#made a bunch of noise - threw some rocks and they RAN AWAY

[urgeforgoing]

that controversial tiktok question “would you rather be stuck in the woods with a bear or a man?” has me realizing how differently men and women really do live their lives. and it makes me so sad to see responses such as “the worst a bear will do is kill me.” because yeah. that’s the exact point. the worst the bear will do is kill you!!!!!! and men are confused why that scares us less. they just don’t get it!!!

[insane4fandoms]

Golden Threads - Donna Beneviento x GN! Reader

Summary: Donna takes one of her daily strolls, you are scrounging around for shiny things. Who knew a shiny piece of thread can cause some kind of romance?

Length: 1,343 words

Warnings: None, just Donna being a dork.

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Nothing like a cold winter day to start scavenging, sneaking around, digging in the snow for anything, and near the road of the forest, you saw something that was shining, making you crawl over and your smile grew as you picked it up.

‘Silver bottle cap! Score!’ You grinned and snatched up the object from the snow, pocketing it with other shiny and odd pieces you collected. Such as strong, wires, lei, marbles, bottle caps, you even found a knife that hangs up on your wall. Patting your pocket happily, the crunch of the snow filled your ears as you made your way deep in the forest.

As dangerous as straying from the path may be, and as worthless as the things you collect, you can’t help but get fascinated by these shiny objects and even the slightest thing that glistens and shines can distract you for hours on end.

‘Nothing but sticks and rocks,’ You sighed in disappointment as there was nothing else to find, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a thing glowing from the sun, making you smile and slide over to pick it up. Inspecting it in all directions, you gasped as you realized who it belonged to, making you look up and stare into the deep woods.

You had to return it.

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“I’ll be out Angie, I won’t be gone for too long. Take care of the house,” The voice of Donna Beneviento echoed through the dining room as Angie nodded and waved goodbye.

“If you find a new friend, tell me! I love making new friends!” Angie giggled maniacally, and ran off to who knows where. Donna smiled, pulling down her veil, and walked down the path that leads into the forest.

Her daily walks were nothing but distractions, or focus on other things than her headaches she gets because of her mutations, plus it’s nice to feel the fresh air. However it all ended when Donna noticed something to the side of the path she was on.

Donna stopped, turning her head to see what made the noise, and spotted a strange figure going in the woods, away from her. Instincts tell her that it might’ve been Heisenberg being a trash raccoon, or a villager being lost in the woods, or an animal, but curiosity got the better of Donna, so she decided to follow. The thing was gone, but Donna had the tracks to follow, which didn’t look like a footprint, it looked like whatever it was was dragging itself so she couldn’t make it out.

Moving further into the woods, Donna stopped at a tree, where there were no more tracks and no indication that the thing was nearby. Seeing no one around, Donna sighed softly as she realized what she saw was probably a little squirrel. She turned back to walk back home, but she stopped as soon as she saw a (E/C) eye staring at her and a you holding a big smile.

The only odd thing? You were upside down, hanging on a tree branch.

“Hey there,” You smiled, upside down and looking to at Donna, who may had her veil on, she could feel the two of you having eye contact. She gasped, taking a step back. Here you both were, having your body weigh down the branch, you loosely let your arms hang and wrapped your legs around the branch.

“I have seen you around here, however you’re never without your emotional support doll, Angie was it? Lovely name for such a chaotic gremlin,” You told her very casually, not even caring about how close you are to her. Donna was very confused. Who are you? How’d you know about Angie’s name? Where did you come from? Are you from the village? How are you so pretty-?

“Anyways,” Your hand went into your pocket to get something out, which gave Donna some time to take in your appearance. Your hair was very messy, with some leaves and dirt all over. And your clothes, they were unusual for the cold season. A simple white long sleeved shirt with a metal belt around your very nice waist. Brown pants with calf high boots. But what caught Donna’s attention was your eyepatch on your left eye.

“You dropped this during your daily walks. It looks expensive too, too shiny for me to ignore,” You interrupted her thoughts as you showed her a spool with golden thread wrapped around it, a little dirty but still intact. You reached over to grab Donna’s hand, but she flinched and took a step back, making you stop and look at her with a apologetic smile.

“I won’t hurt ya, I want to return a lost item,” You reach your hand out again, and the doll maker slowly gave you her hand, gently handing over the spool and pushed her hand back. Donna shivered at your hands, they were cold, calloused, and had many scared, yet she felt like she could melt at the single touch. Humming in satisfaction, you pulled yourself up and held onto the branch, climbing along and and slinging down to the ground.

“Well then,” You started “I better go off then, and I must say, seeing you this close is absolutely extraordinary,” You smiled and put your hands behind your back, swinging back and forth and small pint tints on your cheeks.

“If you don’t mind me saying, I have been watching you for a while, and… you are really pretty with or without or veil,” You mumbled. That made Donna’s face heat up, never in her life she heard those words from anyone but her deceased mother and Alcina. You gave her one last smile and before waving off.

“Goodbye my lady,” You said and started to walk off, but out of instinct, Donna was upset. Why are you leaving? When you both just met, why are you going away? Before you could register what happened, you felt her cold hands grab yours. Hard and frantic, making you yelp slightly.

“Don’t leave,” She managed to say, but quickly reeled her hand back to her side as soon as she saw your confused face, embarrassed at what she said. Your smile returned and dig through your pocket and pulled out a silver button. You dropped it on the snow, and Donna was confused at what you’re doing.

“I like shiny things,” You shrugged “Maybe I’ll come around if I see more than one thing to add to my collection,” You gave her good ol’ finger guns and ran off, cloak flapping the the air and Donna watches your figure shrinking with distance, before disappearing in the horizon.

Pushing her veil to the side, her eyes wide and her place skin was turning bright pink. Her heart was beating faster than how it did for years, and her stomach if was filled with these twists and tumbles of emotions.

‘Oh Miranda…’ She thought, shaking anymore scenarios she made in her head and scolded herself for falling in love so quickly to a person she just met just a few seconds ago. With a huff, Donna turned and walked back onto the path that led to her home, but she looked back sometimes to see if you were there.

“Angie, I’m back,” Donna said as she opened the door and walked inside, feeling all bubbly and can’t wait to tell Angie what happened, as she always bottled up her emotions since forever, she’s not going to bottle up love.

“Donna! Donna! Look what I made!” Angie squealed and showed the doll maker her new toy, which was just a bunch of knives taped together. Angie’s smile flattened a little as she saw Donna be… out of it? It looks like she’s staring into space.

“Donna? You good? It looks like you saw a ghost,” Angie said and threw placed her toy aside, which her words got her friend back into reality and Donna gave her a flustered smile and leaned against the door.

“I met someone, they said I looked beautiful and…” Donna trailed off, just as Angie was pushing her to say more about this new friend. The realization hits Donna like a bus, and she groaned, holding her hands up to her face and sliding down against the door.

“And I forgot to ask for their name!!”

“Ha! Dummy,”

[goodgirlofglory]

Three times Steve defended you, and one time you defended him / One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 5,5k

Warnings: 18+ content, Explicit sexual content, Explicit language, light descriptions of smut, light descriptions of injuries, light descriptions of violence, some description of blood, kind of slow burn but not really at all.

Summary: Three times during your initiation into the Avengers agents program where Steve came to your aid and defended you, and one time you defended Steve. Along the way you find each other. 

Author’s note: This one has been a personal pleasure to write. I love thinking of Steve and Y/N as having a hank for banter with each other, at the same time as they appreciate and admire each other. I’m just a real sucker for respect, y’all<3 (Not been proofread by anyone but me, so all mistakes are mine)

Part 1

Fire was raining down around you, the blood pumping in your ears as fear and adrenaline coursed through your body. 

You had told them it was far too early to bring you on a mission, but Steve had insisted after you’d done so well in training, quickly climbing the ranks despite being just a recruit. 

Besides, this should have only been an intelligence gathering mission, in stealth, during a time of which no goons were supposed to be on the drug cartel base.  

Clearly not, you thought as you crouched behind a pillar, bullets chipping away at the stone. 

You could hear the fighting around you, but panic clouded your mind in a hazy fog so you couldn’t pinpoint where, your body stiff as you curled in on yourself. 

This was all wrong. You were going to die on this hellish mission, and more horrifyingly, disappoint Steve, who’d put his trust in you. 

Actual tears blurred your sight as you clutched the gun in your hand. 

“There’s one left, he’s coming towards you, Y/N,” you heard Steve call through your earpiece

Then, through your tears you saw a figure peer around the corner, gun in hand. 

You knew you needed to shoot him, but your body didn’t obey you. 

You heard your name shouted as the goon pointed his gun toward you and the ear thrumming sound of the gunshot jolted your body. Your eyes shut tightly as you saw your life flash before you. 

But the pain you expected didn’t come, and instead you heard the distinct zing of Captain America’s shield flying through the air. A few grunts followed before you tentatively opened your eyes. 

The goon lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless, and before you Steve was kneeling, dressed in the stealth suit that made his baby blue eyes pop. He was looking at you with worried eyes.

“Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, breathing hard.

You nodded, about to answer when you noticed the bullet hole in his suit. Your hands shot out in panic, forcefully groping at his abdomen, going to apply pressure. 

Oh no, oh no, oh no, not that

“Oh my god, Captain, no, no, no,” you rambled, thoughts racing, eyes wide. 

He gently took your hands in his and caught your wild eyes with his, gentle and calm.

“Don’t worry. Bulletproof, remember,” he said, nodding calmly, and you nodded furiously, your mind trying to calm itself through your panic. 

He smiled fondly at you, and you noticed how everything was silent around you, the fighting finally over. Then it hit you.

“Steve, you took the bullet for me!? You shouldn’t, you idiot! I-I’m just a recruit, I..” you rushed out, guilt screaming inside your head. If Captain America died on some pointless mission protecting you, some no-name recruit, you would never forgive yourself. 

He was chuckling now, your hands still in his. 

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I think I know what I’m doing, I’ve been doing this for a while, ya’know,” he said, not sharing any of your worry, but looking profusely amused by it. 

“Plus, I was the one who pressed you into this mission. I am responsible for you,” he added seriously, and your stomach flipped at the words. You tried to swallow the fluttering of butterflies.

He was your mentor and your trainer, nothing more, but his words still lingered on your mind for days.

Part 2

The earth-shattering explosion ripped you from your dreams of baby blue eyes, and a split second later, the floor gave out under you. 

It took a moment to remember who the hell and where the hell you were.

It was in the middle of the night, and you’d been sleeping peacefully in the recruits lodging area of the compound, in the room you shared with four other girls. 

You fell down, the floor crumbling and falling with you. The bed hit the floor beneath your level with a thud that had your head whipping backwards painfully. You had fallen down into the recruit sparring gym, empty at night. 

The wooden bed split in half with a loud shriek, and you slumped down the crack, only cushioned by the mattress, your cover having been blown away by the force of the explosion. 

Another searing jolt of pain shot through you as a heavy piece of concrete landed on your leg, and you screamed in pain. Above you, you heard your roommates shout your name, but the rumbling of the building verging on collapse was overwhelming and deafening. 

“GET AWAY! GET OUT!” you shouted up at your friends, tears in your eyes now. 

They disappeared and you tried with bloody hands to move the boulder. It wouldn’t bunch even a bit. Around you the whole building shook and rumbled. You could feel that it wasn’t long until it would crumble.

You realized you were stuck, bleeding and about to be crushed by a thousand tons of concrete.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice from above shout.

Looking up at the hole in the ceiling above, you saw Steve standing, his shield on his arm. 

You weakly protested as he jumped down, landing on the bed beside you, carefully avoiding the boulder pinning your ankle. 

You could feel your mind blurring over in pain and shock, barely registering as Steve knelt down close, a warm and steady hand on your shoulder.

“Stay with me, Y/N, I’m gonna get you out of here,” he assured you hurriedly, his voice the most worried you’d ever heard him. 

“Steve,” you sobbed, trying to reach out to him. He grabbed your hand in his, and in a move that was so surprising it snapped you back to consciousness, he kissed it. It was quick, barely there and kinda panicked, but you were sure he did it. 

The deafening rumble of the building dying snapped you back to urgency.

“I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt,” he said as he released your hand and reached down to the boulder squeezing your leg. He heaved it off, and a scream ripped itself from your lungs. 

He was quickly on you again, dragging you by the arm from where you lay squeezed between the two pieces of your cracked bed. 

You wrapped your arm around his broad shoulder, noticing for the first time that he was shirtless, only wearing a pair of grey joggers and his shield, barefoot. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist, his body a soothing, warm presence against yours. 

“Hold on,” he shouted as the ceiling cracked open, and then he was jumping through the window to your right, glass shattering around you. 

You hurled through the chill, night air, Steve landing gracefully on his feet on the ground, one story below where you’d jumped out. Your feet dangling in the air, he held you close to his body as he ran across the lawn, and you heard the building crashing down behind you, the noise getting alarmingly close. 

He threw a look back before stopping to a halt. Disposing you on the ground, you landed on your ass, looking up at his standing form. Behind him you saw a dust cloud charge at you. He kneeled down, holding his shield above his head as he curled you in against him with an arm around your shoulders. 

He was shielding you with his naked upper body as the cloud enveloped you, and deep in your chest, through the shock and fear, astonishment and a whole lot of admiration bloomed.

You curled into his embrace, putting both hands up to support the shield as stray rocks and debris hit it. 

You stayed like that for a while as the building settled in a collapsed ruin behind you, the dust cloud slowly dissolving. Your faces were so close, panting at each other, chests heaving. You remembered suddenly, you were only wearing a tiny tank top and panties, and despite the situation literally being a life or death matter, you blushed. 

Steve put down his shield, throwing it on the ground as his arm released its grip around your shoulder. 

You locked eyes with him, and in that moment he was everything. Tears of gratitude spilled forward as his hands held your shoulders, your own hands spread out on his naked chest, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. 

“You saved me,” you whispered, “thank you. I don’t know how to thank you, Steve, you saved my life, ” you continued, whimpering. 

“Are you alright? We need to get that leg looked at immediately,” he said, averting his eyes slightly, the tips of his ears pink. But that’s probably due to the exploding building, you reminded yourself. 

As soon as he said it, the pain in your leg shot to the front of your brain, and you looked down to find a long, bleeding gash along the front of your ankle. You tried to move it and a startled, pained cry left your mouth.

Steve flinched at the sound, before quickly scooping you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder. You moaned in pain as he got to his feet.

“Your shield,” you said weakly as he started walking towards the compound again.

“It’s not important,” he said without a beat, catching your eyes in an intense look that had your heart fluttering.

You later found out Bruce Banner’s Hulk had caught him off guard as he’d worked in the lab two stories under the gym, which had led to the entire wing of recruit lodgings collapsing. There had been no casualties, though, miraculously - you and Steve being the closest.

Again he had saved your life, ridiculously risking his own in the process. You had thanked him over and over as they wheeled you into surgery, grabbing his hand and kissing it like he had yours, hoping he understood how grateful you were. 

Your friends giggled as they huddled around your hospital bed. It was your eighth day in the med bay.

“You know he came straight to our room, right?” Helena said, giving you a giddy smirk. 

“Oh come on, he was certainly checking on everybody,” you dismissed. 

“No no, Dean said he saw him sprinting up the hall, barely even telling people to get out before he reached our room,” Sandy corrected, and the girls giggled again.

You were blushing profusely, trying so hard to fight the thought that Captain America, Steve Rogers had come specifically to check on you once there was danger. You were kind of a special protegé, as you’d earned the privilege of sparring with him one on one, but he had been nothing but professional towards you. Suffice to say, you didn’t feel like that justified him coming for you and only you in times of danger. 

“Yeah, and I saw how he threw himself down that hole to you. Like nothing else mattered,” Cindy added dramatically. 

“You guys, stop it, now you’re just hyping the story up to something it wasn’t,” you tried, but you were giggling with them. “Our room was at the end of the hall, closest to the lab. He probably just figured that was the part that would collapse first,” you added, forcing yourself to believe it.

“Oh well, I don’t know, he’s been here every day since you were admitted, right?” Sandy pushed, and now you were the one giggling, glancing at the flowers in the corner that he’d brought you the day before.

“Yes,” you admitted, “so you better scatter, for he usually comes around this time,” you told them pointedly, swatting Helena’s ass. 

They kissed you on the cheek before skipping from the room, but you heard them greet “Captain” up the hallway. 

Your heart fluttered as Steve Rogers appeared around the corner, smiling fondly as he let himself in.

Part 3

The music was loud, the room cheery and filled with talk and laughter. 

Your recruitment was finally over, and you were officially agents-in-training, which was cause for a huge, fucking party.

Everyone was there, including several members of the Avengers. Natasha was sipping on a beer in the corner, surrounded by a crowd listening intently to a story she was telling. 

Sam was playing pool across the room, crushing every guy that tried him on. 

But most importantly, Steve was there, wearing a ridiculously gorgeous blue button up, the two buttons on the top undone, making your mind raise with promiscuity. You had finally bitten the bullet and admitted your feelings. To yourself, that was, and no one else. 

Your eyes met three times over the crowd before he finally came over. 

“Good evening,” he greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi,” you answered, suddenly all hot and bothered. 

“Great party,” he said as he took a stand next to you, looking out on the sea of happy partiers, drunk off their asses. 

“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re here. Isn’t Golden Girls having a rerun tonight?” you teased. 

He looked at you with playful annoyance. 

“Yeah, and I suppose it’s past your bedtime, young lady,” he answered and you threw your head back in a surprised laughter, not expecting him to banter back. 

He was looking at you with a fond smile when your laughter turned to a giggle. A moment passed as you looked at each other, and you felt yourself glowing under his gaze. 

“Did you get my flowers?” he asked then, and you blushed at his abruptness. You’d been nervous about bringing it up. 

“Yeah, and you really don’t need to keep sending those. It’s been a while since I got out from the med bay now,” you said, trying not to reveal how flustered you were. 

“I know, I know. I just seem to keep getting you in trouble,” he said, looking down at the beer in his hand. 

“Steve, you’re the one who’s always saving me from trouble,” you said, putting your hand on his wrist to catch his attention again, “I hope you know how grateful I am,” you added, trying to convey how genuine you were. 

His eyes met yours with such emotion, your breath caught in your throat. The room suddenly felt empty, the music fading to a lull.

You swore he inclined his head slightly before you abruptly removed your hand, straightening yourself. He snapped back to himself, clearing his throat awkwardly before looking around. You did as well, relieved when you saw no eyes on you. You did miss Natasha's knowing eyes peek at the two of you from the corner of the room. 

“Excuse me,” you murmured as you stepped away, flustered, your heart hammering in your chest.

You found the balcony out from the party empty, the cold autumn air cooling your suddenly flushed skin. 

Was he about to kiss you?!

You stood by the railing, enjoying the fresh air when you heard someone come out on the balcony. Your heart skipped a beat. 

“What do we have here?” a slurring voice shouted, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you realized it was Jason, a fellow recruit from your year; mediocre fighter, arrogant asshat. 

“And how are you tonight, Jason?” you asked, not bothering to mask your annoyance at his presence. 

“Checking out the meat, sweetcheeks,” he answered, smugness dripping from his voice. 

Before you managed to turn around and give him your best death stare, a hand reached up your bare thigh, pushing the flimsy black fabric of your minidress up. You yelped and spun around, smacking his hand away. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, pretty girl. I know you were checking me out earlier,” he said, pouting sarcastically as he moved to pin you against the railing. 

You squirmed at his intrusion into your personal space, mild shock settling like a sting in your chest. His breath stunk of booze, the rest of him of sweat and a nauseating amount of body spray.

“Jason, back off. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I’m not interested,” you tried to tell him authoritatively, but you sounded so small. This had never happened to you before, and your head swam with thoughts about what you should do. 

“Then why are you looking so sexy tonight, teasing me in this little dress,” he said with a sneer, ignoring your discomfort completely. 

You were about to lash out when a hand on his shoulder had him pausing, his hands trying to pull yours away from where they were covering your chest. 

“She said back off,” you heard Steve say, and the tone of his voice told you he wasn’t pleased. 

Jason chuckled bitterly, turning on stumbling feet to look up at Steve, towering above him with a scowl on his face. His expression sent a cold shiver down your spine. You had never seen him this angry before. 

“Why don’t you back off and let a brother get some,” Jason answered, seemingly stupidly unaware of the deathly aura emitting from Steve’s looming form. 

“I’m only going to say this once: Get lost or you’re out,” Steve said, stare cold as ice, tone dead serious. 

Jason seemed to get it then, and with a pathetic huff, he scurried away. 

“Whatever,” you heard him mutter as he entered the party again. A few eyes from inside were on you, paying attention to the perceived standoff happening between a simple recruit and THE Captain America. Over you. 

You released the breath you were holding as soon as the door slid closed behind Jason, and Steve’s expression softened to one of mild concern. 

“You okay?” he asked, and you could barely look in his eyes as you collected yourself. 

“Yeah. Thanks, Steve. I could have taken him though,” you tried to lie. Steve let you keep the lie. 

