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xlovely-daydreamsx · 3 years ago

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Black Lab (Yandere!Hawks x Reader x Yandere!Dabi)

Summary: You're an Omega- your fate was sealed the moment you were born.

Warnings: yandere themes, later nsfw, slight non-con, stalking, manipulation, age gap (kinda)

Note: quick thank you to @yurithereader for the character suggestion, and to everyone else who gave me their feedback. this first chapter is a lot of exposition, just because ive had this in my brain for a long time, so its veeery developed, n im just puttin it on paper at this point. so, without further ado, here's the first chapter of Black Lab :)

Your fate had been sealed from the moment you were born. Your mother was a gorgeous Omega, flowering in high school and aging like fine wine, until your father came along- a Beta with a hint of narcissism, who always reeked of artificial Alpha thanks to his God awful cologne. Your mother had spent, and would continue to spend her whole life desperately trying and failing to avoid those men, getting hurt along the way and dragging you with her.

Despite your struggles, your mother was your world. Baby, she had said to you one night, empty bottles scattered across your coffee table, you’re lucky to have me, you know. You can learn what not to do in life. Well, that didn’t make any sense at all, did it? At least, not to you. Your mother was the most beautiful, intelligent, hardworking woman you’d ever known- why would you want to be anything else? Don’t ever drink, she said, don’t date assholes, and for God’s sake, don’t be an Omega.

Others always told you that you looked just like your mother, same bright, hooded eyes, flowing hair, and even the same smell. Told you you’d make a great Omega just like her, too. The men at the bar especially loved that line. When she’d bring you along to work when you were sick and home from school, she’d sit you at the bar with a book and some Tylenol, and you’d be content for the whole evening. That is, until the regulars would bother you.

“You’re Daisy’s daughter, ain'tcha?” One man asked you one night. You recognized him… Bill? You think that was his name, at least. You just nodded, giving him a glance up from your book. “You’re just as pretty as your momma, you know.” He coughed, “Spittin’ image of ‘er.” The only thing you could think to do was offer a small ‘thank you’ and bury yourself back into your book, but he continues to talk. “Is she as nice at home as she is at work?” You shrug- nice wasn’t exactly how you would describe her. “I bet she looks real pretty out of that uniform.” That’s when he started to reek; you’d always been extra sensitive to smells, but he really stunk with something you’d would’ve never recognized at that age, something you shouldn’t have been able to recognize until well into your years- arousal. His perversion mingling with sweat and the booze makes you crinkle your nose and suppress a gag.

“Well I’m sure you’re causing it for her, so leave her alone,” she says it like a joke, a hint of a smile twinging on her lips, but her arm stands as a barrier between you and the drunkard, keeping you safe as always. “She’s over here tryin’ to get smarter- maybe you should try reading sometime.” Another guy around the bar lets out a hearty laugh at that one, and you let out a bit of a giggle as well.

“She’s not causing you any trouble, is she, Bill?” Thank God, your mother, your savior had come to your aid.

“Oh, no- an angel just like her mother.” He smiles at her, crooked teeth on display.

He doesn’t argue with her, just slinks off to the other side of the bar to sit next to another regular, but you can still smell him in the air.

“Such an attitude for an Omega,” his grin is gone now.

“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with it,” your mother grabs a towel out of her apron pocket and smacks it against the wooden bar with a thunk, “now scram, I’ve got work to do.”

Your mother presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll grab you another Shirley Temple, baby.”

“I don’t wanna stay at Dad’s,” you cried, holding onto your mother’s work pants with an iron grip, “why can’t I come with you?”

“I told you, (y/n), you can’t come anymore, I’m sorry.” She pats the top of your hair. “Someone complained to the manager.”

You wouldn’t present until years later. By that time, it was practically all anyone could talk about. The school at shown a million videos explaining it, mandated more than a few sex-ed classes, and almost everyone had gotten that kind of talk from their parents (a talk that was encouraged by an email from the school). Nobody was a stranger to the concept, and with every passing day, and every word you heard uttered about it, you grew more restless, more anxious. That’s because you were an Omega.

You’d known the fact for many years- practically since the day you were born. The chances of you being an Omega were surprisingly thin when you put it on paper, dozens of Punnett squares in your notebooks, telling you that you were more likely to be a beta than anything, but that didn’t matter at all. From the day you left that hospital with your mother, your fate was sealed- you were marked Apex.

The idea of what it truly means to be “Apex” had been a hot topic in recent years, but the consensus from most religious groups, or anyone that didn’t want to think critically, considered it ‘a gift from God.’ Scientifically speaking, it was a hormone imbalance. Those who are born Apex have heightened senses from birth, and often hold the smell of their secondary gender even before presenting; it’s also not uncommon for them to present early.

You hated being Apex- hated all the things people said about it, how you were treated because of it, what it would do to your life. You hated how little control it gave you. Because when you’re Apex, you have a soulmate.

That’s what people call it, at least- a soulmate. Once you catch a whiff of their scent, it fills a hole in your heart, completes you. A bunch of bullshit, if anyone ever asked you.

“(y/n), (y/n),” Your friend, Ochako, comes up behind you in the hallway, clamping a soft hand on your shoulder; you hadn’t realized how spaced out you were until she shook you back into reality, “if you present Beta, do you wanna hang out over break? My mom wants you to try her alfredo recipe.” Ah, Ochako… so kind, yet so oblivious. Of course you weren’t going to present beta- she knew that well enough, having smelled your room before, your whole house, for that matter, but she still held out hope for you. Maybe she pitied you, you thought- the poor, scared little Omega, afraid of her true nature.

No, Ochako wasn’t like that. “Yeah, sure. You know how much I always love her cooking.” You give her a soft smile. Her oblivion is an act of kindness- nothing more, nothing less.

Presenting season always falls in the later months of the year, giving middle school students a much needed, especially long winter break.

Your break starts early, on account of how sick you feel beforehand. You’d been mulling over all your options- technically you didn’t have to take the hormone enhancers- there were plenty of groups that advocated for natural presentation, so you could just pretend you were against them, right? But you didn’t want to take the chance of presenting somewhere other than at home… There were numerous cases of kids presenting and someone “losing control” around them. The only thing worse than being an Omega was being a claimed one.

At around 13-14 years old, all students are expected to present. However, when the popularity of public school grew, and presentation, heats, and ruts caused lots of absences, new hormone enhancers were developed, letting everyone, if they hadn’t already, present at the same time.

Winter break was approaching rapidly, and with every day you grew closer to presentation, the more sick you felt. No, you couldn’t handle this. How are you supposed to live as an Omega? Nobody will ever respect you again, never listen to you, never take you seriously.

You rubbed the side of your neck anxiously at the thought of such a thing… no, that definitely wasn’t an option. There’s only one answer, right?

You presented as an Omega, of course, during the worst week of your life. Heat was unbearable; a pulsing, clawing pain in your stomach, waves of it flowing through the rest of you, leaving a dull ache in its stead for days after.

You hate it at first. People look at you differently, treat you differently. People who you thought were your friends now obsessively pursue you, chasing the ideal of Alpha-Omega relationships. It’s exhausting, but you learn to live with it.

One thing you refuse to put up with, however, is Apex conferences. Despite how “progressive” people may think they are nowadays, Apex studies were severely outdated. If schools had any confirmed Apex students, they often required them to attend Apex conferences, because it earned them more government funding.

When it was your turn to attend, you outright refused. You had already lost control of your life after presenting, and this was the last thing you felt like you had control over. Apex conferences helped people find their “soulmates,” and you weren’t going to stand for it. You’d rather die than have some stupid soulmate, you decided.

You joined the school newspaper when you entered highschool, constantly writing articles about Omega oppression, gender roles, and outdated laws and studies in both regards. Your feud with your school was never ending, constantly trying to have you removed, and the letters to the editors rarely ever had a nice word in them. But this was your little piece, you told yourself- if you did nothing else, at least you could do this.

By your senior year, you had gotten used to your life as an Omega, and earned yourself quite a reputation amongst your peers. Your school counselor swore that you were suffering from ‘Faux Alpha Syndrome,’ and you kindly referred him to one of your articles. You had applied to journalism school, created your portfolio, and had saved up enough from your various jobs that you finally felt in control- you were finally happy with your life.

That fall, on a surprisingly warm day, is when everything went downhill.

“Can we go to the store before you get settled?” You ask your mother when she gets home from work, watching as she takes a seat at the kitchen table and lights a cigarette.

“I suppose… what for?”

“M’ outta shampoo, and we need milk, too,” you replied, taking your own seat across from you. One of your cats meows at you from the floor.

“And we need some snacks,” your mother smiles at you. It wasn’t often that she agreed to go, often too tired from work to go anywhere. You need more than a few things, but you don’t mention it- you’re short on money at the moment, so only the essentials will do.

A cigarette and a few minutes later, you’re getting ready to leave. You’d been to this store a million times over the years, walked down every aisle, knew where to find anything you needed. It was a familiar place, a normal day.

You left your collar at home- you usually wore it when you went out, just in case of any creeps, but you left it this time. If something was going to happen there, it would’ve happened already, right?

There’s an overwhelming sensation of calm when the teeth sink through your flesh, almost painlessly, pressing into such a small but crucial part of your being and marking you forever, claiming you. That’s why they call them claiming bonds, I suppose; they’re mostly self explanatory.

You’ve taken the state mandated health classes, read all the blog posts that come across your feed and just generally had a good idea of what goes on with you body, but the feeling of being claimed is really something that can’t be described. Once the smell hits you, and the hormones in your body take over, all you feel is that want, need to have your mate. You figured you’d at least have the dignity and self control to fight it a little, to be able to stop yourself for even a second and think that you don’t really want this, but you learned quickly that it was never an option. There was no terror until the initial rush was gone, replaced with the senses you had lost in the moment and it all crashes down in a wave of realization and regret.

You had spent almost your entire life avoiding this moment, fighting against every law mandated apex program, moving schools to avoid the classes that point you out, make it known that you already have no choice, that you’re already claimed. When people know, they don’t give you a chance. You can’t choose people to be with because it’s already been chosen for you by some fucked up god who can’t seem to stop ruining your life.

Once you regain control of your body, the only thing you can bring yourself to do is scream. It rips through your throat, breaking at the edges and echoing through the aisles- your worst nightmare has been realized, and you can’t do anything to stop it. Your destiny is in motion.

You’re vaguely aware of the commotion around you. Your mother tries and fails to pull you up to your feet, her voice ringing in your ears. Someone has pulled the man, your mate, off of you, and you almost think you see the stranger throw a punch. You feel like laughing at that, but instead of a chuckle, another cry bubbles up in your throat and now you can feel again. Tears streaming down your cheeks, the wetness of blood and spit against your neck, and the low, warm thrumming underneath it all.

Someone is on the phone with the police; you can hear them assessing the situation. ‘Some omega has been forcibly claimed,’ you hear them say. It’s a nice thought, really, but if they knew you were Apex, they wouldn’t come.

“(y/n), you need to get off your ass right now.” Your mother yells, and you're suddenly pulled out of the liminal space you were stuck in. You can finally, really see your mate.

He’s not bad looking, at the very least. He’s taller than you by quite a bit, with messy, ashy blonde hair and blown out pupils. He’s dressed nicely, and you can see a dot of your blood on his button up.

You let your mom pull you up by the arm and hurry you out of the store, back to the car and home. She offers to take you to the hospital, but what good would that do you know? They can’t fix what’s been done, and they certainly wouldn’t want to once they knew what you were.

“I guess we’re not getting shampoo, then?”

Omegas get the shit end of the stick; always have and always will. You know this, deep down, that you’ll never be truly equal, not with how society builds these layers of oppression. Beta handlers from omega mating companies systematically oppress you, alphas in the law enforcement to send you a snarl or bark a command when you step out of line. Every turn an omega makes, they’re reminded that they’re an omega, that there’s no escape from the reality that we’re beneath everyone else.

It always comes down to the hormones; if you act like a perfect little omega, always listening and perfectly content to pop out pups by the age of sixteen, society sends you on your way with a pat on the back and a smiley sticker for good measures, but if you growl and snarl just like the big dogs, bare your teeth and fight back, your brain is fucked up and you need pills to calm you down, to turn you back into the best omega you can be.

It’s all you can think about, laying in your room for days and covering every mirror in the house, lest you catch a glimpse of that god awful thing on your neck.

It aches constantly, pulsing with heat and leaving you dizzy. Apex Omegas need a lot of attention from their mates because of this- they rely on those hormones once they’re exposed to them. You remind yourself every day that it's all just hormones- your hormones are compatible, so that’s why you reacted that way. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about him, right?

It's another few days before a knock comes at the door, a rainy Monday that you spend laying in bed, trying to distract yourself with video games you’ve already played. Your mother is working, so you’re home alone. She stayed with you for the first few days, petting your hair as you cried, making you food that you didn’t have the stomach to eat, but she had to go back to work- you were already short on money before her time off.

You hurry downstairs to open the door as your dog barks; normally you wouldn’t answer, but you were instructed to watch for the gas company to make sure they don’t come and shut you off.

“I’m coming!” you tell as you bound down the stairs and to the door, pulling it open swifty. The person on the other side of the door, however, is not the gas company.

It’s your soulmate.

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sodadrabbles · 4 years ago

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hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth.

