange things up front.

Picking at their nails for a minute or so with boredom, Y/n’s head instantly popped up as soon as the bell on the glass door chirped. Their eyes instantly attatched themselves to the blue suit before them, almost completely ignoring the red latex that stood beside it. 

“Shou! I was starting to think you’d... never get here,” Y/n’s voice was filled with excitement at first, immediately dying off at the sight of Creati, who stood right next to him. Offering the pro hero a pleasant smile, Y/n grabbed their gloves and tray, their tongs hanging off a little hook on the display case.

“What can I get for you two?” Y/n asked, the bright smile that usually reached their eyes seeming to drown before it could fully rise. Shouto frowned a bit to himself, wondering where the usually happy and bright baker he had grown so used to had gone. Was he maybe reading too into it? 

“Oh! I’ll a pumpkin walnut muffin! They look so good!” Momo praised, delicately pointing to her preferred muffin through the glass case. 

“Thank you, made the recipe myse-”

“And we baked them!” Y/n winced at Hina’s booming voice, opening their eyes as soon as it died out. 

“Sorry about that, you’ll come to find that this bakery comes alive after a certain hour,” Y/n explained with a giggle, placing the muffin on the tray they held. “And you, Shouto?” Y/n asked, tilting their head a bit as they awaited his answer. 

“The usual,” Shouto made sure to offer them a grin, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit as he watched Y/n set the tray on the counter. 

“Lucky you, I made sure to save one just for you!” Y/n hummed happily, reaching for the last scone before placing it on the tray. Shouto could feel the shy smile subtly spreading on his face, did they really save on just for him? 

“I’ll pay, it’s the least I can do after you helped me out earlier today,” Momo said, turning to give Shouto a smile. 

“Right, thank you, Momo,” Shouto gratefully accepted his scone, waving goodbye to Momo as she left the shop. Shouto preferred to eat his scones at the shop anyway.

“Are you not joining me today?” Shouto looked up, a confused look on his face as he watched Y/n fidget behind the counter. They would always snack on a danish pastry and sit with Shouto before he had to leave again. It was routine at this point. 

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Y/n muttered sheepishly, snagging a pastry from the display case before heading over to Shouto’s usual spot by the window. For the umpteenth time that day, Shouto could feel himself frowning. He wondered what was wrong. 

“S-so you and Creati?” Y/n asked, taking a small bite from the sweet bread that sat in their hands. Shouto looked up, eyes widened in surprise, midway through a bite of his scone. Was that what this was about?

“She helped me stop some villains this morning, that was all,” Shouto explained. Y/n hummed, nodding their head as they started to pick at the jam filled sweet in front of them. “Oh, uhm...” Shouto mumbled, his brow furrowed as he began to search his pockets. Where had he left it?

“You okay, Shou?” Y/n giggled, amused by the way his face had contorted when he began to search for his little mystery item. 

“Yeah, fine... Oh! Found it,” Shouto muttered, pulling out the small box that had resided in his pocket since the day prior. “Here, for you,” Shouto mumbled bashfully, sliding the velvet box across the table to Y/n.

“For me? Shou... That’s sweet, but you didn’t have to,” Y/n explained, gently sliding the box back to Shouto. Accepting gifts felt odd, especially if they were from Shouto. They could already imagine what ridiculously expensive gift sat inside.

“Please, open it?” Shouto asked, sliding the box back across and making sure to set it in Y/n’s hands this time. Y/n gasped, eyes wide as they felt the heat rush to their face. Open and closing their mouth in a flustered fit, Y/n finally decided to delicately pry open the box, eyes tripling in size at the sight of the gold chain anklet studded in pearls that sat in the box. 

“Shouto... No, I can’t accept this,” Y/n insisted, shaking their head profusely, shutting the box and trying to put it back in Shouto’s hands.

“You can, and you will. Can we go out sometime?” Y/n could feel their jaw drop to the floor. First the anklet and now he’s just asking for a date like it’s a regular Tuesday?

“M-me?” Y/n asked, looking around the shop, the confusion settling in their eyes, locking their mind in some sort of fuzzy haze. 

“Yes, so, will you?” Shouto asked once more, amused by their cute little reaction.

“Uh, sure... Sure...”

“Cool. I’ll pick you up at seven,”

“But we don’t close untill-”

“THEY’LL BE READY BY 4!”

“Hina-”

“I SAID YOU’LL BE READY BY FOUR DAMNIT!”

“I’ll be ready by four!”

[xgiannax]

Hey❕ I’ve just felt so terrible for the past few days, I have a head cold😕 which kinda scared me at first because with everything going on with the virus I kinda forgot that it was possible to be ‘regular sick’ if that makes sense? Idk 😭

🦋The Dare Master🦋

“Hey, Y/N!” Kaminari pulled you in for a side hug and you gasped feigning shock

“Woah dude, what is that?! There’s this really strong force surrounding you. Almost like...The Force” he looked at you as if you were insane which made the girls relaxing in the lounge behind you snicker silently

“The Force? Y/N, what are you on? That stuffs not real-“

“Of course it is, why do you think magnets move toward each other so strongly?” You stumbled 100% sure that you would fail, there’s no way he’s going for this you groaned biting your lips.

“Yeah right, Y/N! Magnets come together because of magnetic force-.....FORCE! HOLY COW” Jirou almost cracked laughing loudly into a pillow on the lounge couch, You ignored her and shushed him quickly pulling him in by his arm

“Shh Shh! Listen, Denki. I don’t know how to say this, but I think you might have The Force” his eyes went wide looking around the room “Here, let’s start small. You see that empty cup in front of Ashido? Knock it over”

The two of us turned toward the group of girls and they quickly acted ‘natural’. He stared intently at the cup, Momo nudged the corner of the coffee table near her sending the cup flying to the ground rather convincingly. He quickly paled, you looked up at him stunned

“What if my power falls into the wrong hands? Does this mean the fate of the world is up to me?! *sigh* I guess today I’ve become a man. I’ve got to go, Y/N. I’ve got some..thinking, to do.” He brooded almost comically and disappeared toward the boys hallway, when he was out of ear shot all the girls erupted into laughter and a few cheers

“There is no damn way you actually just pulled that shit off!” Jirou shouted through laughter, you smirked

“I told y’all, truth or dare master. At this rate, I’m gonna be rich” your smug reply made Ashido squint mischievously, and something told you you weren’t gonna like what came next

“Hold on, hold on before the next person takes their turn... since you’re the ‘dare master’ your turn isn’t over, let’s make it all or nothing? “ you nodded skeptically

“Okay? What’s the dare?” Her grin widened

“Ignore your boyfriend, for the rest of the day” You paled, mouth instantly falling open

“What?! It’s only 3 o’clock now, so for how long?!”

“Until 9pm” all the girls ‘oooo’ed “Yep. She can’t do it”

“I can!” You protested

“Bet money you can’t, if you loose you owe us each 3$” she countered pulling out 3 singles from her pocket and slamming it on the coffee table, all the other girls followed doing the same thing.