“I don’t doubt it, but somehow it didn’t feel right that you should,” he said gravely. 

“Maybe, but that’s life,” you stated. 

“Well, not when I’m around,” he answered after a moment, and you lifted your eyes to his. They shone with something akin to protection, and you felt warm again under his gaze. 

“You wanna get back to the party?” he asked, breaking the building tension. The air seemed so intense between you two tonight, sizzling with something new. 

“No, actually, I think I wanna turn in. Kinda tired,” you excused, but really you were burning inside from a new found hunger for Steve you knew you couldn’t keep in check much longer. 

He nodded, biting his lip slightly. 

“Walk you back to your room? I don't like the way Jason looked at you,” he said, voice heavy with suspicion, and before you could think, you nodded. 

You were sort of panicking as you trekked the empty hallways together. Everyone had seen you leave together, and you were sweating bullets as you walked in silence, Steve’s broad figure a sizzling presence to your left. 

He kept the smalltalk sweet and light, and you knew you were being irrationally nervous. 

Outside your new dormroom, the tension grew thick again. 

You bit your lip, looking up at Steve as he bid you goodnight with a charming smile. 

“Eh, Steve,” you called out as he turned to walk away. 

He turned back with a quizzical look.

You stepped up to him, and he seemed acutely aware of your presence as you came close, your hands landing tentatively on his forearms as they hung at his side. 

“What’re you…?” he started, but trailed off when he looked into your eyes. 

You inclined your head slightly, not even knowing what you were doing anymore. 

He inclined his head just the tiniest bit in response, and then you were both leaning in. 

Your lips met in a gentle, tiny kiss, your eyes falling shut as the breath was stolen from your lungs. 

He was actually kissing you.

Slowly, so slowly, his hands reached up to cup your face, and then we was deepening the kiss, pulling you flush against him. 

A small sound escaped you as his tongue swept into your mouth, mingling eagerly with your own. He pulled his lips away suddenly, but kept your face in his hands as his eyes scanned yours. 

“Is this alright?” he asked intently, but he was panting, and his eyes were blown so far there was only a small rim of light blue around the pools of black. 

“Yes. God, Steve, yes,” you panted, hands coming up to clutch the shirt on either side of his torso, twisting the fabric with desperate hands. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” you added despite embarrassment burning on your face at the confession.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” he chuckled against your lips.

He was back on you in a split second, and you stumbled into your room in a fierce liplock. You suddenly remembered what a mess you’d left your room in earlier as you’d tried on everything you owned before the party. Plus, you still lived with four other girls, but they were thankfully still at the party, and judging by your knowledge of them, they probably would be for hours still. 

You straddled Steve’s lap hurriedly when you’d led him to your bed, and he kissed his way down your neck as you fumbled to undo his shirt, longing for his bare skin. The last time you’d felt it, a building had fallen on your ass, so you hadn’t really taken the time to relish it, though it had been at the back of your mind ever since. 

He fucked you sweetly that night, and then roughly, and then sweetly again as you took a shower, going down on you as he knelt between your legs. 

You’d never felt such pleasure before, Steve plucking orgasm after orgasm from your body with deft fingers and a wicked tongue, before his honest to god thick as fuck cock fucked you raw. He sounded like a god when he groaned his release. You were sprawled out limp on the bed by the time he pulled his clothes back on with a quirk in his step, looking at his watch a bit nervously. 

“Should probably get out of your hair before your girlfriends return,” he said, bending over your spent form, giving you a sweet peck on the lips. You gripped his hand as he straightened, and pulled him down again to devour his lips with your own possessively. He hummed appreciatively in response.

“What if I told you I never want you to leave?” you asked against his lips, knowing you were pushing your luck. 

“Then your poor friends would never get any sleep, and neither would you, missy,” he said matter-of-factly, booping your nose with his finger as he tore himself from your grip. Your core clenched at the notion. 

Then he looked at you, and you could see the wheels turning in his brain. 

“What?” you asked. 

He glanced at the door before he sat on the edge of the bed, a hand coming up to lovingly stroke your cheek. You hummed at the touch. 

“Are you sure about this? It isn’t forbidden, so we won’t get in trouble. But I’m afraid the rumours can be pretty bad around here. It won’t exactly be easy,” he said mournfully, and you knew he expected a rejection. 

You sat up and grabbed his hand in yours. 

“Fuck what anybody else says. I’m sure, Steve. I adore you, and I want you by my side from this day on,” you said. The shining, relieved devotion in Steve’s eyes was all you needed to be sure of your choice. Not that there ever was a choice. 

You’d go to the ends of the earth for the man.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, and you peeked over at it. 

“Coming back now. You better get loverboy outta there ;)” the text message from Helena read. The girls were gonna have a field day with this.

“Except for now. The girls are coming back, you better go,” you said as you pecked him once on the lips before pushing him off the bed. 

He huffed an amused laughter, looking back over his shoulder one last time as he slipped from the room.

Part 4

“Hey, what did you just say?” you called out at him as he sauntered away.

“Y/N, don’t, it’s not worth it,” Steve said tiredly, trying with a gentle arm to turn you away.

You swatted softly at his hand and looked in his eyes. You were fuming, and his grave expression only fueled your fury. You could see Jason’s words had gotten to him, and that made you see red.

“Steve, I won’t let him talk to you that way,” you said lowly before taking a few steps forward. 

“Why don’t you repeat yourself, Jason. We all know how much you like to hear yourself talk,” you called at him. He paused. Of course he would, you knew which buttons to push. 

There had gathered a crowd around you now, mostly recruits from your own year, but also some from the year below, plus an odd officer here and there. In the far distance you spotted Natasha Romanoff sipping on a coffee mug as she leaned on a pillar. 

He turned around with that ugly smirk. “I’m not sure you can handle it, Y/N,” he called back. 

“No, come on, I wanna hear you say it again.“

He started sauntering back, arrogant ass fuming with cockiness. 

“I said; the old man goes for the recruit. That’s what happens when the only pussy he could get is a hundred years old and dead,” he repeated, puncturing every word with a tone he would use for a child, seething with his arrogance. 

“I’d rather have an old man than a boy, Jason. Funny how you come down on Captain Rogers when you haven’t gotten laid one, single time since we started. How many of us are there? 3000? Well, it does make sense, I mean, look at you,” you said, hearing the crowd around you gasp and “oooh” quietly. 

Oh, you were just getting started. 

A flicker of self-doubt flashed behind his eyes and you revelled, adrenaline flooding your system. In truth, Jason was a pretty easy target. Just tackle his weak masculinity and give him a taste of his own medicine, and he would crumble easily. 

“But that’s not why no one likes you, Jason. It’s because you act like a child. A child who hasn’t gotten his candy, and is throwing a tantrum in the grocery store for everyone to see. And it’s not that we don’t feel bad for you either, Jason. We pity you in fact, as we witness you embarrassing yourself and your mother,” you stated calm and slow, walking up to him, standing a few inches away now. 

He tried to speak up, but you easily interrupted him.

“And I get it, it must feel kinda bad to realise no one respects you. Not your peers, not your superiors, not even those inferior to you. Because we all see through this display for failing masculinity,” you continued, gesturing to him vaguely.

He was about a foot taller than you, but had steadily shrunk in on himself as a mortified panic settled in his eyes, fists clenching at his side. 

You stepped to the side and stretched out an arm towards Steve, who stood where you’d left him, brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest, a neutral expression of his face.

“That is a man, Jason, and quite frankly, the opposite of everything you are. Now I know you suffer from the extreme lack of balls, but I actually had no idea you lacked brains also. Because if you had the cognitive ability above a fucking cockroach, you would see that man as the ally and mentor he so gladly offers to be - not that you deserve it -  and you wouldn’t be in this situation.” You patted his shoulder twice with your hand before stepping away. 

Your senses tingled suddenly, and you dodged the swing of his arm as it came from the left. The crowd around you gasped. 

Oh no, he didn’t. Did he really think he could take you on after having trained personally with Captain fucking America? He wouldn't catch you off guard again… 

You spun around, dodged his right arm, and gave him a clear slap across the cheek with a flat hand. The smack was crisp, making the crowd around you draw in a collective breath. He grunted and swung again, keeping up the same, predictable move. You dodged easily, spun around him and gave him another slap, this time on his ass. The crowd laughed. He gave a pathetic roar before spinning and lunging on you. You bowed and flipped him easily using your back, and he landed with a hard dunk on the concrete floor of the hallway. Getting up to his knees, you gave him a closed fist punch across the face for your own enjoyment (you knew Steve would reprimand you later for being unnecessarily callous). 

That’ll do it for now, you thought as you quickly immobilized him by tripping him over on his stomach on the floor, straddling his ass and pinning his arms on his back. He groaned in frustration as you kept him in the tight grip, not relenting. The crowd around you cheered, and peering over your shoulder you could see the clear amusement shining in Steve’s eyes, along with his pride. You almost giggled. 

Bending down, you whispered in Jason's ear.

“Cause if you keep up this little class-act caveman thing, this is all you’re gonna see for the rest of your life. Disgust on the faces of the women in your life, and pity on the men’s. Now kindly fuck off, Jason, I’m tired of looking at your face.”

You let him go and he grunted weakly at you. 

Deciding this was your mic drop, you returned to Steve and you fell into step as you resumed your walk up the hallway. Steve let you lead in your victory as the crowd kept cheering loudly behind you. It was exhilarating, but what felt best was knowing you had defended Steve for once.  

As you rounded the corner at the other end, Steve abruptly and quickly pushed you up against the wall, his mouth attacking yours. You yelped into his mouth, but melted into his body as it pinned you to the wall. He pushed his thigh between yours and you felt the rock hard bulge in his pants press against your belly. He was frantic as his hands roamed your body, possessive and hungry. 

You broke the kiss in amazement, seeing his lust blown eyes. 

“Did you like that?” you asked, and you knew you had the most doofy smile on your face. 

“That was amazing,” Steve said, panting a bit from his kiss. “I had to fight myself to not take you then and there, God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re fiesty,” he said, admiration and lust clear in his voice and you bit your lip as his words sent sharp sparks of arousal down below. 

“You know I was right. He’s a man-child, and a dick, and has nothing on you,” you said, needing to know Steve wouldn’t take what he said to heart.

“I mean, there’s a reason I didn’t break it off. The guy has had it coming for a long time, I’m just glad I got to watch,” he chuckled, and you laughed with him, still pinned between his body and the wall, your hands running up his back. 

“And because it was me, right?” you asked teasingly, a hand coming down to cup the prominent tent in his pants. 

“Yes, but strictly for pedagogical reasons. I needed to see if you’ve mastered the tricks I’ve taught you,” he said, trying to be nonchalant and failing as the last words ended in a groan. You were moving your hand steadily over the bulge now, eliciting soft pants from the man. 

“I want your feedback on some tricks in the bedroom, Captain Rogers. Could you oblige me?” you asked, giving his chin a lithe kiss. 

He groaned deep in his chest, and for a split second you actually got nervous someone would find you if he kept those noises up. 

“Lead the way,” he whispered against your lips. 

You did, almost running. 

Author’s note: God, this one cheers me up. It was exhilarating to be able to live out my childhood dream of beating up bullies through this text lmao. Sorry if your name’s Jason lol<3

[dsmp-agere-stuff]

Hello Jade ! it’s 🍒 again but could you write little!ranboo with cgs!tubbo and tommy? for plot maybe ranboo has been stressed with syndicate meetings, but when he wakes up regressed he’s confused because he’s never done it before. he becomes overwhelmed and scared so he gets tubbo. tubbo understands but has never been a cg so he calls tommy (tommy has been a cg to wilbur before) so tommy comes over, him and tubbo take care of ranboo. maybe they play hide and seek / tubbo carrying ranboo thanks!

Sorry this took me a while to get to!! It came out a lot more angsty than usual, so- beware of that.

Tw: described panic attack that ends after ——, Shame about regression, believing you aren’t deserving to regress

Ranboo rolled over in his bed and stuffed his face into the pillow, shaking his head some to burrow it in more. He pulled his blanket closer and hummed into whatever was in his arms. He whined when a piston went off somewhere and burrowed his face into the thing he was holding, which was a grass plush. He looked up once the sound was over and carefully got up, trying to find something to eat, but wobbled too much to get all the way to the fridge. He just sat down on the floor and whined to himself, going to bite his nails. He looked around for something to get, too tired, he thought, to really think. Which meant he couldn’t do anything, which sucked. He knew he had stuff to do today! He had meetings!! He had to tell Techno that Quackity was being mean!! He wasn’t supposed to be tired now!

Ranboo rubbed at his face with his sleeves to try and get the water off his face, staying on the ground as he got a message from his little communicator.

Tubbo. Tubbo was supposed to- Tubbo-

Ranboo’s Brain was far too foggy to read and he was absolutely not telling Tubbo about this of all things. So, he just slid it to the side and went from chewing on his nails to sucking on his thumb, trying to calm himself down about the meeting by reasoning with himself, which was usually the opposite of what actually happened, like this time, where he just catastrophized himself into a corner.

His communicator was an awful background noise to the whole thing as he finally got the energy to get up and start pacing around, still wobbly but needing to move in some way. He almost tripped so many times but he managed.

——

Someone knocked on the door and opened it anyway, “Why’re you ignoring me!” Tubbo joked as he knocked on the ladder downstairs, expecting Ranboo to be busy.

Ranboo let out a little whimper, shaking his head out of guilt, not getting that Tubbo was joking.

Tubbo heard the noise and ran upstairs with a laugh until he saw Ranboo and paused, “yo. You okay boss man?”

Ranboo shook his head and messed with his clothes, still pacing.

“Hey, hey.” Tubbo walked closer to him, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Ranboo shook his head again and rubbed at his face with his sleeves.

“Tissues?” Tubbo guessed.

“Nooo!” Ranboo Drew out in almost another whine, then looked down in what seemed like shame, still walking.

Tubbo rolled his eyes, “work with me dude.”

Ranboo made a softer version of aggressive noises he could make, still tearing up.

Tubbo sighed, “I’m calling Tommy, okay? Let’s get you to sit down, okay?”

Ranboo shook his head more.

Tubbo glanced at the block on Ranboo’s bed, “just mess with your blocks, man. I have to talk to Tommy.” Tubbo sent Tommy a message about it.

Ranboo begrudgingly went and grabbed the block, stuffing his face in it again. He continued to pace, holding the plush as tight as he could. He couldn’t remember where he got the plush from but he didn’t care, it was making him think a bit less and that helped.

Tubbo came out from the corner of the room and went over to Ranboo, “Hey, Ranboo, are you little?” He asked softly, trying to not be too alarming in case Tommy was right.

Ranboo just looked confused and shook his head, not even looking Tubbo’s way. Tubbo huffed and continued to text Tommy, “Tommy’s gonna come over to check on you, okay? He knows mental health stuff better than most of us, sadly.” Tubbo shrugged and went to the corner again

Tubbo looked around the room while Ranboo started to rock himself in place, singing to himself in light little noises.

Tommy eventually ran in and was clearly holding in his usual yells, “alright, what is this then?” He exaggerated his accent to try to cheer Ranboo up, maybe.

Tubbo sighed, “Ranboo’s being a downer- more than usual.”

Tommy watched Ranboo for a moment, then went over and tilted his head, “you scared, big man?”

Ranboo immediately shook his head and bit onto the plush, looking away from Tommy.

Tommy took a step back, “hey, hey, it’s fine.” Tommy turned to Tubbo, “he is *so* little. Tubbo, he’s literally babbling.”

Tubbo shrugged, “hey, I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s your husband!”

Tubbo sighed, “yeah, but you kinda need to tell me what to do ta- ya know- deal with it??”

Tommy rolled his eyes and shrugged, “I mean you have a kid right?”

Ranboo finally let out a little vwoop, glaring at the two’s heads.

“Sorry.” Tubbo mumbled.

“Just treat him like any other kid.” Tommy suggested.

Tubbo nodded confusedly and walked over to Ranboo, not looking up at Ranboo, “hey, big man, let’s sit on the ground, okay?”

Ranboo glanced down then carefully sat down, pulling his legs close to himself.

Tubbo smiled and laid on the ground, “you have no clue what being little is, huh?”

Ranboo shook his head.

“Well, neither do I. Tommy!” Tubbo got up and gestured for Tommy to sit down.

Tommy gave Tubbo a face then sat down in front of Ranboo. “Fine, fine.”

Tubbo smiled, “I’ll go get us food.”

Tommy and Ranboo just sat near each other for a bit, until Tommy spoke up, “sooo- regression.”

Ranboo mumbled something against the plush.

Tommy sighed and set his bag to the side and started unpacking it, “what’s a good way to phrase this... okay, okay, so you know how like, we all cope with the ssstuff that happened on the smp. The usually coping method is you know making a new country. Wonder what that says about Karl... anyway! A probably like- better one is what you’re doing, which is called, you guessed it, age regression!”

Ranboo was too tired to guess anything, trying to find a comfy spot to sit, but the floor was stone so that wasn’t happening.

“It’s like- you feel like a kid and you act like one? And it helps?” Tommy scrunched up his face, then shrugged, “Wilbur did it before... you know and like. It did calm him down some. He was really fun too, like how a puppy is fun for like the first 10 minutes, but drag it out for- I don’t know? An hour? Who cares, you get what I’m saying.”

Ranboo has absolutely no clue what Tommy was saying and just nodded, scooting closer for comfort.

Tommy rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and got close enough for Ranboo to lean on him, which he did. Tubbo came up with a bunch of crackers and things to go with it, “yooo?”

Tommy shrugged with his free shoulder and held out his hands for the food.

Tubbo set the plate in front of the two.

Tommy looked over at Ranboo, “we should get you regression things.”

Ranboo shook his head, “no nee’.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “do.”

“No”

“You do.”

“M-m.”

“Ranboooo, come on, big man. You can’t tear your plushies to shreds.”

Ranboo pulled his mouth far away from where he was biting it, pouting and whining.

Tommy snorted, “you know I’m right.”

Ranboo shook his head, “won’ b’ b’b.”

“Huh.” Tubbo asked mid bite.

“You’re almost definitely going to be a baby again. We should be prepared for that, at least a little bit, you know?”

Ranboo stuffed his face in the plush again, “nooooo-“

Tommy huffed, “why not?”

“Go’a ‘tay biiig!” Ranboo bounced on of his legs.

Tommy shrugged, “you really don’t have to. Tubbo and I and like- your other friends can help watch you whenever.”

“Listen, if it helps you, poggers man.”

Ranboo made a loud screech and threw his plush to the wall, then ran over to his bed, getting on it and hiding under the blanket.

Tommy and Tubbo both stopped mid everything and watched Ranboo, confused as to why he was suddenly so agressive.

Tubbo took the grass plush and set it next to Ranboo on the bed. Ranboo got out of the blanket to take it and put the blanket back over. Tubbo sat in that spot and gently laughed as Ranboo immediately hugged him around the stomach. Tommy sighed and went over to the other side of Ranboo’s bed, “we’ll talk about it when you’re big. For now... how old you feel, big man?”

Ranboo shrugged and hugged Tommy’s arm, trying to hug both and the plush. Tommy messed up Ranboo’s hair, “you seem like a tiny little toddler.”

Tubbo smiled and rubbed Ranboo’s ring, “sooo, just about carrying age?”

Ranboo very audibly gasped and held his arms out.

Tubbo snorted, picking Ranboo up carefully, “there we go.”

Ranboo was immediately almost bouncing out of Tubbo’s grip out of joy. He babbled and vwooped out something neither one of them knew, but both cooed at the cute noise.

Ranboo kept babbling, pointing at things and telling them about whatever he felt like, trying to gesture to further elaborate, but at some point Tommy gave him a rattle (made from a little jar, beads, and a stick) and Ranboo gave up trying to make sense in favor of making as much noise as he could. Tubbo tried to respond as well as possible. Ranboo just enjoyed them both listening, almost talking himself back to sleep.

Tommy helped get Ranboo back in bed, “now I’m gonna get you more little toys, got it?”

Ranboo let out a good whine before shoving his face back into the grass plush.

Tubbo sighed and pet Ranboo, “you cool with me staying here?”

Ranboo nodded and gestured to Tommy with his shoulder, still nodding.

Tubbo took a breath, “we’ll be downstairs if you need anything. I’ll send Enderchest up.”

Ranboo let out a happy vwoop before genuinely trying to sleep.

“Night big man.” Tommy mumbled.

Tubbo pet Ranboo more, “Night, Ranboo. Love you.”

[nothing-but-dreamy]

CRASH

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.050

Warnings: none;

Summary: One morning on your way to work, you crash into a cute guy not expecting seeing him again in the evening.

You were running late. Again. There was no way your boss would buy another lame excuse if you wouldn't hurry. Maybe, if one of the six would be with you, you still could make it on time. If you were fast. Well, faster than fast. Maybe fast like a chocobo…

You were so deep in your thoughts with your eyes glued at your phone that you barely noticed anything around you. You knew the way. Blindly. Flying down the different streets in the heart of the city for two years. You knew every single light signal, every street sign and every building by heart.