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

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The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine.

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back.

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team.

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

#mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #request #anon #cc!ranboo x reader #cc!ranboo x you #cc!ranboo x y/n

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years ago

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REQUEST: Before I ask can I just say HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SJSGSGWJIWND THIS IS THE BEST HAIKYUU BLOG IVE EVER SEEN 💕💕ok but can I request tsukki and oikawa where whenever they’re around their s/o they get all lovey dovey and the team sees it for the first time and freaks out (probably teases them) and s/o gets really red? Sorry it’s so long I just love this-💕🥺

A/N: Thank you soo much anon!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :DD Also. RAS in Bandori. I’m gonna go “DAKARA LONELY LONELY” for a week.

A (Not-So) Secret Rendezvous w/ Tsukishima and Oikawa

warnings: none

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei was a reserved man. A man without frills or laces. A man who doesn’t mince his words. A simple man who was a bit more of a piece of work than other first years. And that was what people fathomed out of him—

Until this.

“Crouch down, Ryuu, I want to see!”

Scuffling behind him, Karasuno’s libero craned his neck over the curve of the stucco walls. Nishinoya squinted at the private spectacle then gasped theatrically.

Standing too closely together to be modest were the seemingly pensive Tsukishima and you. Someone cute who either had the confidence or the lack of distaste to be holding his hands with a buddy-buddy swing. But you were smiling, and he was smiling, and that itself was like the world had suddenly decided to do a handstand.

“Kei-kun, are you sure it’s fine to be holding hands here? You only ever want to get close to me when we’re far away from school,” you muttered.

Kei-kun! the nickname etched itself into the second years’ beings. Did this brute put mind tricks on you or something? Tanaka felt veins popping out from his knuckles—what the hell did you see in this bespectacled jerk?! Aside from his annoyingly handsome face, once Tsukishima opened his mouth, everything was over.

Shaking his head, the man in question pulled the tips of your fingers towards his lips, gently kissing them. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you for so long. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

You gave him a toothy smile, enough to make the hearts of both your lover and your spectators melt. “‘Don’t mind’! That’s what you say in volleyball, right? As long as we can spend some time together like this once in a while, then I’m happy.”

Your boyfriend thought that it was plain luck that you were in school. If it were any place else... away from the prying eyes of his seniors and his clubmates, then who could tell how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back from you? Hiding his obvious blush behind the back of his hands, the quiet middle blocker looked away.

“Geez, you should be careful what you say to me, you know,” he murmured.

Meanwhile, you still hadn’t realized that your audience had multiplied. From the two zestful second-years who’d been passing by, to the two third years Asahi and Sugawara who’d gone out of their way to look for their juniors.

“Ehh... Tsukishima, that’s so cute,” Sugawara cooed, pressing down on Tanaka’s shaved head for leverage. “It’s like a panel from a shoujo manga.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “That’s gross...”

“Oi, Hinata, dumbass! You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Hey, you two... don’t fight, okay? W-whoa—!”

“Aaah?!”

Losing their footing altogether, the boys of the Karasuno Volleyball Club came tumbling on top of each other like dominos. Groaning at the weight of the ace’s leg on his stomach, Tanaka turned as white as a sheet at the pair of demonic eyes that met his.

“How much did you see.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and when faced with someone who looked like he was about to eat you, Tanaka could only squeak a small “everything”.

You were beyond abashed. Rooted to the spot, you could only soak in the sight of your not-so-secret boyfriend boring holes through his clubmates with his steely gaze. But oh God, if you didn’t stop him, who knew what would happen to those poor souls—and he was just getting a little more motivated about the club too!

“I-It’s okay! If they keep this a secret, it’ll be fine, r-right?” you interrupted, getting redder with every word.

“Y/N, it’s not that,” Tsukishima griped. “They’ll only bug me about it me afterwards.”

It was your turn to squeak. Suddenly, just as the tall first year was about to coerce his clubmates into a knelt apology, a loud voice boomed from within the empty gymnasium.

“Hey! Where is everyone?! Get back here and practice!”

Tanaka, mid-way into pressing his forehead onto the ground, sighed. Thank you, Daichi-san...

Oikawa Tooru

Being in a relationship was hard work. Being in a relationship with the Oikawa Tooru was... an effort you had to double in with your tight schedule. That meant having to answer questions from his admirers about what color of underwear he was wearing today, eating the foods he didn’t like and making sure he didn’t stay up late before an important match or exam.

Today, it was bringing him the Classic Literature homework he’d forgotten to pick up from your teacher. And for the fifth time of the day, you wondered if you were his lover or a nagging parent.

“Excuse me,” you knocked on the open doors of the gymnasium. “Is Oikawa here?”

A ball tucked under his arm, the vice-captain approached you. Tall. Were all the members of the Volleyball Club so insanely collosal? “Yo, L/N-san. Oikawa’s out to refill his bottle, he’ll be back in a while.”

“In that case, Iwaizumi-san, could you give these to him? I need to—”

“Y/N-chaaan!”

Whipping your head towards the direction of your boyfriend, you weren’t given a moment to spare as a pair lean arms swaddled you into warmth. Oikawa was already burrowing himself on the crown of your hair, smiling at the scent that weaved through his nostrils.

“Did you come to see me practice, Y/N-chan?” he giggled, spinning you around by your waist. “Aah, that makes me so happy to hear that...”

“O-Oikawa, let me go! I have Cleaning Duty to get back to!” you grappled for air, a twinge of freedom. But this stubborn mule of your boyfriend wasn’t called a service ace for nothing.

“C’moon... Let me kiss you, alright? You look really cute today~”

You almost forgot about Iwaizumi who was tugging on the back of Oikawa’s collar, which was proving to be just as fruitless as the saying goes. “Oi, Shittykawa! You’re gonna get reported for sexual harrasment!”

They’re watching. It just had to be your pure luck that fate bound you to this shameless exhibitionist. The warmth from Oikawa’s embrace added to the searing gazes of his teammates turned to a scorching heat that burst into red on your face.

There was only one way out of this vice-like grip, and you would rather eat cement than say it. But if it meant escaping from the unneeded attention from the public, then there was no other way. I want to crawl into a hole and die, you sighed.

“...T-Tooru...” you murmured into his chest, feeling Oikawa’s clutches go slack. “Tooru, just take your homework and let me go back to my duties, please? Tooru-chan~?”

Stifling their laughter, Matsukawa and Hanamaki who’d been watching the entire debacle go down into flames were now coughing in an adamant attempts to hide their shock.

Finally setting you down on your feet, Oikawa muttered lowly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “... Again.”

“H-huh?”

“‘Tooru-chan’! Please say that again one more time! That’ll be enough to keep me going for weeks!”

Slamming the papers into his chest, you scrambled out of the gym, blushing madly. “Oikawa, you pervert! I’m leaving!”

Ogling the lovestruck captain who was being mangled like a limp rag by Iwaizumi, Kindaichi put his fingers under his chin in a faux expression of deep thought. Kunimi, who was already considering bleaching his eyes after what he’d seen, perked up at his teammate’s low hum.

“Kindaichi, you okay?”

“Kunimi...” he said, digging the heel of his palm into his hips, “Do you think I’ll get myself someone as cute as L/N-senpai one day?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Shallot Head.”

“Kunimi!”

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mxpseudonym · 4 years ago

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Just Good Business III

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, “wife”

Summary: Reminding Tommy that he didn’t marry a fool was the greatest thing to happen to your bedroom.

Length: 1650 words (allegedly)

Warnings: 18+, sex, hints of rough sex, cursing, and as usual, underlying tones of forced/arranged marriage

A/N: There’s a forehead kiss and a sprinkling of Dom!Tommy in here for your patience! I am pretty sure I’m going to have this be a total of five parts. Part IV may not come right away because I’m in the middle of a WIP though.

Part I | Part II | Part IV

Reminding Tommy that he hadn't married a fool set several things in motion. First and foremost, you and Polly managed to successfully persuade your husband into conducting family business, not that it was hard. You knew London quite well, and one glance at the Eden Club's books had you asking Arthur if he could count to ten. Much of the above-board dealings in London were now your responsibility- properties, charities, and a social life that allowed you to see your friends more often.

Unfortunately, this meant regularly making the trip to Birmingham for the family meetings you'd been avoiding. It wasn't so much the meetings as it was Birmingham itself. One has no great hopes of Birmingham, as they say. However, there was a significant consolation that made it all worth it.

Tommy Shelby, in action, turned you on.

Actually, it was one of many things about Tommy that turned you on. With Tommy's guilt out of the way, you saw him around the house more. He came to bed, albeit late, nearly every night, and you got at least two breakfasts out of him a week. Along with finding that Tommy was much funnier than he let on when he wasn't talking about work, you also noticed that you had much in common. Tommy was as stubborn and prideful as you were. After six months, you still credited happenings between you with a desire to conduct good business- and business was excellent. Stubbornness, pride, your appetite for adventure, and Tommy's addiction to risk resulted in one shameless, exciting sex life.

You'd had partners before. Why deny yourself the world's physical pleasures? But while none could keep up with your desire to find and push boundaries, Tommy had mastered it. You thought you'd have to ease him into it, but it really just took you asking, "What are you going to do, Thomas? Spank me?" while bickering to get you on the same page.

Not that Tommy wasn't enjoying himself as well. He'd met his match in his back talking, neck biting, hair pulling new wife he could hardly bring himself to say no to. What was coming to work late more often or your hands down his trousers while driving the Bentley in the grand scheme of things?

So at the Birmingham family meetings, there was something about the way he was no-nonsense when he firmly told you where to sit and give updates when asked. If you were both being honest, while you loved taking orders from Tommy in the bedroom sometimes, you were on the fast track to giving them too. For now, you watched with thighs pressed together, and bottom lip pulled between teeth as he commanded the room.

After Arthur wrapped up the meeting, you'd meant to mingle with your sister in law, but were quickly distracted. Ada didn't need to follow your gaze to know what was stopping you from listening to a word she said.

"Good god, stop staring at my brother like that," Ada pleaded. You looked at her only long enough to say,

"I almost wish I could say I was sorry." You had just caught Tommy's eye and smiled. "He can be quite good looking."

"Ugh, okay, he's coming over here. I'm going to find Finn," Ada scoffed, then all but ran away only to have Tommy replace her.

"Can I help you?" he asked, amusement evident in his voice. You chuckled and looked up at him.

"You're already spoiling me, Mr. Shelby. What more could I ask for?"

"I'm sure you have a list," Tommy said. You plucked his cigarette from between his fingers and took a pull.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Should I make you beg for it?"

"I don't beg," you said, defiant as ever. Tommy rolled his eyes but moved closer. You could feel the warmth of his wool suit, and it matched the heat that was rising to your cheeks.

"Then what do you call what you were doing the other day in my office?" Tommy asked. You thought for a moment then smirked.

"Minding my manners. Please and thank you, Sir," you said, making him laugh.

"Oi, stop flirting on come on," John yelled in partial disgust from where the family was gathering near the door.

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming," you shooed him. You gave Tommy a knowing look as you grabbed your bag to join the group at the Garrison.

"Gonna tell me not to get any ideas?" He asked.

"Of course not. Get as many ideas as you can from here to that pub." You pointed a stern finger at him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Tommy had long given up trying to get a grasp on what to expect from you.

"God only knows what's going on up there," he'd say while tapping your temple.

But nothing surprised him more than your absolute willingness to have him any time, anywhere.

"Skirts hike up for a reason, Thomas," You once told him in the stables. Tommy had yet to find a good enough argument against that, so here you were, shushing him through breathy laughs as he almost tumbled into you.

It was a busy night at the Garrison, and it wasn't hard to leave your group to find the back room. Now you were pressed up against a shelf that wasn't nearly sturdy enough. Tommy's pants were unbuckled in a hasty moment, and your knickers were pulled aside, and you were both stifling your moans.

"Oh god, fuck, Tommy, how do you always feel so good?" You asked, your grip already in his hair. He groaned at the question and thrust deeper.

"You're the one always warm and wet for me, aren't you?" He squeezed the flesh of your bottom, making you moan. He quickly relocated you further into the dark and onto a crate. "Such a naughty little thing I've got on my hands."

"Just the way you like it." You bit his ear as you played with fire. His thrusts got hard and deep, earning more high pitched moans from you until he pressed a hand over your mouth. He kept his grip firm, just how you liked and spoke in your ear.

"I'm giving you what you asked for with all of these people just out there. Do you want them to hear you?" He leaned back to see you nod. Of course, you did. Tommy shook his head as he chuckled. By the sound of your yearning moan, he just knew you were pouting beneath his palm.

"I know love, but when we get home, you can be as loud as you want. You can let the maids hear you, what was it? Minding your manners for me. How's that sound?" You accepted his counteroffer with a nod and was rewarded with Tommy moving his hand. He relished in the smeared lipstick that was now on your chin before adjusting his grip on you.

"Now, be good, and stay quiet for me."

Tommy had to give you credit for carrying out your version of quiet. You forfeited your usual words of encouragement and panted hotly in his ears, a whimper or moan periodically coming forth.

"Tom," You pleaded his name under your breath. His grip tightened around your waist, and you knew it would bruise, which only shoved you that much closer to the edge.

"That's a good girl," he praised you, knowing what it did to you. In this case, it made your thighs tighten around him. "So good, you can tell me where you want it. Should I make you walk around with me all over your face?"