“So? What’s it’s gonna be? Better choose quick here comes Kirishima now, you know Bakugou isn’t far behind him”

“Fine!” You hissed at her through clenched teeth

“Mhm. Meet here at 8:30, so that we can prove that you didn’t cheat. If you even make it that long”

“You’re on-“

“Y/N! Hey, how’s our gourgous girlfriend doing!?” You heard a angry growl and a thud shortly after “Ouch, okay okay I was kidding she’s only yours!” When you turned back all of the other girls had vanished accept for Momo, a witness you guessed. You piped up instantly and glanced at the clock

3:22 pm

“Hey, Kiri! What have you been up to?” He sat in front of you while your boyfriend slid comfortably beside you and grabbed your waist, nudging your neck with his nose to greet you. You wanted to melt. Even though the man was aggressive and angry most of the time, when it came to you touch was definitely his love language. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard, he didn’t seem to be in a talking mood today. Pshh I got this. You thought smugly

7:00 pm

You absolutely and positively do not have ‘this’. This was unbelievably hard and was only getting worse as the day progressed, he sent you meme after meme and it was taking everything in you not to respond to his text messages. You picked your phone up off the table and felt a pang in your heart, 30 missed text messages and 9 missed calls from him. There was a knock on your door and you knew it was him, so you forced yourself not to open it. But of course, he let himself in with the spare key and saw you laid across the bed

“Hey, dumbass. What the hell are you doing that you can’t text me back or answer me?!” He asked in his typical aggressive voice, you didn’t acknowledge him and continued to scroll through you phone. He slammed the door behind him and stormed in

“What is your issue, Y/N seriously” again, nothing. “Did I do something?” He asked gruffly, only slightly lowering his voice in concern. No response, he growled in frustration and stomped over to the bed hovering over you and trapping you with a hand on either side of your head

“If I did something just-just say it dumbass, I mean it!” The genuine concern in his voice almost made you break and hug him so he knew you weren’t actually mad. Instead, you turned your head away from him and bit your tongue

“Tch, fine! Fuck it then! You wanna ignore me? I can ignore you too” you half cheered and half frowned because now he was mad at you, but at least it would make ignoring him easier if he was ignoring you. The door to your room slammed shut and you let out a relieved breath.

8:30 pm

Feeling completely untouchable you sat in the dorm lounge area cross legged on the couch, Jirou was sulking slouched in a chair knowing that she only had 30 minutes. After Katsuki left earlier you left your dorm room so he wouldn’t be able to find you, you hung out with a couple of your classmates. The less you saw him the quicker you won.

“You wanna just give it up now, Jirou? I told you, I’m a legend at truth or dare” she glared at you, then her face suddenly lit up

“No way, don’t get too cocky we still have 30 minutes. Wait here...” she disappeared down the hall and you scoffed sinking comfortably into the cushions. About 15 minutes had gone by before you heard something that sent a chill down your spine

“Y/F/N FUCKING Y/L/N YOU BETTER RUN BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Your boyfriend boomed from down the hall, Jirou came running in out of breath. She bent over with her hands on her knees

“Better start gathering the money up, Y/N!” You glared at her

“What did you do-“

“Hey, out of my way!” He stormed in the room and locked eyes with you, to say he was fuming was an understatement “Wanna tell me why you went out with everyone but me?” You snapped your mouth shut and looked at the wall above his head, trying your hardest not to loose when you were so close

“UGH WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NOT TALKING TO ME? ACTUALLY, I DONT CARE YOURE GONNA TALK TO ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT-“ he was storming toward you and your eyes fell on the clock. 8:52. You couldn’t hide the grin that covered your face, he stopped his angry persuit and stared at you with hard eyes when he saw your goofy smile. He turned to Jirou, then turned back to look at you.

“What is it that you aren’t telling me, Y/N” he asked with a raised eyebrow stalking toward you, he smiled evily and you knew what was coming next. You grabbed a throw pillow and used it to cover your midsection, he pounced yanking it away from you with an evil laugh and you grabbed his wrists trying to hide your shocked giggles

“Come on, take the easy way out and just confess. Or I can get it out of you the hard way baby, you know I can” He growled, your eyes fell on the clock. 8:56. While you were distracted he pushed you back and dug both of his hands into your exposed armpits

“NAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA” You screeched thrashing around insanely with your arms clamped to your sides. He was merciless as he drilled his fingers deep into the hollows of your armpits and wiggled them quickly, there was no way you could take much longer of this. You shook your head side to side violently and arched your back trying to throw him off but of course failing. Just as you expect he didn’t let up or budge one bit

“ I don’t even feel bad for killing you like this dumbass, you’ve been ignoring me all day! Had me thinking I did something wrong- nope come here you’re not going anywhere! Move your hands, you deserve this!” Katsuki pulled you back on the couch and forced your hands to the side blowing raspberries all over your stomach and wrecking your armpits at the same time, after about 4 raspberries you lost count and fell into silent laughter. Through your teary eyes you saw the time and you felt more relief than ever. 9:02. Any relief you felt washed away almost instantly when he ruthlessly squeezed and poked at your knees and thighs, by now you had no energy to fight and you just laid weak and completely wrecked screaming your head off. Bakugou would usually tickle and tease you often and could be pretty relentless.

But this time, he completely destroyed you which you no doubt deserved for taking the stupid dare, you tried to scold yourself mentally but couldn’t think about anything other than how incredibly crazy he was driving you kneading into your inner thighs

“STOHOHOP I CANHAHAT TAKE ANYMORE! AHAHA ITWASADARE” he stopped looking down at you with a glare

“What did you just say?”

“It was a dare. I was *hiccup* supposed to ignore you for the dare” You slurred completely out of breath and tingling from his attack. Jirou crossed her arms swearing

“Shit, well I guess you won Y/N. I’ll tell the girls, we’ll bring you the money later” she sulked off and your boyfriend stared down at you pretending like he was mad at you

“You mean to fucking tell me that you ignored me all day for a damn bet?!”

“No! I mean yeah, but not on purpose?” Your nervous talking was a result of the look he was giving you that told you he wasn’t done with you yet or anytime soon.

[the-last-cuddlebender]

Since I don't really enjoy character death fics (I'm an absolute crying mess after reading them😂😭) I request a fluffy fic where, a few months after bumi is born, the gaang get together and they all want to carry bumi after not seeing him for so long😂🤷‍♀️

Character death fics chip away my soul I stg (tho I might just make that fic a coming-home fix since I left Aang’s death kindof dubious👀)

This prompt was a lot more fun than I anticipated lol. I’m still a tad loopy from my fever, so grammar may or may not be optional😅. I hope you enjoy my hot mess madness tho!

(Bestuncle!Sokka? Bestuncle!Sokka😤)

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“Sokka.”

“No.”

“Sokka...”

“No.”

“Sokka—!”

“You just had him! It’s my turn! Besides, I’m his favorite.” Sokka bumped his nose with Bumi’s and tickled his tummy with his fingers. Bumi was hardly as big as a loaf of bread, but his laugh was as loud as Appa’s happy-groan-growl. “Isn’t that right, Boom-erang? Yes, it is. Yes, it is~ Ow!”

Bumi didn’t let go of Sokka’s finger even as Sokka stomped his foot and bit his lip to hold back a curse that would have given Katara more than enough reason to end him. Bumi may not have any teeth, but, Spirits, did the kid have some jaw strength.

“That, Snoozles, is called karma.” Toph simultaneously scooped Bumi from under his arms and bumped her hip to Sokka’s; and though the touch seemed light, the Water Tribe warrior left a dent in the wall as he flew from the blow.

(Zuko winced and probed Sokka’s drooling, almost-broken form. Sokka clung to life...but just barely.)

Maternity suited Toph just as beautifully as Katara, and Bumi smiled a supernova when she cradled him in her arms. His grasping hands reached for her face and patted her cheeks to feel the curve of her smile.

“Awwww, look at you, little warrior,” Suki cooed. She offered her fingers for Bumi to latch onto, and his giggle reached crescendo as she wiggled his little fists. “You are absolutely adorable. You’ve grown so much!”

