#not only was i late but it kept crashing every five minutes....

[todayisafridaynight]

none of you look at me

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[copperbadge]

Lately, it's felt like every time I've started to work on writing, I'll just be getting into the rhythm of it when I get interrupted, either by work or the cats or because the time I'd booked in the library study room is up (you can only do two hours at a time, and only four hours a week total). It was getting to the point where I kept re-reading the same chapter or so of previous work but never managing to add to it.

So I tried an experiment this past weekend -- I found a really cheap rate on a local hotel room, and on Friday I took an overnight bag and a very old laptop with limited processing power and checked into a room about a mile from home for a quasi "staycation". I unpacked and had a quiet night on Friday, as prelude to working Saturday-Sunday. The idea was to write uninterrupted by other people, pets, the presence of all my Stuff around me at home, et cetera.

I had snacks but I also bought meals out, which was nice; I don't often order in or buy out when I'm at home. The way I set up was that I would do fifty minutes of writing with do-not-disturb engaged on my phone and then ten minutes of checking email, texts, etc. since often what pulls me out of writing is a text or an email that needs answering, or the anxiety that I'm missing one that would. If I set it so that every hour I check, well, nobody's going to die if something doesn't get answered in an hour, so the anxiety isn't there, and neither is the distraction. (I found a nice app for this, review later depending on how functional it continues to be for me, but it's a like $4 app called Forest.)

It worked pretty well -- writing for an uninterrupted hour, as long as I know what I'm working on, is very functional for me. I average about two thousand words, that way, though there is a limit to the number of hours I can put in. I ended up doing two hours in the morning and one hour in the afternoon, then switched from fiction writing to clearing out my tumblr drafts and some correspondence for the fourth hour. So it went something like

Go out and get breakfast, bring back and eat in room

Change into lounging clothes and do two one-hour sessions

Go out and get lunch, eat lunch out

Bit of a rest break back in the room

Two one-hour sessions, one of writing; when tired, switch to something that requires less creativity

Go out and get dinner, bring back and eat in room

And then in the evening the plan was to watch movies or catch up on reading, but I ended up being mentally weary, so instead I did some simple tarot reading. It was less divination or even meditation than just messing around, keeping the creativity stimulated; I did a couple of Creative Writing spreads, some very brief divination spreads (I nicked a nice three-card spread here that I mentally call He To Hecuba, and just used it in general rather than for a specific question) and then invented a spread when I was starting to get irritated that the same like, five cards kept coming up, more on this in its own post.

Sunday I did one more writing session but it was less successful, I think partly because what I was writing required a lot of research and partly because the previous day I'd dumped eight thousand words into the file. (Research took longer because I brought the most garbage laptop known to man, and the browsers crash if you try to open Google Maps, but in other ways it was ideal since there wasn't much I could do on it other than write.) But I had a good breakfast, got some rest, packed up easily enough, and headed home just ahead of the rain storm.

I don't think it's something I'll be able to do in that format especially often, since the deal I got on the hotel was an anomaly and Chicago lodging, even just AirBNB stuff, is stupid expensive. But in addition to helping get some work done it was a nice break, so I'm going to look into ways I could swing it on a perhaps monthly basis, or some other way to cheaply spend an entire day alone with decent access to a bathroom/snacks and a way to come and go easily. I've looked into coworking spaces before but they tend to be prohibitively expensive and don't really have the setup I'd prefer; there's a hostel on the north side with private rooms that I might try out but it doesn't seem significantly cheaper than a hotel. I might just have to pick one weekend a month and watch last-minute hotel price cuts where they simply want to fill a room for a day or two.

Anyway, functionally I wrote almost a fifth of a novel this weekend, and one that I wasn't feeling super on fire about; I'm feeling much better about it now that I've got some established plot going and I feel like I "know" the newer characters a bit better. (Also I'm enjoying writing Simon as someone who is absolutely entranced by his love interest and clueless that what he's feeling isn't mild antipathy because they met while fighting over ricotta.) So it was a big help, although if I were to put a budget line item in the Extribulum Press ledger for "writing staycation" it would wipe out my royalties surplus very quickly.

[mrs-takami-keigo]

Motivation

Main Pairing: Hawks/Fem!Reader

Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

Genre: Smut, just pure Smut

Words: 2.2K

Sweat trickled down your body as heavy breaths came out of your slightly parted lips, chest falling with each deep exhale. The gym was stifling; suffocating even if all that covered your body was a sports bra and biker shorts. You could feel your mouth get dry with each shaky breath. Dropping your stance, you walked to the bench behind where the black duffle bag you brought sat grabbing your bottle of water. 

“I see you started without me chickadee.” With the bottle still attached to your parched lips you looked at the male that just entered the room, nearly spitting the water back out. Hawks was finishing his hand wraps, pulling the last tiny piece with his teeth, all the while staring at you with those brilliant golden flecked eyes. The rate of your heart quickened and your knees became weak, as he kept walking closer. His attire was simple, wearing sneakers and a pair of basketball shorts that hung almost too low on his hips and a tank top that showed off the lean definition of muscles on his arms. 

“Hello, is anyone home?” The feeling of his knuckles knocking on the side of your head was enough to bring you back out of the daze.

“HA HA you’re very funny Hawks, what took you so long anyway? I’ve been here for about forty-five minutes.” Putting the water bottle back in your bag, you fixed your own hand wraps seeing as how they came loose while you worked on the punching bag.

“Would you believe it if I said there was traffic?” Hawks pushed his shoulders up, cocking his head to the left showing you his signature smirk. 

“I would if we lived with flying cars, birdman, now give me fifty push-ups since you want to be such a smart ass.” Pushing his shoulder as you walked past him laughing at the annoyed face he made. Hawks had known you were going to come to the gym at the agency and asked you to help him with some boxing training. The both of you knew he could brush up on some combat skills seeing as his wings could only do so much for him in a fight.

By the time you were done with his warm up you could tell he was ready to call it quits. You were sure he was ready to walk out on you when he had to do battle ropes. After counting his last sit up, you bounced up from the floor standing in front of him, your hand reaching out, 

“Come on, let's spar!”

He watched you in disbelief, “You have literally pulled every ounce of energy out of me and now you want to practice hand to hand?” His rough hand grabbed yours as you pulled him to his feet but little did you know he was going to use his wings to help give himself a boost. With your own strength and his wings, it was as if he weighed nothing making him crash into you. Before you realized it, your back was on the cold black floor mats and his sweaty chest was pressed against yours, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and a knee trapped in between your legs. It wasn’t until your eyes started to open did you realize they had shut. 

Once your sight came into focus all you saw was a mess of soft blonde hair falling forward framing Hawks face as the ends tickled areas of your face. It felt like time had slowed for a minute as your gaze looked over every aspect of his face. He was always a gorgeous man to you but you never wanted to admit that, no you were too scared of ruining the relationship you already built. His own roaming across your face, fierce eyes watching as that pink tongue of yours peaked out ever so slightly to lick those plump lips he had been dying to touch. 

Your eyes met his as both of your breaths synchronized, shallow and shaky, chest heaving as one. Hawks shifted his weight from his knee that was in between your legs to the other but as he did that it brushed against the already sensitive core. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that came from your throat. Noticing what you just did, your hands shot up to cover your mouth. But it was too late. Hawks heard it and he felt something stir in him. Smirking he moved that cursed knee again only this time with intent, letting it press firmly against your cunt giving it a light nudge. Staring back at him eyes wide while the hands covering your mouth tightened to stifle the moan that evidently was heard by the man above you. 

“Well, well what’s this now?” The blonde went to remove those hands silencing the sounds he desperately wanted to hear from you. Grabbing both your wrists he pinned them above your head with one of his wrapped hands pressing firmly against them. 

“Seems like someone is getting excited.” Hawks had moved his face down to whisper in your ear. The light hair from his beard brushed against your skin causing your body to shudder under his. 

“Fuck you Keigo.” You started to wiggle trying to get out of his grasp. Oh, you wanted it, you wanted him just not in the agency’s gym. You felt his grip loosen on your wrists letting you break free from his grasp. 

“Only if you want to, baby girl.” The heat in your cheeks started to rise when it hit you that he was dead serious. You knew the difference between playful Hawks and the serious Keigo, and right now he was Keigo.

“Hawks we are in the middle of the gym at YOUR agency, I think it’s highly inappropriate, don’t you?” Pushing yourself up on your elbows, he was still hovering above you, leaving you with very little room.

“See now dove, that's where you’re wrong.” Before you could even blink a red feather flew off from his right wing going towards the door behind him. Peering around him you watched as the little feather pushed the lock on the doorknob before hooking its base in the ring that hung from the string of the blind, pulling it down. 

“It’s not inappropriate since it's my agency.” Taking the back of his hand he brushed it against your hot cheek. “What would be inappropriate is if I did this without your permission. Just say the word and I’ll make that feather unlock the door and we could leave this here on the mat, your choice.”

Just the thought of having Hawks throw you down on this mat and letting him have his way with you was enough for you to make your choice. “No one will come in, right? Are you sure that door is locked?” 

“Oh, princess, I'm positive it's locked.” That devilish smirk appeared across his lips again and you’re sure you felt your damp cunt clench. Grabbing the back of his head you slammed your lips against his. Hawks didn’t hesitate to kiss you with the same fire as you did, leaning forward Hawks laid you back down never letting his plump lips leave yours. Wrapping both arms around his neck you pushed your chest up into his, earning a groan from the hero. Hawks licked your bottom lip seeking entrance into your mouth before biting down on it.

 Moaning into the kiss you parted your lips letting his  skillful tongue slip past your teeth. God the way his tongue moved with yours only led you to think what they would feel like as it licked your slick folds. 

Hawks took his right hand letting it roam down your side with a ghost-like touch. The feeling of his rough hands on your exposed skin had you rolling your hips on his thigh looking for something to relieve the tension he had started to build inside of you. Hawks grabbed the back of your thigh, wrapping it around his slim waist while his hand made its way to your ass before giving it a hard squeeze. 

Breaking away from your lips he started to kiss down your neck, gently sucking on certain parts. His other wandering hand came back up to grab your jaw firmly making you turn your head to the side. 

“Baby girl you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Gasping as you felt his lips brush against your ear as he whispered those sinful words. His tongue peaked out giving your neck a swift lick followed by a gentle bite of his canine teeth. You weren’t sure what heaven felt like, but dammit this must have been close. Hawks released your jaw to let his slightly calloused hand drag down your chest to rub against your fabric clad breasts. His thumb tracing circles on your nipple, hardening it. 

“How long I wanted to kiss you. Shit dove, I've even dreamt of how these lips of yours would feel, and this is way better than that.” The man's lips brushed against yours with each word he spoke, it was a tease. He went back to kissing your neck before nuzzling his nose in your hair.

 “How long I’ve wanted to feel your smooth skin on my fingertips.” The hand that was fondling your breast moved, skimming your exposed stomach before landing on the waistband of your shorts. Those sinful lips returned to your ear as he snarled. 

“How long I’ve waited to have you whimpering underneath me as I showed you what pure euphoria felt like.” So lost in his voice you didn’t even notice he had both hands on your waistband until you felt the yank of his hands pulling off your shorts, taking your underwear with it. With your bottoms by your knees he lifted your legs in the air pulling them past your sneakers, throwing them somewhere behind him. Hawks grabbed hold of your calves before placing them on his shoulders. He gave your legs a small tentative kiss, hooded eyes staring into yours. You felt him guide his hands down your shins, stopping at the middle of your thighs. You were burning up, your cheeks were flushed, heavy pants coming out of you making your mouth dry. All you wanted was him, you wanted to feel him on you…in you. 

“Fuck baby look at that. Is that all for me?” Eyes watched as he took his pointer finger gently, swiping it between your folds. It was then you realized just how wet he made you. You moaned at the sight of him taking that coated finger to his lips, his tongue giving it a seductive lick, Hawks hummed.

“I always imagined how you would taste but damn little dove I never imagined it would be this fucking good.” Taking his entire finger, he placed it in his mouth, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he savored the taste, your taste.

“K-Keigo Please..” Those were the only words you could form, hoping the man in between your legs would just give you what you want.

“Please what baby girl, you have to use your words.” Hawks was now back to hovering over your heated body, making sure to not touch you.

“I want to feel you please!” Arching your back attempting to feel some part of him touching you. That devilish smirk grazed hislips; god did you love that smirk. His hand was beside your head, arm muscles flexing as it helped keep him above you. You felt one of his fingers from his free hand caress your cheek, agonizing slow as it made its way down your soft cheek. Then down your neck against your rapid pulse, across your chest. He ran it between your breasts slightly pulling on the sports bra. Down your stomach before reaching his destination. 

Slowly he let his middle finger press on your bundle of nerves. It felt exhilarating like he pressed a button that sent you into overdrive. Observant eyes watched your reaching, how your body arched against him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a shuddering breath falling from those bruised lips. Your hair was around you, creating a halo effect, small moans making themselves known with each swipe of his finger against you. 

Haws was sure he was looking at an angel. An angel that he so desperately craved. The finger that was torturing you with each movement went slightly lower, brushing against your entrance. A gasp was heard through the room as your eyes shot open, your hands shot up to press against his chest.

“Inside…” It was a whisper but Hawks heard you and had no choice but to oblige. Slowly you felt him slip a finger inside of you. Your inner muscles wrapped around him, inviting him to keep going. With a shuddered breath Hawks slid one more finger inside, watching as both his fingers were disappearing into you.

You were watching him as he stared at your pussy, swallowing his fingers. His rhythm at first was slow, in and out. But you didn’t want to be slow , not now at least.

“Faster please.” Gold eyes flicked back towards your face, pupils blown at your request. Who would Hawks be if he didn’t grant you your wishes. “Oh fuck-” His speed quicked, like you had asked. His thumb was playing with your swollen clit with each thrust of his fingers. 

The sensation had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. The sounds of your slick and the moans he pulled out of you on top of his primal growls above you were too much.

“Come on dove,” You hadn’t even realized that the man above you leaned down, his sinful mouth pressed against ear. “Cum for me.” He growled out the last part of his sentence. You arched as a wave of white heat soared through your veins. 

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers slowed their pace, riding you through your orgasm. “God you are so fucking enchanting.” Your lower half jumped with every slow thrust, over stimulated by his touch. Opening your eyes, his golden eyes were all you saw. You were sure your eyes reflected his own, covered by pure lust and admiration. 

Hawks pulled his digits out of you when you caught your breath again. You moaned at the loss of him filling you. Raising your hands you carded your finger through his hair, slightly tugging, causing the man that had your full attention to close his eyes. A shuddered breath fell from his lips as you continued to tug. 

“Fuck baby.” He leaned down again, his mouth hot on yours as his tongue danced with yours. You moaned against him as he slid his body in between your legs. You felt him rut against you, his bulge pressing against your overly sensitive clit. 

You bucked against him, feeling yourself get worked up again. It was like you were denied water your whole life, and Hawks; Hawks was the oasis that you so desperately wanted to drink from. He continued to thrust against you, and you met each and everyone. Your nails racked against his back leaving marks in their wake as you did. 

“I’ll be sure to make sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow if you keep that up baby girl.” He growled against your lips. Tugging on his hair again he let out a hiss from between his teeth. He knew you were competitive and with how he had wrecked you, it was only fair you did the same.

“Bring it on bird boy.”

[taylorswift-imagines]

Second chances

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No

Plot:

Taylor is rude the first time you meet but quickly has a change of heart

***

This happened every time you were about to board a flight somewhere, you are always the punctual type of person and you hated to be even just a minute late.

You were rushing more than you should because you were afraid of missing your flight. However, what you didn’t know was that there was going to be a special guest on the same flight. The guest being your all time idol and not to mention secret crush, Taylor Swift. You didn’t know you’d be getting the life long dream of meeting the pop star, but it didn’t go as it you had it in your head.

Had you known you were going to be meeting her today, you wouldn’t have left home without putting on your makeup. You had at least made sure that you looked decent instead of letting yourself go out looking like a lazy person. The reason you left home without makeup was because you had decided it would be easier to plant it on during your flight. Hardly anyone knows this, but you you had a slight fear of going on planes after surviving a plane crash nearly five years ago. Everyone thought you had quickly overcome your fear, not knowing it took a lot of time and therapy for you to feel comfortable stepping on for another flight once again. Taylor’s music has played a big role in your recovery process, and you hoped that one day, you’d get the chance encounter to thank her while telling your story of survival.

You were rushing through the crowded airport and had blindly bumped into someone, both of you tumbling to the floor. You quickly got up and offered a hand to whoever it was you had run into, wanting to help them up as you took full responsibility for this incident. But as you looked to see who it was, you couldn’t help but stare, hardly daring to believe you were looking at Taylor Swift. As you continued to stare, you were taken by surprise when she unexpectedly come out as rude to you, it stung to say the least.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Especially for an adult woman like yourself? Hasn’t your mommy ever taught you that?” Her voice was like ice.

The cold tone frightened you into silence as you continued to offer your hand out to her. But Taylor harshly smacked it away, pulling herself up before giving you a glare as she walked away ahead of you. It was such a shock to you that she would just do that to someone she hadn’t even met yet that time seemed to stand still around you. When you got the call to board the plane and take your seat, you were unaware that Taylor was sitting next to you until you hear her scoff before saying something off the grid.