What you didn't know was that big rocks could suddenly emerge from the ground because as you ran into something it felt as if you were slamming straight into a massive wall made of stone. You bumped into it, bouncing back from the rock before you fell.

But there was no impact on the ground…

"Hey, it's okay. I got you. You can open your eyes.", a soft male voice spoke close to your ear.

Only then, you felt two strong arms embracing your waist. As you raised your gaze, you got greeted by ocean blue eyes filled with concern, "The… the rock can speak.", you breathed startled, '...And is handsome as hell.', you thought further.

"Excuse me, what did you say?", the man asked confusedly and checked on you. He had noticed that the impact had been hard, you were straight crashing into him with some kind of speed, but it shouldn't cause any real trouble for your health.

You shook your head quickly to get your mind under control again, "I- I'm sorry.", you breathed, showing the man, who steadied your stand, a huge smile, "Thanks for catching me so quickly."

"It was my pleasure- hey, where are you going?", the man asked surprised.

You were already back on your way, "I'm sorry. I have to go. But it was nice crashing into you.", you called out before you hurried down the street.

Nyx stepped forward, following you but stopped again as his feet kicked at something. A small smartphone slid over the stones of the pavement. Nyx caught it before it could fall on the street and would get hit by a car.

Without a second thought, Nyx ran after you, trying to catch up but as he turned the corner of a coffee shop, you were already out of sight.

***

"Hey, what is that? Fancy new phone?", Libertus asked as he sat next to his friend.

Once again, Nyx nudged the display to turn it on. A picture of you with a cat showed up. Your eyes were sparkling and your smile breathtakingly beautiful. Only the little box with the PIN request threw a shadow of the image, "Actually, I… I found it this morning. It's theirs.", he said and pointed at the picture that glowed up again.

Libertus turned the phone over, "Looks cute. Seems to have money if they can afford such an expensive thing."

"Yeah…", Nyx breathed and frowned. It was indeed the newest model and didn't even have one scratch. And even if he had been distracted by your eyes and smile, he had noticed your expensive looking clothes, your styled hair and even the fancy shoes.

"But… Why do you have their phone?", Libertus asked.

Nyx got brought back from the daydreaming about you, "They crashed into me this morning. I guess they were on their way to work because they left pretty fast. I found the phone on the ground and ran after them but they were already out of sight.", he explained.

"Have you tried to find a number?", Libertus asked.

Nyx chuckled dryly, turning on the display once again, pointing at it, "What do you think this is, huh?"

"A cat.", Libertus answered, not getting the reason behind the question.

Nyx leant back in his chair while running a hand over his face, "I meant the PIN. I need a PIN to unlock the phone or otherwise, I don't have access."

"Oh... Well, but maybe Pelna can help-"

"Glaives! Into the briefing room!", Captain Drautos called out and within seconds your phone disappeared back into the pocket of Nyx' uniform jacket.

Unfortunately, it stayed there for the rest of the day…

***

Nyx was bushed. Because everything was pretty calm at the moment with no new attacks on Insomnia by Niflheim, Nyx and the other Glaives should train to stay focused. At the end of the day, Nyx scuffed into the locker room completely exhausted. He sat down on a bench and raked his fingers through his hair to relax a little bit.

"Hey, Nyx! Libertus! Wanna stop at Yamachang's?", Luche asked.

Nyx nodded without looking up. To get something to eat and to drink would be nice after a full day of training.

"Haven't you forgotten something?", Libertus asked and nudged Nyx' shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"The fancy phone you found? Or do you wanna keep it after all?", Libertus asked with a grin, knowingly exactly that Nyx wouldn't do something like this.

Nyx' head shot up as he remembered, "Fuck… I totally forgot the phone!", he whispered and jumped up.

"Where are you going?", Luche called out, looking confused after his friend.

"I have to find Pelna!"

***

Thirty minutes later, Nyx had the address of your place. Once again, Pelna had worked his magic when it came to technology and information. Very quickly, Pelna found out your name and that you lived in the heart of the city not far away from the point where you had crashed into Nyx.

So, Nyx was on his way to get to your place. He was sure you would be grateful to get your phone back. He cursed himself that he had forgotten about it the whole day and hoped you wouldn't be too mad.

Accompanied by many pedestrians which were going home or into bars, Nyx made his way through the streets and was taken aback as he found himself in front of one of these high, luxurious looking apartment buildings.

Maybe Libertus was right and you had indeed a lot of money. Nyx swallowed nervously as he stepped through the entrance. The lobby was decorated with a bunch of plants and framed paintings. Even a leather couch stood at one wall. His boots made soft noises on the marble floor.

A couple was staring at him suspiciously. People like Nyx weren't liked to be seen in such places. For everyone, it was okay that he and the others risked their lives to fight for safety but at the end of the day, the refugees should stay where they belonged: in the underground.

Nyx hurried over to a board with names and searched for yours. He found it quickly. You lived on the eight floor and moments later, Nyx stood in one of the elevators with mirrored walls and a golden handrail.

Nerve-wracking slowly, the elevator brought Nyx to the floor he wanted. There was something strange when he walked through buildings and streets like these. It wasn't just that he was an outsider for all of them. It was rather just not his world. Even back in Galahd, such luxury wasn't common and so, he felt misplaced.

Nyx walked down the hallway while taking out your phone. He looked at the shining material. This was your world. You lived like this and maybe you didn't even know something other than having money.

As he reached your door with the golden apartment number, Nyx just needed to knock. He could knock and you would open the door. Maybe accusing him of stealing your phone. Maybe yelling at him that he needed the whole day to bring you the phone back. Or, you would call him stalker because he had tracked you down.

One last time, Nyx turned on the display and looked at the cute picture of you with the cat in your arms. Both of you looked so happy. You looked so nice and sweet. And even this morning, you had been nice to Nyx. At least, you hadn't been unfriendly.

As the display went off again, Nyx saw his mirrored expression on the surface. He saw his tattoos and braids and knew that this was not his world. So, he did the only thing that came to his mind: placing the phone in front of your door and to leave.

"Minka, what is- you!", you said surprised as you opened the door, seeing the cute guy from the morning in front of you. The whole day, he had occupied your thoughts and now, he was there.

Nyx looked up and greeted you with a shy smile. You stood in your doorframe, holding the door in your hand before you opened it even a bit more, "Hey, uhm… I- I found your phone this morning. You know...after our crash.", he stammered and presented the smartphone in his hands to you.

You stared at him and then at his hand for several moments before you jumped against the unknown man, snaking your arms around his neck to squeeze him tightly, "Oh, god bless! I had no idea where I'd lost it! You're heaven-sent!", you said over excitedly. Suddenly, you remembered what you were doing and so, slightly sheepishly, you stepped back again, "I- I'm sorry. I know, boundaries. It was just... I'm so lost without my phone. The day was a living hell.", you said softly.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to bring it back. The day was a bit … busy.", Nyx said, scratching the back of his neck. He still felt bad for forgetting the phone at all.

You waved his apology aside. You knew what it meant to have a rough day. Only then, you noticed what the man in front of you was wearing, "You… you're a Kingsglaive.", you whispered in awe.

Nyx saw your astonished and excited expression and took the opportunity, "Yes, I am. Nyx Ulric at your service.", he said with a smile as you were still gaping at him.

As you noticed that you were still staring, you swallowed, "I’m sorry… It’s just that.. I'm such a big fan of you all. I mean, what you do for this city … we all owe you so much.", you said honestly.

Nyx was taken aback, "A fan? Never met one before to be honest."

"I know. You guys don't get appreciated enough. At least, not as much as you all deserve it. But- wait! I have an idea. Come in. Have dinner with me. Please.", you asked as you saw Nyx' refusing expression.

"Thank you. But it's not necessary.", he said politely even if he wanted to say something else. He would love to spend more time with you and your light attitude that made his heart jump a little.

"Please. You rescued me and my phone. You even brought it back. Plus the things you do as a Glaive. Inviting you in is the least I can do to thank you.", you tried to convince Nyx with your winning smile.

"I… I don't know. It wouldn’t be right…", Nyx said and just meant it half-heartedly.

"Please.", you begged, "If you leave, I just have Minka for company."

Nyx chuckled and even if he already sensed the answer, he asked anyway, "Who's Minka?"

"My cat.", you answered, looking down at the stripy, little troublemaker sitting next to your feet.

Nyx followed your glance and chuckled, "But she looks sweet.", he said amused as the cat tilted its head.

"Oh, she's sweet. Most the time. As long as you have food. No food, no sweetness. Trust me, she will turn into a vicious monster if she wants to.", you whispered conspiratorially.

Nyx was hooked. He liked your eyes, your smile and you were funny. The whole package was simply perfect. In fact, he didn't want to leave so quickly, "Did you say vicious monster? If that's so, I guess, I should accept your invitation. I mean, someone has to protect you."

"And who would be better for this job as an honorable Glaive.", you said with a huge grin, stepping aside to let Nyx into your apartment, into your life and into your world.

[sharkmobster]

more funtime found family au stuff but this time focusing on funtime freddy and michael's relationship. it's incredibly rambly and turns into off-kilter dialogue but i gotta get this off my chest.

tw mentioned child abuse/death

• doesn't actually like michael (at first) even tho i draw them hanging around each other a lot

• bon bon is the only reason he does loaf around him. (bon bon and bonnet being the only ones who like Michael in the beginning.) They're attached to each other so it's inevitable that they would hang around mikey.

• ft freddy plays really mean spirited jokes on michael bc he's not allowed to harm him. he has to get real creative. (ft freddy has a lot of anger inside of him. people write him off as being dumb and goofy but really that's just a mask that he put up so he didn't scare people away. of course the funtimes know how he is, knows who he is right to his core bc they're all connected on a deeper/technological level.)

• (slaps funtime freddy. this bear can fit so much trauma and abandonment issues in him!)

• can be incredibly vindictive when he wants to be and takes out a lot of his agression on Michael. michael shares the afton name (bc he sure as hell doesn't look like william in my au lol) and that alone is enough for ft freddy to bully him.

• (the funtimes blame william for abandoning them so ft freddy takes it especially personal when his ankle biter comes around to "liberate" them. and on some deeper level freddy is just terrified that michael will abandon them all, just like willy did. he never voices this of course. opting to show his apprehension and fear in a more destructive way, pushing Michael further away.)

• canon ft freddy: sinister but still goofy and knows how to have a good time

my ft freddy: goofy and repressed anger issues, doesn't know how to enjoy himself without causing someone some kinda pain.

• michael gets fed up with being terrorized eventually and confronts him, and ft freddy drops the silly act for a bit just ready to blow up at him. (he can't even place why he's still so angry at michael when really he's been nothing but hospitable and accomodating to their wants and needs but fuck he's just so wound up he doesn't know what to do) michael compares him to william during the argument (cruel and vindictive just like william wanted) and ft freddy nearly rings his neck, absolutely seething but bon bon doesnt let that happen of course. (idk if this is confirmed canon but bon bon was designed to placate freddy. he raises his voice even slightly and bon bon's petting his face, stopping him from getting even more agressive)

• ft freddy shuts down after the confrontation ends (emotionally, anyway) and the blow out itself is completely anti climatic, nobody getting hurt. he ends up isolating himself from the others with bon bon hovering around like a concerned mother hen. Baby and the others give him space but michael (after he cools down anyways) won't leave him alone.

• See the thing is: Michael understands. Michael understands more than anyone what it's like to feel so deeply, what it's like to hate and hate and to keep hating until that rage is your whole life. It's suffocating. and he had to deal with that all on his own, choking on his own grief and rage without anyone to guide him. (his brother is dead bc of him and he carries that with him everywhere he goes, in everything he does.)

• They're living in the countryside of France at this point in time, far off from any wandering eyes, a thick forest surrounding their home. Freddy has a few hiding spots that he scouted out within the first few days of staying there. And that's where Michael finds him, hiding out in a small alcove by the a creek, throwing rocks at the trees (and sometimes wildlife).

• freddy doesn't aknowledge him, ignoring him like a child would and bon bon frets nervously between them, not wanting another fight to break out. Michael tells them that he's not here to fight anymore, he just wants to talk. you like to talk, don't you? and freddy doesn't say anything, running his fingers through the dirt, absentmindedly.

• michael asks bon bon to leave so that they can have a private convo and bon bon freaks out like absolutely not, he might hurt you and michael asks freddy directly like "are you going to hurt me?" freddy still isn't talkative, and he's rigid when he shakes his head no after a bit of silence. Bon Bon asks if he's alright with him leaving and freddy just shrugs, still staring at nothing in the distance. bon bon hesitates for a few moments before finally leaving, telling Michael to call out to him if he's in danger but michael rushes him along.

• it's just them now, nothing but the sounds of nature around them. michael asks how he's feeling and freddy shrugs again. Michael strikes up a one sided conversation, stepping closer and closer to him over time not really getting any kinda response out of him but eventually, during his rambling, freddy finally looks at him and says "Y-You just don't get-get it." and then goes back to the silent treatment.

• Michael's quiet, having made his way up to standing right next to freddy (he's only a tiny bit taller than him when he's just sitting like that). he nods his head, considering something for a while until finally he goes "Did I ever tell you about what it was like? Ya know. Being William Afton's golden child?" freddy doesn't say anything but he pauses from drawing circles in the dirt, tilts his head just a fraction to let mikey know he's listening.

• michael stares at the creek. "He wasn't the most outwardly loving father. Wasn't really the nicest one, either. But, I wanted his approval so bad, I'd do anything for it." Freddy slowly turns his head to watch him carefully. that's got his attention. "I did a bunch of stupid shit back then, all cause I wanted to be noticed by him. But all that attention went to my little-" and michael draws in a sudden breath, pained. stays silent for a moment, working up the courage to speak. "I did something awful to my brother. All for my father. And it's an awful thing to say but his death didn't matter. Pops didnt bat an eye and Mom was too far gone by that point after Elizabeth...." he looks back in the direction of the cottage. "Well.... you know what happened to Elizabeth." Freddy's stare is hard and unyielding. "He's gone now and I was the only one who cared enough. His fuckin' abuser cared more for his passing than his own father did."

• "He threw me into the basement. Did you know that?" Michael bounces from one foot to another, anxiety written into his very bones. he's lost in his rambling now, having never spoken these words out loud to anyone. "I killed his son and he locked me away in the dark for three years." Freddy fully turns to give Michael his undivided attention, stock still, hanging off of his every word. "I got out. Eventually. I ran away and lived on the streets for years until someone got a hold of me. Told me my old man was missing, presumed dead. Got a pretty penny from the fazbear business he co-owned with Mr. Emily. Things were going good, I guess. I was overwhelmed for the most part, didn't do anything other than bounce around from hotels every few days. In some way, I felt like he was still out there, watching me. I just kept running. And then i found out about you." He glances at freddy and looks away quickly when he finds an unblinking visage staring back. "Found out about all of you. Locked away in a storage facility for over 30 years. In the dark. All alone." an incredibly long silence stretches out between them, freddy fidgeting, hyperaware of every noise going on around them.

• "You think I don't get it. But I do. I think I understand you more than anyone could." Michael's staring back at him, raw emotion across his face, eyes soft with empathy and that's what makes Freddy turn away from him. Suddenly uncomfortable. "I don't want to fight with you. Not you. Not Ballora, or Foxy, or Eli-" He visibly winces, but regains his composure. "...I just... need you to understand that I want to help."

• Freddy's never been so quiet, and it's such an odd sight. Michael's not sure if he should say anything else or if he should leave the bear alone. the bear speaks up, finally "W-We could've kill-killed you."

• "That was always a possibility, yeah. I woulda deserved it." Freddy's not sure if he likes the way Michael talks about himself sometimes. "I needed to get you guys out of there, though. That was more important than whatever could've happened to me." Michael huffs. "Besides, if I hadn't bailed you guys out then I would've never gone to Paris. Ballora has good taste in real estate, I think." and despite everything, freddy lets out a sudden breath that could've been mistaken for a sensible chuckle. Michael smiles anyway.

• Things settle down afterwards, though there's no bite to Freddy's jokes now. They're not as close as Michael wants, Freddy still keeping his distance, keeping his walls up but it's something.

• Freddy starts watching horror movies with him late into the night and until dawn. Doesn't let Michael sleep in afterwards and he might just regret this but it makes Freddy happy. Things go back to normal in the cottage, as normal as things can be for a motley troupe like them anyways. Michael starts laughing at his jokes more.

[lstories]

Noah's perspective: Life Under The Sea

4 story's in the works and 2 more I'm still drafting and I decided I'll make a new story and complete it first. I love mer story's and mer vore story's so I wanted to try one were the mer is the tiny. I Read a story a while back that I heavily baced this one off of but couldn't find it again, if anyone knows it could you tell me so I could link it.

(Safe, soft, vore, willing prey, semi willing pred, cursing, tw blood, tw alcohol, tw panic attacks. Sounds worse than it is)

Word Count: 4,589

"This is going to sting a little"

"GAAH! That was more than a sting and you know it"

"There is only four more shots to go, your doing great"

"ONLY!"

Noah was freaking out, one of his biggest fears was the ocean and he was being sent down to the depths on an exploratory mission to see what was taking out all the drones and to set the first colony underwater. He was a military jet pilot, this was the last thing he should be doing, even for disciplinary actions. They call it a joy ride for a reason and he wasn't the only person involved so why was he the only one being punished this harshly. He looked out the window and saw the waves, no land in sight. Noah felt like he was going to vomit.

"Why do I need shots anyway, I'm going to the depth of the corAL FOREST! GAH! Give me a warning! FUCK THAT HURTS!

"It only hurts beacuse you're tense, just relax"

"Relax! I-I can't just... it's not that simple!"

"Here, just breathe, listen to the waves"

He did as the nurse said, he listened to the waves crash against the ship. Could he feel the ship rocking faster? Were the waves getting louder? A sharp pain in his back brought him back to reality.

"JESUS! That doesn't help at all"

"Just find something that makes you calm cause I'm getting tired of trying to be a good nurse"

"Just tell me about the shots, what are they supposed to do while I'm down there. J- AAHH! FUCK"

"God your a wimp. (sigh) The extreme pressure underneath will be extremely pressing and will collapse your body without proper training. As a pilot your training should help you stay underwater for an extended period of time, even if your outside your suit for whatever reason. There will still be things we or you cant control without these injections though. The extreme pressure will aid in the genesis process we are subjecting you to and will allow you to stay underwater for an extended period of time without injury and could potentially increase life expectancy, muscle and tissue generation, mussels and tissue durability and flexibility, sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell and a decrease in hunger and digestive abilities allowing you to go days with a full stomach from food you ate last week. If you decide to continue past your one year stay the effects would only continue to be enhanced without further genetic engineering. If and most likely when you come back up, you would have muscle and bone density strong enough to move a car and barely break a sweat. Please look over to the cat poster"

"What caAA-... helped a bit, your talking helped a bit"

"You're all set, please leave and put on the wet suit then go to the drop pod."

"Ya, thanks for the-"

"Leave"

"Yep"

Noah walked down the corridors of the ship, passing closed doors and soldiers in military uniforms. Eventually he came by his room and walked in. He didn't have much in his room but then again he was only staying on the ship for one night before he would be sent down into the ocean. He looked out the window and it finally dawned on him that this was the last time he was going to be above water for possibly over a year. His mind started to race as his breath quickened, he wasn't ready for this. He walked further into his room and steadied himself on the table, his breathing started to get shakey as he vividly thought about every tiny thing that could go horribly wrong. The windows in the ship could shatter, or they might land unevenly and get stuck in the drop pod. He glanced to the mini fridge and stumbled over to it, catching himself and forcing himself not to curl up on the ground. He opened the small fridge, he felt the wave of cool air wash over him, he realized how much sweat was pouring off him before he reached into the back, pulling out a beer from a six pack, it was the last one. He idly flicked the cap with the nail of his thumb as sat down on his bed and closed his eyes, he hasn't had a drink in over a decade but the minor actions calmed him anyway. His nail was already going white with scratch marks and the tip of his thumb started bleading as the cap started to tear away at the scab that formed from the past few days of him doing this. He slowly opened his eyes, his hands were shaking and blood was spilling down his wrist and the neck of the bottle. He got up and threw the whole bottle away, he walked into the bathroom and bent over the sink, just trying to hold himself up.