“He’s heavier, too.” Toph frowned. “And a little cold. Hey, Flames-for-Brains—”

Zuko was a shadow at Suki’s shoulder and already curling his hands under Bumi’s bum and back. It had taken him a while to learn how to hold Bumi just right, but now Zuko accepted the transfer with ease.

Bumi froze, looked shocked, and then turned to bury his face in the little sun holding him.

Suki cooed some more. “Looks like you’ve got some best-uncle competition, Sokka.”

Sokka was on his feet in the next second. He looked at Suki like she just grew a third head. “What?!” he cried, his voice cracking like when they were kids. 

They all laughed, Sokka sulked, and none of them thought anything of Sokka’s (or their own) volume until Bumi flinched and sniffled.

Then he started to cry.

And Sokka looked ready to throw himself on a pyre to save his nephew from even one more tear.

“Sokka!” Suki hissed. Zuko looked as ticked as she sounded.

“Oh, nononono, it’s okay Boom-erang. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” Sokka tripped over himself to offer his hands to the babe in a small sign of apology. “It’s okay. Uncle Sokka was just being silly.”

Bumi’s tears thinned to small streams...

...but not before the Avatar tore through the temple to save his crying little world. 

Aang turned the corner at such a high speed and at such a sharp angle that he slid, parallel to the ground, into the adjacent wall. He was shirtless, shoeless, and so flushed with panic that he rearranged his facial anatomy with how wide he made his eyes.

“Bumi?” He fell twice before standing. “Guys, where—What’s Bumi—?”

“Calm down, Twinkletoes. Bumi is fine. Sokka is just a moron.”

“It was an accident!” Sokka pleaded in a whisper.

Aang teleported to Zuko’s side. Bumi turned to his father like a sunflower did to the sun—knowing where he was and grasping for him even though his eyes were closed. 

Once Aang had little Bumi safe in his arms, his world stopped tilting all crooked. His baby boy’s cry was broken by a comforted sound—content—that muted his next whine into a dull whimper. Smacking his lips, Bumi cuddled into the warm safety that held him, but he squirmed when he found no robe to hold onto.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh...It’s okay, Boom-Boom. Daddy’s here. Shhh…” Aang held Bumi high enough so one of his hands could anchor onto his prayer beads. Bumi’s other hand flailed until it found the fingers of Aang’s free hand, and Bumi finally—finally, bless the Spirits—calmed. He almost looked on the verge of sleep. He curled into his father’s chest, bodily hugged Aang’s hand, and gently gnawed his fingers.

Then it was quiet.

Then Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head.

Then Suki did, too.

“Ow! What was that for?”

They said nothing, but their glares said everything. Zuko walked up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and flicked between Sokka’s eyes.

“Seriously?!”

“Hehe!”

They all looked over at father and son. Bumi giggled again and held Aang’s finger a little bit tighter.

“There’s that smile,” Aang said. He kissed Bumi’s head and blew a small raspberry that made his son giggle even louder and squirm even more.

Then Aang stopped. 

And Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

Then Bumi started to cry.

Suki turned on Sokka. “What did you do?!” she demanded in a whisper that shook the room like a shout.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Sokka!”

“I swear, Zuko! I swear!”

Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head again.

And Bumi…Bumi giggled.

Toph smiled something evil. “I think Bumi thought that was funny.”

Zuko pinched between his eyes and mumbled a dozen different prayers to a dozen different deities. Sokka backed up like he wanted to do the same, especially when Bumi cried again.

“Now, now, come on, guys, let’s not—Come on, Suki, I know at least you can’t…u-um…”

Katara rounded the corner so fast that a wind like a bite-sized hurricane chased in her wake. The way she slid into her brother should have sent Sokka through the wall, but the Spirits Zuko had prayed to cushioned Sokka’s travel through the air by catapulting him among the sacks of flour and grain.

Bumi laughed like he was born to do nothing else but smile. Katara melted, weighed down by a relieved grin, as she vanished and reappeared at Aang’s side.

She kissed her husband and son, gave Bumi one extra just because, and turned to the others like she was a spirit that demanded a blood sacrifice if she were to remain benevolent.

Katara looked to Suki for an answer. Suki shrugged and pointed to Sokka.

...Toph grinned something even more evil than evil.

...Zuko sighed again but with passion and sulked into a corner to alert the mortal coil that everything was about to go to shit.

Sokka paused his struggle of getting free of the grain bags, shivered from the sudden cold rippling through the weave of the universe, and pulled himself out with a plea at the ready.

“Katara, listen, I don’t know what they said, but it’s not—”

The universe was merciful and Katara was all-knowing, but Sokka didn’t know what to think when his sister dragged him by his scruff to an awaiting Aang and a fitful Bumi. 

Then Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

And Aang put his baby boy into Sokka’s arms.

Sokka still didn’t know what to do even as Bumi smiled and squirmed, his hands reaching for something.

“I’m sorry, Boom-erang. Uncle Sokka didn’t mean to scare you. He promises not to—Ow!”

Bumi smiled around Sokka’s finger. Spirits, the kid had some jaw strength. 

The world got a little lighter as Sokka’s once impending doom retreated back into the form of his sister. Katara was shoulder-to-shoulder with him and making Bumi smile even wider when she brushed the fine hairs on his head.

“...You’re lucky you’re his favorite,” she whispered. 

Now it was Sokka’s turn to smile, and he couldn’t care less when Bumi gnawed a little harder.

“That’s my little Boom-erang~” he cooed. “I knew you would come back around.”

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I’m still trying to get a knack for writing Sokka. He’s the member of the Gaang I struggle the most with idk why. I would have thought he’d be the easiest for me, but nope

(And, yes, that was a shameless Ice Age reference in there lol)

(Also! I’m trying to do these prompts in order (IM NOT IGNORING ANY OF THEM I SWEAR I LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM ALL DEARLY), so up next: kataang pilot AU!)

[dirt-cup-draco]

Fred Weasley x Reader - You’re Just So Cute

hello! if your request are open may i ask for some Fred Weasley? maybe the reader shes super nervous and shy around him "crushing hard" and hes just love it and doing so on propose?idk just lots of fluff!! and happiness :D thank you for your time!!! @stars-shaped-clouds

Warnings: Short mention of PTSD like behaviors, injury

Diagon Alley had flourished in just a short time after the war. It was a good way to focus on the fact that even though everyone had lost so much, Voldemort was dead and everything was looking up. It was hard some days to feel fine, it almost felt like you were betraying those you had lost. But you tried to remind yourself you couldn’t stop living. It would truly be a betrayal to those who wanted you to be happy. 

You walked around waving to people as you passed, a new appreciation for those around you. There was an air of unity between you all. You had all fought together, a common cause and the fight for your survival and beliefs making you all a family of soldiers. 

With the sound of something erupting from above you startled, arms going over your head as your heart rate spiked. Your eyes were wide and they darted from person to person. Why did no one seem concerned? You took a risk and looked for the source of the noise, only to find a shop you used to be quite familiar with your last year of hogwarts. Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes stood in all it’s glory and sense finally caught up to your panic. 

You had thought for a moment someone had been attacking. You sighed and tried to shake your nerves as you decided to enter the shop. It had been quite some time, it wouldn’t hurt to visit would it? You weren’t close with the twins but you enjoyed their humor and had messed around with them once or twice in school. One twin remained your favorite thought. Fred Weasley, your date to the yule ball and your first kiss. Not that he knew that. 