“You again?”

It was obvious she wasn’t happy to see you, so you didn’t say anything back and kept your mouth shut until the plane started to take off.

Something that helped you to calm down on flights was humming a favorite song. The song you favored at the moment was ironically’Never Grow Up’ by Taylor swift and you started humming it. That only seemed to bother Taylor more as she waved a flight attendant over to where you both were seated. What she says next, is completely unexpected and takes you by surprise and hurts you just a little more. You listen as Taylor asks the flight attendant if she could change to a different seat. Looking over at the flight attendant, you realize she was one of those who survived that same plane crash, you were both on the same plane five years ago.

“May I have a different seat? My neighbor here is being a pest and inconsiderate by humming too loudly.”

“Of course.”

You didn’t get in trouble, but you had to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill as Taylor was being so harsh.

But then again, she was unaware of your story and didn’t know how you felt about planes. Still, what she said had stung your racing heart. Now that you were by yourself, you could continue to hum while drumming your thumbs nervously on the armrests. Strangely enough, it was than Taylor’s attention was directed back towards you, but for different reason this time. Looking back at you, she couldn’t help but notice how your face had gone pale after the plane hit turbulence. Seeing the condition you were in concerned Taylor and asked the same flight attendant to check on you, little did taylor know, you didn’t have to be checked on to know. The flight attendant went on to explain how you were both victims and survivors of the plane crash that took place five years ago.

Feeling guilty, Taylor moved back over to you and you were surprised. Feeling this was a second chance, you tried staying till and quiet, not wanting to up set Taylor again. But Taylor reassures you after giving you her hand to hold onto the rest of the flight as she gave you an apology.

“I’m sorry.” she said.

You nod your head, accepting her apology as the flight continues smoothly.

Taylor had healed you on that flight, giving your confidence back.

She was truly your hero.

***

@taylor-loves-you

[ronaldofandom]

A Fairy Tale

A short drabble on Bheem, Malli and Jenny.

No warnings. Pure fluff, and the title is self-explanatory :)

Written in 90 mins as a stress buster since work has been kicking my butt!!

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The day was long. And harsh. Bheem felt drained of all energy. Every ounce of his body just wanted to crash and rest and not deal with the things that he had to deal with today. The only respite was that he was walking back home. Where she would be waiting for him. She probably hadn’t eaten also. He had asked her many times to not wait up for him when he was getting late, but she had told him she liked doing that.

He could hear her voice from outside - sweet, serene and so melodious.

She had left the door open for him. And when he entered, the sight was even sweeter. Jenny was telling a bedtime story to Malli. The kid looked so happy and peaceful - her head in Jenny’s lap, her eyes closed, hanging on to every word. Jenny’s bedtime stories were in English. Still, Malli had started picking up a few words in Delhi and more from Jenny’s classes in the last six weeks in Adilabad.

The love of his life noticed his presence then, and gave him a dazzling smile. It lit up his world every time, and tonight was no different.

‘Five minutes please.’

She mouthed to him slowly, and he nodded at her.

Malli had complained to Bheem passionately that he had been hogging all the time of her friend. Jenny had been her friend first. Not his. And that it was grossly unfair.

Both Bheem and Jenny had felt guilty about it and promised to rectify it. Since then, Jenny had been actively taking time out of her day to play with Malli, do activities with her and also tell bedtime stories to her.

She had already told three stories tonight, but the kid kept insisting on more. Malli loved the descriptions of beautiful princesses in faraway lands - far beyond her imagination - across wide seas. She had never seen the sea before in her life, but it sounded so fascinating. And she was obsessed with fairy tales.

‘Okay, I will tell one more, but it will be the last one. Promise?’

The girl nodded happily and closed her eyes again as Jenny stroked her hair. The puppy eyes worked every-time on Jenny, and Malli had realized that long back.

‘This one is called - The Princess who never smiled.’

‘Long ago, there lived a princess who never smiled or laughed. Not the kind of smile that reached her eyes anyways. It was plastic, platonic - she didn’t know what true happiness, laughter, and contentment really meant.’

Malli adjusted her head in her lap, turning her face towards her waist to hide from the light coming from the nearby lamp. Bheem was freshening up in the adjoining chamber.

‘Meanwhile, an honest common man lived across the town. He used to work as a labourer for a merchant. He worked sincerely, tirelessly, all year, every year. At the end of every year, the master offered him a sack full of money, asking him to take however much he desired. But he only picked one coin. Every year.’

‘Aisa kyu?’ (But why?)

Malli asked curiously. She was confused - when the man could have so much more, why did he settle for less?

Bheem had changed into his night clothes by then - which were essentially his pajamas. He liked to sleep bare-chested, which Jenny had learned soon after coming to Adilabad. Not that she was complaining, far from it.

He sat next to where Jenny was sitting on the cot, linking his arm with hers. Her other hand kept stroking Malli’s hair. Jenny looked deep into his eyes as she responded to Malli’s question.

‘Because the man was simple, honest and content. He had a small little world, far away from the town, deep into the woods, and he didn’t need much else from life. One coin was enough to meet his family’s basic needs. He didn’t want to take more than he needed. Greed was a sin for him. He didn’t want to take advantage of the merchant’s fondness for him.’

Bheem noticed how her sweet smile had turned into a look of deep admiration and affection. He kissed her forehead, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

‘He was also a proud man, you see. He didn’t want to take more than he deserved. He didn’t want to take any charity from others, even from people close to him. His principles, morals, ethics and beliefs were sacrosanct to him. It would have broken him if he ever had to compromise on those, unless he was compelled to do that for his family, his people.’

Malli nodded in understanding. She liked the man already. Maybe he was a little too idealistic - in his shoes, Malli may have taken at least a couple of coins. But the man’s honesty seemed sweetly charming. And very familiar also, for some reason.

‘What happened then? Did he ever meet the princess?’

She really, really wanted them to meet. Something told her they would complete each other.

‘She always kept looking for different experiences hoping that something would click someday that would make her truly content. One day, the princess was roaming the local bazaar. She had asked her bodyguards to wait at a distance - their constant presence everywhere was a big source of irritation for her.’

Bheem intertwined his hand in hers, keeping their joined hands in his lap, as his head nuzzled hers slowly.

‘That’s where she saw him for the first time. He didn’t venture away from his house in the woods, unless he absolutely needed to. But that day, he had some urgent business to attend to. It was fate that brought them both to the same place, she knew that in her heart the moment she saw him.’

Jenny looked up at Bheem then. Her eyes turned slightly moist. It didn’t distress Bheem because he sensed it was coming from a place of love.

‘Aage kya hua?’ (What happened then?)

His hand moved into her open hair, brushing them with his fingers. She sighed blissfully.

‘The princess smiled then. This one reached her eyes, her heart, her soul. They talked that day, and then they met again, and talked some more. Her friends also noticed that she had changed and were happy for her. But she couldn’t get enough of him. Always worrying that he would disappear one day. That he would retreat to his own world, which she didn’t understand and where she may not be welcomed. That he would forget about her.’

Her voice trembled ever so slightly, and he caught it immediately. His hand moved from her hair to her neck and shoulders, rubbing them gently, trying to soothe her.

Malli was far too intrigued now. She had a sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen. Which would make it a horrible bedtime story and she would make Jenny tell her one more, then, despite her protests - there was no way she was going to bed with a broken heart.

‘Did he….forget? Did he…leave?’

Malli asked slowly, trying to find the right words. Jenny’s hand tightened around Bheem’s, and he squeezed back.

‘Well, that’s what she thought. Because he did leave for a while. She thought that was the end of her short fairy tale. And she would have to return to a world full of fakeness, pretense, and manipulation. But it was fate which brought them together again.’

Malli breathed a sigh of relief. Not realizing that Jenny’s voice had eased too.

‘You see, she didn’t know that he had started to feel the same way about her. She had fallen first, and hard, but he had fallen too. So when fate gave them another chance, they took it with both hands. He held her hand & led her into his world, paving the way for her, looking out for her, keeping her happy, and safe. She had been a princess all her life, by title, but he really made her feel like one. With his love. That’s when she understood what true laughter, true happiness really meant.’

Malli clapped her hands. Both Bheem and Jenny smiled at her antics.

‘But, her family…let her leave?’

‘Well, she eloped. And that was the best decision she ever made in her life.’

Malli clapped again, grinning from ear to ear, her head still buried in Jenny’s lap.

‘Happy ever after then?’

That was something Jenny used to say at the end of many stories. Malli had memorized that line by heart.

Jenny’s eyes turned heavy again. Bheem kissed her palm in response.

‘Y-yes. They lived happily ever after.’

Hopefully. She omitted the last word.

Bheem sensed that something was troubling her heart, and he wanted to kiss away her somber mood immediately. His lips brushed the outline of her jaw, but Jenny jumped at the first touch, gasping in horror and covering his mouth with her palm. Her eyes pointed towards Malli, who was drifting to sleep in her lap.

At least she wasn’t somber now. He will take that as a win. In all honesty, he loved flustering her like this. It was the quickest way to see her all flushed and bothered. It was his favorite look on her.

He pulled her hand away and dove in one more time, tasting her lips briefly before she pulled away with more horror.

Malli stirred in her lap from her sudden movement.

‘Bheem, not like this, please.’

She mouthed at him, half pleading, half admonishing.

Malli chose that moment to ask some more questions about the story, almost building a segue to request another story.

Bheem’s patience, though otherwise infinite, ran out then. He lifted Malli in his arms, ignoring her half-hearted protests, carrying her back to her mother’s hut. She had gotten more than her fair share, it was Bheem’s turn now.

By the time he returned, Jenny had set up two plates on the mat and served dinner. And, she had changed into her night clothes too, looking every bit as ravishing as she always did.

The food was tempting, but she was far more tempting to him.

She held his hand and started leading him toward the mat, but he didn’t move.

‘You must be hungry, right? Come, let’s have some.’

Was he hungry? Most definitely. For food? A fair bit. For other things? A helluva lot more.

He would have happily foregone food for now and jumped straightaway to other things. But she hadn’t eaten either, and he couldn’t have that. And he won’t want the food to go to waste, either. So he would eat first and do do other things after that, but he would get his dessert without further ado.

She tugged at his hand again, and he pulled her back, sending her crashing into his chest.

Grabbing the back of her head, he locked his lips onto hers as his hands started to wander. She gasped at the suddenness of it all, and he deepened the kiss further, lifting her slightly off the ground. All his trials from the day seemed to vanish in those few minutes.

He willed himself to stop before the point of no return. Smiling at her disheveled state, he pulled her towards the mat to have their dinner. Bheem couldn’t remember the last time he was this disinterested in food in his life. It was a first, like many others since she came into his world and turned it upside down. And Bheem couldn’t thank his stars enough for every single one of those moments.

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Hope it was remotely coherent :)

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[ker18]

Beautiful Disaster (2)

Hello again, friends. I am really into the whole writing thing right now. But, I am no professional and all this is just a work of fan fiction from a wretched, battered soul. There may be absurd grammatical errors within this work, but please be gentle with me... :D

This was in no way intended to hurt or harm. Only to express thoughts in my head.

I do not claim to know anymore than anyone else in the issues plaguing the characters in the fanfic and this is not in anyway related to whatever truth they might actually hold.

With that said... please, enjoy... xD

-Sometime in the Future-

The leaves were rustling and tumbling over each other on the blanket of greens and yellows, the scent markers avid with dawn of the equinox, the tinge of fiery reds eminent in the overhang. The season was already showing signs of the beginning of the end but there she still was, sat on her front porch, looking out into the hibernating world. For five years, it had been hibernating… Five long insufferable years, filled with longing, yearning, and emptiness. For so long, she held on to the hope that there would still be another chance, an opportunity to make things right, a break in the stunt, or a redemption from the solitude.

She could still recall the last minutes, the fleeting moment, the pain – the excruciating grief, the tears, and the last goodbye before the actual fall. The recollection was as vivid as the day itself, no shield from the hurt, still inevitable in the way it came crashing down. For five years, she relived that moment over and over, every hour that dusk rolled by. She would convene herself on the same seat - blanket across her lap, a cup of jasmine tea in hand, thoughts in normalized disarray- and just allow the emotions to flood in.

There was an insincere calm that came with the chaos. First, memories would crash-in of the time when things were happier. The smiles, the dates, the late night talks, the stargazing moments, the promises, the sweet-nothings, the laughs, the hyper-awareness, the water colors, the teasing, the succumbing, the holding-back and then giving-in, the kisses, the touches, the skin-on-skins, the hugs, the warmth, the comfort, the scents, the breaths… the LOVE. All these came tumbling down as soon as the flood gates were released. She’d let them. It was the only way she could feel again. For those few minutes of seclusion, she would allow herself to relive it all and let it seep to revitalize her bones. This was the daily ‘bend before the break’… The instant where the grays showed other hues and she felt perpetual again.

“Babe? I’ll be here. You’ve got me. You know that, right?”

She recalled the cascade of emotions that overtook her the moment she heard those words, coming from the only mouth she could ever want them from. Those sakura lips were her life-force, her only means of survival in the world full of pandemonium. That voice was her voice of reason- the silencer to the unruliness of their day-to-day. Five years ago – and to present – she hadn’t a clue how she would go through every day without hearing that sweet influence. Up to date, her mind still processed that voice, still kept her promise to take the conversations to heart. Pain ensued in her chest where her heart lay, and she let it. Clutching at an imaginary handhold as tears threatened to fall, she moved onto another memory.

“Can you come over? Or should I just make my way to you?... You know what? Pick me up, please?”

Her mind’s eye reread the words and she remembered getting in her car, driving like crazy with one destination in mind. She overlooked the rain, the slippery street, the honks and beeps of traffic as she sped towards her terminus. All she knew at the time was that she needed to be in those arms, just as urgently as their owner needed her to be. She recapped exactly how that night went. As soon as the door was opened to allow her entry into more than just the room, she was enveloped into the warmest embrace. She remembered the whispers of gratitude as the strong arms weaved her into more than just body against her. She felt her heart soar and melt at the same time – melt in to what felt like home. There was no need to move, no need to speak, no need to mind, no need to do anything else but be in each other’s arms… and for that night, they stayed in. There was no rush in those moments, no race to finish anything that they started - there was just them, in the quiet of a room, their thoughts on full display for each other’s regard. Serene touches and sighs, beauty and grace, time and focus, unparalleled devotion were the courters of that night. And, these were welcomed with ardor.

”How could you, Babe? What does this mean for us?” Silent tears drowned the conversation until the silence was broken with the sweetest let down, “I’ll always love you, Babe. But, I can't... I'm sorry..."

The bitterest I love you she’d ever heard was that one right there. It felt like her world came crashing down on her that night, and every night since then. She saw the tortured look of love and betrayal on the face of the only person who had stuck by her through thick and thin. Suddenly, her voice of reason had ran out of reasons – reasons to fight for her, for them –and that’s when she knew that it was over. The sudden emptiness that masked those eyes that she loved, the coldness that radiated from the body she once burned to touch, the brusqueness of the rejection that arose – she felt it all smack her in the middle of her chest. Her heart fell and shattered, and she failed to find herself any excuses to save it from the instant break. ‘Coz she knew she hurt the one she gave it to and there was no greater pain than to see the hurt mirrored at her.

She scoffed and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as tears fell freely at the memory - eyes that had grown tired, but never ran out of sorrow. The sobs racked her body, making her hunch in on herself to pacify the sudden tear she felt in her battered heart. Because, until today, she still felt the ache, she still mourned her loss, she still loved the ghost of her derelict lover. She remembered the incalculable emotions that ran across the face of the one that once was so certain of her – the one that traumatized her the most was the look of agonized love. She couldn’t unsee that but what frustrated her the most was that she chose to walk away without letting herself explain... She was a coward! She was the biggest fool! She shouldn’t have! She shouldn’t have listened to that goodbye and held on. She would have… if she’d only known that it was going to be the last time.

               That was it. That one mistake was what cost her everything. The cross she bore for the past five years was born of that infuriating moment when she chose her pride over the love she had. In the snap of an instant, the click of a button, the turn of a head, and the blink of an eye, it was all gone. And it took her heart with it. The one thing that kept her together was the one thing that fell her. And, woe to her, she knew that it was all her fault. She let the tears fall freely now – crying in the way a forsaken soul would – cascades of lamented water soaking the blanket that was now pulled up to her chin. She bawled and she broke down, like yesterday, like the past months, like the last five years since that fateful day.

“Off to somewhere new... Time to heal.

 But, I’ll always love you…”

The last story she read before the radio silence. The last message to her, broadcasted for all to see. It haunted her and scarred her deeply. She saw and felt the remorse in those words, but also the exigency to leave. She felt the defeat wash over her. She pulled herself away and watched herself crumble and rupture, but she did nothing else to quell the decided.

               For months on end, she fell into a monotonous existence, only doing the bare minimum to survive. She lost time, she lost connections, and she lost herself. But nothing could compare to what she actually lost inside. She still kept on until hope reared its head. Deep within, she hoped - maybe, one day, she’d be given the chance… maybe one day, she’d be able to make things right. Maybe, one day, her love would come back… But, for now, she allowed herself these precious moments. The moments to reminisce and drown her system with actual feelings. She lived for these advent moments where she discovered exactly how much she felt, loved and lost.