He felt you shiver and swallow a moan that came out like a sob. His thumb reached between them, and it only took a few circles of your clit to send you over.

"Oh fuck," You bucked against him as you came. Tommy's eyes squeezed close while you kissed his neck. It was truly incredible, you had to admit. You knew he was close and you had to decide. "In me."

"In you?" He repeated, not fully registering anything as he got closer.

"I want you in me, Tom. Please," you said again. You kissed him, then pulled back to look in his eyes. "I'm begging you."

You loved watching him come undone. Even in the low light, you took in his parted lips, creased brow, and flushed cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours for a moment before you pulled away and began putting yourselves back together.

"I'm excited to go home if you keep your word," you said, leaning against the crate while Tommy pulled out a cigarette.

You quietly smoked and thought about how strange this was. Before it was sprung on you, being married was something you hadn't expected anytime soon. Being married to someone you actually enjoyed was a fate every woman you knew hoped for but knew not to anticipate. And here you were with both a marriage and an enjoyable husband.

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked, tossing away his cigarette. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, but you caught it and observed the silver band around his finger instead, running your thumb over the metal.

"Do you like this?" Your eyes lifted to meet his. "The ring?"

The ring, the marriage, what was the difference? He smirked then turned his hand, interlacing your fingers.

"So much that I think there must have been a mix up of fortune. A better man should have it, maybe." He said, then kissed your forehead and started towards the door. "Come now, I think I'll let you walk around with me dripping out of you for at least a half-hour."

"I may just have to give you a proper thank you on the ride home then, Sir."

Tommy expertly ignored questions about his whereabouts from his brothers and knowing looks from his sister, all while holding your hand. You smiled to yourself and thought,

I have a crush on you, Tommy Shelby.

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emeritiii · 2 years ago

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Oh definitely do all the asks!

THANK YOU this has been a most adequate distraction

>1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

i. Jobs Where They Don't Know Our Names by Raymond and Maria

ii. Out of Time by The Modern Era

iii. Culling of the Fold by The Decemberists

iv. Usher, Pt. 2 from Ghost Quartet

v. Literal Actual Caramelldansen

vi. Self Destruct by Pegboard Nerds

>2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Egocentric answer, but I would want to meet myself as if we were strangers and see how I come across out in the world

>3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

Oh god it's a notebook okay. "That was what she did for Coda, at least, although they manage to bunny-hop over that particular bar by virtue of not committing serial homicide." (Cutting into line eighteen slightly for the sake of finishing the sentence)

>4) What do you think about most?

Whatever my current special interest is. Right now it's my and @generiqwriter 's ridiculously complex Dead by Daylight multiverse, and also the hellcomic

>5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Oh yes

>6) Do you have any strange phobias?

I don't think so? My only real genuine phobia is maybe my inability to make phone calls, but that's pretty standard for someone with severe anxiety. Extremely large shapes like unbroken cloud fronts or the sun in the browser game I played as a kid make my chest feel tight, and if something moves in a way it isn't supposed to you won't find me in that room anymore, but those both feel like pretty typical human-instinct neuroses as well.

>7) What’s your religion?

Atheist and areligious

>8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Wandering around my apartment complex. Or around the park or the mountains. Wandering in general.

>9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

The Modern Era (specific recommendations: Like a Hot Knife, Holiday)

>10) What was the last lie you told?

I told my kittens I would give them a treat, And Then I Didn't (they will both have one a little later—it was just too close to breakfast at the time)

>11) Do you believe in karma?

Not in the fate or spirituality sense, but in terms of probability and the way fucking people over informs how you fit into the world around you, something that feels like karmic backlash is bound to come up eventually, and if it compels a person to rethink how they conduct themself, that's neat

>12) What does your URL mean?

It's a Southern Reach trilogy reference (if you know you know) packaged in a Homestuck reference that was, believe it or not, unintentional at the time

>13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I'm super avoidant and tend to come off as noncommittal or uncaring/insincere, but my online orders always arrive early and I think that really makes up for everything.

>14) Who is your celebrity crush?

Don't have one!

>15) How do you vent your anger?

Generally I don't, but when I do, I turn up my music as loud as I can tolerate

>16) Do you have a collection of anything?

I had an hourglass collection and a bone collection that probably still exist but didn't come with me when I moved out by myself. It's probably fair to say that I collect notebooks and pens. And soft things, although I've tried to tone down the plushie hoarding

>17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Not yet, but he's a work-in-progress.

>18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Right now my favorite sounds are the squeaky trill one of my kittens makes when she wants attention and the specific way my girlfriend laughs when I catch her off-guard with a joke. Whistling is probably my least favorite

>19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I packed a duffel bag and the cats and just drove out to Missouri right now?

>20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I teased a similar idea in a character ask meme earlier this month, but I believe that when something traumatic happens in a specific place, it becomes an inextricable part of that place, so it's haunted in a way. Ghosts are real and they're rattling around my empty skull as we speak. And yes I think there's something alive out there somewhere—microorganisms, at the very least

>21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Punched the wall real hard with my right hand 👍 touched my knee with the left because I'm too pretty to sit in a chair the way god intended

>22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Coffee and pre-autumn desert wind

>23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

(TW for gore and dead animals) At work we have what we call the Devil's Room, which is a steel vault with a twenty-foot ceiling and half a dozen garbage bins full of severed animal heads. There's usually a pile of horses or cows on the floor and every square inch of it is covered in blood. Every time I go down there I'm just waiting for someone to slam the giant door shut behind me and tell me they want to play a game. It's not for everybody

>24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

I honestly couldn't tell you

>25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

I think everyone needs to find their own meaning. Existence is too complicated too attach one universal purpose to it

>26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do, and I like driving a lot, actually. The only wreck I've ever been in was when a deer jumped in front of me on a rural highway at three in the morning, and I kept driving

>27) What was the last movie you saw?

Damn that's a great question. I think it was Turning Red?

>28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

You can tell I've never really had any serious injuries because the worst incident that comes to mind is the time I half-fainted and sprained my thumb

>29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

Yes (send help)

>30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Definitely.

>31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yes, although I'm not especially vindictive. It just sours my interactions with someone if I can't get over it

>32) What is your astrological sign?

Scories I'm a Scorpio, and I have the full chart Max made for me somewhere

>33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

Groceries and housekeeping stuff. The kid helping bag groceries asked if I was doing a TikTok challenge because I was buying Tide pods

>34) Love or lust?

Love, but I'm aspec and my personal subjective experience of both things is important to me, so take my opinion with a grain of salt and chase what drives you

>35) In a relationship?

Yes, and we h*ld h*nds and play League of Legends together, so you know it's serious

>36) How many relationships have you had?

Six, one of which was like a boss fight with three phases (this is a joke it was my first relationship and I had no idea how to do literally anything)

>37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

If I told you, you'd have to kill me

>38) Where is your best friend?

Too far away < 3

>39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Trying to fall asleep, looking at stimboards

>40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Holy shit no. I have a coworker-you-are-forced-to-tolerate relationship with myself

>41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Grab the dog. If my job stability is already that tenuous, I'd probably just call in my resignation mid-rescue

>42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would tell my girlfriend as soon as possible and then plan to tell everyone else who needed to know but fail to actually do it until way too close to the deadline; b) Try to continue with business as usual while preparing all the necessary legal shit on the side; c) I don't think so, but I've never been faced with something like that, so I can't say for sure

>43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Weird Al Yankovic's Polka Face

>44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Communicate And Set Expectations For The Love Of Gourd

>45) How can I win your heart?

Survive the crucible of me rambling for four hours straight.

>46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I think it's more that creativity is a valuable outlet and coping source. If you're in pain or the way you experience the world is crucially different than the way everyone around you does, it's going to translate in a hundred unique ways. I also think we should be careful about romanticizing it, but that's a whole other thing I'm not qualified to stand on a soapbox about

>47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Joining that weird little Doctor Who roleplay group even though I wasn't really into Doctor Who anymore

>48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don't know exactly, but I want there to be a really egregious typo somewhere on it

>49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

Heart Aspect, followed by that post with the inaccurate anatomical diagram that was floating around my dash recently

>50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

Storm cloud grey, hot pink, maroon

>51) What is your current desktop picture?

A doodle of a secretary bird I drew for a silly little two-frame GIF

>52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

I'd put it to a vote among people whose opinions I care deeply about

>53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

I spent fifteen minutes thinking about this one and don't have a good answer (or a joke answer)

>54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Transferrable shapeshifting, so I can lend the ability to someone else for a bit

>55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

For a moment I definitely thought this was asking me to choose an event to condense down into a thirty-minute period. Honestly, I would choose a nice dream or a good meal—something minor because I wouldn't want to ruin the memory by revisiting the moment

>56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I'm actually reading a book about this— (I don't know, though. All of my worst experiences have involved many other people in such a way that I don't necessarily want to make that decision, whether or not it would be erased for them as well)

>57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Nah sorry m8 I'm good

>58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

G...girlfriend

>59) Ever been on a plane?

I've done lots of flying!

>60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

Yall I'm sorry but my permanent address is under a rock

#tried to format this in a semi-readable way but tumblr doesn't like accessibility #seriously though thank you i've got the rambling out of my system now

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blueskrugs · 5 years ago

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Four Times Fate Brought You to Vince Dunn, and One Time You Found Him on Purpose

I wrote this simultaneously with another Vince 4+1 (coming tomorrow, hopefully!) and yelled to @captainpetty and Erin about them constantly. Sorry guys.

length: 3k words

An Accident You met Vince Dunn for the first time in an emergency room in St. Louis. Normally you worked the pediatric floor, and not on the night shift, but sometimes you floated to the general emergency room for an extra shift because, well, money is money.

You liked pediatrics because dealing with kids was far easier than adults, in your opinion, even when parents could sometimes be just as difficult as a screaming toddler. But at least screaming toddlers could be calmed down with the promise of a sticker or a lollipop.

“Hey, can you pick up the new guy that just came in?” one of the other nurses asked as she breezed past you to handle one of her patients. “I think they said something about him being important around here.”

“Being important” meant that, when you pulled the curtain back to face your newest patient, you came face-to-face with a very drunk Vince Dunn and a significantly less drunk Colton Parayko. You simply raised an eyebrow and moved over to the computer to start charting.

“I’m not really sure I want to know what happened here, but I think I have to ask,” you said, trying to ignore the fact that you were pretty sure Vince was whispering to Colton about you.

“Is there any way, like, our training staff-”

“And Petro!”

“God, yeah, and Petro, won’t find out about this? Because I wasn’t supposed to let anything happen to him, and we have a game tomorrow,” Colton finished.

That really didn’t answer your question, and you weren’t sure how anything that brought the two of them into an ER after midnight was going to be easily hidden for a game the next night. You turned then, properly looked at the boys, took in Vince sitting on the bed with his feet swinging above the ground like a child. His shirt was a little wet with what was probably beer, and, when you looked closer, blood. His left hand was wrapped in a bar rag–that you really hoped had been clean when they got it–that was definitely blood-stained.

Colton explained to you, as you started an IV in Vince’s right arm and cleaned the gash in his palm that would definitely need stitches, that they had gone out in spite of their captain telling them it was a bad idea. Vince had had one beer too many and had ended up on a table, then fell off the table, catching his fall on someone’s pint of beer. By the way Vince winced when you moved his hand around to clean it, you were pretty sure his wrist sprained, too.

You hovered a bit as one of the ER doctors came in and checked out Vince’s hand and wrist. Vince was quiet, but you could feel him watching you as you fidgeted around the small room. By the time everything was ready for him to be sent home, he was definitely more sober himself, but that also meant he was lucid enough to be embarrassed about how he ended up in the ER. You watched as Colton led him out of the ER and to a waiting Uber, and you wondered just how the hell they were planning on hiding his hand from everyone the next day.

At a Bar The second time you met Vince Dunn was, somewhat ironically, in a bar. You had seen him as soon as you walked in, laughing with some of his teammates in the corner, but you diligently ignored him as you headed to the bar with your friend to get a drink. Why would he remember some random ER nurse from over a month ago, when he had been drunk? You shook your head, determined to ignore the loud hockey boys in the corner and have a good night yourself.

You had been at the bar almost an hour and had done a pretty good job of ignoring and avoiding the hockey players in the corner. You headed over to the bar for a second drink, when you felt a hand press against your lower back. You tensed, twisting around as much as you could in the crowded bar to see who was behind you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” Vince said, but he didn’t move his hand. He raised his left hand to get the attention of the bartender, and you saw the flash of a still-healing scar on his palm, pink even in the dim light of the bar. “You were that nurse from the ER, yeah? I never thanked you for taking care of my drunk ass that night.” He smiled, then, wide and genuine, hand still warm against the small of your back, and you relaxed a little bit.

You were surprised that he recognized you. You’d heard stories of the younger players on the Blues wheeling multiple girls at once; you vaguely wondered how they kept track of them, much less a nobody nurse he’d met once.

You didn’t say that, though, just smiled back at him as the bartender slid two beers in front of you. You reached into your pocket to pay but Vince grabbed your wrist.

“Nah, this one’s on me. Said I had to thank you, didn’t I?” he told you. You tried not to think about how green his eyes were up close.