He’d asked you out on a whim, George talking his ear off about he had already found a date, what was Fred waiting for. As he passed your table Fred had stopped in his tracks, tapped on your shoulder and asked you to go with him. Unbeknownst to you, he had reveled in the way your crimson blush had painted your cheeks and the tips of your ears. He’d kissed you that night after the dance, firewhisky spiking your punch and giving you courage. 

It’d been a tad sloppy if you were honest, his limbs much longer and more awkward than yours. He’d had you pinned against a column, lips tugging at yours and trailing to your neck before someone had interrupted, drawing his attention away from you. Fred had given you a wink, and then disappeared. 

“Y/N!” Came a booming voice and you startled, coming back to yourself, cheeks red hot as you realized where your mind had been stuck. A twin stood in front of you, hair shorter and eyes brighter than you remembered.

“Weasley!” You exclaimed lamely but with a laugh as he chuckled in response. 

“It’s George, look, no ear!” He joked, swiping his hair to the side so you could see that he was in fact, missing one. 

“Oh! I’m sorry-” You began but he waved you off.

“Please no apologies, its a blessing, now people don’t mistake me as the less attractive twin,” 

“Oh bugger off,” Fred said, his voice softer than you remembered. In comparison to his brother, life had seemed to taken a bit more out of him than expected. He had a cane supporting him as he hobbled to you with surprising speed. “We all know Y/N thinks I’m cuter,” He winked, a sly smile sneaking onto his lips. 

Your cheeks seemed to be permanently stained at this point and Fred loved it. He took one last step and tossed a friendly arm around your shoulder. “Well come on in then stranger, make yourself comfortable, I was going to make tea,” Fred commented, leading you in and past the whirring, buzzing, popping products they had become well known for. 

“Don’t forget to make me some!” George hollered as you made your way up the stairs. 

Above the shop was a nice space with a crowded kitchen that seemed to be used more for storage than cooking. Boxes with the twins’ logo were spread everywhere but Fred moved all around it seamlessly, grabbing 3 mugs and setting a kettle on the stove. 

You followed him and sat at a small table that was crammed against a window that looked over the alley. 

“You’ve always been quite the people watcher,” You commented and Fred smiled, leaning back in his chair with a groan.

“Depends on the people,” He said honestly with a shrug of his shoulders, honey flecked eyes trailing from the tips of your toes to the top of your head leaving you feeling warm and embarrassed. “I love when you do that, rosie,” he teased and your eyes bugged out with the fond nickname he had given you the night of the ball. 

Rosie, for always turning rose red in his presence. 

“It’s embarrassing,” You muttered, standing and waving him back down into his seat as you shuffled around the boxes, hitting your shin, on your way to the whistling kettle. Serving up the tea you muttered a spell, George’s cup making it way to him downstairs. 

“I think it’s cute,” Fred said with another wink and you couldn’t hold back the giggle.

“One thing hasn’t changed about you Mr. Weasley, you are a flirt,” 

“Oh please don’t call me Mr. Weasley, I already feel old enough with this damn thing,” He growled, eyes burning into the cane beside him. “Makin’ me feel like my dad,” 

“There isn’t anything wrong about having a cane Fred,” You said honestly, hand reaching for his as he glowered into his mug. “The war- it took... it took a part of all of us,” 

“Some more than others,” He replied dryly, hand warm and calloused against your own. 

“You’re still the same old Fred I know and love,” 

He was snapped out of his bleak mood, eyebrows shooting up past his hairline as what could only be described as a shit-eating grin lit up his face. 

“Don’t say a word!” You scolded immediately, ducking your head and letting your hair create a curtain that would keep him from seeing the embarrassment you felt. You kept making a fool of yourself! 

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” He said innocently, hands reaching upwards in surrender. 

“Liar,” 

“I would never!” 

“Bullshit,” 

He laughed out loud and squeezed your hand, dragging it towards his mouth so he could press a kiss against your knuckles. 

“I would never lie to you Y/N,” He said more softly this time, a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Then if I asked if you missed me? What truth would you tell me?” You challenged, even if you were still unable to meet his eyes. 

“Then I would say, I missed you too, rosie. I thought about you a lot, and I consider myself the biggest idiot in the world for not saying anything to you after the ball,” His voice got quiet and he let his long finger run around the rim of the cup in his hands, “A-and when I thought it was all over, that that blasted death eater got the one up, my life flashed before my eyes. I didn’t have many regrets, but I did regret not finding you sooner to tell you all this,” 

Your heart jumped in your throat and choked out any words you might have had. “Oh Fred,” you sniffled, getting up to throw your arms around his neck as he wrapped an arm around you even as you rattled the table, tea spilling. You were seating comfortably in his lap and he held you so your chest was pressed comfortably against his. 

“You are so cute,” He breathed out, hand going to your cheek as you leaned into his palm. You wanted to turn away again but he kept you facing him. “You are cute,” He repeated, lips brushing against your nose. “You are sweet,” He added, lips traveling over your cheeks. “You are mine? If you want,” He asked, lips hovering in front of yours, his breathe fanning between you. The scent of tea and cinnamon and ash filling your senses and making your head fuzzy. 

“I”ve always been yours Fred Weasley, you don’t even have to ask,” You spoke, surging forward to kiss him. It wasn’t sloppy like it had been when you were kids. He took the lead, his lips set in a determined pace, arms strong around your waist as he nipped at your lips, tongue sliding against yours sneakily as you whined into his mouth. 

“I’m actually George,” He said, once you pulled away and you smacked his chest. 

“You can’t fool me, I know what you taste like Fred, you never forget your first kiss,” 

“Y-you mean that I-? Fred asked, pushing your back into the table as he slid his chair out a bit, keeping your comfortably on his lap but needing to see more of you. You chewed your lip but nodded. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, I am completely yours,” You said as his features lit up, looking more like the man you had met in Hogwarts and less like the man that had been scarred by war. 

“Merlin, you’re cute,” He breathed out again, feeling more complete than he had in some time. 

[slaveformingi]

You Belong To Me (M)

READER (y/n) X KANG YEOSANG (Ateez) Genre: Smut, BadBoy!Yeosang, Angst, Slight Fluff, School Setting. Word Count: 2594 Words. Summary: You find yourself in detention again but this time, you were trapped in detention with one of the schools bad boys, who also happens to be your ex. When the teacher has to leave for an emergency, you find yourself..... well, cornered.

(Author’s Note: Fix On! Majority of you wanted a bad boy Yeosang smut so here it is! Hopefully it is up to your expectations. For those of you who voted for Wooyoung, I’ll be posting his smut as soon as I finish it <hopefully tomorrow> 

PS: I think my writing is getting worst. For some reason, I feel like my English is starting to malfunction. What do you guys think? )

## “What did I even do to deserve this?” 

Your fingers tapping on your wooden desk. Eager to leave the classroom as soon as you can.

“You know what you did young lady. Now please stop tapping the table and keep quiet.”

You let out a heavy sigh. You were in detention. Again. The reason this time is because you yelled at your teacher and called her a whore for making you run laps on the field when you told her you didn't feel like it. 

You were the girl that everyone was afraid of. You weren't a bully nor were you rough with people, you just prefer to keep to yourself. But from time to time, you would pick a fight with who you felt was trying to use you or someone who generally pisses you off. That’s one of the reason why people would avoid you and why they were intimidated by you.

The teachers couldn't tame you, the more they tried the more you rebel. Your parents had long gave up on trying to turn you into a proper well-mannered girl yet you were just to stubborn. 

You were always alone and you never thought you needed anyone, until you met Kang Yeosang.

Yeosang was a rebel, he only played by his rules. He was also part of a very violent and popular gang known as Ateez, which was known to vandalise and terrorise the town you live in. He was known to be a very good fighter, very quick on his feet. 