               She basked in the ambience. Her lachrymose disposition slowly subsiding as she stared off into the last rays of the sunlight over the horizon. She wiped her tears, gearing up to head inside and resume her morose life.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

Her heart leaped at the voice. It was the voice from her thoughts… the voice she would never forget. The voice that brought a torrent of emotions with it. Her brain seared in anguish, threatening to explode at the seeming reality of that familiar timber. She refused to look for a moment, fear eminent in her chest to find nothing but the phantom of her memory, but her curiosity broke loose and made her turn towards the source of the dulcet voice. And there, time stopped – eyes, nose, lips, hair, smile, and regard… there was Love! She failed at words at first, exasperated joy and pain overcoming her. She stood slowly, air and strength refusing to support her. The speaker walked towards her, climbing the two steps to reach her on the porch, reaching for her hands with sincerity and adoration, familiarity engraved in her sights. When contact was made, calmness ensued…

“Hi…” She finally said, breathlessly, heart in her hands – figuratively but literally. 

[amanjinka]

Movement One

(A/N: The prelude and first movement took me 20 days to finish [I used to be able to write 2k words in less than a week] Absolutely wild from start to finish, had both a lockdown due to a potential bomb and a shooting threat at my school. Hope everyone has fun.)

The first week back in school was pretty average for me. Even though we started on the 6th, nothing happened until the 11th. That was the day of that big subway crash.

I remember I couldn’t sleep very well the night before, so I got up early to get ready. That was also the day that I emailed my boss to make sure my work schedule got changed.

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“Thank you very much in advance,it was a pleasure to speak with you, [l/n] [y/n].”

After a quick read through, [y/n] rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and hit the enter key to send off her email. She pushed back from her simple desk and stood up, stretching deeply to further wake herself up. 

After quickly shutting the lid of her laptop, she crossed her room to don her school’s uniform and prepare for the day. ‘Did Hanabi ever bring back those nail gems of mine?’ She wondered, inspecting her faded manicure as she slipped on her ivory coloured socks.

For a brief minute, she debated styling her hair differently from normal, but after a failed attempt or two, she sighed and fell back on her usual look. A couple more layers, a bit of mascara and a spritz of perfume later and she was all ready to head out. Luckily, the walk from dorm to school building wasn’t intensive, and the mid-spring breeze kept her from feeling the slight discomfort of her new shoes as they rubbed up against her ankle. Less than five minutes later, she stood in front of the front entrance to Kosei High School. 

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It was only a few minutes into the first class of the week and already [y/n]’s phone was being bombarded by chats from her friends. Quietly, she slipped her phone out of her bag and began to read up on all she had missed. 

☆Momo 7.57 - There’s a criminal in my class this year. 😶

☆Hanabi 8.01 - ?? WDYM 

☆Momo 8.01 - I mean theres a kid with a criminal record who’s gonna transfer to Shujin this semester. 

☆Momo 8.01 - That’s what I heard at least but he hasn’t showed up yet so I wonder if Mishima was just trying to scare us lol.

☆Yuna 8.01 - You have Mishima in your class? And the transfer student???

☆Momo 8.02 - Yeah, he looks like he went to hell yesterday. What’s going on in your guys’ practices???

☆Yuna 8.02 - He just sucks lmao. Gets hit all the time.

☆Hanabi 8.03 - Which one was Mishima again? Did we see him at the tournaments last year?

☆Yuna 8.03 - He’s the kid with the short dark hair. He never got to play so you probably never saw him. Not like you went to watch the boys match anyway. 

☆Momo 8.03 - Yeah he was at the tournaments.

☆Hanabi 8.04 - He didn’t go to middle school with us, did he??

☆Momo 8.04 - Nah, I think he went to one in a different district. 

☆Yuna 8.04 - Thankfully!

☆Momo 8.05 - Thankfully?

☆Yuna 8.05 - Hes a total kiss ass.

☆Hanabi 8.05 - Yuck.

☆Momo 8.05 - Oh yeah..

☆Yuna 8.06 - I stayed up way too late last night, about to pass out in homeroom.

☆Hanabi 8.06 - Teacher is here, one sec.

☆Yuna 8.09 - Did [y/n] fall into a pit on her way to school or something? How come she hasnt said anything..

☆Hanabi 8.10 - Lol she’s probably just actually paying attention.

☆Momo 8.10 - Omg speaking of [y/n] I still need to send her the dates for the concert lol.

☆Yuna 8.11 - Why didn’t she just ask the director?

☆Momo 8.12 - 🤷‍♀️

☆Momo 8.13 - Is Shiho in class today? I meant to ask her about her birthday plans but didn’t see her this morning. ☹️

☆Yuna 8.13 - Nah, she’s out today for a funeral. 

☆Momo 8.13 - Oh. My bad... Well I’ll text her later then.

☆[y/n] 8.20 → ☆Momo [🤷‍♀️] - I don’t know the director’s email address.

☆Momo 8.21 - It was on the sign up sheet and the like every other paper we’ve gotten.

☆[y/n] 8.21 - I don’t have any of those with me, they’re at my mom’s house.

☆Momo 8.21 - then text your mom??

☆[y/n] 8.22 - :( 

☆Momo 8.22 - Whatever. It’s the 28th, 29th, and 30th of April.

☆[y/n] 8.23 - Thank you Momo, I love you <33

“[l/n] [y/n]?” A male voice rang out from beyond [y/n]’s screen. She quickly jolted in her seat, shoving her phone into her desk and looking up to acknowledge her teacher.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you said,” [y/n] said, her voice fading as her embarrassment set in.

“I can tell,” He responded, crossing his arms. “I just asked if you could could tell me what it is called when we do geometric calculations on a non-flat surface. ”

“That’s non-euclidean, I think..” She whispered. 

“Yes. Thank you very much Miss [l/n]. It would do you good to turn off your phone before class starts next time so you could answer the first time I ask,” he reprimanded, then turned to move away from her desk and back to the front of the room. 

Shifting down further into her seat, [y/n] focused her gaze to her legs so her peers would not see how red in the face she was. What a great start to the day…

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“[y/n] are you working this weekend?” Hanabi asked as the two walked the halls during lunch time. 

“Yeah but I’m going to be Sundays only for the first couple weeks back,” [y/n] responded then took a quick sip of her drink.

“So you're free Friday afternoon? Cause I was thinking we could go and get our nails done professionally instead of just doing them ourselves."

"I have rehearsal right after school but I'd be free after 17."

"The salon I looked at closes at 20 so we're totally fine,” Hanabi smiled,”It’s only like a 7 minute walk from the station so I’ll just wait for you there.”

After a short silence, [y/n] sighed,“I’m so not ready for that performance.”

“Momo said there was gonna three nights of it, is that for real?”

“Yeah, I’m really not looking forward to it.”

“My brothers going to be back in town pretty soon so I might take him to watch you two.”

“You’d be better off watching a bunch of crickets hop around. It would probably be more to your liking anyway.”

“Yeah well the more you say that the more I want to go.”

“Aww Hanabi, come on!”

“Oh what’s that? Is the bell ringing? Well I guess i’ll get a head start and order my tickets on the way to class! See you [y/n]!”

All I could do was sigh and head back to my class. That concert ended up pretty good, but it was overshadowed by all that stuff with Mister Kamoshida.

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful. I just met all of my teachers and walked back to my dorm after school ended. Hanabi wanted me to run over to the store with her, but I was still pretty tired so I skipped out on it. 

After changing into a more comfortable outfit, [y/n] fell down onto the edge of her mattress and laid her head back as she let her body sink into the soft blankets and comforting scents. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, before a loud and obnoxious buzz reverberated throughout her body.

Groaning, she turned over and pulled out her phone, turned it to silent then skimmed through the notifications.

“Detective Prince Akechi on Mental Shutdowns: ‘It could happen to anyone’”

“Everything to know before watching ‘The Cake Knight Rises’”

“4 dead in subway accident, more injured. Driver comatose.”

Hah…

None of it was interesting in the slightest. 

Clear, clear, and clear!

Finally, [y/n] opened up her messages and scrolled up to check just how much she had missed after the morning.

☆Momo 13.12 - He’s real.

☆Momo 13.13 - Transfer student came in after lunch, hes honestly kind of scary looking. Like disheveled almost. He didn’t even introduce himself either.

☆Yuna 13.14 - Kizana said she saw him come into the school with Sakamato. He still hasn’t showed up to class though so maybe he’s getting chewed out.

☆Momo 13.14 - Oh so he really is a delinquent. You think they were up to something or what?

☆Yuna 13.14 - No clue, but she said the same stuff you did. Told me he looked like he was gonna snap at any moment. 

☆Momo 13.15 - 😗

☆Yuna 13.15 - stop that.

☆Momo 13.15 - 🎱

☆Yuna 13.15 - About to come over to your class and tell your teacher to kick you out. 

☆Momo 13.16 - 😱

☆Hanabi 15.36 → ☆Momo[He’s real.] - Did you ever find out what he did? 

☆Momo 15.45 - Only rumours.

☆Hanabi 15.46 - boo.

☆Momo 15.46 - Not like hes just gonna show up and say “Hi, I’m your new classmate, I’m on probation for armed robbery” or something.

☆Hanabi 15.47 - I wouldve.

☆Momo 15.47 - Sure.

☆Hanabi 15.53 - They’re all out of the good brand of rice crackers.

☆Hanabi 16.04 - Hey @[y/n] do you want me to get some of your [favorite drink UwU]? They have your flavor here.

☆[y/n] 16.07 - yes please 

☆Hanabi 16.08 - Alright. It’s buy two get one so I got a new type too.

☆[y/n] 16.08 - You’re my number one Hanabi. Forever and always baby <3

☆Hanabi 16.09 - So you’ll pay for the nail salon?

☆[y/n] 16.09 - I can if you really want me to.

☆Hanabi 16.09 - <3

☆Momo 16.10 - Thought I was your number one forever and alwats 😞

☆[y/n] 16.10 - Alwats.

☆Hanabi 16.10 - Alwats

☆Momo 16.11 - Alright what if I died in a plane crash tomorrow and that was the last thing you ever said to me.

☆Hanabi 16.11 - Then I’d be [y/n]’s number one forever and always for true and real and always and alwats

☆Momo 16.12 - Okay then bye I’m going to go die. [y/n] I will always love you, not Hanabi though she’s my enemy.

☆Hanabi 16.12 - Absolutely.

☆[y/n] 16.17 - I’m going to go do my homework you guys. 

☆Momo 16.17 - Loser.

☆Hanabi 16.17 - booo.

The rest of that week went by really quickly. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary really. I did my best in class, did my best in practice, did my best to talk to the people around me. It felt like the year was going to be really uneventful to be honest, but all I really had to do was wait until that friday and everything really kicked off.

[wellnesscard]

almost got lost in the forest skiing two nights ago I was like ummmmmmm Devon is it ok if I go in front bc I'm so afraid of the dark and it had become nightfall bc we got a lil lost while we were out there we ended up taking a snow bike trail all the way to the neighboring town by accident, but while heading up the back I'm like frantically trying to keep no more than five feet distance between us in case a [w****g0] tries to get me and I'm seeing and hearing the fairies but pretending I'm not just eyes forward head down bc that's how they getcha I'm like Stoooooppppp pine trees have been so goblinlike to me lately fr.......... whaddahell that's a person like. Ok demon.. ICU. but I went in front and we skied back to our town and I'm like thank God I brought the headlamps cos we were only supposed to be out there an hour or so but we were prepared to be out there til morning once it hit 6pm and we were still lost thankfully it was a warm night and we stayed hot because of moving around I'm like yeah I could realistically be out here all night without it being a big deal. but essentially what I came here to say was my phone fell outta my pocket while going down this very long steep and narrow downhill trail section where I stacked it about twelve times so I actually missed this whole job opportunity thing bc I couldn't fill out the forms without my phone bc I couldn't get on my email or set up my new secondhand laptop without it either so that sucked and I got really depressed about it and being an epic fail but it's minor and Devon bought my mopey ass some sushi and an orchid and instead of languishing for the next three or four days like I am prone I woke up at 7:30 and went to the Verizon store waited my two hours picking split ends and staring at their fireplace and got the replacement phone so I can be a functioning and wage-earning person and not have to kill myself for being so disappointing and I did this all in record time I replaced the phone two days after I lost it last time I had to replace my phone I waited like six months using an essentially nonoperational thing even tho I'm still on my parents plan and was due for an upgrade anyways and they kept telling me to replace it bc I already lost a job bc they could never contact me and I'm like hey guys. Soon. Anyways I have adhd I'm learning so much every day. the skiing was really fun though I just got really scared when I realized we were lost in the woods after dark but even that fear reaction is so much less panicked than a few years ago it's like I don't need to scream and throw things anymore (usually lol) I just get overwhelmed and need to sit down for a minute. Plus my blood sugar was crashing really hard and the reality that we still had to ski at least three miles was a heavy truth at the time.

[shinazugawaswife]

Late Night Training | Bakugo x reader

Summary: Bakugo returns to the dorms late after he’s been training, to find you waiting for him. He wants to shower but you won’t let him go, so he just has to take you with him

Warnings: suggestive, aged-up characters!! (they’re in college), swearing, (let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: just a little something I thought of;)

It was late as you sat in your boyfriend's bed, in his dorm room, bored out of your mind. You’d come here to hang out with him, as you did almost every night, but he wasn’t here when you came today.

You looked at your phone. It was 9.53 p.m. He was cutting it close tonight. Curfew was at 10 p.m.

When it was five minutes to ten, Katsuki’s door opened and he stepped inside. He looked at you sprawled across his bed and a small smile tugged at his lips. You’d been with Katsuki long enough to know that even the smallest smile meant as much from him as a smile that took up an entire face meant from anyone else. 

“Hi baby” you smiled back at him. Your smile was one of those that almost went from eye to eye and it was often those kinds of smiles you displayed when you were with Katsuki. It wasn’t your fault he made you so happy that you sometimes felt like you would burst. 

Katsuki pretended to hate your overly excited nature, but secretly, it was one of the things he loved most about you.

“What are you doing here idiot?” He asked as he fell down on the bed, half of his body next to you and half of his body on top of you, clearly exhausted. 

You didn’t waste a minute before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, pulling him close. “Waiting for you obviously. You almost didn’t make it on time,” you scolded him jokingly, looking down at him with a frown. 

“Shh” he rolled his eyes while shushing you, which made you break out into a grin. Katsuki looked up at you then with tired eyes, but something akin to admiration shone in them as well. Your heart skipped a couple beats, like it always did when he looked at you like that; like he couldn’t believe that you were his. And that was exactly what he was thinking as he lifted his head to kiss you.

You didn’t hesitate to grab his face and kiss him back enthusiastically. He groaned when you slipped your tongue between his lips. He propped himself up on his elbow, so half of his weight wasn't crashing you down any longer, and moved so he was more directly on top of you. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist and you moved them a little lower so you could pull his lower body closer to yours.

Katsuki rolled his hips down on yours while he pulled your bottom lip out between his teeth. A moan escaped your throat and your hands slipped into Katsuki’s hair as he started trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He kept grinding his crotch on yours and you whimpered as he left small bites on your neck, smoothing them over with his tongue afterwards. 

“Baby,” he mumbled against your neck, “I have to shower.”

You weren’t listening to what he was saying. The only thing going on in your mind was the way his hips rolled against yours and the question of when he was gonna start taking your clothes off. “Baby?” he spoke again, seeing as you hadn’t answered him the first time.

It was unfair really. How did he expect you to listen, much less have a conversation with him, when he was making you feel so good already. His mouth never left your neck and his hands had started roaming the sides of your body. 

Finally, when you still didn’t answer, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and looked you in the eyes. “Are you even listening to me?” He asked as he looked down on you, his hips halting to a stop. “But Katsuki,” you whined, “how am I supposed to be listening to you while you’re making me so fucking horny?”

Katsuki smirked at that and leaned down so his nose touched yours, his eyes still looking into yours. “I see how that’s my fault baby, sorry,” he chuckled. He kissed you before looking down at you again. “I was saying,” another kiss on your jaw, “that I need,” a kiss on your neck, “to shower”, and finally another kiss on your lips. 

“You can’t shower now,” you looked at him with a frown. That smirk of his returned to his face as he leaned down, his lips a ghost of a touch on yours, “need me that bad baby?” 

You rolled your eyes, “no-” you hesitated, “well yes, but I meant you can’t shower now cause it’s past curfew you idiot,” you gave him a smile and a kiss. 

Bakugo raised his body slightly, putting more space between you. “Well yes, but I don’t care, no one’s gonna notice,” he shrugged and started to get up from the bed. 

“What the hell Kats,” you pouted and pulled him back by his arm, “you can’t get me all worked up and then just leave.”

You knew Katsuki was very strict with his hygiene. Seeing as his quirk literally relied on him sweating, he often sweated a lot. Which also meant he showered a lot and he hated being sweaty when he wasn’t training or fighting. 

So you knew that he wasn’t leaving you hanging because he didn’t want you, in fact the bulge in his pants proved very much otherwise, but just because he couldn’t really enjoy himself fully when he was all sweaty from training. You knew this because he’d told you. Many times. 