You shook yourself again; you didn’t need this. You didn’t need this. Besides, how many more times could you run into Vince Dunn?

In Enemy Territory It was in Pittsburgh, of all places, when you saw Vince Dunn again. One of your brothers had moved out there for work, and you were visiting him for a week, helping out with babysitting his kids, hanging with your sister-in-law. You hadn’t even thought to check the Blues’ schedule; you had no idea they were on a road trip to play the Penguins.

You were standing in line at a Starbucks, your two-year-old nephew balanced on your hip, your sister-in-law still outside with the other kids. You heard the door open behind you, and a loud group came in, but now you were focused on ordering before the toddler you were carrying decided he got bored and threw a tantrum. You were struggling to reach your card one handed when someone else reached past you.

“Add it to ours,” the voice belonging to the arm said. You spun, only to see Colton Parayko looking down at you with a smile. You looked over his shoulder to see several of his teammates shoving each other playfully in line. That would explain the loud group you’d heard come in. Colton was introducing himself to the two year old you were carrying, but you were still watching his teammates. Vince caught your eye from where he was trying to put Jordan Kyrou in a headlock and grinned, immediately letting go of Rouzy. You smiled back, a little caught off guard.

You stepped to the side as you waited. Before long, you were joined by Vince, both of you trying to ignore the catcalls from his other teammates.

“And who’s this little guy?” Vince cooed, actually ignoring you aside from a quick smile. You raised an eyebrow a little bit at his baby-voice.

Your nephew tucked his face into your neck, suddenly shy. “Oh, come on now,” you said to him. “This is Jake, he’s my brother’s youngest,” you explained to Vince. Vince continued to talk to your nephew in that same high, gentle voice, until he was giggling and chattering right back. The barista called your name, and Jake picked that moment to decide he was done being patient and started fussing, very close to crying and screaming. You couldn’t balance two drinks and two sandwiches as well as a fidgeting toddler, and you groaned.

“Here give him to me,” Vince said, reaching out to take him before you could protest. Jake settled immediately, and you glared at him a little. You could hear Vince talking to him more as you scrambled to pick up all of your order. He followed you outside, and you ignored the interested stares of the rest of the guys.

He continued to hold Jake as you handed off your sister-in-law’s half of the order, stood there to chat with her and the other kids, long after Sammy came out with Vince’s drink. He used the same voice he had used to befriend Jake on the other two kids, but he talked and laughed with you and Sarah in the next breath, even teasing her for the Pens shirt she was wearing.

You were doing your best not to think about how that voice was making you melt every time he used it. His teammates eventually dragged him away to get back to the hotel before the game, but not before Vince talked you into exchanging phone numbers.

You tried telling yourself that you were never going to use it.

In a Grocery Store You were pretty sure the universe was laughing at you at this point. Your mom had invited herself over for dinner, and you had nothing in your apartment to cook. Which meant you rushed to a grocery store on your lunch break, and you ended up at a different one than you usually went to because it was closer to work.

Why couldn’t all grocery stores be laid out the same? You were trying very hard to make it look like you weren’t turning in circles as you tried to find everything you were looking for when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out with a huff, fully expecting it to your mom again, but instead the name on your screen read, “Vince Dunn.”

You paused. It had been nearly another month since Pittsburgh, and neither one of you had texted the other one. You were (mostly) perfectly content with leaving it that way, but clearly Vince had other ideas. The screen had gone dark, but it lit up again, reminding you it was there. You read the text, the simple words “you look a little lost.” With that you spun around, and, sure enough, Vince was standing a couple feet behind you, leaning against a shelf with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t have time for this,” you said, turning back around and starting to push your cart in a direction that hopefully ended in pasta.

“Hey, wait,” Vince said, taking a couple annoyingly long steps to catch up to you and put a hand on your cart to stop you. “Lemme help. It’ll be faster. I’ve been watching you walk in circles for like ten minutes.” You blushed as he smirked again, but his eyes were soft.

You wanted so badly to just push past Vince, forget you had ever met him, and then met him again and again, delete his number from your phone, but you also knew he was right; he would probably get you out of this damned grocery store a lot faster than you could probably manage on your own, and maybe you really wanted to spend a little time with him, too.

So you sighed, handed Vince the list you had scribbled on the back of a gas receipt, and let him lead you around the grocery store. He let you rant about your mom, and then about work, only pausing to offer opinions on the food he was putting in your cart. After a while, you realized you had actually managed to get everything on your list, but now Vince was wandering aimlessly around the store, sneaking junk food into your cart. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him slip a package of cookie mix behind the box of pasta. He looked up at you as you leaned on the cart handle, sheepish now that he’d been caught.

“What?I like snickerdoodles,” he said in defense.

You shook your head and pulled the package out of the cart. “I can make better snickerdoodles from scratch, dude.” You looked closer at everything in your cart. “And I don’t like jalapeno Cheetos,” you said, throwing the bag at Vince.

“Is that a promise on the snickerdoodles?” Of course he focused on that.

“I don’t know, maybe. Now go put the damn Cheetos back.”

Vince laughed. You willed yourself to focus on getting out of the store and home to cook dinner, not just kissing Vince in the middle of the baking aisle.

“Don’t knock ‘em until you try ‘em. Thommer’s gotten the whole team addicted at this point,” Vince told you over his shoulder as he went to put the Cheetos back from wherever he found them. You turned around and headed back in what you thought was the direction of checkout. Vince found you again as you stood in line. You had honestly thought the whole Cheetos thing would be the end of this interaction with him, but apparently not.

“Don’t you have your own grocery shopping to do?” you asked, realizing just how much time Vince had spent with you in the store. “Instead of helping some random girl?” you added, allowing the insecurity you were suddenly feeling slip into your voice.

Vince started putting your groceries on the conveyor belt. “Nah, Sammy just wanted some snacks, and he can wait.”

You let Vince load the rest of your stuff onto the belt, you didn’t let him pay–though he fought you on that one for several minutes–and you let him walk with you to your car and put all of your groceries in the trunk.

You were halfway home before you thought to wonder if he actually went back and got snacks for Sammy.

At a Hockey Game When your best friend texted you and asked if you wanted to go to a Blues game with her, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You had grown up a hockey fan, had found Hannah in high school, and there you two were, years later, still yelling about the Blues over texts and phone calls and in person. Your eagerness had absolutely nothing to do with Vince Dunn.

You also didn’t hesitate to snap a picture of your ticket and send it to Vince after Hannah handed it to you. You didn’t really think he’d see it so close to puck drop, but you still regretted it as soon as the tiny little “sent” appeared underneath the picture.

The game was exciting, and the Blues won, which helped distract you from the anxiety you were feeling over Vince. Mostly. Until he scored a goal, and his eyes swept the sea of blue in Enterprise Center, and, for a split second, you let yourself think he was looking for you.

Until after the game, when you and Hannah were getting up to leave, and an usher appeared next to you, saying your name and telling you to follow her. Getting down below the arena was a blur of people and security, being given neon wristbands and convincing people that, “Yes, I was invited down here by a player, I belong down here,” even if you didn’t really believe that second part was true.

You both hovered awkwardly in the doorway to the room where all of the WAGs and kids were waiting, and suddenly you regretted wearing your Parayko jersey just a little bit. You were thankful to have your friend next to you, though, and you explained the whole grocery store thing to her while you waited. You were starting to debate leaving, telling everyone that, yeah, actually, letting you down into the tunnels was a mistake, that you have no business being there, when you’re wrapped up in a hug suddenly, and there’s Vince, freshly-showered and back in his suit– and this is new, but it’s nice and you let yourself relax into the hug.

Vince pulled back, and he was smiling at you and introducing himself to Hannah, and Colton was standing behind him with a matching smile. You remembered the 55 sprawled across your back, and you knew Colton saw it, but then he was wrapping his arm around your shoulder and didn’t say anything about it.

You weren’t so lucky with Vince. “I’ve gotta get you a new jersey,” he said. You just rolled your eyes and shrugged.

“I’ll sign that one for you,” Colton whispered.

Vince and Colton started arguing over that, and you were starting to think that this is something you could get used to, since this was apparently your new normal, when Alex Pietrangelo comes over to your little group, and you were reminded a little just how not normal this was for you.

“Is this the nurse Dunner won’t shut up about?” Petro asked Colton, who nodded over your head. “You really freaked him out when you texted him before the game,” Petro was talking again, this time to you. “We thought he was gonna go out into the stands to find you himself.”

You laughed, more at the bright blush that was spreading over Vince’s cheeks. “What happened to ‘Petro can’t find out about this?’” you asked.

“That went out the window pretty fast,” Colton told you.

“And I don’t know how you ever thought you could hide eight stitches in your hand and a sprained wrist from me,” Petro added.

“You should have heard him after we saw you in Pittsburgh. He kept looking for you at the game that night, too.”

You smiled up at Vince, who was blushing all the way up his ears now, but he just wrapped his arm around your shoulders and buried his face in your hair. Yeah, you could definitely get used to that. You elbowed him in the ribs a little bit, but his arm just tightened around your shoulders.

He and Colton walked you and Hannah back to your car outside the arena, Colton chirping Vince relentlessly the whole way.

Vince grabbed your hand before you could get in your car. “I’ll text you, yeah?” He looked unsure, which was probably the first time you’d ever seen him nervous around you. “Sammy won’t stop asking me when you’re baking us cookies.”

“I don’t remember saying anything about baking Sammy Blais cookies,” you laughed. “Text me when your next day off is, and we’ll see about those cookies.” And then, because apparently you couldn’t stop doing impulsive things tonight, you pushed up on your toes to kiss Vince on the cheek before climbing into the car.

Your phone vibrated in your cupholder less than five minutes later, and you knew without checking that it was Vince.

#cait writes things #vince dunn #vince dunn fic #vince dunn imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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domjaehyun · 3 years ago

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recently got into nct, the dreamies to be exact n im very much obsessed with them! idk why but i always thought they were younger than me so i always avoided them (maybe bc i first heard abt them during their chewing gum era?) but anyways when i found out they were my age i think i had both a breakdown n my soul ascended. ive never been more obsessed with a group than now. jaemin n jeno my love GOD i wont them. i have two hands and i can hold both their hands yes 🤲🏻 not me being attracted to jaehyun johnny jeno and jaemin. my first name starts with a J i think this is fate yup!

(also sorry i have no friends i can blab this towards LMAO)

“i have no friends i can blab this towards” this is false 🤨 you have me 💖

no bc . i love dream so much … i rly agree sjdjjf i started stanning nct like . the second t7s came out and they were CHILDREN and i was like ah . no thank you 💖 i also just wasnt and still am not a fan of cutesy concepts djfjdkd so that has a lot to do w it bc as soon as . i think GO came out i was like oh wait . yeah …. and now i love them 😭😭😭 it happened kinda slowly but now i’m obsessed 🧍🏽‍♀️ *heavy sigh*

#answered #anon

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ask-mortarion-the-death-lord · 3 years ago

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cause ive always liked fire emblem, and cause the questions rested on my head before, the primarchs in fire emblem classes:

lion = paladin. its the most traditionally knightly class, and well the lions never really been depicted on horses or in relation to fast vehicles all that often, the paladin class is more so marked by balanced stats and a sharp increase to res so i feel confidant in giving him a mounted class like the paladin.

fulgrim = swordmaster. lightly armored very fast class, well its limited to just swords for the most part i feel that also suits fulgrims perfectionist nature since as a class its largely about perfecting that one weapon often getting special perks for doing so. plus in terms of outfits swordmasters are one of the more fashionable or exotic classes which also suits fulgrims tendency to extravagant dress.

perturabo = great knight. at first i thought general since its a very representative defensive class, heavy armour, used by enemy armies alot, best used in defensive roles, all that stuff. but on reflection great knight kinda works a bit better, since the iron warriors also notably use a lot of vehicles. this gives perturabo both high defensive properties but decent mobility like his copious tanks without being as high as say a paladin or bow knights mov to represent perts preference for terminator armour.

jaghatai = nomad trooper/bow knight. i specify nomad trooper because it better gells with the whole Mongol thing the khans got going on, but bow knight is also the more common variation of this class. regardless, its a more speed aligned mounted class capable of using swords and bows, that has the khans name all over it.

lemen = warrior. the russ is typically portrayed with axes, has a viking theme, and well hes 'uga uga barbarian' he also strives to try and be better then that. its another easy fit really, even if bows arent particularly fitting for russ but then that also does help to emphasize the sortta duality of the russ as a savage reveling in it whos also embarrassed by it to some extent.

rogal = hero. its not a defensive class like the general but it is the more defensive counterpart to the swordmaster usually, and rogals usually not shown to be wearing terminator armour. aside from that its something of a flexible class used by shady mercs and noble knights in equal measure, so it can work with both an air of practicality and luxury well.

konrad = trickster. assassin seems like the better choice since it jives more with konrad visually speaking, konrad also has psychic powers that let him see the future. thus trickster works a bit better i feel to represent that, placing him in a thief promotion well also giving him access to magic. i thought of dread fighter as well, but konrads not known for sending out warp bolts so the tricksters support magic works better for konrads future sight.

sanguinius = falcon knight. a female dominated class, ignoring that stipulation fire emblem pegasi have the unicorn thing where their atleast rumored to only accept the pure hearted as riders, and well i wouldn't call any primarch pure hearted neither are many of the pegasus knights in fire emblem so it works thematically without being a hard requirement. also, wings and a flying class thats focused on speed and has also at times had access to support magic. another obvious fit for all intents and purposes.