You both crossed paths when you both got into the same fight with some other students. He took interest in you and you ended up dating. For a moment in time, you started to become more soft-spoken and cheerful. He was the happiness you didn't know you needed. He was always there for you and he always had your back. 

That was until you discovered that he was flirting with other girls behind your back. When you first heard about it, you thought he was just messing around because he was bored or something. But then he started to do it more often, he was even flirting with girls in front of you. That’s when you thought enough was enough, you loved him with all your heart but you didn't want to risk getting yourself hurt by him. So you decided to end things with him a few months ago.

He was shocked at first, thinking that you were joking. He kept on appearing in front of your house and contacting you as if you were still together. You resorted to more drastic measures, which included kissing another guy (who was totally a stranger to you) in front of him and saying that you’ve never loved him (Which was a total lie). But it worked. You finally got rid of him.

Ever since that happened, you didn't talk to each other. You ignored and avoided each other. There were times when you noticed he was making out with other girls in front of you, which you assumed was his attempt on making you feel jealous but you hid your jealousy from him.  You went back to being your cold self. You hid your jealousy by acting strong, fighting and rebelling whenever you can. Which brought you to where you are today, in detention.

But you weren't alone, out of everyone in the entire school, you manage to get into detention with the one and only Kang Yeosang. He sat a few seats behind you, his head buried in his arms on this desk. 

(Authors note: Idk how to properly describe the position but it’s like the one where you put your head down on the desk to sleep.. so yeah, that position)

“Miss Jung, can I please leave now. I need to get ready for a date.” you asked in your sweetest and politest tone. Attempting to escape the class.

Yeosang’s head shot up, he heard what you said and shot you a dirty look. You didn't notice this because you were looking at your teacher, hoping she would let you go. Yeosang’s hands turned into fist, he didn't like the thought of you going out with someone else.

“I’m sorry y/n, but you still have 2 hours of detention left.”

You sighed and stared out the window. Your brain searched for ideas on how you could escape the class. You didn't actually have a date, you just wanted to leave the room before Yeosang does. 

Suddenly the PA speaker boomed ; “All teachers please report to classroom 8B for an emergency meeting with the school board. Thank you.”

You couldn't help but smirk. It was as if someone had heard your pleas. 

“I need to go, you can leave now but both of you will have to replace another 2 hours of detention tomorrow.” 

With that your teacher packed up all of her stuff and rushed out of the room. You could hear the sound of her heels running down the main hall.

“Finally.” you said as you slipped out of your desk and dashed to the door to escape the class, but before you could step out of the classroom, you're hand was pulled back and the door was slammed shut.

You groaned in pain as you pulled your hand back. Your body was suddenly spun around and the next thing you knew you were facing Yeosang.

“What the fu--” 

“Where do you think you’re going, y/n.” Yeosang’s eyes were full of anger and hatred.

“Out.” you replied nonchalantly as you crossed your arms.

“What's his name?”

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently. 

“Who’s your date?!” he snapped. You smirked, you knew you had pissed him off.

“Why do you care?” you asked “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

Yeosang kept quiet, you could see the rage in his eyes. He roughly shoved you against the wall, you could feel your back hitting the hardness of the wall. You moaned in pain before you shot him an annoyed look.

“What the fuck Yeosang?!”

“You’re not going anywhere.” he said, his face was serious.

“You don’t fucking own me.” you said staring into his eyes. 

“You belong to me!” he yelled at your face as he pushed your back to the hard wall again, trapping you between his hands.

“Fuck you Kang Yeosang.” you said as you grabbed the collar of his school shirt and pulled him closer to you. “I can go anywhere and everywhere I want. With whoever I want.”

You both stared intensely at each other before he let out a growl and crashed his lips into yours. You gave in to the kiss. You could feel him smirk against your lips. You closed your eyes as he pulled your body close to his, your hands started to roam his body.

“You’re mine and you know it.” he spoked against your lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hands sliding down your waist, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “Missed me?”

You shrugged your shoulders with a smile. He let out a small chuckle before making his way to your neck, planting small kisses. He soon found your sweet spot and started to suck on it. A moan escaped from your lips.

Yeosang smirked again, he let go go you for a moment and went to the classroom door to lock it. You laughed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him back into a kiss. He smiled, kissing you back as he held onto your waist. 

Your fingers slowly made their way to his jacket, sliding it off him and leaving him in his shirt. You kissed his his jaw and moved your fingers played with his hair.

He moaned before pulling your hoodie off and letting it fall to the floor. You attacked his neck, sucking and kissing it earning a moan from him. You unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs, your hands slid over them.  

Not wanting you to be in control, he pushed you up against the wall and slid his hand between your legs, playing with the hem of your underwear. His hand started to roam between your inner thighs. You instantly squeeze your legs together, trapping his hands between your thighs, inches from your throbbing heat. You both stared intensely at each other, he ran his thumb along your thighs, trying to get you to open up for him.

You bit your lip as you gave into him, spreading your legs open to let his hand free. You realised that you missed his touch, you miss his voice, you missed every single thing about him. It didn't matter that you were in class and that someone could catch you both, all you could think about was how much you wanted Yeosang. You felt yourself getting wet. He looked at you before running moving his fingers upwards.You let out a small moan as they landed on your underwear. A smirk appeared on Yeosang’s face.

“We need to be quiet.” he whispered your ear.

His hand began to move, his eyes were locked on yours, waiting for your response. His hand began to rub more fiercely, causing your breathing to get heavier. You tried your best to keep quiet but you didn't know if you could contains your moans any longer.

He moved away from the wall and grabbed your ass, lifting you up and carried you to a nearby desk. You grasped the edge of the desk to keep yourself steady. Yeosang moved your underwear aside and you felt his fingers coming in contact with your heat. The cool air hit you, making you more aroused.

“I’m going to fuck you on this table so hard that you won't be able to walk anymore.” he whispered in your ear.

He ran his fingers around your entrance, his thumb flicking your clit. He was teasing you. You felt a knot in forming in your stomach, your body was becoming numb. Yeosang slid two of his fingers inside of you, making you jump. 

“I’ve barely started yet you’re so wet for me already.” 

He thrusted his fingers deeper inside you. You bit down your bottom lip, trying to suppress your moans. You watched as pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his mouth, his lips wrapping around them, taking in your taste.

“I almost forgot how good you taste.” he said with a smirk on his face. 

He slipped your skirt and underwear off in one go and threw them across the room. You got up from the desk and pushed him against it. You planted kisses all over his torso as you made your way down, carefully stopping above the waistline of his pants.

“You know I hate being teased babe.” Yeosang groaned.

You smirked as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs. You tossed it to the pile of clothes that was already on the floor. You looked down at his boxers, you could see his bulge. He let out a groan when you pulled his dick out of his boxers.

His dick was thick and throbbing in your hand. You licked his tip and Yeosang’s eyes instantly shut. You began to pump your hand around his shaft as you dragged your tongue around the tip of his dick. His pre-cum started to lick as you kept on pumping him.

“Oh god, y/n.” Yeosang groaned as you took his dick into your mouth, taking as much of him as you could.

“Fuck babe.” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around his shaft.

Your head starting to bob up and down.You could feel him starting to twitch against your cheeks. 

“Fu--fuck, st-- stop.” He demanded as he pulled your head up. In one swift motion, Yeosang switch places with you and lifted you up on to the desk.

“Yeosang.” you moaned out his name as he started sucking on your clit. Your hips bucking towards his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his neck, pushing him forward so that he could give you extra friction. Yeosang moaned against your clit, sending vibrations in your body. His tongue deep in you. You started to tremble when you felt your orgasm coming.