It really wasn’t your fault that you almost always jumped his bones whenever he came back from late night training, he just looked so freakishly hot. Sometimes he would take you immediately when he came back, just because he had trouble controlling himself when you looked so pretty sprawled out on his bed, often wearing only his t-shirt. Then he would just shower afterwards and he could live with it because your perfectly amazing body had taken his mind right off his shower and right into the gutter. Most often though, he would insist on showering first and then give you his undivided attention afterwards. 

You could live with that. After all you understood and respected that he felt the need to be clean when his quirk made him sweat much more than anyone else. You also suspected that he thought you found it disturbing when he was all sweaty, which you absolutely did not and you had told him this, but you wanted him to feel comfortable nonetheless.

But right about now you wished he would say fuck that shower and just fuck you instead. “I’ll take good care of you after baby, promise” he kissed you cheek, “all night if you want,” he smirked and finally managed to escape your grip on him. 

He walked over to his dresser and started collecting clean clothes and his other shower essentials. Looking at his muscular back didn’t help your current situation, so you huffed and turned your gaze to the roof. It didn’t stay there long though before it traveled back on Katsuki, who still had his back towards you. 

You stood up from the bed and walked towards him. He was like a magnet, it was impossible for you to stay away for too long. You wanted to touch him all the time, even if it was just holding his hand or kissing his cheek. You were obsessively in love. Lucky for you, Katsuki was the same most of the time, his arm always around you and his gaze never straying far from yours. 

Right now though, you felt as though you were all alone in this longing you felt for him, and as you came up behind him, you were determined to change that.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, on top of his t-shirt. Katsuki chuckled and turned around, probably to tell you just to wait a little longer while he showered, but no words made it out of his mouth before you had placed your own on top of his. 

You kissed him hungrily, your tongue immediately sliding into his mouth and your hands weaving into his hair. He groaned and slid his hands from your waist down to your ass, grabbing it and pulling you closer into him. You moved your hands from his hair, down his shoulders, stomach, and under his t-shirt. You let your hands roam his body, feeling his abs beneath your hands before you pulled off his shirt.

His mouth only left yours for a second as his shirt went over his head, before he grabbed your face and pulled your lips back on his. You moaned into his mouth at the fierceness in which he kissed you. 

You ran your hands down his now bare chest, loving the feeling of his smooth skin. “Shower with me,” he mumbled in between kisses. You could tell he was getting just as desperate as you now, if not more, by the way he groped and grabbed your body. 

His mouth trailed down your neck as his hand found your chest. “We’ll get caught” you managed to get out in small gasps as his thumb slid over your nipple, only covered by the material of his t-shirt.

“Come on baby, everyone’s asleep,” he insisted as his lips found their way back to yours. 

It didn’t take much convincing, because you were sure that your entire body would starve and crumble if it had to be apart from his right now. So you did what only seemed rational and followed your boyfriend into the boys’ showers after curfew, hoping to not get caught. What you would never admit was that the possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement.

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Are We Flying Towards the Future or Crashing Into a Distant Dream

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It was early morning and Virgil couldn’t help but want to shut off the alarm he had made to wake him up. He ached and wanted nothing more but to stay in bed. But it was the same song and dance he played every day.

Except, when he looked at the day’s date, he realized, it was his day off. The whole crew had today off. Mandatory airship inspection and maintenance, and the only thing he had to do was go to the office to collect 5 items at the end of the day. He could tinker. And probably sew the fabric into something to trade, they were running low on spices and a few other things… Oh, and he had to see what size the shoes were, after washing them of course.

But first, he had to wake Thomas up. After all, he might not have work, but his brother certainly had class today.

“Thomas, Thomathy, Thom Thom!” Virgil snickered, shaking his brother awake again.

“Vee, wha’ is it?” Thomas slurred, exhausted.

Virgil snorted, “you know I can’t have you be late. I don’t give away my little gadgets for nothing.”

“Oh yeah, college. Why did I decide to go again?”

“No idea, but I did not give away hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of trinkets and gadgets for you to fail. So, time for you to get up!”

“Fiiiine. Have fun on your day off.”

“Will do.”

Remembering to set an alarm to go get his items, because it would be a headache and a half to forget to get the five items he got on inspection days, Virgil started getting to work on creating little objects. Things that ticked and clicked and popped. Nothing remarkable, he wouldn’t do that for fear that he’d want to keep it, and how would he pay Thomas’s college fund then. Maybe if he ever got a good chunk of extra parts… speaking of, if he was going to trade any fabric or sewn clothes, he needed to get a start on everything. Bringing the tub out, he started getting everything prepared to scrub the shoes he got clean.

Picking them up, Virgil inspected them very carefully, not wanting to ruin them. They were about his size, he could probably wear them, and they were a nice pair too. But they could also get him more gadgets too… which would make it easier to trade for Thomas’s next semester. Except as Virgil carefully turned the shoes upside down, a secret compartment opened up. A tinkerer’s compartment. And it was full of little gadgets, and bits and bobs made of metal Virgil could only dream of trading for. And he had gotten them with these shoes! Looking at the parts, he could make something truly spectacular with them, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty keeping them for himself. They’d probably cover a good chunk more of Thomas’s tuition than the little clickety clacks he’d been making or the tools he’d been finding. But it had been so long since he’d tinkered, and it would truly be a waste to let these extra items go to waste… to not make something with them.

And it wasn’t like he couldn’t make Thomas’s college fund, he just liked extra, in case the amount of tools he had to trade to keep Thomas in there went up. Or he lost or damaged any of the little gadgets he did make.

A thought entered his mind… if he kept the little metal bits in these new shoes, he could save them up for something important. Or, if he had to, use them to get Thomas into college for the next little bit. Hopefully he wouldn’t and he could do something with them. Make something new. His mind was reeling, trying to figure out what to do with all of these, when he heard a knock on his door.

“Just a minute!” He called, sighing a bit. He really should get dressed for the day soon, all things considered.

Gathering up the little bits, he carefully placed them back in the hidden compartment of the shoes, before going to the door. Virgil wondered who would be knocking at a time like this, it was still pretty early, and barely anyone knew where he lived. Except for Remus and Janus. Unless either of them had told someone else he lived here, or Thomas. Oh doloren, he should have talked to Thomas about that! He can’t just go around giving away their address. That’s exactly how they get killed! As much as some people could be trusted, most couldn’t! At least not right away, Remus had proven that although he was a bit gruesome, he could be trusted. Had Janus done the same? Probably not, knowing Thomas wasn’t one to test his friends, to see if they’d stay through thick and thin and whatever else needed to be seen to prove they should get to stay part of their lives.

Still, Virgil supposed the knock could be something important. Throwing his jacket on, Virgil opened the door to see someone he hadn’t met staring back at him, their eyes full of some sort of hope.

“Hello sir, so ever terribly sorry to be a bother to you. I am Miss Algamathene Adamentelle and I’ve barely just moved here! It was quite a terrific ordeal too! Might I interest you in trading for my wares? I don’t ask for much, just something to eat really, and possibly some clothes to wear. For this outfit that I don now is the only one I have, it is such a sad ordeal is it not?”

It didn’t take much for Virgil to tell that something was off. She was absolutely lyrical in the way she talked, it was… unnerving, looking into the box he saw all different kinds of wares. None of which seemed particularly valuable; however if what she was saying was the truth, then she’d been through something horrible.

The speech pattern could be because of an aether user who practiced in manipulation of some sort, perhaps an abusive ex that she barely managed to escape. While he wasn’t able to do much with any of it, it wasn’t like he could do nothing with it, and those parts would be helpful in helping with Thomas’s tuition. Even if the quality would be nowhere near as great as what he could get from the market.

“I’d love to trade, to help you out. But I’m afraid I don’t have much. Especially in the way of food.”

“I understand,” her voice a bit tighter, seeming to already expect a rejection.

“But I don’t have nothing.” Virgil quickly clarified, clearly Algamathene had been asking around a bit. “I did not mean to imply that I had nothing to trade with. It just, won’t be much. I have a few spare vegetables that I’m sure I won’t be able to use in time. As for clothes. I don’t have anything made, but I do have some sewing supplies. Such as fabric and thread. Would that be a fair trade for you?”

“That would be an absolutely acceptable trade! A terrific trade for the both of us. Each getting something we would enjoy and use, why my eternal gratitude is yours!”

“There’s really no need for that, let me go get the things. I’m afraid I’ve yet to wash the fabric, but if you need I can show you how I would go about doing so. It can take a while, usually I set aside my whole day to go about washing these fabrics.”

“Oh thank you, thank you so much kind sir! This is an act of kindness, something to be remembered through the ages for sure. You shall be the reason why I do not cut off from this desolate, lonely place, and you alone. And yet, you hold not the touch now do you, as though you don’t know the astonishing act you have just accomplished! Oh how wonderful is that!”

Wincing at the lyrical words, Virgil couldn’t help but be worried for the stranger. Had she really not known kindness before, had everyone been brushing her off, what had happened to her? Still, it was none of his business, and probably best not to pry, he didn’t want to upset her.

“Just wait here and I’ll get everything.” With that he gently closed the door and went inside. Virgil rushed around, picking up his sewing supplies, and bringing the fabric he had together along with the thread and a couple needles he had laying around. Satisfied with that, he went and started going through his fridge to see what food he could give this strange woman; he had some carrots, that he and Thomas were putting off eating as long as they could; some lettuce, maybe she could make a salad. Was that enough ingredients for a salad? Virgil had no idea, he’d never made a salad before, he didn’t really like salad. Looking around his fridge some more, he grabbed a bag of the cheap chicken he had managed to get, maybe whoever she was, she enjoyed meat. If not, it was no bother, Virgil would cook it today. Doing his best to gather everything up, he was glad the stranger was carting around her things in a wagon or else it would be nearly impossible to transport her items back to wherever she lived. Which hopefully wasn’t too far.

Opening the door again, a basket of food being held in his left arm, both hands full of fabric and sewing supplies, that are somewhat organized; the smaller items being kept in a box he had managed to find. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and he rather hoped that whoever the stranger was, she wasn’t picky about containers. Virgil doubted it, it would be a weird thing to be picky about when you had nothing; yet people always seemed to surprise him in the worst ways.

“Oh wonderful, splendid even! You have provided what you have said and these are of a sublime quality! They shall do so well for my clothes, and the food in that quaint container looks scrumptious. Oh I shall be not have want for a while after this! Possibly eons, such a generous gift, of course I shan’t forget my deal of course. Here are your lovely little trinkets, they are uniquely made. Can do almost anything you can imagine!” With that Algamathene smiled a bit too wide, and, now Virgil doesn’t quite remember how this happened, but she switched the items out; Virgil’s arms had boxes of trinkets, with a slight glow to them now that he was looking at them closer. A soft glow, that also emanated from the woman; the same soft glow that surrounded Thomas’s hands whenever he was working on something that involved him manipulating the aether.

“I’m sorry to be an intrusion, if I’m being one, but are you… are you familiar with aether?”

That got a laugh out of Algamathene; her laugh was pitched, as if a mimic of a laugh; and her eyes glowed a little bit.

“Oh you, it has been a while since I have let out a laugh like that. I must admit this has been enjoyable. I am not merely familiar with the aether. For I am what resides in the beyond; I am what allows you control over the things you value so freely. However,” her voice went shrill at this, “it is not just something you can take, you must give as well. If not, the balance is upset, and disaster reigns. Oh do you know of the barren days? Aether, as you call it was nowhere, nothing had it. It’s what keeps the world together! It has been, oh, over a thousand centuries since the barren days. You dears don’t live long enough to remember, of course you don’t, the energy barely responds to you. Things of this plane are connected to this energy, you would all almost certainly die without it. But we don’t need you, you are just something to curious for your own goods. So we let you play a little, have your fun.

“However, those little trinkets, not much in the realm I’m from. But for you, they are the most valuable thing in the world. I would suggest you use them wisely.” Algamathene smiled wide, wider than that of a human, “now I’m sure you have questions dear, but I really must go! I do hope your life is… easy. You have been a wonderful trade partner.”

Virgil’s head was swimming, he hadn’t heard of this happening before. Maybe Thomas had? Either way, with a glow of light that Virgil instinctively looked away from, Algamathene was gone. Looking at the boxes of trinkets in his hand, he noticed that they still glowed. If he ever had time, he’d experiment with them later, probably fix his washing machine, as the aether keeping it running had faded. Did the aether in these fade? He wasn’t sure, he wished he could ask, he was so curious as to how they worked. Sighing, he went inside and set the trinkets down.

No longer having anything to trade for the day, he supposed he had a little time to draft up something he could make before he went and picked up his five items for the day.

[amirahart]

Car Crash || Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x (Y/N)

Warnings: Language, mentions of hospitals and car crash, idk what else

Summary: (Y/N) gets into a car accident, and Charles all but turns the world upside down.

Word count: 2280 words

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Charles couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. It was probably something stupid, anyway. He had been stressed about the upcoming race -and the fiasco that was his team’s strategy-, and (Y/N) had been worried about some upcoming deadlines that she had at work. They were not in the greatest moods, was the point, and it was late at night, and they were a tad hungry. So, at the first opportunity, they both snapped at each other. One thing led to another, and (Y/N), always the reasonable woman that she was, got up and slammed the door, grabbing her car keys and setting off for the Monegasque roads to clear her head.

So, here he was, sitting on the couch, no longer fuming, just glancing at his phone every two minutes to see how much time had passed since his girl left. Charles was literally worried sick, calling and texting her, but she was still not replying. She had been gone for five hours at this point. Where on Earth could she be?

For the first hour, he tried to distract himself. He tried to start a race on the simulator, but he saw (Y/N)’ hoodie thrown over his chair, and he got mad again. He tried to take a nap, but every time he closed his eyes, his brain filled with thoughts of her. He thought about going for a walk, but he decided against it, because he didn’t want her to find an empty house when she came back.

The second hour, he spent pacing around the house, peeking through the window, in case that her car pulled in the driveway. He was still far too stubborn to call or text, not ready to admit defeat in the argument that seemed continuously stupider and stupider. As he paced around, his anger started to evaporate and started to be replaced with worry. (Y/N) hadn’t been living in Monaco for a while, and even though she had been around the city, it had only ever been with Charles on the driver’s seat. What if something had happened to her?

The third and fourth hour were spent being paranoid. Charles made up a billion different scenarios of what could have gone wrong. What if she got lost? What if she ran out of gas? What if she stopped somewhere and she got mugged? What if she was hurt? What if she was so mad, she never came back?

At about the four hour and ten minutes mark, Charles’ worry seemed to completely overpower his anger, so much so that he called (Y/N). He decided to push all his catastrophic scenarios to the back of his head. Nothing would have gone wrong, he decided. She would just accept the call, reassure him that she still needed some time to cool off, and that she would be home soon to talk.

All this positive energy shattered when the phone kept beeping, and beeping, and beeping, and then went straight to voice mail. His heart kept getting faster every time the phone beeped. He called her again. Maybe she had her hands full at that moment, and she would answer this time. She didn’t. And he felt his heart sink to his stomach.

So, for the past fifty minutes, Charles kept calling, and texting, and calling, and texting, with no reply. He called some of her friends, but none of them knew where she was. She called her gym, her hairdresser, her nail salon, and her favorite restaurant, and still, (Y/N) seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Charles was ready to get in his car and look around for his girlfriend when he heard his phone ringing. He all but lunged himself at his phone, picking it up immediately.

“Ma chérie? Are you okay, I’m so sorry for everything…”, he started to apologize, but he was immediately cut off.

“Charles?”, (Y/N) said, and the tone of her voice almost made him drop her phone. Her voice was shaking, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and it made Charles’ heart shamble.

“Chérie, where are you? I’m coming to get you”, he bolted to the door, grabbing the keys to his Ferrari, rushing to the car.

“Charles I’m sorry, don’t get mad, I didn’t mean to…”, she interrupted herself with a sob, which made Charles wince.

“Baby, please don’t apologize, just tell me where you are”, he was already in the car, turning it on and waiting for her instructions.

“I- I’m not sure, it just hurts a lot, Charles, it hurts”, she cried. Charles immediately pushed his foot down, not even caring that he had no idea where to go. Monaco was small enough, he’d find her.

“(Y/N), please breathe, take a deep breath. What happened baby, what hurts?”, tears filled his eyes as he thought of his (Y/N) being in pain.

“My hand, I was just trying to… and then the other car… and he keeps yelling at me… I don’t know what to do”, she was hyperventilating, interrupting herself by sobbing, and Charles was ready to throw up.

“My love, you’ll be okay. I’m coming right now, everything will be okay, just please, please take a deep breath and tell me where you are baby. Please”, his vision was blurring by his tears, and he was thanking God for the high speeds that his car could reach.

(Y/N) managed to give him her location, and Charles, reaching speeds that were in no way legal, reached her in no time. He spotted two cars, one of them undeniably (Y/N)’, and he ran with all his might to reach her.

Just like she had said in the phone call, there was a man outside the driver’s window, which was now cracked. He was yelling at his girl in French, making him see red. “Eh!”, he yelled at him, gaining his attention. “Va te faire foutre, qu'est ce que tu crois faire” Go fuck yourself, what do you think you’re doing?