ferrus = blacksmith. thank god for fates giving me this out, well ferrus does wear terminator armour he also notably relies on his arms metal coating to protect that so i feel more confidant in giving him blacksmith which is a defensive class but not a heavy armour class if that makes sense. also, overlap of professions which putting aside the terminator armour stuff does make this the otherwise obvious choice for ferrus.

angron = berserker. the class is pretty much all attack and speed no defense, relying on high health to tank hits. well its usually locked to axes, angron usually uses axes to thats fine, and well its also a class mostly associated with bandits and barbarian and tribal looks its also a class that gets a lot of association with gladiators and arenas so it works in that sense as well.

roboute = hero, great lord. not totally happy with this one so im giving myself multiple outs on it. hero i feel works in a visual sense but its doubling up on rogals, well great lord works better in terms of who roboute is but its pushing roboute into the definitive protagonist class of fire emblem. settled on great lord eventually both because its the protagonist class, and because well its a class capable of defending itself their both usually not the best fighter and also need to be handled carefully or else cause a game over due to dying,

mortarion = oni savage. a defensive class specialized in using axes but which does have access to magic use. it fits in that mortarion prides himself on endurance and physical strength well shunning magic, despite having had training and education in magic himself and arguably because of who taught him. plus visually the class is designed to look intimidating and wears a mask, both vague enough applications to mortarion.

magnus = sorcerer. also called druid, dark sage, or dark bishop. i thought of maybe basara since its a class with access to physical weapons, but i decided sorcerer for two main reasons. first, magnus relies heavily on his magic over his physical fighting skills by primarch standards. second, darks magic which sorcerers specialize in have the narratively appropriate connotations in fire emblem for magnuses character. as dark magic in fe is both a dangerous dark force used by evil wizards to summon dark gods or cast curses, and a neutral force of nature that can be researched and understood like a science, used like a science to consume enemies in black holes even. it is the perfect magic to give the "its not a phase dad, its a science! -consumed by dark forces-" character in essence.

horus = general. perfect class for horus less because of its defensive properties or role as a defensive class, but more so because of what it arguably symbolizes and how horus is the primarch next to perturabo who wears the most terminator of terminator armour. namely that general is the class most frequently used by enemy bosses and commanders in fire emblem, often by one of the head honchos or a minion of said honcho. in that sense, its the perfect class to have the warmaster and arch traitor of the imperium in.

lorgar = war monk. religiously affiliated class that wields an axe, and already a perfect fit for that alone. the war monk class also has access to support magic with jives with lorgar unlocking psychic power through his studies of daemonology and the chaos gods, and also his own psychic visions. my only concern is that to access war monk regularly you have to be in the priest class beforehand [unless your a prepromote] which jives with lorgars history but is also a class locked to support magic, but for a primarch im willing to let it slide.

vulkan = wyvern lord. vulkans another character in terminator armour, but i feel wyvern lord works better. not because vulkans known for flying mind you, but more so because wyvern lords a defensive flying class, involves a a dragon, and because wyverns in fe are difficult to tame mounts but ones that are fiercely loyal and protective of their riders if said rider treats them well. which fits into vulkans friendly, by primarch standards, attitude.

corvus = assassin. well corvus also uses psychic powers to turn invisible, i felt giving trickster to konrad worked better because konrad was more active and constant in his use of psychic powers well corvus tried to avoid using his power as much as possible from what i remember. as such that left corvus with the more physically aligned thief promotion which i enjoy as a sort of 'delightful irony' since the assassin aesthetic better suits konrad.

alpharius/omegon = halberdier. feeling blessed that alpharius omegon have largely been presented as using lances cause it makes this a lot easier. well the ao twins are masters of a sneaky legion themselves, importantly the alpha legion favours infiltration and disguise over sneaking about. and what better disguise then as the promotion of the most generic of classes the soldier class. its a lance locked class, but i feel thats a good enough trade off for the inconspicuous murder angle. and the soldier class is if nothing inconspicuous/cannon fodder.

and bonus malcador and emperor!

malcador = sage. even putting aside that malcadors claim to fame is being a psyker, sage works in relation to the fire emblem trope of wise and crinkly old sages [the gotoh archtype as its referred to] which malcador fits on like a glove.

emperor = emperor, baron, master knight. the emperor class is indeed a thing, and im specifically thinking of the fe4 emperor class which could utilize every weapon and magic outside of light magic and dark magic. aside from that the emperor class was also a heavy armour class which... i dont remember if the emperors wearing terminator armour but it does gel with the emperor being fukin big. the barons an alternative thats basically the same as the emperor class if a bit weaker, and master knights the mounted variation that has access to light magic.

#warhammer #primarchs #emperor #malcador

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starker-fluff · 4 years ago

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Reboot: Part One

Peter opened his eyes, sighing as he stared across the horizon. As a child he had done everything he could to stop his parents getting on that damn plan but they didn’t listen. Remembers how much he screamed for them and he remembered how useless he felt when they left and their fates were sealed. He had moved on, hoping to save Uncle Ben now. Peter remembers how he actually got himself purposely but so he could protect his uncle. He tried so hard to save Uncle Ben but everything his tried was worthless as Peter still had to attend his funeral. Peter groaned, rubbing his face with anguish trying to get rid of those thoughts from his head. Getting to his feet he jumped off the roof, swinging his way back home.

Peter walked along the street to the rhythm of his music that was drumming in his ears. He stopped short when he saw a fancy car in his driveway, a smile brimming on his face as he took off sprinting to the elevator. Feverishly bouncing on his toes as he waited for the elevator to stop at his floor before he full on sprinted to his apartment door. He had to pretend. He had to keep his cool. Peter psyched himself up, bouncing around in a little circle before he turned up his music and casually walked into the home.

“Hey Aunt May! Oh you made cookies,” He snagged one, “By the way did you see that awesome car outsi-“ Peter’s got caught as he saw Tony staring up at him with that signature smile. He wasn’t even listening to his words anymore, all he could focus on was how alive Tony looked. He looked so healthy and so happy. God, how could he tell him his world about was about to fall apart.

“Peter?” Tony was standing, looking down at him. “Talk in private?” Peter quickly nodded and scuttled to his bedroom, shutting the door behind Tony. When he turned around he saw the images of himself as Spiderman flipping across the holoscreen projected from Tony’s watch.

“Before you say anything. Yes, it’s me. And yes I want to help you.” Peter confessed immediately to Mr Stark’s shock.

“How did you know I was going to ask you?” Tony looked impressed. The kid was really special.

“...Let’s just call it intuition.” Peter smiled. He could save Tony. He could do this. He could save himself the heart break of losing Tony.

—————Time Skippo—————

Peter pulled the shield from Steve’s arm as he landed on the truck, waving to everyone. He knew what was coming next but he couldn’t react before because then they would get suspicious. Just as Steve gave the command he prepared himself, dropping onto his back as the ant man guy did the same thing as last time. As everyone geared up he flipped off the truck, landing beside Tony. Peter felt the pull to hold his hand but couldn’t.. they weren’t like that yet. Then the running began.

Next time he had a minute to think he was chasing Bucky and Sam through the terminal. He was letting his muscle memory work, déjà vu clouding his mind as he realised he was repeating exactly the same words he had before. THE FLYING BOT. He heard the sound of the little bird bot and decided it was the perfect thing to quickly get outside.

“Mr Stark said you’d say that... and I say fuck you.” Peter seethed. He had hatred for Steve, everything that this man was about to do. Everything that this man did to Tony!! He left him in that place alone. He let him wither away and die. He belittled him and fuck! Peter was going to enjoy this! He let himself be pulled forward by the webbed up Steve but before the Captain could hit him the kid landed a powerful kick that sent Steve rolling across the floor. He sneered at the groaning Captian before he heard the struggles of Tony and Rhodey. Leaping up onto the terminal just as Ant-Man supersized.

“Ok. I got this.” Peter psyched himself up.

“Don’t panic. It’s just me!” Peter called out as he flung a web out onto Rhodey, using him to get up onto the big man’s face.

“Hey big guy. I think it’s time you took a nap.” He said as he landed directly on the guy’s eye. Jumping around for a bit before remembering what he had done.

“THE OLD STAR WARS MOVIE. Empire strikes back? You guys get the head! I’ve got the legs.” Peter quickly flipped off his face, using the momentum to help him wrap the giant’s legs up with his webbing. Around the ankles then around the thigh. The signal for the punch came through, jogging Peter’s mind. He quickly let go of the web he was holding, narrowly avoiding the giant hand that swung around. He skidded along the concrete, landing in a non-graceful roll but it was much better then last time. Hearing the sound of thrusters and an arm on his shoulder he new what was coming next.

“Kid. You’re done!” Tony said sternly just as one of the SHIELD planes took off overhead, speeding into the sky. Tony took off after it, Rhodey following suit and Sam hot on their heels. Peter felt his stomach drop as his heart sunk. He was up to his feet in a second screaming to not fire but Vision couldn’t hear him. The beam struck the chest of Rhodey’s suit and he was falling fast and out of control.

“NO!” Peter sprinted across the tarmac, heart beating in his ears.

“SOMEONE THROW ME.” A red glow wrapped around his body and then suddenly he was rocketting up, heading directly for Rhodey.

“MR STARK TURN OFF THE BABY MONITOR PROTOCOL!” Peter screamed. He needed access to those wings.

“What!?” Tony said in absolute confusion and anger and desperation.

“TURN IT OFF.” The next thing Peter heard was Karen then alerting him that the protocol had been removed. Opening his arms and legs the Webbing between his limbs and body fanned out allowing him to manoeuvre into a position directly above Rhodey.

“I got you. I won’t let this happen.” Peter said in a strangely calm voice, speaking mainly to himself. Once within range he flung a web out to Rhodey, connecting himself to the falling man, chest to chest by the line of web. He pulled himself down to Rhodey, doing his best to stabilise the both of them as he went but it wasn’t going too well. Peter received a kicked to the ribs and a slap in the head from the hunk of falling metal. He binded himself to the pummeting man before he deployed the parachute. Peter and Rhodey still crashed into the earth but nothing was broken... Rhodey was in one piece.

“Kid...” Was all Rhodey managed to say from where they sat in the heap on the ground. Peter pulled off the parachute and disintegrated the webs before moving away, standing to his feet to make room for Tony who dropped down and instantly checked on Rhodey who had sustained a few minor injuries. Peter felt the world spin as he felt a blooming pain come from his side... this was different. He flopped onto his back staring up at the sky that was slowly growing darker as his chest roared in pain. He felt someone lift his head up and call out his name but his head just hurt so much and his chest felt like it was going to explode. He could hear someone apologising before two repulsion blasts sounded as the world faded into a blackness. This was certainly a change.

—————Timey Wimey Stuff—————

Peter woke up with the blatant smell of sterilised everything clinging to every surface in the room. Sitting up he groaned, his head ringing as his side sung with pain. Checking under his shirt he found bandages around his chest.. God what did he do to himself. The sound of plane getting ready to go hit his ears like a freight train. MR STARK!! Peter ripped the IV out of his arm, grimacing at the sting of pain as he slid out the door. He rushed out of the hospital ward to see Mr Stark’s plane taking off.

“No no no no.” He knew what was about to happen. Peter couldn’t let this happen. As he stood there he saw SHIELD agents walking across the corridor. Taking a gamble he bolted up to the helipad above and thank god the SHEILD plane was there. He ran into the plane, frantically flipping switches as he tried to get the plane to start. Suddenly the plane launched into the air, sending Peter onto his back. Groaning with how stupid he is he ran to the controls before guiding the plane after Mr Stark.

“Hey Karen... am I doing this right?” Peter said nervously as he asked the voice in his mask. It hadn’t been removed due to them most likely wanting to preserve his idenity.

“Friday has given me his corordinates. Plug me into the plane peter and I can handle it from here.” Peter took off the mask, pulling a little cord out from the eye of the mask and plugging it into the plane.

“I’m.. I’m just gonna lay down.” Peter laid on the ground of the aircraft, holding his side with as he let himself drift off into a nap. Karen continues to follow Tony’s plane from a distance, by the time their much slower aircraft caught up to Tony he was just taking off from this big weird looking structure. Peter was now awake, siting in the cockpit watching the plane in the distance. He saw a flare fall out of the plane.

“Mr Stark seems to be going in two directions. Which would you like me to follow Peter..” Peter sighed.. of course it wasn’t a flare.

“The new course. That’s him in the suit...” Peter groveled in the seat of the plane. Why did he have to be going so slow! What if he was late? What if Tony still got hurt?! His hands were shaking as his thoughts swarmed in his head. He had been looking at his lap when he noticed the clothes he was wearing.... a hospital gown. Why hadn’t he grabbed clothes. He searched around the plane and found nothing but a plain t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and then.. he waited.

Finally he was there, running out of the plane he was hit by the cold, fighting passed the shaking as he spotted an open door. Running into the compound he followed the sounds of repulsive blasts and clanging metal. Peter smashed through the half open door just in time to see Steve about to bring his shield down onto Tony’s arch reactor.

“NO!” Both the men were taken off guard as Peter threw his full body weight against Steve, tackling him to the ground. Scrambling to his feet as he stood between Tony and Steve.