“Nuh uh uh.” He said as he pulled away from you, flipping you into a doggy style position, “You can only come when I’m in you.”

Yeosang parted your legs. He lined his dick to your entrance, teasing your clit with the head of his dick. 

“Please Yeosang, I need you right now.” you begged. 

Yeosang smirked as he pushed himself inside you. You moaned as you feel him starting to thrust into you. You forgot how big he was, you felt as if he was about to rip you into half. His balls slapping against your ass, his hands were on your breast as his brushed his thumb over your nipples. You arched your back, writhing under him.

“Omg Yeosang!” you moaned, not able to contain your nosies any longer. He loved the fact that he made you feel good. He trusted harder and faster into you, hitting your g-spot every time. You could feel your orgasm coming.

“Fu-- Fuck babe, you feel so-- so fucking--- good.” Yeosang said in between thrusts.

“I’m clo--close.” you moaned out, your walls tightened around his dick. He groaned at the feeling of it. 

“Yes babe, I want to feel you come all over my dick.” He says as he picked up his pace.

“Fu--Fuck!” you moaned out. Your orgasm hit you and your vision goes white. You could feel Yeosang’s thrust getting sloppier, he was close. You felt him twitch inside you. His eyes were clenched shut and his head was tossed back.

“Fuc--Fucking hell babe.” Yeosang groaned as he released himself in you. He thrusted into you a couple more times, riding his high before pulling out of you. He plopped down on a nearby chair, not even looking at you. Once you caught your breath, you picked up all your clothes and started to get dressed. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he caught your arm and pulled you back to him.

“I have a date remember?” you said teasingly.

“Screw that guy.” he said as he kissed you passionately. “You belong to me and to me only.” you let out a small laugh. He cupped your chin and made you look at him.

“I’m sorry I went around flirting with other girls. I really love you, y/n. With all my heart. You are the first person to make me feel this way and I was honestly so scared at first, so I decided to become a dumbass and fuck around with other girls. Truth is, you are my weakness and I love you so so much. I know it’s going to be hard but can you give me a second chance? Can you please forgive me. I don’t know wha---”

Before he could continue rambling, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I forgive you Yeosang and I’m willing to give you a second chance.” you said, his eyes immediately lit up. “But...”

“But?” Yeosang asked with his head tilting.

“But if I see you running around and flirting with other girls, I will take things into my own hands and cut your balls off.” you said threatening him.

Yeosang let out a laugh before pulling you into a hug.

“I promise I won't babe.”

[moderndayshinigami]

So turns out I have about 230,000 words written in a single story for my OC Melody... And I've posted maybe 12% of that... I'm seriously debating just putting up my drafts here and seeing what happens.

Idk. It's weird to have a whole world built and morphed around her and be the only one who knows about it. But at the same time... What if no one likes her? Or even notices?

Anyway... I guess I'll start with chapter 1...

Here's Winged Victory, Part 1

Get out of the way!" He heard as he gazed out over the city. He turned to see a blur streak past him and off the ledge, catapulting into the free air. His reflexes were faster than his mind; he jumped after her, catching her by the ankle before he knew what he was doing.

"What are you doing!" She shrieked in English as he pulled her to his chest. Her arms found their way around under his arms as he braced for impact with the ground. There was a jerk and a grunt from her and suddenly they were in the air, climbing higher than the roof they had lept from.

"What the-" he shouted over the wind roaring in his ears. Looking up he saw brilliant wings fluttering in the up draft.

"Why did you jump after me!" The young woman yelled, grimacing as she tried to readjust her grip. He shouted something in Japanese. She shook her head at him.

"English?"

"Why did you jump!" He shouted back, wrapping his arms around her to take part of the strain. She was scanning the ground, obviously looking for a place to land.

"Um, wings! And again, why did you follow?" She yelled, wings faltering to keep them both up

"I didn't see any wings, I thought you were jumping to your death!" He yelled back, glancing around for some familiar landmark.

"So you decided you'd come too? Is that why you were up there?" She asked, dropping a couple feet.

"No! I can handle a landing like that! There! That helipad should work!" He pointed, one arm easily holding her close to him.

"Great! I'm going to drop you! On three! One... Two, three!" She let him fall the last twenty feet to the rooftop. He rolled, springing up to watch her circle around and land gracefully. He looked her over; she was short, but muscular. Her eyes were dark and watchful, two toned hair pulled back in a long braid, glorious wings spread in warning, nearly a fifteen foot span. She watched him, as he straightened from the roll, taking in his overly muscled physique, long blonde hair, and tanned skin. He held up his hands in a placating way, trying to ease her apprehension.

"Lets try this again. I am All Might, a hero!" He laughed, hands on hips, trademark smile flashing. Her wings twitched and she gave him a skeptical look.

"All Might? Right. I'm Valkyrie. Yo_tuber, from America," she said, folding her wings in until they shimmered out of view. He blinked.

"That's a pretty amazing quirk," he said, taking a step closer, her eyes narrowed.

"Thanks. Look, All Might. Thanks for the flight, but I'm going to go now-"

There was a booming crash in the street below.

"Shit!" They said in unison, running to the edge of the building to see a cloud of smoke rising from a shop across the street.

"Need a lift?" She asked, glancing up at the big man beside her.

"Nah, I can land that,"

"Suit yourself," she shrugged, stepping up and over the edge, wings suddenly appearing to glide down. He smirked, waiting for her to land and look back up at him before following, landing dramatically. She rolled her eyes and turned to the civilian whose shop blew up.

"What happened," she asked, All Might jogging up behind her. The civilian spoke to All Might.

"He robbed them, a big guy, looked like a shark. They don't know which way he went," he translated.

"Don't worry! We'll get your stuff back!" She said, backing into the middle of the street, "Stand back!"

She looked up, raising an arm and a leg and flapped her wings, exploding into the air. She went up almost level with the building tops and hovered. Her huge wings stirred up the dust on the street below.

"I see him! Two blocks over one block down!" She shouted to All Might. He stepped away from the panicked civilians and lept into the air where she indicated. Sure enough, he was there, running away pushing people out of his path. He shoved through a group of school girls, knocking one into the road.

"I got her! You get him!" Valkyrie yelled, shooting toward the prone girl. He watched as she dived weaving around a truck to scoop up the girl and land safely before he landed himself just in front of the villain, turning and posing. His smile became more intimidating as the villain stopped dead in his tracks.

"Your dastardly deeds shall not go unpunished! Why? Because I am here!" He laughed, grabbing the villain by the upper arms and holding him two feet off the ground. Moments later the police arrived, an ambulance and the press in tow. The schoolgirl was delivered to the paramedics and the criminal turned over to the police. All Might and Valkyrie turned to the press.

"Will you two be working together?"

"All Might, what's it like working with an American?"

"Valkyrie! How long you planning on staying in Japan?"

"Valkyrie, Are you going to take up more hero work along with your vlogging career?"

"All Might! Are you two dating?"

"No, we just met. I'm only here for the Yo_Tube Tokyo Blast fundraiser, and probably not going to be adding hero work to my channel. Thank you! I'll upload more info later today! Byebye, catch you on the fly!" She shouted over the reporters, throwing up a peace sign and a wink before taking off. All Might watched her rise above the rooftops before streaking off.

"I must also go! Stay safe!" He shouted, leaping after her. She was several blocks ahead of him already.

"Hey! Wait up!" He yelled. She glanced behind her, wings billowing out to slow her progress. She slid back to match his speed, following him down to a nearby park. She swooped around him and landed softly next to him.