“Cette salope a totalisé ma voiture”, he yelled back without turning his attention away from the car, hitting the window, and making (Y/N) flinch. The moment Charles saw that, he lost all self-control. He grabbed the man and slammed him down on the hood of his car.

“Tu as de la chance qu'elle soit blessée, sinon je te ruinerais!”I, he growled in his ear. You're lucky she's hurt, otherwise I’d ruin you.

He left him there, not even caring if he hurt him or not. All he cared about was whether his girl was okay. His legs couldn’t move fast enough to get him to her door, he almost broke the door trying to open it. Charles finally got to her, weaving his hands around her waist and bringing him close to his body in a front piggy-back ride. (Y/N) hid her face in his shoulder, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. All is well now”, he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair, and kissing her gently. The whole world seemed to dim. It was only the two of them in that moment, glad to finally be in each other’s embrace. Everything seemed to be okay in that moment, when (Y/N) had her Charles’ arms around her, and Charles had his (Y/N) tight in his hands.

He didn’t know how much time had passed with them just holding each other, but Charles remembered that she said she was hurt, and immediately set her down. He stole a glance to her car. The front of it was totaled, but it was nothing he couldn’t afford to fix. The guy who was yelling at her must have recognized Charles, and his face whitened immediately. He gave him one of his business cards with his contact information, got into his car and left, but Charles could not care less. All that occupied his mind was (Y/N)’ tear-stained face, and her hand that she was clutching to her chest.

“Chérie, please let me see”, he kneeled next to her, feeling his heart break for what seemed like the millionth time tonight at the sight of his girl so fragile and broken. He noticed bruises and scratches up and down her legs, and a huge bruise right on her cheekbone.

Hesitantly, (Y/N) showed him her arm. Her wrist was swollen, her entire hand was red. It was definitely broken. Charles gently grabbed her in his arms again, guiding her to the car and showering her with kisses.

“My love, we have to go to the hospital. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay”, he kept repeating, more to himself than to her.

They both got to the car, and after a quick call to the police, they made their way to the hospital. (Y/N) was now totally relaxed in the presence of her boyfriend and felt guilt wash over her at the argument. Charles kept his hand in hers the whole drive, glancing at her every so often to assure she was well. She tried to apologize three times, but Charles kept cutting her off, kissing her hand and telling her that all would be well.

When they made it to the hospital, Charles all but carried (Y/N) to the Emergency Room. He got her a private room, forced the doctors to double and triple check everything, made them run every test, even if they assured him that it was not needed, and almost yelled at every single doctor and nurse that was on call. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her boyfriend’s behavior. She kept having to hold him back from being rude to the staff- she knew he was never rude to working people and that it was just the adrenaline, but it wasn’t the poor nurse’s fault that the pillows weren’t fluffed to his liking-.

Finally, (Y/N) got her diagnosis- a fractured wrist- got treated, and was left in her room, as the doctors decided – after some pressure from Charles- to keep her in overnight to monitor her. So, the young couple made themselves comfortable on the hospital bed, cuddling into each other after what was a super stressful day.

(Y/N) was cuddled into Charles’ side, with her head on his chest, as he ran his fingers through her hair. “How can you look so beautiful in a hospital gown?”, he mumbled into her hair, making heat rise to her cheeks.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, have I told you that?”

“Yes, once or twice”, he cuddled into her.

“Thank you, honey. For everything, I mean”, she spoke softly.

“Stop it, Chérie, you don’t need to thank me. If anything, I need to apologize. It’s all my fault”, he said, and (Y/N) immediately clapped her broken hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“It’s not your fault that guy ignored the stop sign. You did more than enough today. Don’t feel guilty. You heard the doctors, it’s just a fracture and some bruises, in 6 to 8 weeks I’ll be good as new”

“I think that we should go to another doctor tomorrow, just to be sure…”

“No! No more doctors! I’ve seen enough doctors to last a lifetime”, (Y/N) exclaimed, and they both broke out laughing. “Just promise me that you won’t force me to see any more doctors”

“As long as you promise me that you’ll never leave home like that again. I’ll drive you around everywhere, I promise”

“I promise I’ll never leave. I’m sorry”, she looked up to see him already looking down at her with a small smile.

“I’m sorry too”, he kissed the top of her head, and they slipped in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Charles hugged her tighter to his side. He never wanted to experience the kind of feelings he experienced today. The thought of anything happening to (Y/N)… he couldn’t even fathom it. He was too thankful to have her at his side.

He looked around the room, the largest room in the hospital, as he had specifically requested. It was filled with flowers that he had ordered, which he knew was a bit excessive, but he wanted his girl to feel as beautiful and comfortable as possible after the shock that she went through today. On the nightstand that was next to the bed, amongst the vase of peonies-her favorites-, was a red marker that probably one of the doctors had left. He immediately smiled at the idea he got.

He leaned over to grab the marker, gaining (Y/N)’ attention. “What’s wrong baby?”, she asked, and instead of an answer, Charles just shushed her.

“Give me your hand, Chérie”, he cooed, grabbing her broken hand with his left one. As his non-dominant hand traced soft circles on her fingers, his right hand uncapped the marker and started scribbling away with a goofy smile on his face, which made (Y/N)’ cheeks rise. She stole a quick kiss from him, but he kept his focus on her cast.

When he was done, he showed her the cast, like a proud kid showing off his drawing, and she immediately burst out laughing. Her previously white cast was now decorated with messy red handwriting spelling out “This is proof Charles Leclerc is the better driver in the relationship” “#16”, “Je t’adore”, and other little doodles. What made him proudest, though, was the sketch of his formula one car that he had made on the palm of her hand, which was terrible, but it made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt.

“You’re an idiot”

“I love you too”

[gojou-violin]

izu and his toy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| based on this post made by @spacelabrathor

| pairing: subby!izuku midoriya x gn!reader (college au)

| warnings: 18+ MDNI sex toys, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, overstimulation, some aftercare.

| wc: 3.3k

| a/n: is this mildly based off of something that happened to me recently....... uhhhhhhhh....................................................

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"Izu, the library's closing," I hissed at him as I gently shook him away.

We'd been studying in the library for a couple of hours to cram before our midterm tomorrow at 7AM, but at some point I'd let him put his head down without thinking about it, and next thing I knew, while I was still going strong with my studies, he was drooling onto his textbook. I tried to let him be for as long as I could. He had been working so hard to pass this exam on History of Pro Heroes that he'd practically started living in the library and my apartment just so he had some peace and quiet to study. But it was time to go home. I wasn't sure there was much more for either of us to study anymore without burning ourselves out.

"Shit--" Midoriya jumped up to his feet and looked around frantically. The library was pretty much empty besides us, another late night lurker, and the impatient librarian who was waiting to close up. "Shit, shit, shit--" He quickly started gathering his things and shoved them into his backpack. "I should probably go find a classroom to catch up on the time I missed--"

I cut him off by snatching his backpack and throwing it over my shoulder. "Like hell you are. You need a break. You need to sleep." I started walking out of the library with both of our backpacks over my shoulders. "It's bed time for you."

"What!"

As he chased after me, I kept walking, listening to his protests and bargains to come to my place so that he could study for just a few minutes before crashing on the couch. He'd make me breakfast! He'd buy me coffee from campus before the exam! He'd clean my apartment, buy me lunch, drive me around on the weekend with his car that he didn't like to park on campus, etc. Anything! Yet I refused with a shake of my head and a light smile.

"Bed time."

It was like talking to a five year old sometimes, I swear.

When we got to his dorm building, Midoriya used his keycard to let us in the front door, then led the way to the elevator. He was one of the lucky students that managed to get into the best dorm his Sophomore year when usually only the Seniors and Juniors won rooms in that building during the housing lottery at the end of each school year. He got a room to himself in a suite that he only had to share a bathroom and sink with three other people, he got air conditioning, space for his gaming setup, plenty of space for a fridge or two, etc. I'd never actually been up to his room before, but I had heard plenty about it before. He liked to brag about it whenever he'd come over to my place because I spent far too much on my shitty apartment off campus that I shared with four other people, which meant that there was no privacy whatsoever, and that I had to share a room with someone. Izuku was lucky and he knew it.

"If you judge me when you see what's inside, I will cry and never talk to you again," he warned me with a hand on the doorknob after using the keycard to unlock his room. "Got it?"

"Got it."

He opened the door and stopped inside. What I saw wasn't exactly surprising, but it was a bit embarrassing for him, so I suddenly understood why he never invited me or anyone else over to hang out in his oh-so-fancy dorm room that he bragged so much about. I was also starting to realize why he never got a girlfriend.

Plastered to pretty much every inch of his walls was some kind of All Might memorabilia. Posters, figurines, tapestries, flags, and so on. His sheets were red and his comforter was blue and yellow, like All Might's color scheme. Next to his gaming set up on his desk, he had a framed photo of the time he met All Might at a Pro Hero convention. Hidden behind his closet door were so many All Might t-shirts and pajama pants that I thought I was going crazy.

I tried my best not to laugh. I wasn't judging him, I just thought it was cute... He was really obsessed with All Might, I knew that, but... I didn't realize it was that bad.

"Oh, this is gold," I snickered as I saw a pair of clean All Might themed boxers hanging out of a drawer. I went to inspect them while putting them away for him, but as I did so, I pulled the drawer open a bit, and what I saw made me stop in my tracks. "Iz?"

He saw what I was staring at and immediately scrambled to hide it from me, but I stopped him before he could slam the drawer shut.

"I didn't think you'd actually go digging through shit--"

"I didn't dig."

"Why were you looking in my underwear drawer in the first place!" His voice pitched with panic.

I looked over at him, still smiling, to find that he'd gone pale with worry and embarrassment while still trying to find the perfect opportunity to hide his shame from me after I'd stopped holding so firmly onto the drawer.

"When'd you buy it?"

"I'm not telling you!" He tried to push the drawer closed again. I held true. "My eighteenth birthday, okay?!"

"Why?"

He strained to close the drawer. My smirk widened.

"Why are you so shy about it, Izu?"

He turned from pale to red at the nickname. "Why are you teasing me about it..." he croaked.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm just asking."

"I'm endlessly ashamed of this whole situation, okay, can we just let it go?"

I grabbed the toy from his drawer to inspect it a bit. His eighteenth birthday, huh? So, what, he went to a sex toy store the second he could go into one, and he walked out with a transparent fleshlight? I'd seen worse from kids our age. I wasn't so sure why he would be sheepish about it. He was a young, single college kid. It was understandable that he needed something... I just never expected that Izuku Midoriya of all people would buy a fleshlight instead of something a bit smaller and more secretive.

"Is it nice?" I asked.

He finally managed to grab it from me. "That's for me to know and you to forget while I die of shame."

I laughed. "Stop being so squirmy about it, Izu!" I jumped onto his bed and relaxed against the pillows that were propped against the wall. "I think it's cute that you bought a toy for yourself."

He choked on air. "Stop that--"

"What?"

"You know..."

Did I know? Perhaps I did. All the blushing glances he'd send my way, all the times he'd ask to stay over at my place even though his was better, all the times he insisted on being a gentleman by holding the door for me, buying me food instead of letting me use my student meal points, driving me around even though he disliked it, spending all of his time with me. Yes, I think I always knew but I suppressed it because I didn't want to make a fool of myself by jumping to conclusions simply because he didn't act like any of my other guy friends; simply because he was better than any guy I knew. But now we were in his room, he was as red as a tomato while hugging his fleshlight in his arms to try to hide it from my sight, and he was shaking when he heard me call him Izu and when I said he was cute.

"You are cute, though, Izu," I tested the waters a bit more.

"You're being mean."

I watched him closely for a minute to see if he really meant it, but the strain in his pants said otherwise. Still, I didn't want to push it too far if he wasn't okay with it, so I played it safe by telling him that I'd leave if he really wanted me to. I wasn't smiling or teasing when I said it. I was as sincere as I'd ever been. If he really didn't want it, if he really hated it, I'd leave.

"No, wait--" He reached out to stop me. "I just... I don't know... How do you expect me to not be embarrassed about this? It's not like I was ever planning on having a friend come over and find... this."

He was close enough to me now that I could reach out for the toy again, and this time he let it happen while he stared at me with big eyes like a deer in headlights. I looked at the details of the toy. It was big. When he bought it, he probably had someone at the store tell him, "Are you sure? It might not be the right fit." Which meant that he probably really did fit into something that deep... The entrance of it was tight, but I could see that deep within it, it was a bit wider to fit his size. I swallowed hard. Did he really fit that? Did he know that they were supposed to be somewhat tight to feel good, or did he just go with it when it didn't properly fit?

"You clean it?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Good."

He burned a brighter red.

"Do you have any others?"

He shook his head.

"How often do you use it?"

He trembled and played with his fingers anxiously as he stared at the ground and replied, "Couple of times a week..."

Oh, the poor thing... He was really desperate, wasn't he? I felt bad for him. If only I'd known sooner.

"When'd you use it last?"

"Wha-- I-- Well, you know, I've, uh, I've been really, uh, busy, and, you know, well..." Izuku trailed off as I perched my finger under his chin and lifted his gaze. "Last night."

"We were hanging out last night, Izu."

"After that!"

"Is that why you left in such a hurry?"

He nodded.

"Poor thing."

He melted into my hand subconsciously. Over the past few days, when we'd been studying endlessly at the library, he'd come up with excuses to race home afterwards, like to shower, or grab pajamas, or something along those lines, before driving to my place. I really didn't think much of it at the time because I was so tired and stressed, too, but... Now that I knew the truth, I was beginning to wonder if he was racing home to get all of his anxiety out using his toy before coming to see me.

I mentioned then and there while caressing his cheek that he must be under so much pressure, that he must be so tired and stressed, that he must be so desperate for some release and some help. I don't know when or how or why, but something snapped in Midoriya, and suddenly he was melting further into my hand while inching closer to me until he was standing between my legs, his growing erection pressed up against the edge of his mattress.

"Not so shy now, are you?" I cooed.

He shook his head vaguely.

When I reached down to slowly run my hand from his hip to his pubic bone, he tensed up and pursed his lips, holding back a moan that nearly escaped him if he hadn't stopped himself so quickly. That just wouldn't do... I wanted to hear him. So I drifted further down until my hand was cupping his erection. He finally broke, lurching forward as he whined pathetically.

"Don-- Don't-- Don't tease--" he croaked.

"Mmm... Why not?" I whispered in his ear.

He moaned again as I slid my hand under his pants and underwear. "'Cause... 'Cause... I can't- I can't-- Fuck--"

"'Cause you're really desperate, Izu? Is that it?"

"Fuck--"

I pushed his pants down a bit, letting gravity do the rest so that everything fell easily to his knees, his cock springing free. So he hadn't bought the wrong size toy after all. There he was, my best friend, red faced with lust and embarrassment, his cock hard for me, his hands shaking as he gripped his sheets for dear life to stop himself from grinding against my thigh. He was big. He wasn't as long as I expected considering the depth of the toy, but he was certainly wide enough for it.

"Would you feel better if you got to fuck your toy?"

He nodded without a second thought.

"Go on, then." I turned the toy in my hands so that the opening was facing him, and I placed it between my thighs, just where his dick was waiting eagerly for some kind of stimulation; but I refused to help him. I wanted to see what it was like when he was alone and fucked his toy. I wanted to see what Izuku Midoriya looked like when he was practically in heaven. "Fuck your toy for me."

A small voice in the back of my mind was trying to knock some sense into me by screaming that this was my best friend, and that I was overstepping by coming into his room and telling him to get off in front of me. I was trying to warn myself that I was ruining my friendship by doing this. But then the devil on my shoulder was whispering into my ear that Izuku would look so cute when his sweaty hair would fall in his face, when his freckled cheeks would glow red as he got closer to the edge, when he'd grab onto me as he came into his toy. The sexual tension in the room was far stronger than any bit of reason I had left.

"I... Are you sure?" Midoriya looked up at me with puppy eyes.

I nodded with a smirk. "Go on."

With his grip still tough on his sheets, he swiveled his hips until his tip was playing with the entrance of the toy. "My lotion," he whispered while pointing to the table next to us. I leaned over to grab it for him.

"Show me exactly how you do it all, Izu."

I watched as he used some of the lotion to lube up his cock before burying two greasy fingers inside of the toy. It looked like he was trying to impress me by showing what he could do to someone else if given the chance, but to me, it looked like he was an inexperienced kid who'd never actually fingered someone before. I giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Wha--" He stared at me with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I..."

"Why'd you stop?"

Suddenly, with a little pep in his step, he fingered the toy a bit faster to make sure it was slick enough for him to fuck before he pulled out of it then pressed his cock in. He hunched forward a bit while doing so. His breath hitched and his knees buckled slightly, all of which told me that he was definitely as inexperienced as I initially thought he was.

With the toy still pressed between my thighs, Midoriya braced his hands on my thighs, then he started fucking the toy slow and deep, likely feeling the stretch of the silicon around his twitching length. He probably didn't even know what a real, warm hole felt like... How cute... It was so mesmerizing to watch him fasten his pace desperately while his thrusts got increasingly sloppier, his head hanging low as his hair fell in his face, and he was moaning constantly under his breath.

"You're such a good boy." It escaped me before I could even think to hold back such a lewd compliment.