“This isn’t your fight kid.” Steve spoke to him, trying to dismiss him like last time.

“Mr Stark said you’d say that too and I’ll say it again... Fuck. You.” Peter snapped at the Captian towering over him. Steve stood bewildered that this was the kid that had handed his ass to him. This brief pause allowed Peter enough time to land a hard kick to Steve’s chest, sending him to the wall. The Captian got back to his feet, eyeing the defeated Tony who was struggling to get up.

“Don’t even think about it.” Peter warned as he stood over Tony’s body, lowering into the typical Spiderman pose. His eyes set in death glare as he watched Steve retreat out the door.

“Kid... Thank you but how did you even get here?” Tony asked the kid above him, almost in shock. Peter turned around, leaning down to help the man up to his feet.

“I followed you. Well more like Karen did. Friday was worried about you so she gave Karen you coordinates...” Tony just blinked in amazement as Peter answer his question. The kid then helped Tony out to the SHIELD plane.

“Did you steal a plane?” Tony laughed, as he stepped up the ramp before laying himself down on the floor.

“Uh... I borrowed it.” Peter shook as the adrenaline wore off. His body aching and shaking from the cold bitter air. The boy laid down beside Tony in a ball trying his best to warm himself up.

“Peter you could of gotten hurt... you can’t just rush into these things. You’ve already got broken ribs and a concussion.. Steve could of seriously hurt you. How did you even know what was going to happen?” Tony questioned the kid, going all mentor protection on him. Though Peter did notice how he was taking the armour off as well as his suit jacket that was underneath.

“I do? Oh. I thought I was just bruised. I guess that explains the pain. As for knowing it was more of a feeling. Yeah.. a feeling. What are you do- Oh.” Peter stopped short as Tony drapped his jacket over the shivering boy and pulled him in close. He couldn’t help but lean into the warmth radiating off the older man.

”Thank you, Mr Stark.” Peter said softly as he closed his eyes, putting his weight against him. The two laid together on the floor, silent and just enjoy the warmth of each other.

“Tony. Call me Tony.” Tony said after a long while. Peter smiled and felt his heart bloom. In this strange new world maybe Tony would love him in different way. It was a hope that Peter refused to let go of just yet.

#starker fluff #happy starker #starker #tony x peter #i got bored #i got my muse back #this is a new series #enjoy my whatever this is #reboot

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shinymooncolor · 4 years ago

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Sweater weather chat #9

A little Friday tribute to @lumosinlove ‘s sweater weather.

@siriuslyqueer and @wxlfstxrx thanks for helping me through a groundbreaking epiphany. <3

Sweater weather chat #9

Celeste has plans. Logan mopes. And drives a minivan. Kuny hides in a library. Nado is a star. And the wives call him Jackie. We get some lady love. Cause hockey wives are awesome. The team dads get in trouble. What did happen in Prague? Does mild vodka exist?

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Thursday 3.42 pm

Celeste: hi ladies! So, as you know the long dreaded school talent show is looming on the horizon. I don’t know with you - but that’s a Saturday we will not get back…. Any ideas??

Anya: we send our husbands to the show. 😜 zhenya is helping my kids anyways. Not sure how that happened. But him and Jackie came to leech a free dinner and somehow ended up joining the talent show.

Linnea: that sounds like something that needs to be recorded! I’m up for a spa weekend. God knows I need it. We’re headed for Sweden next month and I need to prepare mentally for my in-laws. 🙊

Celeste: so we agree to send the boys to the show? And get on with a lovely spa weekend ourselves 😍

Allison: I’m in. I love my boys but I’ve seen them dance and heard them sing. Brady has been successfully avoiding the past three events!!! But I’m intrigued about what the hell Kuny and Jackie can help with? 😂

Anya: I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s sergei problem now. I’ve warned them to keep it kid friendly. Jackie is still a little scared of me, I think. 👻

Celeste: they are good boys but those two. I swear they’re worse than our lot. And that’s saying something. You remember Prague? 😠

Linnea: the one with the flags at worlds? What were they thinking....

Allison: oh sounds like there’s a story there! What did they get up to? 🙊

Linnea: let’s get back to that after three bottles of Chardonnay...

——

Thursday 4.08 pm

Celeste: you are going to the talent show. And take Logan with you. He’s been moping for a week. He’s such a teenager. 😂 and DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT DRINKING AGAIN. I will tell Logan about Prague. 😠

Dumo: but I have to train. And don’t tell anyone it’ll undermine our authority.

Celeste: no you don’t have to, it’s optional. Don’t even start Pascal. You’re taking your ragtag team Dads and you’re all going to sit through 3 hours of recorders and botched Disney music. And you’re going to applaud your babies. And please film whatever the terrible two get up to. I’ve seen the outfits. 😂😍😂😍

Dumo: I love you but you’re mean. Enjoy your spa day. What do I get for being good?

Celeste: a wife who won’t make you sleep in the guest room. And if you’re really good we can talk about the white one again.

Dumo: I’ll be good!!! 😇😇😇😇😇

Celeste: 😉

——

Thursday 5.00 pm

Dumo created a group chat.

Dumo added Sunny, Sergei, Brady, Kuny, Nado and LoganT

Dumo named the group chat talent show

Dumo: gentlemen I believe you’ve all had your fates sealed. We’re now sentenced to suffer through the horror of our kids’ school talent show.

LoganT: what am I doing here? I don’t have kids leave me out

Dumo: you left your disgusting workout clothes in MY basement. Without cleaning it up. You’re coming. Also Leo and Finn are both with their families. And Celeste made me take you cause apparently you’re sad and mopey. 🤓

LoganT: I’m not sad and mopey. I’m brooding and there’s a big difference. 😠

Sunny: you’re 22 and your boyfriends are out of town. Chin up buddy and enjoy a Saturday of off key singing and recorder hell. And you are moping 😆 brooding is for grown-ups…

Nado: we’d offer to take you to some strip clubs and get you laid but. Well. We don’t really frequent gay bars so.

Sergei: really? I once had to rescue u 2 from drag club 😂

Nado: it was one time and we didn’t realize until we were inside. Felt like a fucking Kingggg man they know how to party. Wanna go to a drag club baby Logan? Is fun times!

Kuny: was fun. But we promise to do show with baby Russians he he 👻👻👻👻

Nado: well i didn’t understand what i said yes to. Thought she asked if I wanted to play Pokémon. 😳

Sergei: that’s why she asked. She’s too sneaky. Not like it. What you do for show?

Nado: no idea. Your wife is making us an outfit and told us to just stand in the background 🙈

Dumo: oh I’m recording this. Anyways there’s never any parking. You’d think with the obscene fees we pay for that school they could at least organize proper parking. Let’s carpool. 😎

LoganT: why are you carpooling? You’ve got like a combined car catalogue of 25 cars.......

Brady: this is clearly Logan’s first rodeo. Okay. Sergei always brings some Russian elixir of life. So. We need you to drive. 😘

LoganT: IM NOT DRIVING A MINI VAN! IVE GOT A REP

Nado: there’s alcohol involved? I’m in!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sunny: only way to get through this....😔

Dumo: you don’t have a rep. You have two boyfriends, an accent and a sweaty hat. You’re driving and I’m not going to argue. 😠

—-

Saturday 12.33 pm

Dumodad: if anyone is wondering what the terrible two are up to this fine Saturday. They’re currently in the middle of a moving rendition of Into the Unknown. Yes they’re wearing blue sequins. 🤩

*kuny and nado dressed in blue glitter sequins onesies with a bunch of kids singing into the unknown*

Prongstar: HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHAT IS GOING ONNNN????

Blizzard: well. There’s a future in show biz for those two. 😂 kuznetsov and nadeau the movie.

Bradygunz: this is giving me some fresh prince vibes little rays of sunshine!!!😂😂😂😂 @talkiewalkie

Talkiewalkie: yesss!!! Hahahah 😎😎😎

——-

Saturday 1.22 pm

Sunny: I love my kids but. There’s a reason it’s not a good idea to always just tell kids they’re good at stuff.

Dumo: hahahah the one with the juggling was fun.

LoganT: why are we still here? I won’t ever get my hearing back after that bag pipe thing. 😭

Sergei: that’s why we drink. I like the politic ones like a kid could ever know so many isms

Sunny: quit hogging the flask. Gimme.

Brady: I didn’t know so many isms existed. Pretty sure some of them were just random words. 😂

——

Saturday 2.01 pm

Logantremblayzzz: guess who’s pissed at a kids talent show. Guess who’s hit on every teacher and has suspiciously disappeared and guess who’s somehow ended up in a production of you’re welcome from Moana?

Sirius: this is fun.... 1) the dads are pissed. I went to a school play with them once. Sergei brought his flask? 2) I wanna say Nado 3) Kuny?

Blizzard: ohhh I’ve got 2/3 swapped - Kuny can’t sing in English... and nado’s got the tattoos 😂

Eliascookie: I wanna know more about the sequins? 🥳

Prongstar: tell us!!!

Logantremblayzzz: 1) yes the dads. Sergei swears it’s only mild vodka. But they’re definitely not sober. 2) Kuny was missing but I found him. He is hiding in the library. 3) yes Nado has somehow ended up on stage again. He’s doing that pec thing it’s weird. I swear the moms here are swooning. He signed someone’s bra. ITS A SCHOOL.

KrisVolley: you’re just cranky that you had to drive the mini van. Haha! 😂

CarbO’Hara: Logan! You drove a minivan? 🤪🤪🤪🤪 cuteeee

Logantremblayzzz: it’s stupid and ugly. 🥴

Dumodad: suits you then 🤪

Logantremblayzzz: I’m telling your wives.

Sergei_81: no Logan. Don’t be mean. U can have my car

Bradygunz: we don’t tell Celeste when you leo and Finn cause problems!!!!

Dumodad: he’s bluffing! Remember who let you live FOR FREE in his basement! I do your laundry and feed you.

Logantremblayzzz: celeste feeds me and does laundry. You’re just as much a leech.

Dumodad: I pay for things. 😠

RussianGod: I don’t know where are. Books everywhere help I hide from moms so many everywhere 😳😳😳😳

Ollibear: someone please rescue Kuny before the soccer moms kidnap him 😂

Timmyforrealz: wow Kuny go get some cougar love 🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯 hehehehe

RussianGod: I scared. Help. @dumodad @logantremblayzzz @sergei_81!!!!!! Help help

Sunnysideup: DONT flirt with them then. You asked for it. I’ll come get you. Stay in the library. You’re missing nado singing.

——

Saturday 2.12 pm

Logan: hey Celeste. Show is ok. How’s the spa??? ❤️❤️❤️

Celeste: charmer... it’s fine thank you - how are the boys?

Logan: uh. Well.

Celeste: one sec love.

—-

Celeste added Logan to the group chat

Celeste: hi Logan! Please tell us about the show. How did the terrible two do with their performance

Logan: well Katya got scared and refused to go on stage so Kuny had to hold her hand. It was really cute. Loved the outfits. They’re definitely never forgetting that 😂 other than that your husbands are sneaking drinks from sergei’s flask and Nado has been in stage for the past three performances

Anya: he did what? I will kill him. Thank you for telling us Logan. Tell zhenya to be careful. Soccer moms are hungry.

Logan: will do. Want me to kick your husbands?

Anya: no love. We have our own ways to punish our idiots 😈

Linnea: thanks Logan!

Celeste removed Logan from the group chat.

Celeste: well. I knew we couldn’t leave them alone. But the plan worked well - they’ve now signed themselves up for the events for the rest of the school year! 😎

Allison: 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

—-

Celeste: Logan texted me. Do you have any idea how much trouble you all are in? Also someone go rescue Kuny. He’s not ready for a soccer mom. 😈

Dumo: I’m gonna kill that kid. Also sorry. But. There was a BAGPIPE. You’re very pretty and beautiful and I love you. Sunny has gone to rescue Kuny.

Celeste: hmm. How are you going to fix it?

Dumo: I’ll show you 😜 on my knees 👅

Celeste: 😈

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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Home With You

Mob! Seb AU

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 8.

Run-through: After having gone through hell, the mob boss finally finds his solace.

Themes: angst, fluff, mentions of death, smut, mentions of violence, gore scenes and death

ALL TAG LISTS ARE OPEN.

A/N: Here we go, one last time…

He was numb, and regretted with all his heart that he wasn’t here when you woke up.

Sebastian didn’t know how to react to the fact that you sat on the bed, surrounded by doctors, with a faint smile on your face as they filled you in with what happened to you and your recovery from here on.

He felt every emotion at the same time, like a giant wave crashing down upon him. He was relieved, yet scared. He felt as though the entire world around him had come to a halt, and the only thing he could focus on was the little nod you gave the doctors as they congratulated you on waking up and fighting through it all.

They were saying something along the lines of it being a miracle and Sebastian could barely hear them.

Within a few seconds, you spotted him by the door, and your smile magnified. The doctors turned to him as well, and they had reassuring smiles on their faces.

There were three of them, two of who walked out as soon as he walked in. The one who stayed, along with the nurse, was checking the monitors and writing down stuff.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. One second he was by the door, and the next he was approaching you; cautiously.

He was afraid that this was another one of his torturous dreams, and that he would wake up and find that you were still lying on the bed – unmoving.