Noah held the hand that was bleading to steady it and washed it off, he fumbled around the cabinet above the sink for something. Noah had no idea what he was looking for, there was this awful noise in his ears and he couldn't focus. He shook his head to clear the voice before auctly paying attention to what he was looking for. He grabbed the gauze and small tube of neosporin and stared applying it to his thumb. After a few seconds of calming himself down he looked in the mirror, right over his shoulder and to the garbage can. They weren't allowing anyone with anything above a 0.0 BAC underwater so that was a good thing, or a horrible thing depending on how you looked at it. Noah wished he could break his promise and grab that beer out of the trash, but he couldn't, he wouldn't break his promise, no matter how much he didn't want to go. Noah sat there for a few minutes, he didn't think, he didn't talk, he just stared at himself. His golden blond hair was a scraggly, matted mess from all his sweat and he was starting to grow a thin stubble of a beard that was just as golden as his hair. Unfortunately for him they didn't allow razors or any sort of non military accepted knife on the ship either. His eyes didn't help his look, a deep and uncanny looking brown was where his iris should be. Not a normal or pretty brown, not even ugly brown but something that looked like every color mixed together improperly somehow. He took one last look over himself before speaking. "What would she think of you now" he shallowly laughed at himself before returning to his bed.

On the pillow was a small case about the size of his palm. He opened it and pulled put a small black roll that he looked over for a few seconds. They said it would be on his bed when he returned but this couldn't be it, could it? He ran his non bleading thumb over it until his nail caught something. He pinched the small little clip and let it unfurl, it just kept rolling and rolling, eventually it split off into three different rolls and the middle one split again into two more. Eventually it stoped, it was deffenetly a suit but it was way to thin, he gently rubbed part of it between his fingers and it gave way much more easily than he thought it would. It started to fill with air and expand horizontally as it stretched to his proportions. It was a thin black suit with orange around the wrists and face. He slipped into it, taking much longer than it should of before he took of. He ran down the hallway, he was deffenetly late as he passed more and more empty room's. He wanted to hide, he wanted to run back to his room and sleep it away but it was either this or he was fired.

He turned a corner and almost ran into the general, immediately turning and running into the small line of people and found a spot. A scientist walked over and handed him a glass plate and some gloves. Noah immediately put the gloves on and held the glass plate under his arm like everyone else. The colonel stated to talk and Noah immediately started to drift off, he didn't care what he was saying and he'd let his subconscious remember everything for him. Somthing about new technologies, making a new world under the old, and unknown life forms. Eventually everyone put on there masks and Noah followed suit, putting it on. The orange--- whatever the suit was made out of extended and gripped the small glass plate and stuck it to his face. After a while and more nonsense talking a few people were taken away by the scientists. After a bit of silence everyone was guided onto the drop pod, luckily it didn't have any windows and Noah felt a bit happier about that.

There was about eight people left overall, some crying, some talking to others and some sleeping like Noah. After a bit (and a quick nap) a bunch of metal clanks were heard above them as everything became a little lighter. It took over four hours to finally hit the bottem, small bumps of flesh on metal and loud echoing scratches were occasionally heard on the way down. Almost everyone was silent for the entire trip, everyone was on high alert the entire way down. When everyone got up and started to bustle around to grab supplies, Noah still sat in some form of shock. He eventually got up, and walked to the wall, a small black pack with his name and the word scavenger printed underneath. "Great, just great" he said as he walked to the pressure chamber and let the water start flowing in around him. His mind immediately betrayed him, his suit could be flawed and he'd drown, his training might not come in handy and he would be crushed, or there could be a monster outside that was already killing the rest of his team. He could feel a dribble of sweat rundown his face as the door opened.

He slightly walked/stumbled outside once the door was open. It was a sight to behold, people were already setting up futuristic buildings with a small handheld printers, others were already picking up scrap metal and other things then scanning them with some type of other small gun and they disappeared into nothingness. Noah took a step forward, he wasn't ready for a small bounce when he set his foot back down. He slightly swayed his arms and swam a bit. He slowly fell back to the ground and laughed a bit, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He looked over to someone on top of the drop pod attaching lights to the top, as one turned on he saw a group of three people holding futuristic rifles and shoulder mounted plasma cannons. Past them was the coral forest, deep blue coral taller than some trees on the surface were growing strait from the ground and if Noah wasn't mistaken, the glowing rainbow swirling up the coral was algae. He took his focus off them and reached into his pack, it almost seamed like it fused with his suit. He grabbed a small device from the pack and studied it for a while. It looked like half of a gun, something he should combine with something else. Looking back the saw the people talking the scrap also had the same gun, he put two and two together and started looking for something to use it on. Eventually he found a small piece of a ship wreck and scanned it, the light shining over the piece of orange metal was intriguing to Noah and he watched the small piece of metal disappear into a small stream of bubbles. He watched the bubbles rise and rise... and rise. His breath started to quicken as he remembered he was underwater. He fell to a knee and clutched his sides, he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. This was going to be a long year.

Time skip: 1 Month Later

Noah was starting to get used to the ocean. His panic attacks had almost come to a complete halt as he stopped thinking about where he was. If he didn't move his limbs to fast he could almost picture it as a different planet, say for the lack of stars in the pitch black sky. Everyone started to make there own houses and buildings, the infrastructure of a city was already starting to appear. There has only been one known casualty, a man was on a scavenging run and fell into a magma chamber. The suits were designed to be able to take the heat of magma and it did, the suit was undamaged. Unfortunately that guy didn't like to wear gloves and the heat spread threw his hands to the rest of his body like a conductor. The exploration team that went into the corral forest also never came back and were presumed MIA and no more manned explorations were allowed into the forest. Noah was now the only scavenger left as his team all started to do what they were higherd to do, and his team needed supply's. Luckily their radars found an old German U boat that he could scavenge, unluckily it was on the edge of the corral forest and a two day's trip to get there.

Noah set out, his pack still had some rations and regular food after all this time. He didn't think that this food would last him a month let alone a year but he barely had to eat anything. He was running on an empty stomach for the past few days and he wasn't hungry at all. He walked along the edge of the coral forest, the higher ups didn't want anyone going in or over the forest, and Noah didn't want to go threw it either. He had to admit though that it was beautiful, large deep blue trees with a rainbow algae spiraling up the trees and over the branches. He kept walking, a few sharks and other aquatic species that he he didn't recognize tried to bite at him. The suit was a perfect defense against what seemed to be everything in the ocean as nothing could penetrate it. Soon Noah was getting tired, he tried to think of a place to sleep, the algae on the trees was soft and he could pull some sand over him to keep the currents from blowing him away. He walked a little bit further along the edge of the forest while trying to find an overly fluffy tree to sleep on. He's been seeing a commotion every so often in the distance, but he wasn't expecting to have something long and blue to come flying out of the forest and under his arm with a shark following suit.

The shark bit at Noah's arm, the small blue fish pressing itself tighter against his Noah's side. Noah tried to fight off the shark, eventually pushing it away and punching it in the nose. The shark swam off into the black of the ocean, the small blue creature still trembling under his arm. He reached under his arm to shoo away whatever was there, the small creature darted under his other arm. He finally got a look at the size, it had to be at least half his arm span. He raised both of his arms and the small creature darted around his body, eventually curling itself around his neck. For a second Noah thought he was going insane, were those tiny hands on the back of his neck? He tried gently shooing the thing away from his neck, it wasn't pressing down hard enough to choke him but it wasn't something he was too comfortable with having. Eventually it got the memo and started unfurling itself from his neck and gently swam up to his face. It couldn't be, a tiny peron was floating in front of him. Light blue almost glowing hair and a slightly blue tinted body, it looked like it had scales at its waist. He followed it down and saw what looked like an eel tail, slowly retreating from Noah's neck.

The little person approached his face plate and pressed his hands on it, Noah only gave a confused look in response. He had to be dreaming, this couldn't be real, could it? The eel slowly backed away from him and full force rammed the face plate with its shoulder. Noah slightly jumped at what it was doing and gently grabbed the eel. It slightly wriggled in his grasp as before Noah tried to speak to it "what do you think your doing, your going to break your arm" the small eel looked up at him dumbfounded. After a bit of silence the eel finally responded with a few clicks and chirps while rubbing its arm. Noah was confused to say the least, he let the tiny go and held out his palm for it to sit in, instead it wrapped itself around his wrist and squished its hands into the orange fabric next to the gloves. Noah lightly chuckled to himself "all right, you can sleep there for the night" he walked over to the nearest tree and laid down on it. He silently scooped some sand onto himself with his free hand, the tiny looked up at him confused. Noah gently ran a finger down the tinyes back "your freezing" he whispered as he held the tiny eel person to stomach. After a bit the Noah started to drift off, the eel was not having that, it got up and started pulling on Noah's finger.

Noah opened his eyes back up to see the tiny struggling with all it's might to bring Noah somewhere. Noah reluctantly got up and followed the tiny, the glowing hair keeping it in sight at all times. It darted around the darkness of the ocean and back to Noah to make sure he was following. Noah kept at a steady pace to keep up with the tiny. He almost wanted to lay on the ground and sleep there. Eventually they reached a cliff face, the tiny followed along the edge of the wall. Noah looked back, the forest wasn't very far away and he never knew this cliff face was here. The small eel zig zaged across the bottem of the cliff face, Noah kept up with the tiny, confused and tired the entire time. Soon the glowing hair disappeared under the ground, Noah freaked out and ran over to where the tiny disappeared and bent down ready to start digging at the ground. He reached his hands down too fast and his whole body fallowed into a hole. It didn't take him long for his back to hit the side of a slope and for him to see a bit of orange light illuminating a tunnel in front of him. The tiny eel swam up to him and pressed itself against his faceplate, Noah immediately grabbed the tiny by its waist. It pushed against his fingers and chirped at him angrily but he wasn't going to let it go, not if it was going to scare him like that again. He shuffled forward threw the tunnel, he had to hunch his back to get threw it.

Soon the tunnel opened up into a cave, it went down a bit but it was almost a perfect sphere. There were small metal bolts and bottle caps on the walls and other miscellaneous items strewn about. He finally let the tiny go and it shoved itself threw a long PVC pipe with an angel connector at the top. A bit of its tail was hanging out the bottom as it rested its head on its arms. There was a slight suction near his foot and a light feeling of flowing water over his back. Noah looked up to see the source of the light, there was a hole with an edge to the water above him. He stood up and looked around for a bit, the cave extended out even further, it was huge. He lifted his arms out of the water and pulled himself up out of the hole with more ease than he should have been able to. The top of the ceiling had a glowing orange moss and neer the hole he came out of was a small water fall that had some warm water flowing into the small underwater cave. The walls had a green moss that was fluffy to the touch and the ground was smoothed over and barely damp. A small splash and some angry chirping grabbed his attention. The tiny was trying to reach for his heel and chirping the entire time. Noah reached his hand into the water, slightly swishing his fingers next to the tiny. The tiny immediately coiled itself around his wrist and rested it's back on his palm.

Noah scooted over over to one of the walls, he saw the tiny breathing, its chest was moving quickly as it just stared up at him. Noah took his mask off and took in a deep breath, before pulling the small hood off his head. It almost smelled like mint in the cave, what was this stuff. The tiny on his hand started chirping instantly, Noah looked down as it made grabby hands at his face. Noah brought the tiny closer to his face and it immediately pressed its hands into his cheeks. It ran it's hands over his lips before trying to part them. Noah took the tiny away from his mouth once it put a hand on his teeth, it looked confused before it started chirping again. It looked sad that it wasn't able to look into Noah's mouth. He moved it back into the water, it tried climbing back up his arm before slipping. Noah immediately reached under the tiny to catch it. The tiny layed down for a few seconds before scrambling over and hugging Noah's thumb. Noah brought it higher into the air, the tinyes tail was dangling from between his pointer and middle finger. It looked down at the ground a little frightened before looking back up to Noah with the same waiting look.

Noah slowly dipped the eel part back into the water, the tiny quickly wrapped itself around his fingers in response. Noah held it back in the air, he was staring to get tired of its antics. He staired at the tiny in his hands with a disappointed look on his face, as he got a better look at the small person he realized it looked younger than he'd orginally thought, almost like a young teenager. Looking closer at its facial structure he could almost be certain it was male. As he looked over it, he saw it's small eyes were almost as blue as its hair and he realized it was crying. Why would it be crying, he hadn't hurt it had he? Noah looked it over, there were no bruises or scratches he could see so why was it crying. It started making the grabby hands back at Noah's face, he reluctantly brought it closer to his eyes. It started him in the eyes for a few seconds before it scooted closer to the edge of his hand. It tried reaching for his lips again, Noah thought about it. It really wanted to be eaten, the doctor said that it takes longer to digest food so maybe it would be safe. Noah's eyes were getting heavy, he needed to sleep. As he thought harder on it he realized it was either this or probably more angry chirping for the rest of the night. He saw the tears on the tiny practically disappear when he brought it closer to his mouth.

He thought he could hear a choked sob when he opened his mouth, the tiny practically jumped for it. He extended his tounge over his teath so it wouldn't get hurt. Tiny hands tried to grip the edges of his toung and pull it forward. Noah thought it almost tasted like berries, sure there was the salt of the ocean but he didn't expect to taste berries. The tiny tried to force itself down his throat, Noah almost gagged at the feeling and slightly dragged the tiny back over his tounge. The tiny started to tremble in his hands and on his tongue, the salty flavor was getting more prevalent. The tiny wrapped its arms around his tounge, quite chirping came from it. He could tell it was starting to cry again, this is what it really wanted wasn't it. He pressed the tiny up against the roof of his mouth and slightly tasted it, he hadn't had anything sweet in a month and this was probably going to be the best he would get for a while. The tiny dragged itself forward a bit more. Noah could feel the movement in his hands as the eel tail moved, he wasn't too excited about that part. The tiny moved closer to the back of this throat, Noah wanted to get that last bit of the sweet flavor before he gulped it down. The tiny was too far back in Noah's throat now, he instinctively swallowed when it pressed a hand into the back of his neck.

The berry taste was gone, it was just the salty sea water, luckily it didn't taste like fish. He lightly pressed a finger to his neck, the small wriggling bump slowly glided down his neck and past his collarbone. He gulped again and again before lifting the edge of the tail to his eye level. The torso entered his stomach and it almost immediately started rubbing at his stomach walls. It felt nicer than he thought it would, was his stomach always this sensitive? More of the eel part slipped into his stomach and the tip of the tail entered his mouth. He gently scooped it up with his tongue before closing his mouth. He swallowed one last time and tilted his head back to let gravity do the rest of his work. He rested his head back into the moss and his hands protectively over his gut. He could still fell the cold of the tail slowly moving along the rest of his throat. His stomach was comfortably cold and he gently rubbed his hands over it. He looked down and- jeez his stomach was huge. Noah didn't know his stomach could fit this much of anything. It started to move as rubbed a little harder, the small coils pressing every nerve in his stomach as it slid around. Noah made a small groan, it didn't feel bad but he just wasn't ready for this much of stimulation. He could feel the tinyes form gently press itself into his hand and rub back. He could hear a few gentle clicks as he rested his head back into the moss and closed his eyes. The amount off stimulation in his stomach along with the feeling of being over full quickly drifted him back to drowsiness. One final thought left his mind as he fell asleep 'mabye it wouldn't be so bad to stay more than a year'.

[honey-dewey]

We all Cope Somehow

Javier Peña x Reader

Word Count: 2,017

Warnings: Javier gets sad, Steve gets drunk, Javier is creepy for all of two seconds, Javier has a breakdown, talking about scars and injuries. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

The fight is hard, and at the end of the day, everyone has their coping mechanism. Steve drinks until he can’t remember why he opened a bottle. Javier gets lost with some corner girl who won’t remember his name or face. You cook and nurture your boys because no one else will. That’s just how life is, until Javier comes home late, unable to find his forgetfulness.

“Javi?” 

“What?” 

You shuffled slightly, the ache in your back ever persistent. “I made dinner. Are you staying?” 

Javier nodded, putting out his cigarette and coming in from the balcony, seeing Steve with his third drink at the table already. “What’s for dinner?” 

“Figured we could use a taste of home,” you said, putting a plate with a steak on it in front of Javier. “Texas, right?” 

Another nod from Javier, who wordlessly began to eat. Steve gulped down his drink and shakily picked up his knife. You immediately stepped in, taking the steak knife and cutting Steve’s food for him. 

“Thank you,” he slurred, and you smiled.

“Any time.” 

After dinner, you cut Steve off, giving him some water and bread and sitting him down on your couch. Javier scooped his jacket up and made to leave, turning back to look at you one last time before silently slipping out. 

You noticed Javier leaving, not bothering to say anything. Turning to face him walking out your door would be painful, seeing him and knowing he was going to bury himself in some stranger on the street, not looking for comfort but escape. Knowing those kind eyes would go dark with a feral, primal lust that couldn’t be stopped. You tucked a blanket around Steve, left him two painkillers, and went to go sleep yourself. 

Harsh knocking at your door hours later woke you. Steve groaned, and you immediately tugged a robe around yourself and ran to the door. 

“Go back to sleep Stevie,” you said softly, peering through the door’s peephole and seeing the back of Javier’s head. “It’s just Javi.” 

Steve fell back into the couch, disappearing into sleep once more. You tugged the door open quietly, shushing Javier as he went to talk. “Shh. Steve’s asleep.” 

Javier nodded, gesturing to your bedroom. You silently agreed, bare feet making almost no noise as you two headed towards the room. 

“What are you doing back here?” You asked, shutting your bedroom door and turning to Javier. “You never come back after you leave for the night and, Javi!” 

You shouted his name, shoving his hands off your body. In the dim bedroom lights, you could see his pupils blown wide with that lust he reserved for women who could handle it. But now, with no outlet and no other options, Javier was turning to the next available thing.

“C’mon,” he crooned softly, reaching out for you again. “You know you want me.” 

“Not like this!” You shouted, jumping away from his wandering hands. “Javi! Christ, get away from me! Javier!” 

That seemed to break Javier, his body crumpling as you shied away. You knew that no matter what state he was in, he would never hurt you. But this still wasn’t comforting. 

“Javi?” You asked softly, seeing him still. “Javi, honey, you okay? Are you in there?” 

Javier shook his head. Tiny, minuscule movements that made you scared. 

“Hey,” you said, reaching out but not touching. “Let’s go for a drive.” 

He followed you out, numbly climbing into the car and waiting for you to start it. Taking a midnight drive probably wasn’t advised, but it calmed Javier down and to see him smile again, you’d personally fight Escobar, no matter the odds. 

Taking a turn out of the neighborhood and finding your favorite winding road, you drove in relative silence, Javier gazing out the window as the lights grew smaller and smaller until they looked like bright stars in the sky, making messy bunches of constellations. The hum of the car and the rock of the road beneath you calmed him, easing his troubled mind until he finally began to cry. 

“Oh Javi, honey, it’s okay,” you mumbled, stopping the car in an abandoned parking lot and leaning over the console to hug Javier. “Hey, it’s okay honey. You weren’t right, and that’s just fine. It’s okay to not be okay, you hear me?” 

Javier nodded, burying himself in your arms and mumbling out soft, broken, apologies. 

You hummed, smoothing a hand over his heaving back. “Javi, I forgive you. I will always forgive you.” 

Another agonizing ten minutes passed, during which you held Javier as he shook and cried and let everything out. You simply rubbed his back and held him close, promising you would always be there. 

Finally, finally, Javier pulled away, still trembling. You held his hands, smoothing your thumbs over the scarred skin on the backs of his hands. “You never told me about this,” you realized, peering deeper at the pebbled scar that spanned the entire back of Javier’s left hand. 

Javier pulled in a breath. You couldn’t tell if he knew you were trying to distract him, but you needed to get his mind off his current pain. “My brother,” he said slowly, a horrible rasp to his voice. “we had a treadmill, and my hand got caught in it. My brother was running on top of it. It wasn’t his fault.” 

You smiled, examining his face. Pushing sweaty hair off his forehead, you traced another scar, barely an inch long, in the dead center of Javier’s forehead. “This one?” 

“I was six,” Javier remembered. “My sister threw a ball under a table, and I ran too fast to duck in time. Hit the stupid thing head on. Thirteen stitches.” 

Another kind smile, and this time you moved forward to press a warm kiss to the scar. “And that one on your elbow you refuse to tell Steve about?” 

That was able to draw a laugh out of Javier, even if it was skittering and faint. “My other sister, the oldest, let me have her old roller skates when she outgrew them.” As he talked, Javier’s words got steadier and steadier, the shake to his hands slowly fading. “We lived on a street with a cul-de-sac at the end, and there was a hill leading up to the circle. My sister showed me how to turn at the cul-de-sac, in a big loop. I started at the top of the hill to gain speed. But I fucked it up. I was going too fast and couldn’t control myself, so I ended up tripping, and skidded three feet. It’s a miracle I didn’t break something. My elbow was somehow the only casualty.” 

You giggled, rolling his sleeves up and lifting his right arm so you could kiss the quarter sized scar. “A daring injury,” you promised. “That one on your ankle I teased you about?” 

Javier shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. “A glass cup my sisters used to shave shattered in the shower. Cut me in two places. Why are you asking about the boring ones?” 

Shrugging, you traced a longer, more wicked scar on Javier’s left arm. “Because they’re fun scars. War stories are interesting, but they’re not you.” As you explained, you felt a knot in your chest grow, drawing the breath from your lungs. “Those little scars, they tell me who you are. You’re a dork, a family man, a brother, a lover, a truster. When I ask about the bad scars, all I see is a soldier.” 