However, it seemed to give him a greater sense of urgency because he was rolling his hips and reaching deeper and different angles with every thrust in. What happened to catch me off guard, however, was how he looked up at me suddenly, his green hair sticking to his forehead, and he leaned forward to kiss me passionately. His fingers clawed into my knees to hold me still as he sloppily stuck his tongue into my mouth and made an attempt to fight for dominance. I inevitably began fighting back before I ultimately won. He gave in and followed my lead. I smiled against his lips. He was moaning so affectionately, I could have melted and moaned back right then and there if I didn't hold myself back for the sake of seeming like I had more self-control than him.

"Is this what you imagined would happen when you bought this toy, Izu?" I mumbled against his lips.

"No..."

"Mmm... What do you think about when you're fucking it... When you're all alone in your room at night... Chasing your orgasm so you can race to my apartment and act like nothing ever happened..."

He whined.

"Hmmm? Tell me."

"You!" He gasped loudly as he hit a sensitive spot. "I think about fucking you-- Fuck!" His grip on me was starting to hurt, which was how I knew he was close. "I just wanna make you feel good..."

"One of these days, Izu. I promise. Just keep going. You can cum."

He panted into my mouth as he fucked his toy fast and faster and harder and harder until suddenly--

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, I'm cumming, fuck, god, fuck, I can't, fuck!"

I looked down at the transparent fleshlight just in time to see him burying himself deep inside of it as he came hard. His forehead fell against my shoulder. His body shook from being so overwhelmed.

"Keep going," I encouraged. "It'll feel good."

He listened despite his brain being fried. He pulled back a bit, then carefully slid back in while he was shooting the last of his cum out. He shivered and went weak a bit. I barely caught him with my hands under his armpits before he could collapse onto the ground.

“Izuku?” I lifted him back up a bit after he got his feet back under him. “You okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Fuck.” He took in a deep breath to try to relax. “Fuck.”

I tried to find his face under his hair to see if he was really alright and to get a grasp of what happened. Behind his hair, he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes again. “What happened?”

He blushed. “I think I came too hard…”

I laughed.

“It’s not funny!”

I kissed him while I was still laughing. “I told you it’d feel good.”

Before he could kiss me back, I pulled away to help him out of the toy since he was soft now and his legs were shaking. I jumped off the bed to make room for him to lay down. He sighed as he got on his bed, his pants pulled up again to cover himself as he rested and I left his room to clean the toy in a lazy way so that I could set it to the side for now and clean it properly for him later. I set it to dry on top of his dresser.

“This is weird, right?” he asked me.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s weird. Do you?”

“No. I thought you’d think it was weird.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re my best friend. And we just… You know…”

“It’s only weird if you think it’s weird, Izuku.” I rolled onto the tall bed to snuggle up with him. “I liked it.”

He shimmied down so that he could be the smaller spoon in our embrace, so that he could hug my torso and I could kiss the top of his head. “I liked it, too,” he admitted while hiding his face in my shirt.

“Good.” I kissed his hair and let my lips stay there. “I’m glad.”

Now it was time for us to finally rest before our midterm tomorrow. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to think about anything besides him now, but... There was always after the midterm.

[jaehunnyy]

His same, old, safe bet

Part 3 - What do you want from me?

Synopsis: Jeong Jaehyun has been the college's resident heartbreaker since before girls could even remember. He didn't care about feelings—well, until he met you. Blinded by your thirst for revenge, you become determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. It's only a matter of time before Jaehyun's carefully crafted walls come crashing down... right at your feet.

Genre: college!au, kind of an enemies-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, attempt of crack

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: heartthrob!Jaehyun × fem!reader (feat. Yuta × reader's bff)

Warnings: mentions of bad past relationships, mentions of heartbreak, some curse words, Jaehyun is a bit of a douchebag and he flirts a lot, usage of pet names, crack, abrubt ending (this chapter), possible grammatical mistakes

✨️ Taglist: @painted-hills, @kookiedesi, @shakalakaboomboo, @bluisheye93, @daegall, @lovelyjaem, @ahtisa02, @carelessshootanonymous, @justineasian, @eneiyri, @pckeia, @shairamaexx, @vanclaudewho, @sungbeam, @chuusposts, @mkjeong, @precioussoulofmine, @sstarrysshit, @evilsailorsenshi, @angel-luv-04

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One week has passed since your first encounter with Jeong Jaehyun. As much as it bothered you to admit, while the pain of the thoughts was crushing your pride in sharp pieces, you found yourself thinking about him and his weird antics. His last words were tattooed on the back of your brain, their weight feeling like a burden and giving you headaches. You used to believe in love at first sight, but you were now gathering all the strength to erase the thought that you might have fallen in love with him. You weren't supposed to, as he was only a challenge for you, a chance to prove him wrong. Your eyes were absentmindedly staring outside the window, your fingers fidgeting with the straw inside the drink you had ordered a while ago.

"Y/N, are you listening?" your friend, Ari, stopped typing on her phone, waving her hand in front of you so she can get your attention.

"Were you talking to me? Since you and Yuta have gotten together, your eyes are glued on your damn phone."

She pressed her lips together, in hope to have her smile contained—though it didn't work, her lips immediately stretching into happiness at the mention of his boyfriend.

"Sorry, Y/N. I was telling you about how our date went, but you spaced out. What's up?"

"I was just thinking about some assignments I need to get done. Tell me more about your date," you tried your best to force a smile, though right then, you were the suspicious one.

Worried that she might notice the change of your attitude, you brushed it off immediately, giving her a gentle nudge so she can start talking.

"It was very cute! He brought me roses and all—he's a real gentleman!" she squealed like a kid, clapping her hands softly.

Her genuine happiness made you chuckle, sincerely this time. You were happy that she had found herself a nice guy, but you were hoping it would last too. Your look traveled to the little clock placed on the taupe-colored wall, and you jumped off the chair in disbelief.

"Holy shit, i'm going to be late! I'm leaving now, take care!"

Without giving her any chance to say her goodbyes to you, you ran out of the café, your legs moving at their fastest pace. You kept on walking like that for around five minutes, before a loud honk resonated next to you. At first, you wanted to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop. Already annoyed, you looked in that direction, ready to shout at the someone that kept bothering you—but that was before his right front window rolled down, every thought dissipating at the sight of him. His signature smirk furrowed his face again, making you roll your eyes. Were you really bothered, though?

"Do you need a ride, hon'?" his voice resonated again, his hand resting on the steering wheel.

"I can get there by myself. You're no savior." you spat, smiling innocently. "Plus, if you wouldn't have appeared, what would have happened?"

He was quite intimidated by your stare and how it had an impact on him every time, along with the way you had a back up answer for his words, always.

"Just get in, I won't bite. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms softly. He burst out laughing, though when he saw the burning flames your eyes held, he stopped immediately.

"What were you thinking about? What I meant was that you will luckily get to your classes in time, and I get to spend time with you. So you'd better stop sitting here, on your own, and actually hop into my car."

You sighed, measuring the opportunities. "It's not like a 10 minutes ride with him would kill you. C'mon, Y/N." And though you knew that it wasn't part of your plan, you got inside.

The first two minutes were peaceful, but the silence was interrupted by his raspy voice. The only difference was that he wasn't talking, but singing. His honey voice matched the song perfectly, and as much as you wished to prevent that from happening, some butterflies started to dance in your stomach. If only it was the right time, but it wasn't the time to feel flattered by him, god, you had a mission. So you did what you thought was best right then—turned off the radio.

"Y/N? You actually resemble someone I tried to avoid my whole childhood."

You glared at him again, getting more and more confused with everything that was slipping through his mouth.

"And may I ask, who is that?" you bit your lip nervously, excepting a foul pick-up line of his again. Though—you wouldn't have ever imagined what would come next.

"Grinch. You remind me of Grinch. Do you know him? The one who stole Christmas, yeah." he stated with a serious face, before his laughter could replace the awkward silence. "You're both really grumpy… But if it makes you feel any better, you look a bit better than him."

If you used to find him the tiniest bit charming before, now it all went away, deep into the void.

"Grinch?! Jeong Jaehyun, I swear to God I'll end you."

"You'll end me? And how will you do this, doll?"

His calm tone irritated you, and the pet names he came with made you cringe every single time.

"I'll distract you until you crash," you threw him an evil smile, before realizing the deep meaning of your words: "No, wait, this could have both of us hurt!"

His chortling was heard once again, and you really wanted to smack him. Was he laughing at everything?

"You are such a dummy sometimes, Y/N." he said while parking the car, his hands handling the steering wheel skillfully. "Attractive", you thought, before shaking your head. And you made it obvious too.

"Y/N… you are acting very weird today. Am I, maybe, the reason behind this behaviour of yours?"

He was getting too full of himself, and you had to do something about it.

"No, it's actually your friend, Dokyeom. He is really hot, and less of a douchebag too." you proudly smiled, and got out of his car, leaving him high and dry once again.

There you were, again. The sassy Y/N he knew. The girl who tricked him with a fake name, the one who made him feel what losing his mind was like. The different one. He watched your figure getting smaller as you walked away, before leaving his car with a slam of the front door. His friends, Dokyeom and Mingyu, were working on a project together, and Yuta was attending his class. He shrugged and regained his cool posture, before putting his sunglasses on and walking inside the big building.

Two hours later, the break found him entering the café, as usual. His friends were waiting there, but they seemed to pay attention to the girls talking a few tables away. Even from a distance, they could tell how important the conversation was. And they were right. Ari had finally decided to tell you about her ex, and though you felt like the world around you crashed, it all made sense. A blinding thirst for revenge grew inside of you, and you already knew what you had to do. On the other side, you walked to your table like nothing happened, a weird smile plastered on your once—bright face.

"Hey, Y/N! We're meeting once again." he waved and sat next to you.

He felt like he needed to hurry this process, before the tables could have turned.

"Look, I want you to go on a date with me. If you'll enjoy it, we will meet again. If not, I promise I will leave you alone, for good."

Your eyes widened at his words, crimson red blush settling on your cheeks. He was giving up fastly, and that was odd. You knew he was planning something, but so were you.

"Are you in?"

You were more than happy with how the tables started to turn. "I'll show you why you shouldn't have messed with me, Jung," you thought, before opening your mouth to give him the answer.

[gotnofucks]

Will you make me a drabble where I ask Steve to be my daddy or just make him my daddy🥺🥺👉👈 love you bestie!!

Title: The Journey to Daddy

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Five times you call Steve ‘daddy’, and the one times he asks you to.

Words: 1.6k

Warning: slight smut, daddy kink, some jealousy and possessiveness, 18+ Only

A/N: There is only one person who can ever make me go soft. Berry, this is for you. Love you more my queen @donutloverxo

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1.

Sometimes, you felt like an onion. You had a lot of layers around you: secrets, insecurities, dreams you were scared of living, things that were never said. And every time, it felt like Steve would peel a layer to expose the truest form of you. You'd never felt as naked as you did when his eyes were fixed on you, with no judgement or question, only love.

You'd been going out for months now, learning about each other, exploring your boundaries. Steve was the most attentive boyfriend. He was caring and respectful, always there for you before you even asked for him. He'd lift you up when you needed something from the top shelf. He'd cook for you because he knew you liked the domestic look on him. He'd tickle you to tears when you were down, trailing kisses down your forehead to your nose to your chin before blowing a raspberry on the hollow of your neck that would have you giggling.

Steve was so perfect, and it was very unconscious the first time you called him Daddy. You were in the kitchen and had broken a plate when Steve came rushing out, carrying you away from the wreckage to make sure you were okay. he wouldn't let you clean it, afraid you'd hurt yourself.

"You're okay baby?" He had asked.

"Yes daddy" you had softly replied into his neck, soothed by his smell. And though he didn't say anything, the thought kept running in his head. Daddy?

2.

Your cries got higher with each thrust, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder as he pumped into you. He loved it when you got like this, all dumbed down and messy, garbling words that felt like poetry to him. You came around him again, squeezing his length between the velvety walls of your sex and he released into you with a growl.

Sweaty and spent, you looked a beauty to him as you laid under his naked body covered in his essence. His large body framed yours and as he leaned in to kiss your glistening and bruised lips, you tiredly said, "I love you, daddy".

He stilled, whispering a love you back before collapsing next to you. Looking at you drifting away, he got up to clean you and cover you up, holding you close as his thoughts ran wild. There it was again. Daddy. Why did you call him that?

3.

Your birthdays were more important to Steve than they were to you. Every time, even when you’d not been dating, Steve would pull all stops for your birthday. He’d arrange a party that would consist only of your closest friends and family, cook all your favorite food, and would make sure everyone got you a present you liked.

There was that time Steve had made a list and gave it out. “Just get her something from this. I know what she likes.” Idiot. He should have put only his name on the list, since there was nothing you wanted more than him. Today, as you celebrated this day as a couple, he decided to make it intimate and private.

He decorated the balcony in your favorite fairy lights, lightening soft candles and putting your favorite flowers everywhere so that it smelled divine. You both sat under the stars, holding each other as you snuggled in the blanket, talking in hushed tone.

“What did you wish for when you blew the candles?” He asked, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. You looked at him, eyes reflecting the candles that danced in the wind.

“I have everything I want. Here.” You said, touching his chest. “You’re all I want. Thank you for today, daddy.”

You kissed him, not noticing the slight hitch in his breath as you said that. Daddy, he liked how that sounded.

4.

The sounds of typing were a normal in your house, but it bothered Steve when it went past midnight for the third night in a row. He saw you stifle another yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to finish this project on time. You worked way too hard if you asked him.

“Baby, come to bed. It’s late.”

“I can’t, really need to get this done.”

Steve sighed, washing your now empty coffee mug before sitting beside you. He counted three more yawns along with four curses whispered under your breath and he knew he needed to step in. Gently stopping your hand, he turned you to face him and cupped your face.

“You still have four days before you need to turn this in. Come to bed honey, you’re tired and I don’t wanna sleep without you.”

You pouted, tired and internally glad that he finally stopped you. Nodding, you allowed him to more or less carry you into the bedroom and put you into pajamas, tucking you into the warmth of his body as he turned out the lights.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll make you your favorite breakfast tomorrow so you’re all charged up for another day of working. I love you.”

His arms came around you, your back to his chest. Tangling your fingers with his, you pressed a sleepy kiss on his knuckles before whispering into the dark, “good night daddy. Love you too.”

5.

The fifth time you did it, you scared him.

The Avengers Gala was something Steve hated and loved. He loved he could have you on his arm, his girl to proclaim before the world. His friends got together and had a nice time, and people he hadn’t seen for a while surfaced too.

What Steve couldn’t handle was the audacity of men to ogle you. Despite you being on his arm, they would follow you with their creepy eyes, trying to sneak in a word whenever someone pulled him away from you. He knew he mustn’t be jealous; if there was anything Steve was ever secure about, it was your love for him. But he couldn’t stand still watching some good for nothing bastard try to win you over with a pick up line that was older than he was.

“Excuse me gentlemen” He almost growled, taking your arm possessively before whisking you away into a dark corner, intent on having you all to himself. You rolled your eyes, used to this act by now. You’d never told him, but it was almost endearing watching a man like him get so antsy over you.

“You can’t always hide me away!” You chided him but didn’t push him away. You preferred his company over any other, and if were to take you home right now, you wouldn’t mind. Steve bit his lips before cutting a glance to the men who were flirting with you earlier, a snarl lodged in his chest.

“No, but I can do this!” His lips crashed on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss that tasted of his power and love. You melted into his touch, arms hooking around his neck to bring him down to your height, tongues tangling together in a sloppy kiss. Steve didn’t let up until you had to finally break to breath, both panting hard.

“What was that for?” You asked, softly touching your lips that tingled.

“To remind everyone that you belong to me!” He said, pulling you closer. You smiled, pressing another kiss on his lips before tucking your head under his neck.

“Of course I belong to you daddy.”

He spent the rest of the party distracted. You’d called him that a lot recently. But why? Did you want him to be a daddy? You'd both decided to never to have children in the early days of getting together. Why then did you call him daddy? And why did it send a thrill down his back? God, he hoped you weren't pregnant.

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The morning after the party, he woke you up with kisses trailing down your neck, soothing the sting of the bites he had placed there last night. As you whimpered, wanting to sleep some more, he pushed a hand under your top to tickle your ribs, smiling as you giggled and squirmed.

“Steve!” You squealed as he reached under your breast. He chuckled before kissing up your exposed tummy, loving the sounds of your laughter as he reached your mouth and pressed deep and slow kisses there.

“Good morning.” He said, nuzzling his nose into you. You sighed in happiness, snuggling into him and breathing in his scent.

“Good morning.”

You stayed that way for a while, him gently rocking you back and forth as you hummed, enjoying the quiet morning together. It was after a few minutes that Steve spoke.

“Why do you call me daddy?”

A sudden shyness came over you and you buried your face deeper into his chest, not speaking. Steve tutted, gently pulling you back and titling your face up to meet his eyes.

"Do you want us to have a kid?" Steve asked and you shook your head.

"No." You said, embarrassed.

"Then why do you call me daddy?"

You looked at him with glittering eyes, cupping his cheek softly that was threatening to develop a scruff if not shaved.

"Because I trust you." You said. "I never have to hide from you, never have to worry. You look after me, you love me unconditionally. You care about me in a way no one has ever before. When you take charge, it makes me feel good. I love it when you guide me in bed. I love it when you step up and look after me. Calling you daddy puts those feelings into words."