Only, it wasn’t.

You extended your weak arm towards him and he reluctantly took it. Once he held your hand, he could no longer stop the tears.

They flowed uncontrollably and silently down his face.

He tightened his grip around your knuckles, as if testing if you were real or just a fragment of his imagination.

And he soon found out that you were very real.

He stared at your face, and your bright smile and he couldn’t believe his eyes. After so many days, you had finally woken up. You were here, with him. You didn’t leave him like everyone said you most likely would.

Without saying a word, he sat on the edge of the bed. Just like he normally would, the only difference was that now; you were awake.

He watched how your other hand, which still had the IV attached to it, reached out and gently wiped away his tears.

Your hand wasn’t cold anymore. And he leaned into your touch and thanked God quietly as he felt the warmth of your hand against his face.

You gently cradled his face in your hand as you inched closer to him.

“You badly need a trim,” you whispered, chuckling faintly as you ran your fingers through his now long hair. Despite your head still being a little foggy, you could tell that he hadn’t been taking care of himself.

He closed his eyes and allowed his tears to fall. The mob boss didn’t care who saw him crying, you were back now, and that’s all he cared about.

He sniffled and brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles and thanking God countless times.

“You were gone for three weeks, and that’s the first thing you tell me when you wake up?” he asked, fresh tears forming along his water line.

His eyes were red, caused by the many sleepless nights he had spent alongside you – worrying about your well-being.

His ocean blue eyes looked into yours, and all your pain was forgotten.

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, his beard tickled your skin as you did. He sighed and closed his eyes again.

“There’s so much I need to tell you. So much happened, while you weren’t here, and I-,”

You cut him off.

“I was here, Seb. I heard you, every day. I heard everything you told me. About Chris, and Connor and… Liana. I know you got me flowers all the time, and told me that I was rude and that I should at least say ‘thank you’. I’m sorry, I couldn’t say it then, but I really liked it. I’m sure the flowers were pretty,”

He chuckled while you spoke, softly.

“I heard you as you complained about your work, and I even heard you snoring at night. I heard everything, Seb. I- I just couldn’t find my way back to you. I wanna go home now, with you,” you placed your head on his broad shoulder and he inched closer to circle his arms around you carefully.

You spoke slower than usual.

His ran his hand up and down your back lazily.

“Don’t ever leave me again, promise me,” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“I won’t. I promise,” you whispered in the crook of his neck. The warmth of your breath ignited a spark inside him, and he was happier than ever.

When he felt you tightening your grip around his torso, his world suddenly seemed brighter. He felt as though he had been trapped in a dark room all this time, and now, out of nowhere someone flipped the switch and granted him the light he needed, and craved so much.

With you awake, responsive and so alive in his arms; the mob boss felt stronger. He felt complete. You were here now, everything made much more sense.

---

The doctors suggested that you spend a couple more days, under observation, at the hospital. You were weak, and your body was stiff and you needed to get over the shock before they could allow you to go home.

For the following 3-4 days, Sebastian was the happiest he had ever been. His girl was back, and he gets to bring her home after so many days.

He had people clean the house, made sure everything was in order. He indeed got the trim he so badly needed, then proceeded to come and show you his new hair. It was still longer than before, but it suited him. A lot actually.

You laughed and asked him to do a spin and show it off better. He, very grumpily, did. And made you swear not to ever mention it again, to anyone – not even Chris.

---

By the third day, you were feeling much better. Sebastian helped you walk around; to get you used to moving your limbs which had been resting still for so many days.

And he was extremely not cooperative when the nurses told him that he wasn’t allowed to be in room while they gave you a sponge bath.

You had to suppress your laughter while you watched a grown man in a dark suit argue with two middle aged woman about how he should be allowed to make sure ‘everything was okay’ and how he should not have to leave the room because you were girlfriend.

After he reluctantly left, the women told you that you were very lucky that he loved you that much. You smiled and told them you were very grateful for having him in your life.

After all, he was all you had. He was your everything too.

---

Sebastian was ecstatic when the doctors finally told him that he could bring you home. You had never seen that big of a smile on his face before.

The doctors told him it would take some time for you to figure everything out, and get back to how things initially were.

He understood, and promised that he would take things slow.

In the ride back home, he would stop asking if you were fine, comfortable or if you needed anything. It felt like he was dealing with a child.

“I’m okay, babe, don’t worry,” you reassured him and watched how his ears got red, and so did the apples of his cheeks.

His entire face flushed.

You chuckled, holding his hand firmly as it was lazily placed on your lap.

“I just- I want to make sure everything’s alright. With you, with us,” he spoke and brought your intertwined hands to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

There was a white patch on it, under which was the wound caused by the IV.

“We’re alright, Seb. We’re fine, we’ll be okay. Don’t worry so much,”

He smiled at your words and proceeded to tell you how happy he was that you were going back home with him.

He looked like a little kid; excited as if he was bringing home his best friend.

Truth is, he was.

---

Days went on.

And you were happily back on track. You had adjusted pretty quickly to everything, and you used your social media to catch up on everything you missed.

Sebastian was of great help, of course, the man barely left your side. He made sure you ate properly, and David came by often and helped with your physiotherapy, to help your stiff joints.

You were getting better and better, and Sebastian was happier than anyone to hear about your progress.

As much as he could, Sebastian avoided talking about Connor and Liana, but somehow, you managed to bring it up once.

You asked about them, but he still refused to tell you about the horrifying details.

“They’re gone, okay? You don’t have to worry about them, baby, just focus on getting better, I-,”

You sighed.

“I am better, Seb, it’s been two weeks. I’m fine. I just want to know what you did to them, it’s r-,”

“Killed them, threw their bodies in lakes, no big deal,” he cut you off and answered nonchalantly.

Surprisingly, you didn’t react.

It did hurt to hear that the man you once thought as being your father, was now at the bottom of some lake. Dead. Alone. Left there without a proper funeral.

And Liana, the one you once considered to be a close friend. She was also dead and lying at the bottom of a lake somewhere. Not cared for.

It hurt for a moment, you were human after all, and unlike Sebastian; you weren’t used to this. But once the recollection of what they did to you settled in, what they did to Sebastian and to your real parents – a little voice in your head whispered that they probably deserved what fate had in store for them.

You just nodded. At Sebastian, and at your conscience.

Well, at least they were gone for good.

---

You noticed that Sebastian was still being very careful around you. He held you like you were the most brittle thing in the world, or that he was scared he would break you.

Right now, he assisted you as you got out of the shower, wrapped in your bathrobe. He stood outside as he waited for you to step out.

“God Y/N, you took so long in there. I thought you fell or something,” his voice showed his worry.

You had barely stepped out of the shower completely that he began questioning you.

You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m not made of glass, Seb. I’m fine, you need to stop worrying so much, really,” you spoke as you got your hair out of the twisted towel.

Your wet locks fell down your back and Sebastian walked up to you and wrapped his hands around you. He kissed the side of your face and looked at you through the mirror in front of which you were standing.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he spoke, his voice small and gentle. You noticed that he said that quite a lot these days. He wrap his arms around you at different times during the day and would whisper the exact same words, all the time.

You turned around in his arms and faced him, cupping his face in your hands as you placed your lips on his.

He immediately responded by moving his mouth with yours. His hands gripped your waist and one of them easily slipped past the slit of the robe and traced imaginary shapes on your hip bone.

You missed this.

You missed him, and his touch.

And he knew.

But he believed he would hurt you.

Your hands travelled to his hair and you ran your fingers through it, as you walked the two of you towards the bed.

You sensed that he was holding back. He was, again, being very gentle.

When the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed, Sebastian broke the kiss abruptly and pulled away. His face showed that he was worried, for nothing, again.

“Baby, are you hurt? I’m so s-,”

“Will you just shut up and fuck me? Jesus fucking Christ, Seb! I’m fine! Just-,”

He didn’t even let you complete your sentence. Having heard what you wanted, all he wanted to do was to please you, all while being gentle of course.

Sebastian carefully pushed you down on the bed and climbed on top of you, untying your dark grey bathrobe in the process.

He immediately dipped his head down and gave you a deep kiss, tongue slipping past your lips while his hands lazily rubbed up and down your sides.

His hands were warm against your still, somewhat, damp body.

He pulled back and saw the hunger in your eyes. Truth be told, he was eager to have you as well. He had been for so many days, but he was scared.

His hands ran along your legs and he settled in between them, arms wrapped around your thighs as his face got dangerously close to your damp core.

You whimpered as each puff of air he breathed out fanned against your wet folds and sent shivers down your spine.

He watched how your back immediately arched off the bed as soon as his mouth made contact with your sensitive spot.

A quiet moan escaped your lips when his tongue circled your clit; eyes closing as each stroke of his tongue felt like ecstasy.

Your hands grabbed onto the blanket under you as Sebastian’s mouth worked wonder on you. His lips rubbed against your folds relentlessly as each sound you made fueled his passion.

You bucked your hips against his mouth gently, moaning as you coated the lower half of his face with your arousal.

Your thighs tensed as the pleasure washed over you again and again with each stroke of his tongue. It didn’t take you long to reach your release.

Soon, you gushed out all over his lips. Cursing and whimpering under his touch as he kissed his way up your body.

He very briefly took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and soon shifted his attention to the other one.

His actions got hastier as he dipped his head back into the crook of your neck again, nibbling on the skin at your throat and collar bones.

He was just as impatient as you were.

“Baby, tell me if I hurt you, okay?” he panted at the shell of your ear and waited until you nodded. Once you did, he lowered his sweatpants just enough to free his excited member.

You moaned as soon as you felt it; hard and firm, against your inner thigh. Sebastian chuckled.

“Needy for me, huh?” he teased, nibbling on the spot right beneath your ear; knowing very well that it was your weak spot.

You whined in response and he chuckled again – staring into your eyes.

He stared for a bit too long so your hand reached out and touched his face, stroking his cheek affectionately.

“What?” you asked, the look he gave you was different.

It was comforting, loving. Providing you a sense of belonging – there in his arms.

“Nothing, I love you. I’m so in love with you, and I’m scared that– please don’t leave me. You’re my everything, Y/N,” his words immediately brought tears in your eyes.

You leaned in and placed our lips on his, sealing the promise that you wouldn’t leave him.

“I love you, too Seb. A lot,” you whispered against his lips and he wasted no time in pushing his length inside of you.

You sensed a warmth engulfing both you and him, wrapping around you like an invisible shelter – promising a sanctuary. One you wouldn’t find anywhere else.

He filled you up, and watched how your face frowned in pleasure. He searched for any signs of discomfort, but when he found none; he sped up into you.

Your hands gripped his shoulder for support as your body moved against his perfectly. Your legs circled his waist and locked behind his lower back.

Each stroke of his member allowed you to feel all of him. His scent infiltrated your mind and soon, that was all you could focus on.

His cologne, mixed with the faint scent of his shower gel. He smelt divine.

You panted and groaned along with him each time you matched his thrust; body moving against his like a rag doll.

He pounded into while whispering how much he loved you in your ear, telling you how lonely he felt when you weren’t here, how much he missed you and how he will keep you safe for the rest of your life.

All the sparks, the warmth, the emotions and the pleasure – all at once became too much to handle and soon, you were riding the waves of euphoria.

Walls clenching around him as you let go; moaning his name out loud and whimpering in pleasure as he grunted at how good you felt and how much he had missed this; missed you.

After going at it for quite a while, the two of you just collapsed onto the bed and snuggled under the covers – panting and sweating, but worth it.

Sebastian’s hands circled around you and he pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your head and sighing in satisfaction.

Out of nowhere, he chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, voice still hoarse from your past actions. You tangled your bare legs with his quietly winced at the soreness between your hips.

“Just thinking about the time when I had to literally chase you around the country because you wouldn’t stop fucking running away from me,” he chuckled again.

You scoffed, and smiled at the memory.

“Well, you did threaten me by placing a gun to my face. You poured hot wax on me, Seb, who wouldn’t run away?” you giggled at the memory.

He turned to look at you in fake disbelief.

“Oh shut up, you liked it,” he argued and kissed your forehead. Hands lazily hovering over your skin, you sighed in the comfort of his touch.

“You remember the note you left me? I was so scared of you then,” you laughed at the memory.

He inched closer and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“And now?” he asked, his baby blue eyes looking in yours.

“And now you’re my safe place. My sanctuary. You’re my home, Seb,”

---

Weeks went on and your relationship with the mob boss kept flourishing. You did have certain situations where you had your differences. Sebastian had this habit of looking out for you and sometimes, it could get suffocating.

But, just like any other couple, you faced your highs and your lows together – promising each other that no matter what happens, you’ll figure out a way to handle it.

Sebastian, along with Chris, soon got back to his work. All was going smoothly, until one day.

You were playing around on your phone while Sebastian made dinner. By dinner he meant wine and grilled cheese. Your favorite as you had been loving cheese lately.

As you scrolled through your calendar, you realized that you hadn’t marked the date you last had your period.

A wave of panic washed over you. And you sat there, frozen on the kitchen stool. Your thoughts were racing and it felt like you were going to pass out any time soon.

You told Seb you were going to use the bathroom, and on your way there, you searched the bathroom drawers for the two pregnancy tests you had kept just in case.

Your heart pounded as you took both.

You waited for a while, allowing it time to process the sample and then you finally checked both of them.