Javier grabbed your arms, steadying you. “Tell me about this,” he said, poking a scar on your cheek that was often mistaken for a dimple. 

You nodded. “I was a toddler. Ran into a bannister in the hallway, and the sharp edge got my cheek. I needed two stitches.” 

Tracing down your arms, Javier turned your wrists over and thumbed over the identical lines that were burned into the crease of each wrist. “These?” 

“A common contact point for the blazingly hot pots and pans I cook with.” You shivered as Javier kissed each one. “I dunno if there’s much feeling in that bit of my skin.” 

Javier’s eyebrows knit, the worry plain in his face. “And you cook anyway?” 

“It’s my escape,” you said softly. “When I cook, I can imagine we’re not getting death threats, that we’re just a few close friends on a trip together and we didn’t want to go out for dinner. I can imagine I’m back home, cooking for my family or that we’re celebrating your birthday when I make a cake instead of us getting a huge lead. You find women who help you forget, I cook and bake to escape.” 

“Oh.” Javier smoothed a thumb over another small scar, half an inch long, on the delicate flesh between your finger and thumb. “Knife?” 

You nodded. “I got myself pretty good there when I was cutting veggies a few years back. No stitches, but I bled like crazy. My roommate thought I was super hurt.” 

Gently resting your captive hands on the wheel of the car, Javier ticked the radio up, letting soft music fill the space. “Thank you,” he said. “For driving me out here. For not hating me.” 

You shook your head. “I could never hate you Javi. You were just lost. I helped find you again.” 

That grin you’d worked so hard for finally returned, the one that he’d give you over dinner when you made something impressive and when he had to help you with your bulletproof vest. “Should we go home? Steve’s gonna wake up soon.” 

You nodded. “Sure. Poor thing’s gonna be so hungover today.” 

Sure enough, when you two got home, Steve was sitting up on the couch. The sun hadn’t risen yet, but you were DEA agents. You woke up before the day even started. 

“Where were you?” Steve said, standing and stumbling to the door. “I was so worried!” 

“We went for a drive,” you reassured, grabbing Steve’s arms to steady him. “Javi, darling, will you grab a pack of bacon from the fridge? I’m gonna make breakfast.” 

Javier grabbed the bacon while you steered Steve back to the couch. 

“You called me darling,” Javier noticed once you’d entered the kitchen, tossing on an apron and turning a small portable radio on. “Intentional?” 

You grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him. “Yeah. Intentional,” you said as you broke away, opening the bacon. “Start the coffee?” 

Javier swore softly, grabbing the coffee and three mugs. “I guess I should stop finding those corner girls to help me forget, huh?”

Taking out a pan, you shrugged. “I could always teach you to cook,” you said. “Or you could take up photography like Steve. Or, better yet, sewing. I know you can already do it.” 

“I cannot sew.” 

“Yes you can,” you countered, reaching around Javier to grab the eggs. “I watched you fix a shirt once.” 

Javier swore again. “I think I’ll try cooking,” he decided, standing behind you and loosely wrapping his arms around your middle. “Scrambled?” 

Nodding, you cracked six eggs into the pan. “Start making the toast please,” you said, and Javier did so, touching you every time he passed. Just soft touches, a comforting hand brushing your back or shoulder when he walked behind you. 

Over breakfast, you read the paper as best you could, occasionally asking Javier to translate. Steve had his head in his hand, the other hand holding his coffee cup. He listened halfheartedly, not making a sound as he took in the information. 

“Alright,” you said, folding the paper and standing, taking everyone’s empty plate. “Get ready for work. Today’s gonna be busy.” 

Steve left, heading upstairs to grab clothes. Javier went across the hall, finishing first and coming back, finding you already ready, adjusting your lipstick in the mirror. “Waiting on Steve?” 

“Waiting on Steve,” you confirmed, turning to Javier. “Well don’t you look good.” 

Javier smiled. He was wearing the red shirt you openly adored, the top few buttons popped open. 

“Lovebirds,” Steve said from your doorway, adjusting his own shirt. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late.” 

You laughed. “We could never. Not with how you drive.” 

Javier nodded his agreement and followed you out to the car. Steve looked back at the two of you, arm in arm. “So, what’s this?” 

“This, Steve,” you said, turning a finger and gesturing for him to look where he was going. “Is love.”

[looking-glass-ties]

Hello! Can i ask for a mclennon fic some sort of fight/trouble/accident with paul and john being protective? Tysm!

thanks for being my first askbox submission!!! i appreciate it a lot :) it took a bit longer than expected i’m sure so i’m sorry!

no warnings needed: fluff & kissing

if anybody else wants to request somethin just fire away!! (i won’t do scat, noncon, or ageplay)

The First Time Paul Threw Rocks At John’s Window

It was about 3am. John Lennon was asleep in his single bed, having a dream about something that didn’t necessarily matter. Because he immediately forgot about it whenever he awoke to the sounds of an irregularly timed tapping at his window.

He groaned and swung his feet over his bed so he could sit up. Then he reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. John glanced at his glasses, thinking for a moment maybe he should put those on to see what was going on outside, but he ultimately decided against it.

He walked over to his window and stood there for a second, obviously still in a haze from his previous sleep. But the noise came again, and this time a bunch of small taps happened consecutively. He drew back his curtain and pulled up his window, peering out of it to see what the cause was.

“Hey...John?” a voice whisper-yelled, and just by his voice John already knew it was Paul. However, it was dark outside, and his vision was terribly bad. So he ran over to put on his glasses; now he would be able to see Paul clearly.

“Paul...Don’t ya know it’s late?” John replied back, his voice barely breaking through a whisper. Paul’s expression was what John noticed first, and it was one of concern. But then John flicked his eyes to Paul’s lips, and there he noticed it had to have been bleeding. He examined his clothes and could tell they were disheveled, and Paul usually kept his shirt tucked in.

“Oh, well I can go,” Paul went to turn around, but John shook his head frantically.

“No! Stop it, love...Are y’bleedin’? What even happened?” John really had no clue if his examination was right, but he still had to ask. Because if Paul was, he would be down the steps to assist him inside in three seconds flat.

“Got into a fight,” was Paul’s simple answer, causing John to sigh. Of course he had gotten into a fight. Paul didn’t want to go home because his father would kill him if he could see the fresh busted lip he had. John would be of help to him, considering they were best mates.

“Hang on, I’m gonna let ya in.”

Closing the window, John grinned to himself. Paul had chosen him to help him out in a time of need. They really must be close, after all.

Even though it was late and Mimi was surely asleep John still hopped down the stairs. She was a heavy sleeper, so unless there was pounding on her door there was no way to make her wake up on such short notice.

He opened the door to reveal Paul, and John nearly could’ve cried. What he couldn’t see from the upstairs window were now on full display face to face. Not only was his top lip bleeding, but it was clear that his nose previously bled as well. “Christ, Macca,” John pulled him in by his hand, and shut the door behind him. “We gotta clean that up, don’t ya think?”

Paul shrugged, wiping his eye with the other unoccupied hand. John didn’t know if he’d been crying or not, but he pulled that same hand all the way to the restroom to turn on the light in there. Once they got in the room, John shut the door.

“Aright, now what fuckin’ happened, Paulie?” John asked, now that they were in their own confinement.

Paul shook his head, not really seeming like he wanted to disclose the details. That left much to John’s imagination.

“Did someone try t’mug you?”

Paul shook his head once more, turning to look in the mirror for the first time since the incident. He physically winced at the appearance of himself all bloodied, and John turned him back to look into his eyes. “It’s all okay now, love,” he soothed, a hand tilting his head up by his chin. “I got ya.”

(John wanted to kiss him now, but he didn’t know if it would hurt his lip or not.)

Instead, he just moved Paul towards the back of the bathroom so he could sit him down on the toilet seat. Paul licked his lips and tasted that bitter taste of iron, and now more than ever John wished he only knew what happened to the poor, beautiful boy. But he didn’t, so he could only help with what Paul needed right now: first aide.

John got a wash rag from the rack and turned on the sink to drench it with cold water. Once it was fully wet, he turned off the sink and wrung it out for the most part.

He dabbed it on Paul’s lip first, collecting the dried blood from it.

“When did this happen?” John inquired. He wanted to paint a mental timeline for when this took place.

“An hour ago, maybe longer than tha’,” Paul mumbled under the rag, but John still understood him nonetheless. “I’ll be okay now, though. ‘Cause I know you’ll help me, John.”

“‘Course I’d help you,” John assured his best friend who he sometimes kissed. He folded over the rag and was now cleaning up his bloody nose. “But Paul. Just tell me please...Who did this to you?”

Paul simply couldn’t tell him, because that would only stir up problems within his household. His dad didn’t mean to, he was just drunk on hard liquor. He must have confused him with someone else. Those things just happened sometimes, but it was kind of shocking because it came out of nowhere. One second his dad was coming in the door, the next he was being punched in the face. With no explanation. Paul couldn’t tell John because John would try to do something. He would have to concoct up a lie.

“Alright. Fine. I didn’t wanna tell ya ‘cause it’s embarrassing...But Mike did it,” he lied, praying that John wouldn’t dare question him further. “So I walked here to get out of the house. I can’t hurt me little brother.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” John wouldn’t have that answer. “Did your da’ do this? Was he fuckin’ drunk and come in hittin’ you?”

“No! It wasn’t, I promise it was Mike! I couldn’t hit him back, John! It’s all right! I promise!” Paul’s eyes seemed to plead with John, almost begging him to believe him. But he didn’t want to invoke Paul, even though he could see by the damage done to his face that it had to have been somebody grown to have hit him like that. At the same time, he knew he loved Paul, but his and his father’s business wasn’t John’s, no matter how much he wished it was. He couldn’t step between a father and son who still lives at home. It may cause a huge uproar and that wasn’t ideal. He wanted to keep Paul in his band and berating his father wouldn’t make that happen. Jim would make sure John never sees him again. John would do something to Jim; he just didn’t know what yet. It would have to be in a way that nobody could tell what he’d done, make whatever small thing he would do to the man look like an accident. He’d have to go over the plan more later. For now he was just going to be attentive to the boy before him, hurt and honestly still scared.

Once John was done cleaning up the fresh wound, he got down on his knees to be face to face with the boy sitting down on the toilet. It made his stomach turn that his pretty Paulie was really hurt like this. His top lip was red and the split in the skin there was still open, as little of a cut there was anyway.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like tha’?” Paul blushed, arms instinctively wrapping around John’s neck. They’ve been in situations like this before, being so close. They kissed all the fucking time, but right now, in this bathroom, Paul just had the feeling that this night was different.

“Hurts me seein’ your lip like that,” John replied, staring deeply into his eyes. God, his eyes were so perfect to John. His eyes, nose, lips. Everything about his face just made him swoon for the lad, though he knew it was wrong. “And I—I think I may love ya. Can’t stop lookin’ at ya ‘cause you’re still so pretty, busted lip or not...” He tried to joke around, his playful side always seeming to break loose.

He leaned into him and placed a kiss on Paul’s forehead, tilting him up by his chin using his two main fingers. “You can’t possibly still think that. It looks so bad, Johnny…”

“No…You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Paul. N-no matter what. Always did think tha’, you know.”

Paul blinked a few times, simply locking his gaze into John’s as if nobody else in the world but him mattered. He hurriedly smashed his lips against the older, completely disregarding the fact that his top lip was busted. John tried to kiss him slow and steady, but Paul wanted it full of desire and lust. He moaned into the kiss and entangled his fingers in the auburn hair before him. John was the first to press his tongue against the boy’s, and allowed them to swirl around each other’s mouths. This kiss was definitely the most heated one they’ve ever had, and probably the most meaningful. It wouldn’t ever be the same from this day forward.

[fnf-brain-rot]

[Whitty x Boyfriend] Chapter 9 - do you know what love is?

Thursday.

It's been over a week since Whitty started staying at Boyfriend's place. He stopped sleeping completely, and constantly had his head poked out of windows, or the peep hole in the front door. Boyfriend woke up every morning to Whitty cuddling him in bed, nervously wrapped around the smaller for reassurance.

Boyfriend wanted to do something to ease his anxiety.

Boyfriend walked with Whitty into the living room, holding his hand as a guide. He noticed the other has been a lot more touchy as well, which he didn't complain about. He encouraged it. "What do you wanna do today?" The smaller male looked up to him when they sat on the couch. Whitty shrugged. It was obvious his mind was elsewhere.

"You want me to call Gigi so we can hang out again?" Boyfriend then asked, and Whitty shook his head. Just the two of them huh.. Today should be a calm day. Boyfriend gasped quietly to himself, though he startled Whitty. "What? What happened? Did you see something??" Whitty stood up off the couch, and Boyfriend snorted a little. "No no, I had an idea!" He reassured him, somehow coaxing him to sit back down.

Whitty was obviously anxious staying in the same space, so why not have a change of scenery?

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It was so chilly outside, Boyfriend wished he had a car. He would be too scared to drive anyway.

They had been walking for what felt like an hour. Whitty knew Boyfriend wasn't a damn machine, so he let him rest on his shoulders. Boyfriend tried his best to behave on Whitty's shoulders, but being so high up felt like a little gremlin was kicking at his insides, no matter how fun it was.

They arrived to their secluded little spot just on the outskirts of Philly. It was quiet outside the city. Whitty appreciated that. "I looked up some peaceful places to go, and there's this hiking trail out here that I found. Dunno if it's safe though." He looked down at Whitty from above. Whitty didn't seem bothered. He never even thought of leaving the city to hide. He always felt trapped within the confines of the looming, steel buildings and brick walls. This, however, is a nice change of pace.

"You wanna get down?" Whitty then asked the blue haired man, and he shook his head. "No, not yet! My feet are still dying!" He whined in response, letting out a bunch of incomprehensible noise after the fact. "Okay okay! I'm not forcing you off! You big baby.." Whitty snurked a little, and Boyfriend tugged on his fuse in retaliation, making him stumble back a bit with an "Ack!"

They eventually started moving again, walking down the trail that dipped lower into a bunch of broken trees and crazy brambles. Boyfriend got smacked in the head a little too frequently with branches, so he opted to get down and walk. What they didn't expect to find, however, was a little lake. It was small enough to be more of a pond, but big enough to call a lake.

Boyfriend would totally go swim if it wasn't freezing right about now. It was around the holidays, the ones capitalism loves so much. "Wow.." Whitty breathed out at the sight. It was cloudy, but faint rays of light beamed down onto the murky water. There were a few large rocks scattered about, and Boyfriend ran to sit down. He didn't care if they were covered in moss.

"The sweet smell of amphibimous creatures." Boyfriend sighed happily as Whitty took a seat next to him, resting his elbows on his knees. He's starting to think he didn't say that right.. "Amphibi..am.. tiny pond animals." boyfriend put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, acting like he never messed up in the first place.

"Tiny pond animals?" Whitty parroted him, and the smaller nodded. "Yep! Like frogs, and turtles, and salamanders." He stood up and walked over to the edge of the water body, crouching down. "C'mere!" He whisper shouted to the other man. Whitty mimicked his actions, crouching the same as him. "Listen.." They both looked out to the lake, when Whitty noticed something. There were many tiny sounds around them, from the occasional croaking noise, then the constant high pitched buzz. "What are the noises?"

"The tiny pond animals! And some bugs." Boyfriend smiled up at him. "Watch this." Whitty scooted himself back a bit to give Boyfriend some room. The rapper stuck his tongue out, as if he were focusing on a single spot in the water, then shot out his hands. Water splashed on them both as he tore his hands back up just as fast. "Tadaa!!" He was holding a.. "What is that??"

"It's a frog!" Whitty watched in interest as the frog's neck puffed out. It was fast, but he could still see it. It let out the croaking sound he had been hearing earlier. "It's so small.. and green.. and.. slimy?"

"You wanna hold it?" Boyfriend inched it to him invitingly, and Whitty nodded quickly, holding out his hands to take it. "You gotta hold it tight or it'll jump away. Not too tight though, they're very fragile." He set the frog on his hands, and Whitty held it to the same capacity as Boyfriend had before. It was slimy. "Why is it so slippery?" he asked the blue haired shorty, who laughed lightly. "I think they said it's cause it's mucous. It's uh.. I think it's for protection. Some frogs have poisonous mucous, but those ones are mainly in the jungle." Boyfriend patted himself on the back for knowing so much.

"Where's that?" Whitty tilted his head curiously. "The jungle? Oh, in tropical areas and such. You know."

"Tropical?"

"Y...Yeah?"

"Where's that?"

Boyfriend gawked at him. He really didn't know anything did he? "Did you have any sort of education when you were younger?" He quickly asked him. "No.." Whitty muttered honestly. Boyfriend sucked air through his teeth. Even he knew he was pretty stupid, so Whitty being stuck with him of all people might not get him far. Whitty let the frog go, and watched it launch itself back into the water.

"I'll teach you as much as I can then." The smaller nudged his side gently. "Can you tell me about love, then?" Boyfriend blinked at the question, then his face began to go red. "Uh.. What makes you wanna learn about that?"

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The day after the carnival, Whitty talked to Girlfriend about feeling weird around Boyfriend. He told her his insides felt funny, and he felt it every time Boyfriend hugged or kissed him, but he also felt the same watching him do that to someone else. He recognized it as a negative emotion, but he wasn't sure what about it was negative.

"Fluttery, huh? I see.." Girlfriend giggled to herself, gently applying the man's blush. Whitty liked the feeling of the brush.  It was soft, and somewhat comforting. "Do you know what it means to like someone?" She spoke softly, lowering the brush to look at him. Whitty shrugged. "To appreciate them?" Girlfriend nodded. "There's two types likes. Platonic, and intimate. Platonic means you like them as  friend, or a brother or sister. Intimate is more like.. a romantic partner."

"Romantic partner?"

"Romance is.. love. You said you were twenty percent human, right?" Whitty nodded. "Then you must have the ability to love someone, not based on numbers anyway."

"But what does it mean to love someone?" Whitty asked her softly, and she laughed a little. "It's that fluttery feeling you get when you and Boyfriend touch. When you see him smile, laugh with him, eat with him, cuddle with him. When you're around him and you "feel weird", as you put it, that means you like him, more than just a friend or a brother."

Whitty took all her words to heart. So he wanted to be more than a friend to Boyfriend. But what does that mean?

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Finding a partner is a big deal in society, so he wanted to be gentle on Boyfriend. He didn't want to scare him or make it weird. "It has to do with the affection stuff you taught me, right?" Boyfriend nodded quickly. "Yeah but uh.. That's just the tip of the iceberg. Things other than that are a lot more intimate. Are you sure you wanna.. get into that?" He tried to hide his flustered face with his coat. Whitty nodded, then went back over to sit down on the stone. He patted his lap, and Boyfriend's face got even more red.

He eventually mustered the courage to walk over to him, turning around and sitting in his lap. "No, like this." Whitty lifted Boyfriend up, who clung onto his arms in surprise, and turned him around, forcing his legs apart across his lap. Boyfriend's face flushed a deeper red as Whitty wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. Whitty wasn't cold.. he can produce his own heat. Boyfriend appreciated that, as he began to warm up just cuddling him.

Boyfriend would admit, he was kinda touch starved. That would probably be why he was so quick to have sex with Pico.. It's also why he was so eager to show Whitty affection. That and there was no way the guy has never had a damn hug.

"Do you like this?" Whitty asked Boyfriend softly, and the smaller swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah it.. feels nice.. Do you like it?" He threw the question back, which Whitty didn't expect. That feeling again, in his chest this time. This is probably what Girlfriend meant. What it's like to like somebody. Or even love somebody. They made eye contact, and Whitty took his time to finally slow down and look. Boyfriend had such cute little cheeks.. He knew really nothing about societal body standards, but Boyfriend was nothing short from beautiful. His smooth, milky white skin, and the red hot blush that dusted across his cheeks, and his little button nose.

Most people wanted blue eyes, or green eyes, or eyes that change color, but Boyfriend's pitch black irises held more emotion than he's seen in anyone else's. "Yeah.." Whitty smiled, hugging the male tighter. "I really like it."

Boyfriend laughed a little, his own arms wrapped tightly around Whitty's torso, honestly trying to get as much warmth as he could get.

They hung around the area for a good few hours, cuddling the entire time of course, watching the sun move around in the sky. Boyfriend took it among himself to talk to him about how big the world is, and just how many things were on this planet. He saved the 'We're on a giant rock floating in space" talk for another day. He didn't want him to have an existential crisis so soon.

It was around five in the afternoon when they decided to start making their journey back home. Whitty felt enlightened, happy, and.. safe. Boyfriend wasn't the scariest looking dude, he certainly wouldn't be able to protect them if something were to happen. Whitty didn't mind though. He.. loved him? For who he was. He's done so much for him already, now he's gonna do stuff for him in return, and show him how much he appreciates him.