Steve couldn't look away from you and your eyes. The love and trust you put in him made him a better person, it made him feel worthy. All he ever wanted in life was to have someone to call his own, to hold them and love them and never let any harm come to them. Looking into your eyes, he knew he had all he wanted. He held you closer and tighter, brushing your lips with his.

"Say it again then, baby."

"Daddy"

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Every Step You Take Ch 1

Summary - The first time you had seen him was so unremarkable an incident that not even the reporters obsessed with his every move would give you a moment of their time for that story, so inconsequential that you a civilian had nearly forgotten it as just another night in Gotham city. He hadn't forgotten though, and as you kept crossing his path he resolved to not let you forget. Your fourth encounter was what pushed you right into his awaiting arms and he wasn't about to let you go.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and threat of rape (not by Batman)

It had been past midnight when it happened. Really you should have been home by 10 that night but your boss had forced you to stay and close since your coworker had called in sick again. The only good thing about your piece of shit car was that the doors locked, so you felt a little secure as you drove home in the pouring rain. 

You had to squint your eyes and lean forward to see the road as your wipers flew across the windshield every second but still not fast enough to clear the view. You could barely see five feet ahead of you and didn't dare go any faster than 20 miles per hour, glancing back slightly as the car behind you honked again. So preoccupied in waving your hand futilely to motion the driver to go around you that you were completely caught off guard when something slammed full force into the front of your car. 

You whipped back around, screaming before your eyes had even made sense of the large black mass plastered to your windshield. You hit the brake so hard the car behind you had to veer into the oncoming lane to keep from crashing into you and finally passed you, swearing and honking but you paid them no mind because whatever that black mass was had eyes, human eyes staring intently at you.

You rolled down your window, sticking your head out and yelling to be heard over the rain.

"Are you okay?"

Your hair was soaked immediately and water ran down your face in rivulets as you watched the man get onto his feet to stand on the hood of your car, so imposingly large you suddenly had a lot less confidence in the ability of your tiny old car to hurt him. He stared down at you a moment, a moment long enough to make you wonder if he was hurt before jumping off your car and disappearing into the night as fast as he had appeared.

You stared after his back, your brain only then catching up to put together the pieces about the mask he wore over the top half of his face, the imposing figure he cut, and his ability to walk away from a car accident to realize that you had just hit Batman. The vigilante people either loved or hated, but spoke of obsessively. It wasn't until the second time you met him that you began to join in.

The second time you met him was just a couple weeks after the first, and you had nearly forgotten all about that encounter. Again your coworker had called in and you were asked to stay late and close. You watched the clock, wiping down the same counter for the fourth time, counting down the seconds till the clock would hit midnight and you could finally lock the door and flip over the open sign. There had been only ten minutes left, when the door swung open making you internally groan, you had already wiped down everything in preparation for closing and now would have to do it again.

You straightened up immediately when you caught sight of the person who had walked in, a ski mask covering their entire face leaving only their shifty eyes to be seen as they darted back and forth across the coffee shop.

"Hi, what can I-"

You were cut off as they reached into their back pocket and pulled out a gun, your body freezing as your heart jumped into your throat. Only able to focus on the gun, not even hearing the words the person was yelling at you. Your manager was in his office, right next to which you knew there was a door that would lead him outside, you prayed to any stronger power listening that he wouldn't leave through it, leaving you here alone when you weren't even meant to be here in the first place.

You were forced out of your trance as a loud bang was heard, a scream following it and your hearing finally returned as you realized you were the one screaming.

"The next bullet is going to go through your skull if you don't fucking move." The person said, their voice muffled but sounding a little pitched regardless.

"And if you don't put that gun down I'm going to rip your head clean off your shoulders." A deep hoarse voice said, and it took you a moment to locate where it had come from. He was standing in the far left corner of the coffee shop blending into the shadows there due to the lack of streetlight on the side until he stepped forward. You hadn't even noticed the door opening, much less noticed him come in but you recognized him much quicker this time as he walked out between you and the robber. His eyes focused intently on the perpetrator, not even sparing you a glance as he moved far too fast towards a fully loaded gun.

Before the robber could even make up his mind about whether to try shooting the vigilante despite everyone in Gotham knowing bullets didn't work on him, he had the gun in his hand and was pulling it out the robber's with such ease you would think he intended to give it to him.

"I wasn't gonna shoot man, please just let me go." The robber pleaded, backing up until he hit the glass door he had come from.

You gasped as Batman suddenly grabbed the man's head slamming it violently into the glass behind him.

"You don't expect me to believe that do you?" The Batman asked but before he could get a response the sound of blaring sirens was heard as police cars with their lights flashing raced down the street towards the coffeeshop.

He opened the door and threw the robber out with such force they landed a couple feet away before slamming the door back closed and turning the lock until it clicked. A jolt went through you as he turned to look at you, rooted to your spot despite your racing heart as the imposing man walked across the shop towards you. He stopped right before you, staring down at you the way he had that night on your car.

"Don't stay out so late." He said to you before sliding past you through the employee door between the counters towards the back. You heard your manager scream in a pitch so high it made you wince before the back down opened and slammed close definitively, telling you he was gone.

Your manager finally came out to the front, red in the face and sweating far too much for a man that had hidden in his office the entire time.

"Did Batman try to rob us?" He asked you, and you could only shake your head. Moments ago you had been praying he would come to the front and not leave you alone but now he just seemed like a mild nuisance and you couldn't wait to get home. By the look of the two cops standing at the door and waving at you to open the door you could tell it was going to be a very long night.

The third time was when it settled in how deeply unlucky you were as a person to keep getting into these situations, but also lucky that Batman just always happened to be around. Your windshield had been cracked ever since Batman decided to body slam your car, and though you had been driving it despite that it had made a really concerning sputtering noise when you started it so you had decided not to test your luck and taken the subway. Your last class had run a bit longer than expected which after your five years in college you should have anticipated would happen because professors who did evening classes had no lives to get home to.

You had noticed the group of rowdy boys sitting at the end of the compartment and chose a seat on the very other end where the few other passengers seemed to have congregated having the same idea about staying away from the rowdy group. You pulled out your textbook, hoping that if you looked boring and preoccupied they would leave you alone despite the glances you saw a couple of them send your way. Also even being in school part time was killing you since you worked full time so you had to take any chance you could to get in some studying.

As your stop was announced you stood, making your way to the door and trying to keep your balance as the subway screeched to a halt. Your heart skipping a beat as you saw from your peripheral the group of boys stand too, you were probably just being paranoid.

You should have known there was no such thing as being too paranoid in Gotham city because the moment the subway doors closed and it started moving again the boys were calling out towards you. You broke out into a run, hoping you could just make it up the stairs and out of the station where there would hopefully be people. You didn't even make it into the first step before one had grabbed you by your backpack and tugged you back so hard you went sprawling down onto your butt.

"Give me the bag." One said.

"Please, I don't have anything." You said, not wanting them to take your bag with the hundreds of dollars worth of textbooks you had in there that would be worthless to them. You couldn't afford to buy them again.

"Give me the fucking bag or I'll let each of my boys take a turn fucking you and then we'll take it anyway."

Your body went cold at the threat, and you shakily swung around your backpack, opening it up and offering it forward.

"Please just take the wallet and the phone but leave my books, I need those." You tried again, too shocked to so much as make a sound as a heavy hand collided so hard with your cheek your neck made a cracking noise as your face whipped to the side. The corner of your lip tearing beneath the force, that entire side of your face burning red hot.

"We'll decide what we take." One of them said, but you couldn't even bring yourself to look up to see which one had spoken. They roughly turned your bag upside down, and you scrambled back to avoid a hardcover textbook from landing on your knee, not getting far before you bumped into one of their legs and jumped away.

"Shit she only has like ten dollars and her phone's all fucked up.

"I told you we should have gone after the little Asian dude." One of them said.

"The old Asian dude didn't have tits like that. So what if she doesn't have money, she has those."

You scrambled up no longer caring about the textbooks and tried to make a run for it towards the stairs but one of them stuck their arm out as you tried to pass them, catching you by the stomach and pushing you back between them.

"Don't come near me. If you leave now I won't tell anyone, but you'll get in serious trouble if you touch me."

"By who? The cops don't give a fuck about some bitch with ten dollars to her name."

"By me." A deep hoarse voice said, eyes you now recognized glinting from within the darkness of the tunnel before he emerged into the light. This time he was looking directly at you, eyes darting from your own, to your reddened cheek, to your bloody lip.

"Who are you?" One of them asked, swaggering up to him and getting right in his face. He looked back at his friends, you didn't know what he saw but whatever it was made him swing back with the intent to punch. His fist was caught midair, and swung downward with such force you heard an audible crack. The boy stumbled back with a blood-curling scream tearing past his lips pushing the others into action. They all ran towards him at once, safe for one, who lingered by you. A single glance up at his face told you he was the only one that truly understood what and who Batman was, but maybe not considering he hadn't run yet.

You turned back to see two of the boys already on the floor, looking close to unconsciousness, another being pinned down to the floor by the throat. The other pulled something out of his pocket that glinted dangerously in the poor lighting of the station.

"Look out! Behind you." You called out, watching as Batman whirled around and hit his forearm into the boy's hand that held the knife with such force the knife went scattering onto the rails. You recognized this one to be the one that had hit you and couldn't help but feel vindicated as Batman punched him in the face so hard blood instantly began to spurt out of his nose, down his face. It took three more punches and a kick to the ribs before the boy finally went down, probably their leader if you were going by how long he held out compared to the rest.

Two of them had gotten back up and were running at him again, but you didn't get to see what happened because you were suddenly yanked up by the arm, being dragged towards the rails before you could so much as make a sound. Hearing the sound of the subway coming you resisted with everything you had in you, throwing all your weight in the opposite direction and sinking low in an attempt to make him let go but the boy had a death grip on your arm. You reached out intending to claw at his eyes but he deflected and your nails caught in the skin of his cheek instead, making him hiss but he didn't let go.

You could see the headlights of the subway now as they lit up the tunnel Batman had emerged from, and dug your heels into the platform to try to stop it but it was all to no avail.

"Hey!" The one holding you screamed capturing Batman's attention away from the boy he had wrestled into a headlock while he had the other pushed against the banner of the stairs by a steel rod the boy still held in his own hands.

"You better save her." He said just before he pushed you down the platform into the rails by the arm he was holding.

You landed on all fours, seeing the subway barreling towards you only beginning to brake. Nowhere near slow enough yet for you to be able to get out of the way in time. You stared at it like a deer caught in headlights, only able to think of what a shitty way this was to die. Suddenly a force barreled into you but not from the side you were expecting. You were swept up against a large body and in motion until you felt it jolt violently as you both crashed against something hard but the other person took the full brunt of the collision.

You opened your eyes you hadn't realized you had closed to be looking at a broad chest covered in sleek black armor.

"Why didn't you scream?" He asked, his voice so low it sounded like a growl. He had to repeat himself twice before you could even make sense of his words, your ears ringing so badly you could only stare at his moving lips under his dark mask.

"I did a couple times." You mumbled, head spinning and you blinked several times to try to clear the dark spots.

"When that boy was about to throw you in front of the subway. Why didn't you scream for me?" He clarified impatiently.

"You seemed a little preoccupied." You offered, honestly uncertain about why you had done anything you did since you got the subway. Clearly your instincts were not very good in dangerous situations.

Two fingers tilted up your chin until you were looking up at him instead of at his chest. His thumb rubbing along the corner of your mouth making you wince and he stopped moving his thumb instantly. The subway took off again and the sound of it made your brain catch up enough to remember the boys on the other side of the rails.

"Are they gone?" You asked, whirling around to take a look but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close and keeping you from moving back.

"Careful, there's not enough space here. They ran away the moment I went after you." He said, his breath blowing against your ear as he spoke. Relief flooded through you, making you go near boneless but Batman kept you supported easily by the tight grip he had on your waist.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay out so late at night?" He asked suddenly.

"I wasn't out for fun, I can't help having to go to work or school." You answered, getting the sense that he was blaming you for this.

"Get a better schedule." He ordered.

"it's not that easy, not all of us are self-employed."

"If you wanna be safe you'll figure it out."

"If I wanna be safe? Are you serious?" You asked incredulously.

"Stop putting yourself in dangerous situations, I can't always be there."

You were so angry at the insinuation that any of this was your fault that you didn't even notice the frustration in his voice, as though more than he was blaming you he was blaming himself.

"You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted any of this? You falling onto my car, cracking my windshield and breaking my wipers, or that guy who tried to rob me at gunpoint when I wasn't even supposed to be there so late that night, or these assholes trying to r-rape me?" You hadn't realized you were crying until your voice broke off into a sob. He stared down at you silently, maybe you were just imagining things but he looked almost uncertain as though he didn't know what to do in this situation but with half his face covered you couldn't really tell. Maybe you were so angry you had started to cry or maybe the events of the night were catching up with you but as you wiped your cheeks with the back of your hands, more tears instantly poured out to wet your face again.

"I wanna be safe, I never should have come here. Should have paid more tuition to go to some other college. This city is a shitshow, one day even you're gonna give up on it and then it'll really all go to hell." You said, unable to stop yourself now as tears streamed down your face and some of your words were muffled by your own sobs. You were just so tired of bad stuff happening to you, it's not like the rest of your life was easy.

"I'm never going to give up on Gotham because people like you deserve to be protected."

You couldn't help but cry harder at his words, feeling something within you break a little at how badly you needed to hear that.

"Hush, they're gone now. You're safe." He said and you nodded into his chest, unable to look into those eyes any longer. You wiped at your tears harshly, intent on not taking up any more of his time. Who knew who else was out there, caught up in a situation like you and needing his help.

"I know, I'm fine. You can go now." You said to him, refusing to look into his eyes so that your lie wouldn't be caught. He caught your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, raising your face up and stubbornly not letting go until you met his gaze. It was so piercing you didn't doubt he could see right through your pathetic façade, but this wasn't his problem. He had already done so much.

"You're shaking." He said gruffly, and you looked down at your hands caught against his chest to see he was right, and only then did you notice that your teeth were chattering. You were cold but not enough to warrant such a violent reaction from your body.

"I'll walk you home." He said, his tone telling you he wouldn't stand for any arguments but you tried regardless.

"I live close by, I'll be fine. You can go, there's probably other people out there who need your help."

"They'll get it once I know you're safe at home." He said and you gave up arguing.

He slid out from between you and the wall, steadying you by your arms before letting go to jump onto the rails. Holding out his hands towards you to help you jump down, you reached out for his hands but he grabbed your waist instead lifting you up and placing you down as though you weighed nothing to him. Your face burned but you hoped the redness from having been hit would cover up your blush as he climbed out on the other platform and pulled you up behind him. His hands lingering around your arms before he finally pulled away. Seeing your bag tossed carelessly out on the floor you picked it up, scrambling to pick up all your things and relieved to see they hadn't taken anything in their haste to get away.

The walk to your apartment was silent and you were so thankful that it was short because you felt like you could barely breathe as his gigantic shadow loomed over you. There was something so terribly imposing about his presence that despite him having saved you, you didn't feel entirely comfortable around him. You also were afraid you would burst out in tears again, you could feel the lump building up within your chest and all you wanted to do was take a shower and then fall asleep crying into your pillow.

"That's it." You said all too eagerly as your complex came into view.

"That doesn't look much safer than the subway." Batman commented making another pang of anger rise within you. You were really starting to suspect Batman was rich, no one else could be so ignorant.

"Well it's my home. Thanks for walking me and uh-everything else." You said, the anger cooling as fast as it had appeared at the reminder of what he had saved you from. You glanced up at him briefly before going to walk off, stopped in your tracks as he caught hold of your wrist making you stumble back towards him as he accidentally tugged too hard.

"If you're ever in trouble again, scream. Scream until someone hears you and comes to help, and fight back. Most of them will get scared if you seem like a difficult target."

You nodded uncertainly in response to his words, taken aback by the intensity with which he spoke. Though his voice was always gruff and low, there was a certain fervor in his eyes that frightened you as much as it drew you in, and for the first time you had this urge to reach out and push up his mask so you could see his face but you refrained. Both in respect and fear of him.

"Which one's yours?" He asked now looking towards your building, you pointed out your window unthinkingly. Not even considering for a moment that showing this stranger where you lived down to the room number was maybe not the best idea.

"If you ever need me, hang something black in your window and I'll come." He said.

You nodded, wondering how he would know you had hung something in your window since there was no way he lived in this neighborhood by his reaction to it but too tired to question it.

The fourth time was what changed everything. It wasn't even so late at night. You were walking home from the convenience store near your apartment. It was a mere ten minute walk so you hadn't thought much of going out after dark but with your recent luck you should have.

Shouts rang out ahead of you catching your attention from your phone screen and making you look up. There was a large group of men standing up ahead, taking over the entire street, the streetlight beneath which they stood highlighted the green serpent tattoo on their bare arms and the sleeveless black leather jackets most of them wore. This gang was as infamous in your neighborhood as Batman himself, known for dealing drugs and getting into fights over nothing which is what they seemed to be doing now. There were some guys on the other sidewalk, sticking close together as they yelled back at the group, clearly very outnumbered.