"Yes?" She asked, folding away her wings and crossing her arms. He blinked a couple times, trying to regain his composure.

"You were amazing! You're not a hero?" He asked. She blinked and blushed, looking away.

"I- no, no I'm not a hero. I help when I can, but I'm mostly a small time internet celebrity. Makeup tutorials and how to's on prop building mostly," she muttered, pulling on her braid. "That's adorable," All Might thought, watching her play with her hair.

"Well, if you ever wanted to be a hero, look me up. I could pull a couple strings to get you into my agency," He said, scratching the back of his neck, glancing up from the ground. She blushed again before straightening her shirt. She held out her hand.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind" she smiled. All Might took her small hand in his.

"I guess I'll see your around," he mumbled.

"Yeah-," she paused

"Do you--never mind." He started

"Hmm?" She looked up at him, hands still linked. He cleared his throat.

"Do you want to go grab a coffee or something?" He asked, blushing behind his smile.

"Oh, um. I actually need to--"

"Oh. It's fine-"

"Go- but,"

"Yes?"

"You know what? It can wait. Coffee would be amazing," she decided. All Might's smile grew by a few teeth.

"I know just the place!" He announced, pulling her with him. She laughed and followed, changing the handshake to a better grip, twining her pinky between his index and middle finger. All Might blushed harder.

[crazy-bi-btch]

Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other

Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader

Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival​

PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu

I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.

“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality. 

“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong

I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong. 

~

Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”. 

Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-

“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction.  I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend. 

As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!

 When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.

“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.

“Hey j!” I exclaimed

“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.

“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it. 

“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man! 

“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night. 

~

I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself  He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.

Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.

“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent. 

I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.

I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.

“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement. 

 “ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”

“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.

“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?

“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed. 

We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me. 

I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.

“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.

“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.

“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state. 

“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.

Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out. 

“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now. 

“ I can-”

“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.

“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight. 

“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.

“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.

“ I know you don’t-“ 

“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past. 

“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe. 

“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.

“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.

“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also. 

“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.

“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face. 

“ I love you.” He said

“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it. 

“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face. 

“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.

“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.

“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.

“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow. 

He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs. 

“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.

“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong. 

“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure. 

“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating. “ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn. 

“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom. 

“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.

“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth. 

Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom. 

“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.

“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself. 

“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.

“ But-”

“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.

“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years. 

“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.

“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone. 

“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed. 

As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.

“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.

“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned. 

[avengersassemble-fics]

What Used to Be

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an: this chapter is on the shorter side, but only bc the next part didn’t fit into this portion. but no worries! more to come :) ps- idk if i should include a trigger warning but i will. the ending alludes to possible poisoning or drugging. please read that at your own risk.

part 02/??

This was not going the way he planned.

When the Mandalorian awoke he jolted forward, the orange sunrise gleaming on the ground in the opening. One thing he noticed right away was the dwindling fire and the lack of your presence. He stood quickly in hopes that you had just wandered out into the opening. 

He was wrong.

As he made his way back to the ports of Taris, his mind processed all of his options. He wanted to believe that you just left him behind, going on your own way to fend for yourself. All he had to do was make it back to his ship and get off this rock.

But of course he was wrong about that as well.

The path to his ship was relatively clear, the early morning sun was low and he was trying to move swiftly and discreetly. But he always seemed to draw attention to himself, there was no way to avoid that. As he was about to round the corner, he noticed several men waiting outside the bay door where his ship was currently docked. The Mandalorian squeezed himself into a small alleyway, pausing to see if he could hear them speaking.

The alien dialect wasn’t one he knew, and the only familiar words he could make out weren’t in his favor. He looked down the alleyway, noticing it looped around the bay he needed to get into. If he couldn’t go through the front door, maybe he could scale in. With that thought, he started down the dark alley, knowing what he had to do.

Where were you taken?

That was the question that filled his mind. As he carefully climbed the metal wall up into the sky, he grunted as he pulled himself up to the edge. He peered over to see if there were any signs of more of those men in there. His ship he noticed was still closed tight, so at least the bay attendant was prompt with that. Hopefully the Child was alright in there by himself. 

There were three men that he could see, one near the entrance of his ship and two more walking around the wall of the bay he was on top of. Best course of action? Get himself in without being noticed, intimidate one to tell him what he needs to know, and get out of here. 

But things never seem to go the way he plans. 

He carefully had managed to drop down into the shadows, and take one of the men out, strangling him into unconsciousness. He laid his body down behind a storage box, and waited for the next one to circle around, repeating his actions before moving towards his ship. 

As he was about to pull the third man to the ground, a blaster was placed beside his head. The Mandalorian paused, standing fully erect and turning to face the person behind the gun. It was one of the Prime Ministers men he saw yesterday. 

“The Prime Minister is very unhappy you did not complete the job you were asked to do,” he said. The voice would’ve made the average person's hair stand up on their arms. But not his. He remained cool, letting him continue with his monologue. 

Why did people always have a whole monologue prepared for these situations?

“What did she tell you?”

The Mandalorian clenched his fists without even realizing, “That your government is corrupt and deserves to be outed for what it is: money hungry slave drivers who sell their own people for a profit.”

The alien that was once guarding his ship let out an animalistic noise, probably a laugh, as did the man who was speaking. The Mandalorian felt an irritating presence enter his body. His quick movements allowed the Mandalorian to flip his small blaster and shoot the alien, and he used his free arm to disarm the guard, twisting his wrist behind his back. The guard let out a growl as the Mandalorian pulled his arm tighter behind his back.

“What? We don’t find this funny?”

“Screw you, Mando,” the guard let out his pinched lips. 

“The girl. Where is she,” he demanded more than asked. 

Silence filled the air, which just upset him more. Pulling the guard arm further away there was an audible cracking sound that ripples through the air, along with a pained cry. 

“Zygerria! Zygerria!”

The Mandalorian didn’t reply, besides slamming the guards body against his metal ship, letting his now limp body hit the ground (he was probably still alive). Mando stood there for a moment to collect himself. 

Zygerria. It was one of the most booming planets along the slave trade routes during the Clone Wars, but he had thought that it had completely dissolved at this point. Maybe it was an underground type of operation. The New Republic had put a ban on slave trades, but obviously that wasn’t stopping the problem. He didn’t like the idea of slaves, he didn’t believe he was any better than any other species.

Except maybe the Hutts, but that’s besides the point.

He stepped over the fallen body and pushed a button on his wrist that began to open his ship door. As the ramp lowered he was met with the image of the Child standing up at the top, ears moving upwards as he saw Mando walking on board.

Zygerria was their next stop.

-

Gasping, air entered your body as you shot upwards on a hard surface. You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight that filtered into the room. Particles of dust floated through the beams of light filtering into the small room.

Where were you?

That was what you asked yourself as you squinted around the room. You moved so that your feet dangled off the edge of what you were laid on. 

You had a bad feeling about this.

The clothes you were in were still dirty, the long skirt ripped slightly at the edges. Your hair felt oily and itchy and skin hot to the touch. Whoever took you out did so quickly you must have hid the ground hard as there was a small cut you could feel on your cheek. 

You should’ve just woken up the Mandalorian. 

You frowned. You were stuck here and no one knew it. Your uncle truly bested you! That nerf herder. 