"You wanna stop and eat somewhere? I'm kinda hungry." Boyfriend put a hand on his growling belly, and Whitty hummed in thought. "If you can afford it." Boyfriend playfully glared up at him. "I told you not to worry about money with me." He gently punched his hip, but winced as his hand connected with literal fucking metal. Right, mostly robot. "That's what you get for not letting me worry about your financial situation." The taller laughed lightly, beginning to walk ahead as Boyfriend stood behind to recuperate.

"You fucken-" Boyfriend began to retort, but soon couldn't really hear much. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his body hurl itself backwards. He tumbled across the pavement, seeing nothing but white for a good few seconds. Inhaling a gasp, he opened his eyes and looked up at the slightly cloudy sky. What the fuck was that?? All he could hear was a high pitch ringing, which could mean..

He quickly looked down in front of him, his eyes wide with fear. "Whitty?? No no, Whitty!" Whitty's body lay unmoving on the pavement some ways from him. His voice was muffled in his own head. What happened?? Can he just explode at random?? He scrambled over to him, examining his headless body. He's exploded before, but there was an indicator for when he would explode. His fuse wasn't lit this time. What.. What caused it??

They weren't too far into the city, just enough for the lower income houses and some empty lots to be visible. "Jesus christ.. I-It's okay Whitty, it'll be okay,  fuck.." He whimpered out softly. He did all he could, lifting his body by the arms and beginning to carry him out of the open. They sat behind some random building, the ground littered with trash and dirt. It smelled pretty bad, but that didn't matter now.

What mattered was that Whitty woke up safe and sound.

[writing-in-april]

Souvenir

Poe Dameron x Sex Worker Female Reader

Summary: Poe’s found himself in a tight spot after a run in with the first order. Reader helps him out by lending him some clothes, though they aren’t exactly the proper attire.

A/N: Day 2 of 7 for my 500 follower celebration! This is my first Poe smut so I’m a bit nervous, I’ve only posted an angst piece for him before. I saw this post recently again and my head like ran wild with possibilities. Thanks to @reidlusts for helping fuel my thoughts! The premise is a bit ridiculous but I love it anyway! Requests are open!

Warnings: Leia’s infamous gold bikini but owned by someone else, Cross dressing, Reader is a stripper, Sub Poe, Begging, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex, Sex with a stranger

Masterlist Word count: 2.65k

The streets of Corellia were not a place I should have been in the dead of night but it's not like I had any choice in the matter. All the money I earned from work was invested in my savings so I could buy a ship to find a way off this wretched planet.

Speaking of work, it had been especially grueling today, the patrons had been more sleazy than normal (which was saying something) and my back was tense from the constant stress I had been put under by the manager. Normally, I’d be grateful for the job I had, stripping was not the most noble profession to have according to some people. But, it was the job that paid the most on this skughole planet plus it was a great boost for my confidence. However, the tension screaming in my body as I walked home that night dashed away any gratitude I had for the job at the moment.

If most of Corellia’s people had not been scum of the earth I would’ve found someone to warm my bed for the night. I’d have to be content with my own hand tonight I guess, I’d rather not get some disease by sleeping with a mildly attractive smuggler.

A noise from the back alley behind me caused me to swivel my head around. If one didn’t pay enough attention here you’d be robbed blind before you could even blink, so just for extra protection I pulled out my small blaster I had only for emergencies and set it to stun.

“Who’s there!” I shouted out with all the conviction I could muster, even though I had lived on Corellia for my entire life every time something like this happened I shook with a bit of fear.

I didn’t get a sentence out of whoever the stranger in the alley was, more of a rough grunt that sounded like whoever it was was in a struggle. Not wanting anyone to fall into harm's way I broached the entrance of the alleyway only to find something I wasn’t expecting. Instead of a man in a fight with another like I was expecting there was a singular man who was trying to put out a small fire that had erupted and had spread to the jacket he’d been wearing. Once I had gotten over the odd sight I moved forward to try and help him by pulling the jacket off of him, the stranger jumped at first not expecting the sudden touch of my hands. Pulling the leather jacket off swiftly I threw it on the ground, stomping it with my boots to get the flames to die. I got the fire to cease eventually though I was almost positive the jacket was ruined by the flames anyway.

“Thank you.” The mysterious stranger said gruffly sounding just as tense as I was. I turned to face him expecting a rougher man then I was met with. He looked like he had been through Mustafar and back, especially his clothes which were as destroyed as his jacket. Though he did have an air of familiarity to him.

“Aren’t you the flyboy that’s on those resistance posters?” He looked a little frightened at my words, probably afraid I’d turn him into whoever had been chasing him on this planet. I had recognized him specifically from the ones that were plastered outside the walls the club I worked at filled with the same shot of what I presumed to be the man in front of me. I put my gun away into my bag to reassure him slightly and made sure to put the safety back on.

“Yeah Poe- Poe Dameron” He supplied to me after a long pause of him gazing over me, no doubt trying to find out how much trust he could place in a stranger walking home from a strip club. I then gave him my name, a small token of good faith to him even though it was not nearly as important or valuable as his. “Do you happen to have anything I could change into in that bag of yours? I’d be eternally grateful.” I hesitated heavily before answering his question. Normally, I would help anyone in any sort of trouble even though I had little to spare myself. But, the options that I held in my bag seemed far more inadequate to me compared to the burnt clothing he was wearing.

“Ummm, the only thing I really have is this…” I pulled out what I had been wearing during my show earlier in the day, my cheeks blushing hard at the thought of the handsome pilot wearing my undergarments. The set I had been wearing was gold and maroon in color, it was rather expensive though it was worth buying for the extra tips I got just from wearing it. The gold wound around the bra in elegant detailing that paired perfectly with the bottoms that were made of a heavy gold chain that had a barely there flowing maroon skirt.

“No it’s fine I’ll just stay in this” He immediately remarked with a flushed face as soon as he had gotten a good look at what I had pulled out of my bag. I would have dropped the subject then and there if it wasn’t for the fact that one of his pant legs was almost completely shredded leaving less to the imagination then even my skimpy set and his shirt looked like it was hanging on his back by a thread.

“The walk to my apartment isn’t far, I’ve got more suitable clothes there, you wouldn’t have to wear it for long.” I hesitantly said not wanting to push him too far and push him away from someone who could partially insure his safety for the night.“Plus, I have a communicator you could use to get word back to the resistance.” He still hesitated at my offer, I didn’t know if it was still because of the outfit he’d have to wear or whether he was trying to contemplate if he could trust me fully or not. He’d already given me his name, which in these parts would be worth precious credits to most. Still, he must have weighed his options in his head, realizing that the random stranger in the streets was the only road ahead. He nodded his head in confirmation and hesitantly took the pile from me, then I turned around to give him some privacy.

Really the only thing he needed to put on was the bottoms so I was surprised to see that he put the top on at all, but maybe it just helped him feel more covered. The top fit much different on him compared to how it looked on me, I dare say he looked better than I ever did.

The bikini bottoms were the most scandalous part of the ensemble on Poe to say the least. It hid very little from the imagination- and it was only hidden by the long strip of maroon fabric that came down the middle. If he shifted in the slightly wrong direction I’d end up getting an eyeful I’m sure.

I couldn’t stop staring at the almost ethereal sight before me of the resistance poster boy being dressed in my lingerie, the only thing ruining the perfect image was the fact that we were still on the dirty streets of Corellia. Shaking my head I tried to get the image of his tan body in my clothes, though that didn’t really work too well the image of him was still burned into my eyes. Instead of dwelling on how much I wanted to jump his bones any longer I grabbed his hand guiding him quickly through the streets to get home fast and hopefully avoid any prying eyes that I’m sure Poe didn’t want gazing on his half naked body.

When we got to my rundown apartment I paused a little before leading him to my bedroom, even though my intentions were completely innocent, I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. I was surprised when he quietly sat on my bed not moving to remove the undergarments immediately or asking to get me some other clothes. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? I contemplated to myself in disbelief- there was no way he would do everything I wanted to do to him.

However, when I looked back up his eyes were blown wide in lust and I could see that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I commanded dominance over him as I straddled his thigh, then pulled him into a kiss full of teeth and tongue that gave away just how desperate he already was for me.

“You ok with me being in charge?” I asked after reluctantly pulling away from his lips, I wanted to make sure that he really did truly want this as much as I did. I didn’t have to wait for a response to this question I asked as he confirmed it to me with a breathless yes. So I then stripped off the rest of my clothes and moved to restraddle his thigh.

His muscled thigh flexed underneath me as I started to rock my hips over it to bring myself to pleasure, the barely there skirt was then bunched up into my hands to get a better look at him even though he was practically naked already. As I continued to undulate my hips on his thigh Poe became restless, his hands fisting the sheets underneath him until they looked as though they could break from the pressure. Even though I hadn’t explicitly told him he could not touch me without permission he seemed to understand that only I was able to give him what he wanted, he couldn’t just take it for himself. He had to ask politely- and maybe beg a little.

“Please.” Brokenly came from his lips while his head tipped back in frustration. I used the hand that wasn’t bunched up in the skirt to wrap around his jaw and tug his face back forward to look at me.

“Please what? What do you want?” His eyes went glassy almost like he was going to cry from my words alone.

“Please let me touch you!” The cry of his words from his lips was beautifully desperate and it was almost enough for me to give in. Instead I moved both of my hands to his, taking them in mine and pinning them above his head while leaning forward.

“No.” I whispered tauntingly into his ear, biting a little on the shell of his ear a little before continuing,“You don’t sound desperate enough.”

The high-pitched whine that came up from his throat made my clit throb, loving the way desperation looked on him. His whole body now glistening with sweat as well as his jet black curls that were falling down around his face, ruining the perfect image of the poster boy ruined just for me. I pulled off of him just before reaching my release, the only thing I wanted to be orgasming on was what was teasing me beneath the skirt and chain.

Slipping my hand underneath the gold chain of the bottoms I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, I bit my lip in anticipation of what I was going to do next- thinking about how big he’d feel inside me. I wanted to keep the outfit on him while fucking him so I pulled the panties down just enough so his cock sprung free. I started jerking him a bit making sure to spit into my palm to get my hand nice and slick for him. I didn’t do it to get him hard as he was already definitely there, I just liked to hear his incoherent pleads.

Finally I obliged the man who was now well past desperate after all the teasing from me, his eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill over. I moved to fully straddle him lining up his cock to my wet hole. When I sunk down I made sure to go slowly to feel every part of him with the added plus of his choked sounds every time I took him a little deeper.

‘“Please can I touch you now?!” He almost growled out once I settled all the way down on him, though it changed into a dragged out high pitched whine,“I’ve been so good for you..”

“Yes you have been really good.” I pretended to contemplate his words for a second while starting to roll my hips in a steady rhythm, before pulling his hands from above his head to rest on my hips, giving silent permission for him to touch me to his heart’s content.

He took my permission immediately and ran with it, he lifted his torso up so he was now sitting up chest to chest with me then dipping his head down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. He then started to meet my thrusts harshly pulling us both towards our respective releases at vigorous speed.

My release hit me after a blissful buildup, it was the longest most devastating orgasm I had had in forever, so powerful that it was borderline painful. After my high satiated I went back to rocking my hips fiercely to try and give Poe as good a release as I had just had. As soon as I wrapped my hand back around his jaw, pulling him into a filthy kiss then whispering “Cum for me” into his lips his release broke over him. I pulled out just in time, wrapping my hand around him to milk his high, he met the twists of my wrist with his own shallow thrusts to prolong his release. After a few more thrusts into my hand he came down, though he was still panting heavily. We sat together in content for a few minutes, Poe was cuddling into my chest while I ran my fingers through his inky black locks.

The communicator beeped, bursting the little bubble we had created just for ourselves, his general right on the other line ready to confirm his location and bring him home. He fiddled with the edge of the silken material of the skirt looking contemplative after he’d confirmed his location with the rescue team. I hoped he’d at least take my comm code with him when he left- Maybe that’s what he was worried about, I still was a relative stranger after all. I hoped he felt the immediate connection that I felt, that this wasn’t just sex. I floundered in the awkward silence cracking my knuckles a bit while he continued to fiddle with the edges of the fabric.

“Keep it… As a souvenir.” It may have been an expensive purchase and it would be a pain to give away but I knew I could never wear it again around my workplace without thinking about the man that was about to leave me.

“Could I take you as a souvenir as well?” His words shocked me- He wanted me to come with? I hadn’t shown him any skills that would be valuable to the resistance (I was a pretty damn good pilot but everyone on Corellia was)- The only explanation is that he wanted me to come back with him because he liked me, enough at least to want to continue being in my presence.

“You want me to come with you?” He nodded and looked at me with melancholy eyes, almost like he thought I was going to say no. I was taken aback by his sudden care for a person he’d just met, there was no way in Mustafar that I was going to say no, I’d gladly be his souvenir any day.

[sharktoothedboys]

Scarred

This is a short head cannon about how Kirishima and Bakugo react to you becoming insecure after receiving a facial scar from a fight with a villain. 

Trigger warning: Blood and swearing

Just so everyone Knows you are all beautiful scarred or not, we are who we are and who we are is enough, its beautiful and its you. 

Here we go.....

Kirishima: He charged through the halls of the hospital screaming at anyone who would listen asking where you were. He eventually calmed down a little when he was told your location, He ran to you as fast as his legs could physically take him, finally arriving at your room he threw the door open and barged inside. Only to find you wrapped up in a hospital bed, blood covering your arms and bandage covered face as the doctors worked to clean you up. 

“What happened!!!” He yelled as a doctor tried to usher him out, his quirk activating to become an immovable object, “I am not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell has happened!” 

The doctor sighed and finally explained to him that someone with an earth quirk had struck you in the face with a large piece of rock, leaving a lot of damage to the left side of your face from the forehead, across the eye and down to your jaw. It was going to leave a scar the even recovery girl couldn’t help. 

That was 2 months ago. 

You had become a recluse, not returning to work, not really leaving the house unless absolutely necessary and then covering your face with a scarf of some kind, you were no longer yourself and Kirshima didn’t know how to help. 

That’s how he found himself crying on the sofa of your house at 2am, being very careful not to wake you.  He was loosing you right in front of him and was powerless to do anything about it. 

“Kiri?” Your tired voice came from the doorway, he looked up to see you tiredly rubbing your eyes and watching him with a sad look on your face, “What’s wrong?”

He choked back a sob and dried his eyes with the back of huis hand. 

“Nothing, lets just go to bed.” He replies his signature grin evident on his face. 

“No, you were crying, please tell me what’s wrong...” You sniffed, thinking you already knew the answer. “Is it because of how I look now?” 

His eyes widened in horror. Is that what you thought of him? Of yourself? 

“NO!” He all but screamed as he ran to you scooping you up in his large arms and holding you close to him, feeling more relaxed as you melted in to his touch. “Look at me,” he grabbed your chin and gently smoothed some hair from your face, your beautiful face. “Nothing on this planet would ever make me sad about the way you look, I know how upset it has made you and i feel like if I was just there that day I could have protected you and you would never have to feel this way about yourself.” 

You used your sweater paws to wipe some stray tears from your face. 

“It’s not your fault Kiri, It was my own fault, but i can’t face myself I the mirror anymore and it was killing me thinking you didn’t see me the same way.”

“Nothing, and I mean nothing could ever take away from how beautiful I see you, your gorgeous eyes, your perfect skin, your questionable sense of humour”

You laughed.

“Absolutely no amount of scarring or anything will ever make me see you differently, you are gorgeous and I only wish you could see that yourself.”

He said to you with 100%honesty behind his words, you smiled a little as he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll try” You whispered to him, a promise to the both of you. 

Bakugo: He watched helplessly as your body was thrown to the other end of the street, he could see the blood pouring from your face, from the assault you had just received from the villain you were both currently trying to defeat. 

He had just witnessed this disgusting person impale you through the face with his metal manipulation quirk and a discarded piece of scrap metal, He never wanted to hear you make the noise again, but now you were silent, and Bakugo was pissed. 

He quickly used up his stored sweat to explode his way out of the restraints the villain had put him in and threw himself at said villain with all the force he had, knocking the villain clean out and quickly making his way to you.

He picked you up and tried to clean the blood from your face best he could. that’s hen he saw it, the huge gash starting from your right cheekbone going straight down and through your lips and ending on your chin. You’re beautiful lips. He took you straight to the hospital as fast as he could while also trying to stop the bleeding.

They managed to save your life, but all you could think was, what kind of life would you have now? the endorsements, the modelling, it would all be gone. the scar a constant reminder of the life you used to have. Or so you thought. 

A few weeks later when you were finally back at home, sat in a little bit of a pity pool, feeling sorry for yourself because well? who wouldn’t? You knew who wouldn’t, Katsuki Bakugo wouldn’t But he wouldn’t understand, so you never confided in him. You never told him of the pain you felt and how this was affecting you mentally, and he never asked. 

He came home from hero work, late, as usual and you were just sat on the sofa, flicking through the channels as per normal, nothing was on. 

“Have you done anything today?” He said, annoyance clear in his voice. 

“Hello to you too.” You retorted, this is how it was now, you were cold and shut off and didn’t really want to make conversation. Bakugo was at his witts end not knowing how to pull you back. 

“I’ll take that as a no?” He said, taking off his boots and heading to the fridge for a bottle of water. 

“Ding ding ding.” You sarcastically said. “Correct, and you prize is fuck all!” 

Bakugo almost spat out the water he was drinking at your remark that was so unlike you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” He shouted back, “What is with the shitty attitude?” 

“Oh I dunno, maybe because my life is ruined and all you did to help was knock the bastard out after it was to late!” 

“Your blaming me!?” He yelled

“Well if the shoe fucking fits!” 

Bakugo stared you down for a few seconds, looking for any kind of regret in what you just said, not finding any, he screams and throws his bottled water at the wall, the liquid going everywhere and the bottle falling quietly to the floor. 

“Real fucking mature” You say storming to your shared bedroom. Bakugo stayed out in the living room, unsure of what you just said was meant with malice or if you were still finding it hard to adjust. he slumped onto the floor down the wall and bunched his fingers in to his hair, letting out a scream as his frustrations got the better of him. 

A few hours later, he heard your little footsteps on the cold marble floor and your small sniffles as you laid a warm towel over the still lingering liquid and attempted to mop up the mess. He heard you, you had been crying and crying a lot. He raised himself up and made his way over to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, he felt you flinch a little at his touch. 

“I thought you had gone out.” You said leaning in to his touch.

“Where would I go?” he replied, “My home is here, with you.”

That made you sib even more, “Maybe to another girls place, I wouldn’t blame you, I Don’t want to look at me for the rest of my life so I wouldn’t expect you to either” 

That was it you were in Bakugos arms and lap quicker than you could ever think possible as he sat beside you and pulled you into his embrace, letting you sob uncontrollably into his chest while his hands stroked your back. 

“How could you think that of me?” He asks, a little downhearted himself. “I could never do that to you, I love you far to much.” 

His stroking stopped and you immediately missed his touch, leaning back to look at him, you see him smiling at you, “I am so Sorry Suki, I shouldn’t be taking any of this out on you, I know you did everything you could, But my life is just going to be so different now, Who’s gonna wanna look at me like this?” 

he wiped away your tears. 

“Me” He simply replied “I’ll always want to look at you.” He embraced you and you knew, you knew that at long as he wanted to look at you, then that was enough, Katsuki Bakugo was enough. 

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There we go!! Hope you guys enjoyed it!! I loved this idea and had to do it straight away!! Please like and follow, it would mean the world to me!!

[aspergerasparagus]

Some Alone Time

Did I write Sniper Mask nasty fanfic? Yes. I apologise in advance.

Letting out a long sigh, Sniper Mask collapsed onto the bed, the soft sheets beneath him cushion his fall. It had been another long day, not just for him, but everyone. Running from the other Masks, trying to gather more supplies, listening to a bunch of teenage girls talking incessantly about who knows what. He might have tried to zone out of their conversation after about a couple of hours of it. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoyed the company, even if he wouldn’t show it outwardly but still. It was exhausting after awhile. He had never been a “people” person if you could call it that, preferring his own company most of the time.

Letting out a small yawn he tossed his hat onto the bed beside him before he ran a gloved hand through his hair, tousling it slightly as he relaxed back into the plump pillows that covered the head of the bed. The girls had long since gone to bed. Well hopefully they had. He had gone into check on them only to find them playing some sort of high school sleepover game well after they had wished him goodnight. He let out a soft chuckle as he thought about them. Even after all they had been through and the powers they had all gained, they were still just 16 year olds at heart and in their down time it really shone through. Ah the ignorance of youth.

He could feel a smile tugging on his lips as he folded a hand behind his head, the other absentmindedly fiddling with his belt buckle as he attempted to settle himself down. He really should try and get some rest himself, after all they’d be up early the next morning. Wasn’t safe to settle down somewhere for too long in this world. But even with that thought still in his head, he wasn’t able to let sleep take him yet. An invasive little thought had been lingering in the back of his head for sometime now. One he had been pushing to the side and burying given there were more important concerns at the present time. However now that he was alone, relaxing in his own room and bed, the idea wormed its way back up to the surface like an annoying parasite. He was really horny.