Two lines.

You were pregnant.

Holy shit.

You paced around in front of the bathroom mirror, making a mental plan of how you would break the news to Sebastian. Would he be happy?

Was the timing alright?

Is it too soon to have a b-

“Babe? You in there? What’s taking so long?” your always too worried boyfriend yelled from outside, interrupting your overthinking session.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Screw the plan.

Your heart pounded even more as you twisted the handle and opened the door. Stepping out of the bathroom, you found Sebastian standing in the middle of the room.

You knew that both of you thought about that time when you threw up blood and lied to him. But there was no lying this time.

“Did you throw up again? Y/N, are you okay? Should I call David a-,”

You cut him off

“I’m pregnant,” was all you said and you watched how it took him some time to process the words you spoke.

He just stared at you, lips parted as he looked like he was in shock.

“My period’s late, and I just took two tests in there. I’m so pregnant. Seb, baby, I know it’s too soon for us to even consider having a baby and I-,”

He cut you off by walking over to where you were standing and placed his lips on yours. All your worries went away as fast as they came when he held your face gently in his hand.

When Sebastian pulled away, you noticed how glossy his eyes had become. His blue eyes sparkled as he spoke.

“Shh, this is perfect. You’re perfect, baby, thank you so much. Jesus, I’m gonna be a dad. Babe, I don’t know how to do anything around babies. I should hide my guns, oh God, do we need a bigger house? Baby, I-,”

Your tears fell as he went on and on, and rambled until you cut him off.

“Hey, calm down. And don’t worry, the baby won’t be here for a while now. We’re fine, Seb, we’re gonna be okay, we have plenty of time. You’re gonna be a great dad,” you reassured him while he wiped away your tears as they kept falling.

“That’s my baby in there?” he asked, softly as he placed his hand on your tummy. You nodded with tears in your eyes.

Sebastian let out a little laugh as he looked down. He was a dad now. He had a baby on the way. And he was more than happy that he’ll get to share this part of his life with you.

“When will it show?” he asked, suddenly very interested in your belly as he caressed the skin with the palm of his hand and you chuckled as you ran your hand through his now slightly longer hair.

He had been growing it since you once told him that you liked it better that way.

“It’ll take time for the bump to show, Seb,” you laughed at how clueless he was. Then you realized than due to the nature of his work, he must have been so disconnected from the more ‘normal’ side of life.

He never got to see how beautiful it was to start a family, and watch the life you helped create grow inside someone you love.

He never had this before. But he was going to now, and you were more than happy that you got to give him that.

Sebastian kissed you again, after which he promised to keep you and his baby safe and sound.

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And so began the life you had always dreamt of, with the one you loved the most in the world. Life with Sebastian was blissful.

It was everything you had ever dreamt of, and more. Ups and downs, moments spent with him which you would cherish until your last breath. Vacations, and arguments over your baby’s name and your sudden cravings.

And more arguments over names after you found out that you were having twins. A boy and a girl. Sebastian became more protective than ever.

On some days, he could be the biggest baby you had ever seen. And on other days, watching him run around trying to deal with your mood swings soon became the funniest thing you had ever witnessed.

Every night, he would wake up even with the slightest movement you made. If you woke up to use the bathroom, he’d wake up and sit on the edge of the bed and waited until you were back in bed before sleeping again.

While asleep, he soon developed this habit of caressing your baby bump whenever he pleased.

Sometimes, you both would just look at each other and smile. Not a word was said – but so much was shared through that one smile.

All the hard times which went by, and the ones to come; you both knew that as long as the other one was there, you’d make it through hell and back.

You knew that no matter what, you’d always find a way back to each other. Back to the safety of one another’s arms.

Back home, with each other.

A/N: I’m crying.

Thank you to each and every one who made it till the end of this series. Thank you for each like. Each comment. Each re-blog and each ask you sent. Thank you for encouraging this.

This is it. This is the last part of the ‘Back For You’ series. Thank you for loving it as much as I did. This is the first series I have ever written, but definitely not the last.

The love you all showed to this series means a lot to me. I adore you. Each one of you. Thank you again!

Love,

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itsthecupbros · 4 years ago

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I wrote this with @shattered-ecilpse-varian last night for out hogwarts au and I thought Id format it here-

Mugman looked into the mirror of the 4th floor boys bathroom and saw and felt his face flush blue. It was near midnight, no no one should walk in on him, but he was still anxious. Bracing his hands on either side of the sink and taking a deep breath, he looked himself over. Maraca, a hint of dark blue eyeshadow, light pink lip gloss. He knew that if his father, heck, anyone in his old neighborhood saw him like this, they would never wash the blood out of the road. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold surface of the mirror. After reassuring himself, he released the sink and took a step back, looking at himself in the clear glass surface. The long blue dress gently brushed the tops of his bare feet as he turned slightly on the spot. It had two straps, leading his white shoulders and upper back exposed. He thought he looked amazing, but then all of the the memories and facts came crashing down onto him. What people would think, what they would say. Guys can't wear dresses, guys can't appear like this. His face flushed dark again and he looked at the cold floor, trying to push away the shame already rising in his face.

Indigo was wandering around stress forcing him to walk was exhausted he couldn't sleep so he sweared he heard loud angry footsteps coming his way he quickly entered the boys bathroom panic-stricken he didn't want to get in trouble all over again. He saw his crush dress up in a beautiful dress he just froze staring not knowing what exactly to say

It was a few moments before Mugman noticed him. He turned and let out a Yelp, taking a step back as his face flushed darker in embarrassment. "I-Indigo! Wh-what are you doing here?" He looked downward, his face hot. He braced himself for indigo to laugh at him, or cry out in disgust, or ridicule him in some other manner.

"Tt. Um.. you... i..." Indigo flushed red looking down dying inside "I'm sorry I...I didn't m-m-mean to i-intrude I'm sorry"

"N-No! Please! I-I was just startled..." The toon let out a nervous laugh, avoiding his eyes and rubbing at the elbow joint of his prosthetic, suddenly self conscious that it was so exposed.

"Um... what what are you why are you up this late?: Indigo mumbled softly squeezing his already scratched off and red arm trying to stay awake trying to not let anything bad happen

"I-I just wanted to... to t-try some things on without the boys from my dorm looking on..."

"Oo...um understandable..." Indigo smiled a little scratching a little. "Um....you...you looked look nice..."

Mugman flushed darker. "R-really? I..I wasn't sure... you.. you don't think I look like... l-like a freak? ..o-or something...?" He wrapped his arms around himself, still avoiding his eyes.

Indigo shook his head "N-no! I no? You don't!"

Mugman seemed stunned for a few seconds before he gave a chiming laugh and a glowing smile, his eyes shining. "..thank you..."

Indigo just gave an embarrassed thumbs up. He looked away and tried to think of more conversation "Um...so...... you can't sleep I'm guessing?"

"...no... too many nightmares..." mugman replied, looked away and biting his lip.

"Mmhm...same.... want to wander around?..um I've been doing that for the past... I don't know how many hours.. we can try to find new secret passageways and such! I do that when I can't sleep or I just watch over the dorm.. but it seems like Atlas got that one covered tonight" Inido smiled looking down reaching out his hand.

Mugman reached out, gripping it gently and smiling. "I think I'd like that..."

Indigo smiled nervously holding his hand and it started walking. "Okay! Let's do this"

Mugman giggled as he started speeding up. "Come on, I know this great hidden room up ahead!"

Indigo smiled letting the toon go first "Okay! Show show!" He said fidgeting, extremely excited and well happy. He was barely flustered anymore just happy to hang out with someone

Mugman rushed around a corner and ducked through a tapestry, starting to talk as he sped by. "My older brother is quite the troublemaker. On our first day, he showed me and lost the best spots in the castle. You would t believe the trouble he's gotten himself into in the past..."

Indigo quietly followed knowing a bit about getting in trouble "Mmhm! that's always nice"

After running down a passageway for a while, mugs turned a corner and came to a large open room with a small fountain off to the side, ornate pillars around the walls, and a tree growing in the center. Mugman smiled. "This has to be my favorite of the places he showed me... I'm not sure what it's used for, but I think it's beautiful..."

Indigo stared gobsmacked he started looking around and just smiled "Whoa..."

Mugman gently squeezed his hand. "...I know right...?" His voice had taken a softer tone.

Indigo gently squeezed back "Yeah.."

Mugman looked at him and felt his heart flutter, warmth rushing to his face. He looked away again, pushing the feeling down. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to tempt fate.

"So...um.." Indigo squeezed his hand a little and started walking to the tree "Let's hang out?"

Mugman walked beside him, squeezing back. "We'll have to be back before morning, but I'd love that..."

"Okay... that sucks" Indigo mumbled softly and sat down exhaustion hitting him hard

"...tired...?" Mugman asked with a small smile.

"Always.." Indigo mumbled softly rubbing his eyes

Mugman hesitated "...I get that.. some... things... have been happening lately... I... I actually really need to talk about it... s-so.. can I vent to you...?"

"Mm..do tell... I'm here.." Indigo smiled, as his eyes closed he was quietly listening

Mugman paused for a few moments, bracing himself "okay.. s-so... I...I suppose I should start at the beginning... C-Cuphead and I got kicked out of the house when I was 3... our mom was a witch, but she didn't tell our dad until after I was born. She... she died shortly after... I don't know how... our dad was already n-not fond of us because we were wizards, but when he found out my brother was gay... it was the final straw..." he paused, taking a deep breath to stop the tears forming in his eyes. "...w-we lived on the streets for a while until cups could get enough money to rent an apartment. One day, we found another toon. He literally bumped into us on the streets and begged us to help him, he said he was being hunted and he had been under the control of dark wizards for over a year... we weren't sure, but took him in... he didn't remember his name... so he gave himself the name lost... surprisingly, we were accepted into this school and were able to escape for a while... unfortunately, apparently the people who had been controlling lost didnt want to give him up... th-they... came for him... I-Ive never see Lost so scared... he was screaming and begging... we fought them off... but... we didn't get out in one piece..." he gestured to his prosthetic, tears were starting to slip down his face. "...what scares me most is that they... they hired someone... they call themselves void and they're one of the most wanted magic users in country... they crushed cuphead's hand and... they never stop until they get the job done... we have an agreement with the headmaster... so we can stay at the castle over break... b-but I'm still terrified every night that they'll find us... Im terrified they'll take lost and kill the two of us for standing in their way... and.. th-theres no way to know if today will be the last day... I.. Im just so scared..."

Indigo just stared at him worried and bewildered. He just didn't know what to say he just looked down hugging himself

Mugman realized he'd been rambling, his face flushing. "O-oh jeez... I'm so sorry... I ruined it, didnt I...? I-I shouldn't dump that on you... jeez... stupid, stupid..." he bit his lip. He completely ruined it. They were having such a nice night... Indigo didnt need to hear about all the terrifying things going on without him and his brothers...

He quietly pulled him into a hug. He quietly mumbles "I'm so sorry..."

He closed his eyes and hugged him back, repressing a sob as all the emotions he had been repressing came crashing down on him at once. The horror of watching his own brother screaming and begging for mercy. The terror of living every day having to wonder if this would be the last time he would see the sun. He was trembling, clinging to indigo as his resolve finally broke and he sobbed into his shoulder, his body shaking I violently as wave after wave of emotion crashed into him.

Indigo gently held him rubbing his back. He tried to comfort him, he was pretty sure it wasn't good enough but he had to try

He choked out apologies as he struggled to regain control, praying indigo wouldn't hate him and already hating himself for dumping his own emotions onto the person he considered his best friend.

Indigo just started softly speaking in German in a tune of a lullaby. He scooped him up the best he could and just held him continuing to speak

After the toon managed to stop himself from sobbing, he continued to cling to him, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried in his chest.

The twin buried himself into him as well mostly in his shoulder. He didn't cling on to him as tightly but he still held on to him still mumbling that German tune

After a few minutes, mugman took in a shuddering breath and gently pulled away, looking downwards. His mascara was smudged and there were black tear tracks running down his pale face. He kept his eyes downcast. "I-I'm sorry... you mustn't think much of me now... right...? ...s-sorry... I just... g-god I'm so weak...

Indigo shook his head holding both of his hands not caring about the prosthetic. He just tiredly mumbled "....you're strong...you're strong.."

Mugman hesitated "...I-I just broke down in your arms and you still tell me I'm strong.. I... I really don't deserve you as a friend..." his voice was weak and broken as he bit his lip. "...you don't deserve me dumping this on you... I-I'm sorry..."

He hugged him tightly "N-no I... don't go please" Indigo's voice out of nowhere became weak and filled with terror

He hesitated before squeezing his hand, swallowing the lump in his throat before nodding, his voice only a whisper. "O-okay... I won't go..."

"Sorry.." He eventually mumbled his eyes closed trying not to slip into sleep

"...please don't be... I'm the one who just dumped a ton off emotional trauma onto you..."

Indigo mumbled incoherently clinging onto him exhaustion finally pulling him down to slumber

Mugman ran a hand through his hair, soon realizing that he had fallen asleep. He started to panic for a few seconds before managing to calm himself down, leaning back and letting his eyes flutter shut, focusing on indigo's even breaths. Maybe just a little rest... he could... wake up before morning.... before he could stop himself, he drifted into unconscious.

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