There was a sound on the other side of the door, and you stood quickly, and the door swung open outwards. There was a woman on the other side, holding a pile of clothes and she walked inside. You noticed a gun holstered on her hip as she stepped inside. She pushed the clothing to your chest and you took it from her. She exited the room as quickly as she had entered. You looked at the clean clothes in your arms and couldn’t resist the urge to get into them. The pants and long sleeve shirt fit you almost perfectly, and the boots they had given you seemed to be the right size too. You were finishing lacing the up when the door opened once again. You stood quickly, and the woman was back. This time though, she was holding cuffs.

You now despised cuffs.

She motioned her fingers for you to give her your arms, and begrudgingly you did. She took your wrists in her hands and locked a clunk of metal around them, entombing your hands completely. You scowled a bit and she paid no mind to it pushing you forwards and into a hallway. You lost your footing for a moment, but regained your composure as another looked on. 

What was going to happen?

They led you through a dark passageway. You had no clue where you were headed but the person in front of you did. You followed their lead, trying to see if there was anything familiar to you. But with each turn you grew increasingly disoriented, and finally they stopped in front of a large door. It wasn’t like the one you had just come from, and you noticed them straighten themselves a bit, and the woman latched onto your arm. Before being able to protest, the doors were opened slowly. 

It was a large and equally dark room. There were lights flickering around, but they were so low it wasn’t like they did much except add to the ambiance. The woman nearly shoved you inside and you narrowed your eyes. Why was she so aggressive all of a sudden?

“Is that you, (Y/N),” a voice asked from further in the room.

You didn’t recognize the voice, instead you raised a brow, “Who is asking?”

Out of the shadows a smaller more plump man stepped. You had no idea who he was, but you got chills on your arms. He walked closer to you, and had a weird smile on his face.

“My name is Gar Harik, and I’m the man behind all this,” he motioned his arms in the air. You scoffed.

“You’re the one behind this dark and dank hole?”

He frowned as the words left your lips. You didn’t budge though, trying to show that you were strong on the inside. He jerked his head, and the woman abruptly grabbed your arms, and pulled you towards a table.

“Let’s have a little chat shall we?”

At the entrance to the city, the Mandalorian was stomping in. He always garnered attention, but this time felt worse. He felt a sense of nausea set into his stomach as he walked deeper and deeper into the city. He followed the lead of another, keeping his distance but he had picked them out of the crowd when he had arrived. His plan this time was simple, pose as a buyer to get in and try and pull information out of whoever he met. If you were on Zygerria, then he was getting closer to helping you.

Mando paused as the person he was following stopped outside the door, and pushed a button. A door slid up and they entered, only for it to close behind them. Waiting for a few moments, Mando did the same. He walked up to the building and pushed the button, and the door opened. As he stepped inside he was surrounded by darkness. After that thought, flights flickered on around him, and there was a woman waiting in front of him. She was a fighter, he could tell that immediately. Her hand rested against her hip and the other on the holster that held her blaster. She eyed him up and down, but kept a cool gaze.

“What business do you have here, Mando,” she asked.

“I’m looking to buy some help,” he answered just as casually. Her finger rubbed the holster, but she wouldn’t be able to see he noticed that.

“A man of your stature, I know just the one for you,” he nodded her head back deeper into the building, “if you would follow me.”

Mando nodded, and began to follow this woman deeper into the darkness. Silence folded over them, but Mando kept his distance. The woman would occasionally glance over her shoulder, and he kept glancing down at her hand on her holster.

“You said you had one in mind,” he questioned, earning only a nod in response, so he continued, “what if I’m looking for something specific?”

“And what exactly would that be?” She finally threw over her shoulder.

“Human female. Roughly (age), and (height). (Color hair).”

She stopped in her tracks, and so did he. Oh, she knew where you were.

Before he had the chance to unlock her holster, his plaster was pressed into her back, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned, and she slowly removed her hand from her hip, “take me there. Now.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, and he pushed his blaster into the crevice of her back. She trudge forward, but taking a turn down another path. He was silent as he stepped along behind her, and after taking another turn there was a door in the distance. It looked unguarded from what he could see, and he noticed her rubbing her fingers together nervously.

He laced his arm around her neck, causing her to gasp for air. He didn’t budge as she struggled until she finally stopped, and he let her hit the ground.

He did not like slaves. Or anyone to do with it.

He hurried down the remainder of the dark hallway, his legs taking him closer and closer to the looming door. As he came to the cross section there was an unsuspecting person there around the corner. Startled by Mando’s sudden appearance, he hesitated which gave him plenty of time to act quickly in knocking him out. Finally looking to the door, he was quick to push the heavy door open, making a loud entrance.

He didn’t really know what to expect. But the dark room didn’t hide what was going on. Here you laid on the floor, body shaking and what appeared to be some kind of liquid spilled everywhere. Whoever else was here was startled by his entrance, but he didn’t really care about that at the moment. His legs rushed him over and he knelt down beside you. You were staring at the ceiling above you, your lips trembling. He could see your eyes were dilated, but even with him being so close you didn’t seem to notice he was there. Carefully he placed his gloved hand on the other side of your cheek and turned you to face him.

“(Y/N)?” He asked quietly.

Your lips trembled slightly, and there was a noise in the room that sounded as if something was knocked over. Quickly Mando took his blaster and shot in the direction of the sound without looking, and a second later a loud thud filled the room. Whoever that was had hit ground dead. Putting his weapon back, he placed his other hand on your cheek.

You were trying to say his name, he could tell by the movements your lips were trying to make. He glanced around before seeing a hypopen nearby, and he reached over you to grab it. He shoved it in a part of his belt and looked back to you.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” He asked, but you didn’t answer, your eyes seemed to register what he said, and he carefully scooped you into his arms. He tried to get your head to lean onto his shoulder, and he backed out of the room. He would make sure neither of you saw this room again.

-

Mando had never cared about the people he met. Not really until he had encountered the Child. So for him to be this worried was different for him. He didn’t know where he was going or who could help. When he managed to get you back to his ship, he had set you down on the makeshift bed he then laid on. The Child looked at you curiously, and watched as Mando was fluttering around his ship trying to find something that could possibly help you. He kept throwing glances over his shoulder to check on you. You still trembled so he had thrown a blanket over your body, but your eyes were still glued open. What he was going to have to do was find a medical facility or someone who could tell what was in the hypopen that was used on you.

He walked back over to you and placed his hand back on your cheek. You weren’t shakin anymore, and your eyes darted to him for a moment. He watched as you slowly, finally closed your eyes. He didn’t know what to do at this moment. He removed his hand and glanced around for the Child, and heard the whirring of his engines outside.

“Son of a-“ he mumbled and quickly climbed the stairs into the cockpit. His head peered into the cockpit and his eyes landed on the Child in his seat, flicking buttons. He must have seen him do it before because he was readying the ship to leave. Mando quickly finished up the stairs and grabbed the Child, holding him in his lap as he sat in his pilot chair.

“What are you doing?” He asked calmly, earning a gurgle in response. Mando looked down at his navicomputer and tapped the screen.

“How did you set the coordinates for Dantooine?”

He didn’t expect an answer, but the Child laid its ears down and pointed at the navicomputer. Mando looked from the Child to his navicomputer. The engines still swirled in the background and something in him told him to go there. He didn’t know what the feeling was but he decided to follow it.

He set the Child down in the bassinet he had made next to him and gripped the yoke. He lifted the ship off the ground and flipped some switches so the legs were retracted into the hull of the ship. As they entered the atmosphere, the Child cooed happily, and Mando glanced back at his companion. Playing happily with the ball given to it, Mando looked back to the stars. He didn’t know what was coming, but he knew that they had to act fast. As soon as the ship was cleared from the planet's air space, they were shot into hyperspace. 

Their next stop was Dantooine.

- 

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