It was his hormones he told himself. He was a young adult male, and he had… needs. Especially now that the mask had been cracked and its coding dampened by Kuon. It was something he had been trying to ignore, but on nights like this where he still had some left over pent up energy it was hard to deny them. Letting out a groan of annoyance he glared up at the ceiling. This wasn’t the best place to really indulge himself. Imagine being caught by a Mask or worse one of the girls halfway through the act. He grimaced at the thought and brought a hand up to his masked forehead trying to dispel the thought. Yeah that would be enough to get him to throw himself off one of the buildings even without the masks suicide code input.

Letting out another sigh he glanced down at his body, sprawled out on the bed, his hand still fiddling with his belt. His eyes darted to the door, assessing the situation. From what he could hear, the girls talking had finished a while back and now he could only hear their soft breathing coming from the room adjacent to his. They were all out for the count. And even if one of them did stir, he’d hear it the moment they did. Dragging his eyes away he hesitated slightly before cautiously running his fingers gently over the front of his trousers. Maybe… maybe he could get away with it. As long as it was quick. Just something to help him get to sleep. Chewing the inside of his cheek he weighed up his options before muttering a soft “fuck it” under his breath as he began to palm himself through his pants.

It really had been far too long since he did this. His body immediately started to respond to his touch as he felt himself hardening up nicely under the teasing touches. Letting out a breathy groan he rolled his hips slowly against his palm, savouring how his trousers restricted his movements slightly, tightening around his hips and groin as he rocked against himself. There was a certain thrill he’d never admit, but getting off while still dressed had always appealed to him. The nicer the outfit, the more he got his rocks off. A lady in a gorgeous expensive evening gown would set him off, but a man in a tailored made suit was in a whole different ball game. His hand hesitated slightly at the last thought as he silently cursed himself. Burying his head against the pillow he shut his eyes trying to push the thought away but still it remained.

Sniper Mask knew he liked women. Of course he did, he was a man after all! But as he had gotten older he had found his gaze… wandering. Wandering over to members of the same sex. He had come to the realization sometime during his teens that maybe he wasn’t entirely straight. Bisexual was the word he had heard mentioned once, that was probably what he would call himself. Not that he’d voice it allowed, hell he even struggled to say it to himself now. It wasn’t bad, he knew that, but something akin to a stigma still hung around the word for him. The idea of liking both sexes was still a new concept to him, something he still had yet to fully explore. Something he would probably never explore now that he was stuck in this damn other dimension. Fiddling with the sheets with his free hand he eyed his obviously tented pants before letting his finger gently trace over the shape. He could maybe entertain the idea tonight. Just for tonight.

Working his hand over his crotch again he let out a soft moan as he let his fantasy play out in his head. He imagined it was a well dressed man touching him. Expensive suit, accessories that would cost an arm and a leg to afford, gently touching him, working him up into a frenzy as he spoiled him. He’d give Sniper everything he wanted and more, just wanting to see the other man enjoying himself in the throws of passion. Another soft swear escaped Sniper’s lips as he groped himself roughly through his trousers, fuck that was a hot idea. He could almost see them, kissing every exposed piece of skin he could, all the while whispering praises which Sniper would return in earnest. But the touching wouldn’t be enough, he’d need more.

Eyes snapping open Sniper let himself catch his breath for a moment as he came to a realisation. He needed more. His hand wasn’t enough this time. He needed to get off to this fantasy, it really was too good of an opportunity to miss. Turning his head he eyed up the numerous other pillows surrounding his head. Was he really going to stoop to this? Throwing what little shame he had left to the side he quickly snatched up one of the pillows. Before he had time to reconsider he rolled over to his knees and positioned himself over the pillow, propping it up against himself as his cock ached painfully inside the confines of his trousers. Wasting no time he ground his crotch against the fabric, letting out a louder than intended moan as he pushed the pillow harder against himself. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. It would just be enough to get him off good and hard, plus it just added more to his little fantasy. It wasn’t a pillow in the fantasy snuggly buried between his thighs, it was his fantasy man. Both of them were moaning each other's names as Sniper got them both off. Being the more dominant one fit his persona better, so having his current lay begging under him while telling how good it was was really appealing to him like nothing else. Fuck he wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

What would the other think if they found him now, desperately humping a pillow as he moaned and grunted as he imagined that it was another man beneath him. Sniper felt a wave of shame roll over his as his hips hesitated slightly but he shook his head, dispelling the thought. Who gave a damn right now what they thought. He just wanted to finish, and finish hard. He could deal with the shame and regret after he had cum.

Panting now, drool dripping down the side of his mask slightly as he continued to fuck himself against the pillow, he knew he was getting close. He could feel the damp patch staining the front of his trousers now, as his cock begged for release. Maybe he could tease this out for longer? Edge himself and not let himself finish for another couple of minutes, just so he could revel in the delicious agony of denying himself only to get lost in the intense pleasure that was sure to follow. Maybe if he found a partner like the man in his fantasies he could really entertain the idea. Sniper had to bite his lip as another pathetic noise escaped his mouth. Fuck, oh fuck imagine. He bet if he found someone like that they’d work him up into a pitch only to pull away at the last moment, not out of cruelty but just to cater to his every fantasy. Crying out, Sniper snapped his eyes closed as he picked up his pace, cock rubbing against his trousers as he humped the pillow even faster. He couldn’t last given that last thought and with a broken moan he climaxed, spilling himself into confides of his trousers as he desperately rode out his orgasm.

After a minute or two he flopped forward onto the bed, completely exhausted and panting softly as he came down from his post orgasm high. That had been intense and it had taken everything out of him, finding himself rather sleepy now finally. However the bliss was soon overshadowed by the creeping realisation of what he had done. Groaning he rolled off the pillow and cringed as he noted the obvious wet patch on both the front of his trousers and the pillow. He really couldn’t believe he had done that, and to that fantasy of all things. Covering his eyes he swore softly to himself before sluggishly pulling himself off the bed, taking the pillow with him. He needed a shower. A very hot one. Something to help wash away the memory of what he had done and just how good it had made him feel. As he headed into the bathroom he stopped by the closet and threw the soiled pillow as far back into it as he could. Out of sight out of mind as they say. But even as he closed the door to the mess he had made the memory of his fantasy still lingered in the back of his head, making his cheeks heat up as he replayed it over and over.

[s1cparvism4gna]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing & angst

Pairings: Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross, Sam Drake x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch, @courtenbae, @ammaliatrici

A/N: I will fix the read now later today

Chapter 18

Sam’s POV

I sighed as the wind pushed back my hair, air drying myself and my clothes a bit. Also it was hot as hell. So this nice breeze was doing me a great service. I wiped the shmutz off the tinted glass of a pair of aviators I happened to find in the back seat. “These are nice, heh?” I said, examining the quality and putting them on my face before turning to Sunny with a rather charming smile (if I do say so myself). She didn’t even move. She stayed with her chin resting in her hand as she leaned on the side of the car; Staring at the Indian wilderness as it passed by, wind pushing at her curls. I huffed and shook my head, noticing Chloe glancing at us from the rear view mirror. She frowned a bit and then returned her eyes to the rocky path before us.

“Look! Railroad tracks!” Nadine pointed out. Sunny’s head shot right up as she moved to the middle seat to lean forward for a better look. Right ahead in the distance was a bunch of abandoned cars on the tracks.

“We’ll stop here, then.” Chloe said, pulling on the hand brake and the car skidded in the mud for a second. All of us hopped out of the 4x4, our boots landing on the ground heavily. We all groaned. I was sure all of our bodies were aching— I, myself, was tired and sweaty. My hands were dirty and bruised (much like the rest of me) with a few cuts that had yet to be looked at. And I mean the way my knees felt after that simple jump… but it was better than being left to drown in a flooded chamber, I’ll tell you that. Luckily, my cigarettes had dried so immediately I pulled one and lit it. I needed one. With the way Sunny was acting and how this job was going, I needed a bit of nicotine in my system to help me along.

“Asav will definitely have lookouts throughout the area.” Nadine told us.

“Best be careful then, huh?” Sunny commented, adjusting her jeans.

“Right, right, right… And then we lose the tusk.” I added sarcastically. Sunny made a face. One I knew all too well. One she tended to make when she was done with whatever “pessimistic” outlook I tended to have on things.

“Jesus Christ, Sam—” Sunny groaned, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“Ay— I’m just bein’ realistic here!” I retorted. Nadine chimed in as well, also rather fed up with me.

“You’re welcome to stay behind if you’d like.” She said. I made a sarcastic expression, mocking her.

Chloe calmly hushed us up, shaking her head, tired of the ongoing arguments and petty comebacks between us all.

“All right, all right… Less talking, more walking.” She said before hopping off the cliff. Sunny looked at me in disbelief and forced out a rather derisive laugh.

“Sounds good to me.” She said, following Chloe off the cliff. I groaned stressfully; letting smoke fill my lungs and exit my nostrils as I watched her walk away, dropping down to the next level. I picked up my pride and began to follow them as well.

“So all that time with Asav and you couldn’t get any intel on the buyers?” Nadine asked me.

“He’s uh…. he’s a cagey one, Asav is. Never talked shop in front of me really.” I answered, adjusting my newfound sunglasses in the sunlight.

“Gee, I wonder why not…” I heard Sunny comment sardonically ahead of us.

“Sunny, you’re being very puerile right now.” I said to her.

“Ooo, look at the ex con using his big boy words.” She replied with a rapid fire tongue. I rolled my eyes and took another drag. I decided I’d be the grown up here and ignore it… Sort of.

“Hey, he believed me long enough to think I was an expert in all this Hoy-sah-la crap.” I said rather pigheadedly.

“It’s Hoysa-lah. Not Hoy- sah-la.” Sunny corrected me.

“All right, Hermione.” I shrugged, trying my best not to let her get to me. But, boy, she was really working on my nerves.

“Thanks for keeping him busy for us.” Chloe said suddenly, taking me out of my thoughts and smiling at me as she looked at me with those stunning blue eyes. It was clear to see why I slept with her to begin with. There was a calm about her that tended to ease even the most chaotic of souls. I wanted to be calmed too. I wanted to be near that energy for just a moment. But in retrospect, it wasn’t worth it. Not to have Sunny this upset with me. I’d take it back if I could… I ran my fingers through my hair nervously and nodded, feigning a confidence that wasn’t really there to begin with.

“Yeah, I mean, I knew everything would work out…. I just wanted to buy you guys some time…. in case you were coming to get me.” I said, looking over the edge of the next cliff. She placed a gentle roughed up hand on my arm and squeezed it.

“Of course we were!” She grinned. Her energy brought a faint smile to my face and I forced a laugh, leaning towards her.

“Seriously, though. Thanks. I thought I was a goner.” I whispered to her.

“I wouldn’t let that happen. Sunny wouldn’t let that happen.” She said, nodding in her direction. I sighed. Even being upset with me, she once again saved my ass. “And your brother would never let me hear the end of it.” She added. I burst into laughter as I followed her across the cliff. Sunny and Nadine both looked back at me. Neither was very happy with me. They seemed to be talking amongst themselves. I could only imagine what about.

We walked along the green grass, looking out at the tracks that hovered above a misty and grassy wetland. It was rather nice if I was being honest. India had spectacular views and I was glad I got to see it all. That Sunny got to see it all. She deserved to see the world more than anybody. I finished my cigarette and tossed the filter over the edge as we came upon a waterfalled cave. Looking in, there was a mudslide inside. “Let’s find out where this goes.” Chloe said before jumping in and sliding away. I stepped aside and gestured to the cave.

“Ladies first.” I sighed. Nadine glared at me, bumping her muscular shoulder into me as she passed, knocking me off balance.

“Very mature.” I grumbled as she slid down after Chloe. Sunny just walked by and slid down without even really looking at me. I took a deep breath and slid down after her.

“I found the train tracks! Sort of….” I heard Chloe say as I approached the bottom. Sitting at the door of the hill were a bunch of broken slabs of wood. The cave probably was once part of a train route from what I gathered. As we came out onto the sunlit cliff, we could see more tracks in the distance.

“It’s weird to see everythin’ sorta go back to normal… After bein’ around Hoysala ruins all day. More modern structures are showin’ up now.” Sunny said as she looked around. I took the opportunity to attempt a conversation again.

“Well it’s either British or Portuguese. So not quite modern. Probably around 18— aaand you don’t care…” I said, biting my lip. Sunny grunted as she dropped to the ground to follow Chloe. I threw my head back in discouragement. Nadine shrugged as she looked at me and began to go behind them. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me, her bright brown eyes narrowed.

“You did a stupid thing, Drake. She’s hurt.” She told me. I blinked at her a couple times. It seemed like she was maybe trying to…..help me. I wrinkled my bushy brows as I continued to listen to her. “I don’t know why but… she loves you. And she won’t say it. Not to your face. But I know she does care a great deal about you. Just give her some time.” She said. I was surprised. When did she start to care about how Sunny was feeling? Regardless, I took the advice and pushed on. Just as I jumped down, I watched Sunny be the first to cross a wooden beam. Immediately, that familiar niggling feeling kicked in.

“Sunny, what the hell?! Is that thing even stable?!” I yelled. She just kept going until she got to the other side.

“It’s fine. Hurry up and cross it before it’s not. Your luck, it’ll break in half.” She retorted, climbing a wall and crawling into a tight space. As she disappeared, I couldn’t help but to be surprised. Heights weren’t her thing. Now all of a sudden it’s “Balls to the Wall”, “No Guts, No Glory”? Maybe the job had cured her of her acrophobia. Or maybe I pissed her off that much…

I followed the girls across the beam and through the crawl space (And no. It didn’t break). Above us, the sound of a chopper could be heard. The winds from its propellers pushing the treetops about, shaking loose leaves to the ground. As long as we stayed in the shadows and tree lines, I knew we’d be fine. “Asav thinks we’re all dead. Let’s keep it that way.” Nadine said, before heading up more rocks. It was interesting seeing her on the other side of enemy lines. And even better, without a gun to my head. Or a knife to my throat. Maybe if I asked the right questions, I could find a glimpse of a person inside that walking dead shell.

“So, Nadine—” I began but she growled and folded her strong arms across her chest.

“We are not on a first name basis.” She said. I chuckled.

“Okay, fine… I heard you worked for Asav, too?” I asked, carefully.

“What about it?” She grunted, narrowing her eyes and cocking a thin brow.

“I mean… How did you deal with the torture?” I asked.

“Wha… Did he torture you??”

“Oh yeah...” I groaned in all seriousness. He didn’t torture me physically but he might as well have. “Wouldn’t stop talkin’ about himself or his cause. Like, I get it, man. You don’t gotta sell me on it— I’m just lookin’ to make some scratch, y’know?” I chuckled lightly. Chloe shook her head and groaned.

“I can’t stand when people prattle on incessantly.” She said, climbing the next short cliff ahead.

“God, me either.” I agreed. Then Sunny walked by making some odd noise of disgust.

“Wow, you have so much in common.” She said, staley before climbing the cliff behind Chloe. I took a deep breath to calm myself. At this point, she was really just irking me. I’m not exactly what you would call a patient man. But I was enjoying the job, to be honest. And I damn sure wasn’t gonna let her ruin it.

We followed Chloe up the inside of a waterfall’s cave and out through thick vines. “If I had known, I would’ve packed my machete.” She said simply, herself and Nadine pushing the vines apart. The way Sunny’s face lit up when she said that, almost made me forget I was in hot water for a moment. Her big brown eyes, widening and practically shimmering as her freckled cheeks fattened up when she gave that dazzling smile. I could feel my ears burning up and I turned away to light myself a cigarette. Chloe gave her a doting smile as she passed between the vines.

“You have a machete?” She asked, softly.

“Tell you what. We make it out of this alive? I’ll mail it to you.” Chloe grunted as she struggled to keep the vines apart. She nodded to Nadine to go next but just to be an ass, I slid in at the last second.

“Thank you, good gentlewomen.” I grumbled as I weaved my slender limbs through to the other side. Sunny just crossed her arms and scoffed at me. I huffed, dropping my shoulders and gesturing to the vines. “They’re gonna need someone to hold open the other end!” I said, trying to cover myself. But truthfully, I wasn’t a total ass. “Come grab the other side.” I told her as I let my cigarette hang loosely between my lips. I grabbed a vine towards the middle and began to pull.

She stared at me a moment and groaned lightly as she came to grab the other vine. She grunted as she began to pull as well, her muscles taut and flexing as she did as much as she could. Just then Nadine had come out, then Chloe. Soon as they were fine, the path was pretty clear. Even for Sunny, who had already run and jumped across the rushing ravine and was starting to climb up the seeable handholds. I rushed across after her just to make sure she’d be okay. She made it up and over the cliff with no problems. I was impressed. It was like for the first time, I was seeing Treasure Hunter Sunny Spurrs. She didn’t need me. She was excellent all on her own. Which in a way made me feel stupid for thinking my selfish thoughts before. I climbed over the cliff and Sunny reached out a hand to help me up. Just then, I could hear rocks crumbling below us. I looked down to see Chloe falling into the ravine and sliding down off a cliff. All I could hear was her screaming. The both of us (and I’m sure Nadine) gasped, calling out her name.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. But Nadine raised her hand to us a moment and listened closely. I guess she could hear something we couldn’t.

“She’s okay!” She yelled to us. “I’m gonna follow her! You two stay close! We’ll meet up!” She said before jumping into the ravine and down the mudslide, after Chloe. I could hear Sunny groan and swear loud as hell like she couldn’t stand to be with me or something. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me. We didn’t have time for this.

“Alright, ENOUGH!” I barked, tossing my cigarette off the edge, forcing out the excess smoke from my lungs through my nostrils in an ire manner. I stood up and turned to look at her with a screwed up expression. Sunny looked at me like I had lost my mind. And maybe I had… I wasn’t so sure. “You’re gonna have to talk to me sometime...” I told her. Begged her, really. She shook her head, chuckling at me. She placed her hands on her hips and bit her lip, standing her ground.

“You really wanna do this now?” Sunny asked me, raising her voice as she approached me slowly. I nodded. I was amped up and tired of the third degree.

“When the hell else are we gonna be able to do it, Sunny?! Yeah! Yeah, I wanna do this now. Right now!” I said in an authoritative voice, puffing my chest out a little. A snarl curled at her lips as she boldly looked me in the eyes.

“Alright then, let’s fuckin’ get to it!!” She shrilled, angrily. Last time she yelled at me like this, I had left for Libertalia without her and we both thought Nathan had gotten hurt. She was just as scary as I remembered. Maybe I shouldn’t have picked this fight so soon. But it had to happen. We needed it out of the way so we could work without distractions. Most of all…. I just wanted my girl back. For real this time. Sunny looked up at me, her eyes never leaving mine, nostrils flaring like an angry bull and her lips pursed; possibly biting her tongue from starting off with the hard hitting questions right away. But this is Sunny we’re talking about. She couldn’t help it. It just wasn’t in her nature to be subtle or tactical in any way. She had to attack it head on.

“Chloe? Really, bro? No offense to Chloe at all, but how desperate are you?!” She exclaimed. I had to laugh. Never in my life had I been before called….

“Desperate?! No, sweetheart. I ain’t desperate—” I chuckled, raising my voice in irritation, both of us beginning to lose our temper.

“So then what the hell, Sam?!” She shouted, furrowing her brow at me. That wasn’t fair. She’d been holding onto this anger about me and Chloe for so long. Yet she hadn’t brought a word about herself to the table.

“What about you?! Huh?!” I shouted, opening my arms to her, welcoming any excuses she could give me. I might be a hardass but I do have my feelings, too. “You don’t get to yell at me about sleepin’ with other people, Sunny!”

“And why the fuck not?!” She yelled. Since we were putting it all out there, I didn’t think it’d hurt if I begged the question.

“How long you been sleepin’ with him?” I asked in a tone so calm, it even scared myself. I stared her in her eyes, waiting for an answer I thought already knew. Her expression never faltered though.

“Who?” She asked, playing dumb. But she knew exactly who I was talking about.

“Erik.” I said, firmly. After I brought it up, my heart began to speed. To be honest, I was a little scared to know. But I could see she really thought I was oblivious to it all.

“Sam—” she began.

“Do I look stupid to you?! Eh, do I?!” I interrupted. “D-Did ya think I didn’t notice? That I didn’t see it? All those little looks he gave you? And still gives you! The way he hugs and kisses all over you? ‘My little Sunflower’?!” I bombarded her with information and evidence that didn’t take me long to pick up during my week of being in San Francisco. She and everyone around her was an open book. The look on Erik’s face when he looked at her like she was the last source of water on earth. Like he was absolutely infatuated— no. In love with this woman. I knew it well. It was the face I made at her quite often.

“Sam, I told you he’s my best frie—” she started but I didn’t want excuses.

“Just answer the goddamn question!” I snapped. She was talking around in circles and I didn’t have time for it. We didn’t have time for it.