You ducked into an alleyway before one of them could catch sight of you, it would mean taking the long secluded way home but tonight it was probably safer than the main street. You clutched your phone in a tight grip, keeping it unlocked to help you feel more secure. Each little sound making you tense more as you creeped along, sticking close to the wall in the hopes that it would help keep you hidden.

"I know you're a fucking coward, one little slap and you'll be screaming who he is to all of Gotham." A masculine voice with a wheezy undertone said from just around the bend. You plastered yourself against the wall, crouching low to avoid being seen. You didn't want to run into anyone this time of night, you would just have to wait them out.

"I'm not, I know what happens if I tell anyone who the rat is." A taut, pitched voice answered.

"I'm telling you it's best if you just get out of here. Ain't nobody got faith in you, you stay and it'll be more than that crazy fucker you gotta worry about coming after you."

"Running would make me more suspicious, then I'll definitely be the next dead body on the news."

Your breath hitched at the words, this was definitely not a conversation you should have been overhearing. You were scared of moving, afraid they would hear you and though you couldn't make sense of what they had been saying, there was no way they would believe that.

"Better to be dead than what those guys will do to you if you snitch."

You were just debating whether to wait them out or turn back the way you had came and just brave walking by the gang or find some other way to get home when you felt something crawl over your shoe. Looking down to see a little brown furry thing you instantly slammed your hand over your face to keep from screaming. You straightened up from your crouch so fast, kicking your foot out to dislodge the rat that had been on it, bile rising up in your throat. Your eyes widened as the bag you were holding made a loud sound as you accidentally hid it into the wall behind you.

"What the fuck was that?" You heard the pitched voice ask. The lack of response from the other one worrying you that they were going to come over and check. At the sound of a slight scuffle from just around the bend you dropped the bag you were holding and booked it. Sprinting through the alleyway back the way you had come, too scared to look backwards to see how far they were as you heard one of them yell out an obscenity loudly before two pairs of feet pounded after you.

You pulled down a garbage bin as you ran past it, hoping it would slow them down. You could barely see where you were going in the poorly lit alleyway, a stitch already forming in your side but you refused to slow down. You could hear them panting behind you as well and you hoped without the incentive of running for their life they would begin to slow.

Despite the burning in your calves you hastened your pace as you saw the streetlights come in view, whipping out of the alley and sprinting towards the direction of your apartment uncaring of what was going on between the awfully rowdy gang members now. Hopefully these two would be stopped by them. The group of them seemed to be fighting, all converging on one person though you couldn't really make them out. You veered towards the other side where there were less of them, fighting to not slow down and starting to stress about where you would go. You couldn't go home with the two men after you or they would find out where you lived.

You ran through them, almost past the group until someone slammed into you and you both went down in a mess of limbs.

"Who are you?" The guy on top of you asked as you scrambled out from beneath him, both of his eyes nearly swollen shut making him squint at you.

"No one." You answered distractedly as you glanced back to see two men in suits come panting down the street towards you. You had two options, either you could run again and continue the chase, with the possibility of getting shot or you could raise your hoodie over your head and lie here amongst the other injured men until those two passed. The black metal that glinted in one of their hands made the decision for you and you pulled your hood up, lying down next to one of the groaning men on the street after the one that had asked you the question went to rejoin the fight, clenching your eyes shut.

You listened to the sound of bones crunching and groans of pain as you lay there, trying to track the footsteps of the two men who had been after you. Your heart pounded in your chest, terribly afraid of anyone around you realizing you didn't belong.

"Stop you idiot, don't you see who they're fighting. Let 's get out of here." The wheezy voice hissed at the other one.

"But what about-"

"There's a card number on this receipt. It wont be hard to track them down. Let's go." The wheezy voiced one interrupted the other. His words filled you with dread as you remembered the bag you had dropped had your receipt in it too with information of the card you had used to pay.

After a couple minutes you braved opening your eyes and lifted your head slightly to look around you, unable to catch sight of the two men in suits but seeing significantly more men on the ground than before. You glanced towards the fight, now able to see who they were converging on as the size of the group had dwindled to see an all too familiar figure dressed in all black. His presence giving you a small sense of hope for your chances of making it out of here unscathed. Your heart skipped a beat as those intense eyes suddenly connected with yours. He seemed to lose focus for a moment, just long enough for one of the others to get in a painful swing with the metal bat they held. He didn't even so much as look away from you as he grabbed the bat before it could hit him again, tearing it out of the grasp of the man and tossing it at one of the others making that person cave in on themselves.

You watched as he fought through the group of men to come towards you, taking enough hits himself for you to grow concerned but not slowing down in his retaliation. As he got to you he swooped down and grabbed your wrist, yanking you up by it and swooping you up into his arms. Taking off running down the street and turning sharply onto a smaller one, up ahead where you could see a black vehicle parked with a highly distinctive shape and in the exact shade of black as the suit Batman wore. He threw open the door climbing in with you still in his arms and pushed you over to the passenger side the moment you were in.

"What the fuck were you doing there?" He snarled the moment the car took off, lurching into full speed so fast you felt as though your stomach had fallen out from within you.

"I'm not part of the gang." You said immediately, afraid he had mistook you for a criminal. You earned yourself a deadpan look for that even as he drove at a speed at which it was definitely not safe to be looking anywhere but at the road.

"I was being chased so I thought I'd hide from the men by blending in with the fight."

You still thought it had been a fairly smart choice given your lack of options, and it had worked.

"Who was chasing you?" He asked.

"Some men I overheard talking in the alleyway." You responded.

"Which I was only in to avoid the fight on my way home." You clarified as he turned to look at you sharply.

"What were they talking about?"

"I couldn't make sense of it, some rat and someone finding out they knew who it was."

He braked so hard at your words that you would have gone flying into the windshield had he not whipped out an arm to keep you in your seat.

"Did you hear who the rat was, or one of their names?" He asked, leaning in towards you making you shrink back into your seat, the arm over you feeling more like a cage now than protective reinforcement.

"N-No." You stuttered out, never having been under the full force of his scrutiny before. No wonder criminals were terrified of him, you had the urge to open the door and risk getting home on your own just to avoid being looked at that way.

"Did you see what they looked like?" He pressed, growling out in frustration as he received only a shake of your head in response. You glanced backwards to check if you were being pursued and to have an excuse to break eye contact. To your relief the street was empty.

"You must have seen or heard something."

"One called the other a coward and said he would be a dead body, no-that he could be a dead body if he said anything and something about some crazy f-fucker going after him."

It felt wrong swearing around Batman, the same way it did swearing around cops. You tried your hardest to remember what they had been saying but for some reason your brain kept blanking.

"One suggested the other should run away and the other said that would be suspicious. They were both wearing suits and weren't fit if that helps." You offered.

"Yeah that narrows it down to just about every middle-aged man in Gotham."

"S-sorry." You said, shrinking back from the arm that was still over you.

"Stop shaking. I'm not gonna hurt you." He commanded sharply making you jolt but fight to stay still.

"Sorry." You said again.

"Did they see you?"

"Just from the back but they found my receipt." You responded, and even though you couldn't see his eyebrows through the mask you could just tell they were raised in befuddlement at your words.

"It has my debit card information, I heard them say they could use it to track me down."

"Fuck." He growled out, his hand on the arm that was still draped over you clenching into a fist and slamming into the seat right next to your shoulder making you jump and the shaking start up again.

"You didn't even hear anything useful but they're gonna want to kill you for overhearing them. Didn't I tell you not to fucking go out so late at night?" He asked, moving in even closer until his face was right in front of yours and you had no room to move away.

"I-it was only 9 when I left. I didn't mean for this to happen, I'll just call and cancel my card, it's fine."

"That's not gonna help, they've probably already figured out where you live. You can't go home."

"I'll go to the police and tell them what happened. They'll escort me to get my things and then I'll go stay with someone else for a bit."

"You don't get a police escort over speculating you overheard something important. You have to come with me."

"I'll tell them it was about killing someone and that they chased me with a gun, they can't just not do anything." You responded, starting to grow frantic as the reality of it all settled in.

"They'll write a report, and then send you on your way. That's not an option, you're coming with me."

"Fine, I'll leave the city, get away for a few days. It's spring break anyway."

"They will track you down before you even make it out of Gotham. You have no choice but to stay with me until I figure out who was after you and who the rat is."

"Are you insane? I can't live in your cave. I don't even know what the whole deal with the rat is and can you get off me? I'm not gonna fly out of an unmoving vehicle." You screamed, hands coming up to tug at your hair in frustration. Talking to him was like talking to a brick wall.

"I don't live in a cave and the less you know about the rat the better. I'll let go of you when you stop looking as though you're about to throw yourself out the car." He responded.

"Why don't you just drop me to the bus station? They can't kill me if I'm with you and then I'll go to another state. Hell I'll transfer colleges if I have to. I can't just come stay with you."

"You don't understand how much of a mess you've gotten yourself into. You have to come with me or you're gonna end up dead." Batman said, finally moving away from you but only to put the car in gear. 

You took the opportunity to try the door but it was locked. You looked frantically around, looking through the many buttons to see if you could find one that unlocked the door and pressing a couple you thought might be it. One made the radio turn on to listen in on what was clearly the police's inner communication system, and another made black shields descend down on the windows making the man sitting next to you huff and grab your wrist as he drove with the other hand.

"If you don't sit still you'll be riding the rest of the way in my lap where I can hold you down." He threatened and you instantly yanked your arm away, resting both of your hands in your lap and decidedly looking out the window away from him.

You would have to sneak away from wherever he was taking you, he was probably out most of the time anyway fighting the wrongdoers of Gotham so it couldn't be hard. Perhaps he would even just let you go once you came up with a plan that met his standards of safe.

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Marinette was officially done with Hawk Moth interfering in her life. She could take him interrupting school, or her time out with friends (which had become increasingly awkward as of late anyway), or even her moments of being bogged down with projects.

But interrupting her one-on-one time with Luka? First their movie date and now their moment of getting ice cream together? Absolutely not.

As far as she was concerned, this meant war. If Hawk Moth wanted to shove himself into her life like a nosy busybody who couldn’t go five seconds without trying to take away her means of happiness, then fine.

Two could play at that game, and she was feeling petty enough to make the next move. She’d had to mull over the subject for a while to figure anything out, not to stop him for good exactly, but at least put an annoying dent in his plans, much like he always did with her.

She had an idea by evening, and got to put it into action right after school. She was saying good-bye to a few of her friends, and had hopped onto the back of Luka’s bike afterwards, her hands carefully on his waist while he rode off along the sidewalk.

A flicker of black and purple caught her eye, and instead of the usual dread or panic, she grinned to herself.

“Luka! Stop!”

He stiffened, but obeyed, putting full force on the brakes and screeching the bike to a sudden halt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in concern.

Hurriedly getting off the bike, she took off her helmet and handed it to him. “I’m sorry, will you wait here for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back!”

Knowing she had to be quick, she didn’t wait for him to reply. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to place a long, meaningful kiss on his cheek.

If he had prepared a reply, the kiss stopped it, and she ran off to the nearest hiding place while he stared blankly ahead at nothing.

After ducking into an alley and taking a quick look around to ensure it was safe, Marinette opened her purse to let out Tikki, as well with the other kwami necessary for her plans: Kaalki.

“Let’s do this!”

— — — — —

Soon after Pegabug had entered the scene, giving chase to the akuma, Chat Noir wasn’t far behind. Part of her questioned how he’d gotten there so soon, but she squashed the thought just as quickly as it’d come so as to not dwell on the potential identity questions.

“Love the new look, m’lady. What’s the occasion?” he asked in his usual flirtatious tone. “Or did you dress up just for me?”

“Not now, Chat,” she replied shortly, adjusting her sunglasses as she neared the butterfly in question. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course! Anything.”

“When I give the command, grab the akuma.”

“I—” He blanked. “Grab it?”

“I’ll explain later,” she assured. Squinting at the butterfly, which seemed to be on a straight path, she felt the moment hit like the epiphany of her Lucky Charm. “Now!”

Slightly panicked, but not asking anything more, Chat Noir sped forward. He dropped to all fours to pick up speed, then leapt for the butterfly. In a swift motion, he trapped the akuma between his hands, and Pegabug reeled her hand back as she felt the charge of her power.

“Voyage!”

The portal launched from her hands, manifesting right in front of Chat Noir. He went through and she followed behind him.

On the side of the portal, she landed politely on her feet while he crashed onto the floor, though he managed to keep the akuma contained in his hands.

A startled Wang Cheng stood up from his chair, looking between the two in surprise, but he calmed himself soon after. “It is time?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, walking over and helping Chat up due to his inability to use his hands.

He shook himself of the impact, then glanced at Wang, Pegabug, and finally the night sky out the window. “M’lady, if he means time to explain why you catapulted us to China, then I’m all ears.” His fake cat ears twitched in emphasis.

“Not exactly, but we can do that too,” she assured. Closing her eyes, she whispered a quick, “Kaalki, divide,” to allow the horse part of her transformation to drop. Pulling out her yoyo to grab a treat, she offered it to Kaalki to let her recharge before addressing the issue properly.

“Chat, you remember Wang,” she stated, walking alongside Wang as they traversed the rooms of the house. Hearing Chat’s footsteps behind her, she continued, “We saved him after he was akumatized into Kung Food.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Chat confirmed, still just as puzzled as before.

“Well, he’s the only one I know who’s out of the country.” She grinned slyly. “And out of Hawk Moth’s radius.”

Chat tilted his head. “Radius?”

Ladybug waited to answer until she saw the little habitat that had been set up, exactly as she’d asked for. Wang opened it for her and stepped aside, then gestured to it, which gave Chat enough of a hint to approach and outstretch his arms so they were inside the mini enclosure.

He hesitated, but released the akuma and recoiled quick enough for Ladybug to snap the habitat shut, thus sealing the butterfly inside.

“The butterfly miraculous has limits,” she explained, pointing to the trapped akuma, “and this is one of them. Hawk Moth can’t sense or do anything with this akuma from this distance, and he’s only allowed one at a time.”

“Meaning...?”

“Meaning that he can’t make another until this one breathes its last breath.” She tossed a grateful smile Wang’s way. “So please take good care of it, sir.”

Wang bowed his head in respect. Chat, meanwhile, was gaping.

“Wait, so that means—?”

“It might not be long,” she admitted, “because we don’t know how old this butterfly is, but—” She raised a finger as she made her point. “—as long as it lives and kept in that habitat, he can’t akumatize anyone.”

With a confident walk, she made her way back to the room they’d originally come from.

Chat, still in a state of shock, followed after and kept pace with her. “What about sentimonsters?”

Ladybug shrugged. “Mayura can still send them if she wants, but it’ll go just as badly.”

“Why?”

“For one, sentimonsters follow the orders of the one with the object, and no akuma means that Hawk Moth doesn’t have any control. For two, if I can teleport the feather away before Mayura can de-power it herself, then she’s stuck with no sentimonster for even longer than the akuma. Feathers take a few months to wear out, and I think they know that. Once they realize the risks, I don’t think we’ll be seeing any sentimonsters all by themselves.”

Stopping at the spot where she’d made the portal originally, she tossed a smile Kaalki’s way and outstretched her hands accordingly, calling upon her transformation once again with, “Tikki, Kaalki, unify!”

Chat didn’t even flinch at the flash of light, staring at the floor instead as he scratched his head. “But—uh—” He paused, needing a moment to come up with more questions. “what if Mayura makes her own sentimonster again?”

“Then I’m sending it to the moon,” she answered nonchalantly. “If they want to waste my time like this, then I’m not messing around anymore. Either they come fight me themselves or I’m keeping every akuma and feather I can here, where they can’t do anything with them.”

He opened his mouth, perhaps to throw out another argument, but she’s stumped him. His lips pursed as he seemed deep in thought, which evolved into a pout as he asked, “So, I guess we won’t be spending as much time together?”

“What?” Pegabug raised a brow, thrown off by that being his concern.

“A-ah—” He seemed to catch himself, waving his hands in defense. “Nothing, m’lady! You’re a genius, as always, and we still have patrols!”

“...Thanks,” she said neutrally, her mind on anything but him even as he tried to flirt.

After all, there was someone waiting for her back in Paris.

— — — — —

“Luka!”

Marinette beamed in both gratefulness and relief as she saw Luka still in the same spot as before, and even in the same position as well. She ran up to him, grabbing his shoulder again with one hand while she took her helmet back with the other.

She kissed his cheek again, a little more lightly than before but with just as much affection. The contact seemed to bring him back to life, his smile returning to his face as he settled his hands back on the bike’s handles.

“Did everything work out alright?” he asked.

“Mhm. I was just—” She paused, a lie almost reflexively coming out of her mouth before she settled on the closest thing to the truth she could, deciding that he deserved as much. “—taking care of something. Hopefully it works out.”

“Knowing you, I bet it will,” he assured with a fond look.

She beamed at him and put her helmet back on, settling herself behind him on his bike so her hands could rest on his waist again. She heard the ‘clink’ of the kickstand as Luka nudged it up with his heel, and then they were off again.

Happy thoughts of Hawk Moth screaming in his lair as he discovered her plan slowly transitioned into blissful imaginings of all the uninterrupted dates she could go on now. Out of sight, out of mind, just as Hawk Moth deserved to be.