“Since long before I met you.” She growled, staring me deep into my eyes. I stared her down and she looked right back. I wasn’t intimidating her for anything. Why I thought I could for a moment, I didn’t know. Nobody scared Sunny Spurrs. Something about knowing officially that she slept with Erik… It hurt more than I thought. And suddenly, I began to understand how she must’ve been feeling. On the other hand though, I couldn’t help but wonder… I winced before bringing up my next question. This one I hoped wasn’t true.

“So you’ve been leading him on? Have you been leading me on?” I asked. I couldn’t be lead on. I didn’t have time for it. I was a grown man with grown man shit to do, treasures to discover. Putting energy into something that wasn’t going anywhere was the last thing I wanted to do.

“Sam, you fucked several girls in several countries. And you fucked Chloe! You don’t get to be pissed over the one guy I fucked, out of your seven! Did it really take so many girls to realize I was waitin’ on you?!” She exploded, throwing her arms about. Her brows knitted together and her lips curled into a snarl. I was shocked…. but she was right. As I looked into her now watering eyes, I lit myself another cigarette and shook my head. She continued on. “All summer…. I did nothin’ but think about you and your sorry ass!” Tears began spilling past her cheeks as she spoke. Here we go: I’d done it.

“Yes. I did fuck Erik. I fucked him as soon as we got back from Libertalia. One time! It was routine. He was safe, he was my friend. And I love him so much but… I’m not in love with him. After the one time we slept together, I called it off. I couldn’t do it anymore…. I just kept thinkin’ about you. So what’s your excuse asshole?!” Her lips trembled and she crossed her arms over her chest protectively, running her hands down her arms to calm her raging nerves.

I really didn’t know what to say… I began wrestling with my feelings, tapping the ashes off of my cigarette. If I kept her around, that was bye bye freedom. If I didn’t tell her how I felt, I’d lose her forever… Once I weighed these options, I knew then what I had to do. “You have no idea… how hard I tried to forget you.” was what came out. For some reason, when I argued with Sunny, things tended to come out far different than intended. In all actuality, she was the intimidating one. She made a face at my sudden comment. And I knew how it sounded already, so I took the time to get ahead of it.

“I tried... so very hard to get over you. I didn’t want that attachment— I didn’t need it. Not when I’d just gotten my life back! Not when there was still so much to do... Selfish thinking: I thought you’d only slow me down.” She looked hurt. But I had a point to all of this. I just had to get it together. “As cheesy as it sounds…… ugh…. my heart had other plans for me. I always thought the guys in the movies were overdoin’ the whole ‘missing you’ thing but…. Every time I turned around, you were there. In a beer, in a song, in some crappy silver diner menu… some stupid bracelet...” I began, chuckling nervously as I gestured to the jewelry on her arm. She didn’t laugh but a twitch came about the corner of her full lips. She looked down at her wrist and touched the bracelet a moment as if she’d forgotten it had been there all along. I didn’t know if anything I was saying was getting through to her, but I continued anyway, just bearing my feelings to her.

“Some girl tried talking to me once… All I could see in her eyes were yours. It annoyed me to shit, so I fucked her. Hoping that just maybe… I’d stop thinkin’ about you. And it worked… Not for long though. It wasn’t until I called someone else your name that I—”

“Wow, Sam. Is that supposed to make me feel better? That you called some other girl my name—” she said, starting to storm off but I grabbed her by the arm and ran in front of her to keep her from going anywhere.

“Sunny, let me finish!” I snapped. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive about it. In all honesty, it was the nerves. I couldn’t fuck this part up. I couldn’t afford to. I couldn’t afford to lose her on behalf of my stupidity. This was the important part and I needed to say it. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. Her expression was as still as stone but she stayed quiet and let me continue as I struggled to make sense of things.

“Chloe was like a wake up call for me. And I realized…. when it didn’t feel right… that I only wanted you. I didn’t care how— I just wanted you. And then back there, I thought you were gone…. I’d never been so worried to lose someone…. Y’know, it’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone and I was scared.” I said.

“Scared of what?” She asked.

“To feel…” I answered rather quickly. I hated to do it but if there was ever a time that I needed to be vulnerable, it was now. “I was scared to care… I didn’t wanna face the inevitable that I would hurt you somehow… Or that I wouldn’t be able to care for you like you’d want… I might’ve gotten what you wanted a little confused. But I think I get it now...” Her expression softened a little and I approached her, linking my large pinky with her small first finger, gently swinging out hands between us. I chewed on my lip and looked off a moment before staring into her hypnotizing brown eyes. It was time that I owned up to my mistakes…

“I shouldn’t have expected you to wait for me… I guess I just thought that maybe when I was done with my foolishness that you’d still be there. Which was stupid of me— gorgeous as you are.” I babbled. I stared at her beautiful face and began to let the apologies pour. I’d lay it as thick as I need to. I just wanted my girl back. “I screwed up, Sun. I know that. And I know… I haven’t exactly been the best character in your life… But every second I spend with you means more to me than you even know and I can’t lose th—” Before I could even finish, Sunny placed her hands on either side of my face and brought me down to kiss her warm lips. I could feel a faint smile on her as she kissed me. I seemed to melt into her as my hands circled her waist, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. I rested my forehead against hers, parting our lips to give us a moment to breath.

“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Whether I liked it or not. Although, you kinda didn’t give me a choice so...” I laughed and a small giggle sprung from her lips. One that sounded like music to my ears. It made me smile. A bout of seriousness came around as I spoke. “I need you, Sunny. And I was wrong. You don’t slow me down or hold me back. You’re in this with me. And you can hold your own. I won’t doubt you again, sweetheart.” I told her. I could see her eyes dart over every feature of my face as her thumbs stroked at my cheekbones.

“I forgive you…. and I’m sorry—”

“No, no, baby— don’t be sorry. I understand why… I really do.” I cooed, caressing her cheek and staring into her eyes. “Hey… let’s table this for later, eh? Catch up with the girls, go make some money? Maybe stop an arms deal or somethin’?” I asked, running my hands down her arms. She gave the airiest giggle. Boy, it was much better to be on her good side than bad. The whole silent treatment/ cold shoulder shit? Brutal.

“Sounds like a plan.” She said as I threw an arm around her. Suddenly, she shoved me and leaned back away.

“What?” I asked in confusion. She tuned up her face and covered her nose with her hand.

“Ross was right. You smell like ass.” She croaked our. I burst into laughter.

“Oh fuck off, loser!” I grinned, flipping her off. She just interlocked her fingers with mine and kissed my cheek.

“Let’s go do work.” She said with a smirk. And with that, we were off to finish the job.

Read More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26555698

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Hey demons, its me, ya boy! I request of you Damian trying desperately to seduce reader, trying not to be scary and intimidate him only to realize after losing his cool with one of the other egos in front of reader that reader is big sub hours.

Intimidate

Pairing: Damie x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

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I had never thought that I’d feel things again. Then I met Y/N, when I had met him my whole world had slowed down and I knew that he was the one. He didn’t treat me like a monster like most did, he didn’t treat me like the villain I was. I’ll admit that I’m not the nicest ego, most of the time coming off cold, but I was trying.

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I knocked on the door of Markiplier Manor, waiting patiently for someone to let me in. I heard the door unlock and it swung open to reveal Eric’s familiar face.

“Hey Eric, could I come in please?” I asked, gesturing to the doorway

“U-uh sure Y-Y/N” he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Oh! You mean now” He anxiously laughed, moving away from the door to let me in

“Do you know where Damien is?” I questioned swinging back and forth on my heels

“He’s uh, in his stu-study” Eric stuttered, pointing towards the corridor

“Thanks Eric, I appreciate it” I smiled at him, walking down the all too familiar hall of rooms.

I eventually found myself at the entrance of Damien’s office again. I tapped my knuckles against the wood, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. The door was soon opened, revealing a smiling Damien

“Ah Y/N I thought it was you, your knock is very distinct” He welcomed, standing aside to let me into the monochrome office. He took my hand and gave it a kiss.

I made my way over to the desk, hoisting myself up and sitting on it, swinging my legs.

“So how are things going?” I enquired, my eyes scanning over his various piles of paperwork

“The usual, Wilford’s killed a few people again, Magnum hasn’t found his treasure, Illinois is still an arrogant idiot and you are as gorgeous as ever” He explained, taking a seat in his chair.

“I see you’ve got a bunch of paperwork, as usual” I said blushing, motioning to the stacks of paper

“Yes, I never catch a break, not with the people in this place. However your presence is refreshing as always” he sighed, I patted him on the shoulder, offering him my sympathy.

I jumped towards Damien and let out a yelp as a gunshot rang out from another room. I looked at Damien, who just pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Stay here, Wil always seems to shoot things he doesn’t mean to” Damien stood up and walked out of his office, closing the door behind him. I knew that I should do as Damien told me but my curiosity got the best of me and I left the room, following the sounds of gunshots.

I peaked around the corner, seeing Wilford pointing his gun at a very angry looking Yancy.

“What the hell is going on?” Damien said, keeping his composure

“That pink punk said that my’s singin was no good” Yancy spoke, clenching his fists

“Yes I did say that because you were a bit pitchy. That was no reason to assault me” Wilford over pronounced every syllable, waving his gun about

“Wil, don’t insult other egos” Damien, held his hands behind his back, fighting to keep his frustration at bay.

“Well excuuussseee me for having an opinion” Wilford pretended to be offended, swinging his gun around carelessly

“Wil, you need to stop waving your gun around” Damien warned, as a gunshot echoed throughout the room. I let out a surprised noise that was somewhere between a shout and a squeak. Damien’s eyes went wide, presuming the worst. I patted myself over making sure that I had no extra holes.

“I’m fine, it hit the wall next to me” I sighed in relief, thinking this might be my last day on earth.

Damien’s aura immediately grew in intensity, an ear splitting noise rang throughout the room. His eyes seemed to darken until his sclera was completely black. He stalked towards Wilford whose eyes had grown wide once he realised what he had done. Damien’s teeth were gritted as he towered over Wilford.

“Wilford, your negligence has gone far enough. You endangered Y/N which is something I will not allow” He threatened as the whole room went dark.

I know that I should have been intimidated by the anger and power of Damien but I felt my pants get tight as I watched him get furious at Wilford. My fingers trailed down to my crotch as Damien’s anger grew. I had never seen him so enraged before and I’ll be honest, it was fucking hot. I tried to subtly palm myself through my pants as I watched.

“Do you understand Wilford?” Damien asked, Wilford noded “Do you understand?”

“Yes I do Damien” Wilford spoke, putting his gun away, and apologising profusely. Damien turned away from Wilford, storming over to me.

“I told you to stay in the office” He scolded, brushing his fingers over my skin to make sure that I was unscathed.

“Sorry, I was curious” I muttered, inconspicuously adjusting my pants.

“Curiosity killed the cat”

“Yeah but satisfaction brought it back” I told him, as he led me back to the office.

We entered the room, as Damien took a seat once more.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that” He apologised, fiddling with his paperwork

“I didn’t mind” I avoided eye contact “I really enjoyed it actually” I muttered under my breath, suddenly taking interest in the carpet on the floor. There was no response as I heard Damien get up from his chair. I felt a hand on my chin as he lifted my head up to meet his eyes. He gave me a fanged smirk, pressing his mouth to my ear

“I tried to ignore it but I can smell your arousal” he purred, his breath tickling my ear. I let out a squeak as his fingers caressed my inner thigh, drawing circles.

“Fuck, Damien” I breathed out, grabbing his wrist to move his hand to touch my clothed erection. He moved his mouth onto my neck, dragging his teeth against my skin. I let out a whine as he found my sweet spot, Damien smiled against my skin, biting and sucking it. “Damien, please don’t tease me” I moaned, grabbing at his dress shirt.

“You’re so impatient” he scolded, lifting my shirt over my head, then taking his suit and dress shirt off.

When I stood there nude, Damien pushed me up against the wall, pinning my hands above my head.

“I want you to beg for me” Damien growled, rubbing his hips against mine.

“Ah fuck, fuck, Damien, please, I need you inside me, please, oh fuck please” I groaned, trying to free my wrist from Damien’s grip.

“Just because you asked so nicely” He purred, letting go of my hands and picking me up by my ass, sliding me down onto his cock.

I threw my head back, banging it on the wall, as I let out a shout. Damien smiled, being smug about my reaction.

“Move, oh fuck, please move, Damien” I clawed at his back as I started rocking my hips, trying to get some pleasure. Damien relented and started to thrust in and out of me.

“Fucking hell Y/N you feel so fucking good” Damien groaned, feeling up my ass.

My back was being slammed against the wall again and again as Damien pushed in and out of me, earning shouts of pleasure from my mouth. Eventually I felt the familiar knot in my stomach.

“D-Damien I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to cum” I moaned, feeling Damien’s thrusts get harder and faster. His jaw went slack as he came with me, both of us shouting out as we reached our orgasm.

Damien set me back onto my feet, steadying my wobbling legs.

“I spent this entire time trying to seduce you with flowers, it would have been nice to know that I just had to get angry to get you horny” Damien, shrugged his jacket back on, chuckling “however I did not want this to be how it happened” He stopped chuckling as he fiddled with his jacket cuffs.

“For what to happen?” I asked, pulling my pants on

“I wanted to tell you that I love you in a romantic way, not after fucking you against the wall” Damien ran a hand through his hair, I smiled at him, taking his hand in mine

“Not everything happens the way we want it to, but it could have been worse” I giggled to myself “I love you too, you romantic loser” He gave me a small laugh, leaning in for a kiss.

[suupernovalight]

Water Gun Fight

Iwaizumi x Reader

*used female pronouns*

Idk what this is tbh

You are the manager for the boys Aoba Josai’s volleyball team. Ever since that, you’ve became friends with all the boys... but you are super close to Oikawa and Iwaizumi. They are the ones who got you into the manager position in the first place.

Since spring break was coming up, the school hosted a festival. Meaning all the classes would have to participate and create something. Many people from the town are to come by and check them out.

Your class decided to hold a water gun game. Someone went out and bought a bunch of them along with buckets to fill them up with water. After getting all that stuff, your class was ready. Tomorrow would be the festival.

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It was the next day. You were walking to class with Oikawa and Iwaizumi. While walking, you had an idea.

“Hey. Are you guys and the team doing anything after school? I mean it is the festival and I was wondering if we all could do something” you said messing with your hair.

“Hmm. I don’t think so... that’s a great idea y/n-Chan!” Oikawa cheered.

Your eyes lit up as Oikawa complemented you. “Cool cool. My class is hosting a water gun fight and I had the idea that we all could attend it, just us and the team” you smiled.

“I’m in.” Iwaizumi said.

“Same here!” Oikawa said.

You nodded and went to your class happy as ever.

~~~After School~~~

When school was done, you had to help your classmates set up. When that was done, you went out to find Oikawa and Iwaizumi. You ran down the halls to find them. When your turned a corner, you bumped into someone’s chest.

“Ah s-sorry!” You said gaining your vision back.

“Y/n, be careful” Iwaizumi said smiling.

“Hey Iwaizumi, where is Oikawa and the rest?” You asked.

“Right here!” Oikawa yelled.

You smiled and led the way to your classroom. When you guys got there, you gave them each a water gun then followed them outside to where the fight was being held.

“Alright there are 9 people here so it will be odd teams.” You said.

While you were talking, Oikawa was messing with Iwaizumi.

“So Iwa... you should be on a team with y/n-Chan. Didn’t you say you... liked her~” Oikawa taunted.

Suddenly, Iwaizumi sprayed Oikawa’s face with water.

“Shut up.” Iwaizumi said.

After explaining the rules, you decided to pick yourself and Oikawa as team captains. Oikawa let you choose first so you chose Iwaizumi.

“Awh y/n-channn I was gonna choose him” Oikawa whined.

You laughed and grabbed Iwaizumi’s arm. “To bad so sad”

As time passed by, everyone got chosen. It was 4 against 5, with your team being 4.

“Ok. Last team standing wins” you smiled. “Game starts now” you said running away.

“Y/n?” Iwaizumi said following after you. The rest of your guys team followed after.

You found a perfect hiding spot to put out a plan. While putting out the plan, Oikawa and his team were out to find you. While you were to busy talking, Matsukawa (Oikawa’s team) found you guys and aimed his water gun at you.

“Y/n!” Hanamaki said jumping in front of you.

While Hanamaki got sprayed with water, Kunimi got out his water gun and hit Matsukawa.

“Shit” Iwaizumi said grabbing your hand and running away with you. Kunimi following behind. You guys found a place behind another tree where Iwaizumi said a few things.

“You talk to much y/n. You almost got hit. If it wasn’t for Hanamaki.” Iwaizumi said getting out his water gun.

“Sorry Iwa... you too Kunimi.” You said getting up. Suddenly, you heard a branch snap behind you. You slowly turned around to see a shadow.

“GO!” You yelled getting out your water gun.

You jumped out behind the tree and aimed your water gun at the shadow. Suddenly, the shadow revealed a person... Yahaba!

“Dang it!” You yelled running away.

“You’re not getting away y/n!” Watari said shooting at you.

You kept running aiming at the boys. You hit Yahaba then aimed at Watari. When shooting your water gun, you ran out of water.

“Shit.” You said as you dropped it.

Iwaizumi and Kunimi watched as you were about to get hit. Kunimi sighed and got into the battle. He fully ran at Watari at full force. Watari pointed his water gun at Kunimi who both shot their water guns at the same time... eliminating both.

“Eh?” You said as you watched the boys get splashed.

“No time!” Iwaizumi said grabbing you and running away with you... again.

You two ran to a wall to catch your guys breath. After a few minutes, you two decided to find the last ones of Oikawa’s team. Oikawa and MadDog. You guys snuck down the school and soon went to the outside school pillar thing.

“I don’t see them anywhere” you sighed.

“They are probably hiding” Iwaizumi said looking around.

After a long pause of silence, you heard someone breathing. “Iwa wait.” You said grabbing his wrist.

Iwaizumi immediately looked at you as you let go of him and grabbed a rock.

“Give me your water gun. I left mine” you smiled. Iwaizumi nodded and gave you his water gun.

In your hand, you currently had a rock and a water gun. You told Iwaizumi to stand still.

In your mind, you had a plan. You would throw the rock somewhere where it would make a loud noise. The goal is to get either MadDog or Oikawa out in the open to shoot Iwaizumi. Then you would get out your water gun and shoot whoever is out in the open.

Iwaizumi trusted you and stood still. He watched as you lifted your hand with the rock in your palm and threw it at a nearby metal bar. After it made a loud ‘bang’ MadDog came out of the shadows and aimed at Iwaizumi.

His eyes were death glaring at Iwa. You didn’t expect MadDog to be so scary.

“IWAIZUMI!” You yelled pushing him to the ground to avoid Maddog’s shot. You fell on top of Iwaizumi. You quickly got out your water gun and aimed at MadDog. After that, you shot it and splashed him with water.

Iwaizumi watched as you laid on top of him. Your chest on his. His breathing slowed down as he saw your face turn from scared to calm. After you calmed down a bit, you looked at Iwaizumi.

“Omg I’m so sorry!” You blushed, trying to get up.

Suddenly, you felt something against the back of your head. That made you stop.

It also made you basically sit on Iwaizumi’s lap.

“Well well, look at you two love birds” Oikawa smirked. “One sharp move and I’ll splash you with water y/n-Chan.”

You sighed as you slowly put up your hands. You dropped your water gun and looked at Iwaizumi who had a red tint on his cheeks for some reason. He also looked nervous.

“Oh Oikawa... why did you put me and Iwa in this situation” you whined. Suddenly, you jerked your head to the right and grabbed Oikawa’s water gun. With one swipe, you took hold of Oikawa’s water gun.

“We win.” You smirked shooting Oikawa with the water gun.

You sighed and got off of Iwaizumi apologizing to him about sitting on his lap. He just turned away without a word.

“Dang y/n. I thought I was gonna win that time” Oikawa sighed.

After a long pause, you and Oikawa started laughing.

“Also... why were you on Iwa-Chan’s lap?” Oikawa asked.

You and Iwaizumi looked at each other blushing, you two then looked away.

“I won’t ask anymore questions.” Oikawa winked running away.

“SHITTYKAWA!” Iwaizumi yelled running after him. Before he did though, Iwaizumi winked at you making you blush like crazy.

Bonus:

“She was on your lap?” Hanamaki laughed.

“Woah Iwaizumi, slow down with her” Matsukawa teased.

“Oikawa... why did you tell them.” Iwaizumi said.

Oikawa laughed and looked at his friend. “It was pretty funny... your face too! You were so red! Awh Iwa, did you get har-“

Suddenly, a ball hit Oikawa in the back of his head. This time though, it wasn’t Iwaizumi who threw it.

“What. Did. You. Tell. Them.” You said smirking.

“N-nothing y/n-Chan!” Oikawa said hiding behind Matsukawa and Hanamaki.

You gave Iwaizumi a wink to which he smiled and looked away. You then told the boys to return to their volleyball practice.