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ukrfeminism · 10 months ago

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A manhunt was under way on Thursday after a mother and her two daughters aged three and eight were doused with a corrosive substance in a “targeted” attack which saw 11 people taken to hospital.

The “dangerous” suspect, who is believed to be known to the mother, fled after the incident in Lessar Avenue, near Clapham Common, south London, at about 7.25pm on Wednesday night.

Police said the man attempted to make off in a car but collided with a stationary vehicle and fled on foot in the direction of Clapham Common.

Hero passers-by rushed to help the 31-year-old mother who was shouting “My eyes! My eyes! Help me! I can’t see!”.

They said they saw her lips turn black and skin strip off her face as police raised fears she and the three-year-old may have suffered “life-changing” injuries.

Forensics teams at the scene could be seen inspecting a coffee cup which may have been used to throw the substance.

Distressing footage from the scene shows the man throwing one of the girls - both dressed in school uniform - to the ground “like a ragdoll” before hurling what police called an “alkaline substance” at all three females.

Shannon Christi, 35, described how the suspect manhandled the younger girl from a white car before spraying the woman in the face.

Ms Christi told the Standard: “I heard a bang of a car accident, then a scream.

“A man threw a child to the floor twice. I ran over and grabbed the girl. She was crying. The mother had been sprayed with something and her eyes were red and she was saying ‘I can’t see’. There were two other children.”

She added: “My partner came out. He was in his slippers and chased the man, but he got away. I think the woman and the man were known to each other.”

The Metropolitan Police said the 31-year-old woman and her three-year-old daughter, alongside her other daughter, aged eight, remain in hospital.

Five police officers and three “brave” women - two in their 30s and one in her 50s – were also taken to hospital suffering minor burns injuries but were discharged after treatment.

Ms Christi, one of those treated for burns, added: “I think the girl had some of the substance on her coat. My lips and arm were burning. I had to go to hospital but am okay. I hope the woman is too, she looked like she could have been badly hurt.”

An NHS worker saw the younger child “thrown to the ground like a ragdoll”.

She said: “It was horrendous. I heard people screaming. I saw a car I thought had been in an accident. I saw him come out of driver’s side and take a child from the back of the car.

“He extended his arms and threw her like a rag doll. He threw her to the ground. Then he did it again. I thought she was dead. She didn’t make any noise.

“I heard the second child say, ‘I want my mum, I want my mum’. I was so relieved she was alive.

“I saw a silver canister that may have been what the corrosive substance was in.”

Megan Shannon heard the woman shouting “help me, help me” and went out to see locals crouched down next to baby clothes discarded on the ground.

The marketing assistant, 24, said: “They were desperate cries.

“It was horrible. I’ve only just moved from Cornwall for a new job. I’m terrified.”

Mohamed Ilyas, 18, said: “The guy tried to run the woman over. He was composed during the whole thing, like it was something he did all the time.”

A porter at the nearby Belvedere Hotel said the woman was taken there for shelter.

He said: “She was brought here and staff tried to help. Then the paramedics came. We did our best for her.”

Metropolitan Police Superintendent Gabriel Cameron confirmed no arrest had been made but a manhunt is under way.

He added there was “considerable public concern” following the incident but thanked members of the public and Lambeth officers who “deserve enormous recognition and praise for coming to the aid of this woman and children in what must have been a terrifying scenario”.

He said: “We believe the man and woman are known to each other. Our investigation is in its early stages and we are working to establish why this awful incident has happened.

“Officers from across the Met are working with partner agencies and forces to locate and arrest the man.

“While this appears a targeted attack, he is a dangerous individual and we urgently need to find him. We will release more information about him as soon as we can.”

Met Commissioner Sir Mark Rowley described the attack as "ghastly" on Thursday morning.

“It’s frightening. Fortunately attacks using acid and chemicals are exceedingly rare, we did have a spate of them two or three years ago but it’s not something we’ve seen much of at all recently.

“This is a ghastly attack. We have a live manhunt, the suspected offender we believe was known to the victims and so we have a big team of officers, the local officers who dealt with it assisted by specialist crime colleagues, and we’re hunting for him as we speak.

"The second thing to call out is the victim, the woman and her two young daughters. That’s a horrific thing to happen.

"They’re still in hospital, I think some of the burns are potentially quite substantial but I don’t know that for certain, so we wish them well.

"Thirdly to call out the bravery of members of the public and my officers.

"Four members of the public got involved, three women and a men, three of them have had hospital treatment and been discharged, and four or five officers got involved and had to go to hospital and get checked out for their contact with the chemicals.

"So difficult, difficult moments, but London, the police and the communities have come together to try and rescue the situation.”

Mayor Sadiq Khan said: "Last night’s incident in Clapham is truly shocking. My thoughts are with all those who have been injured, especially the woman and two children who remain in hospital." Streatham MP Bell Ribeiro-Addy said: “It seems the individuals were known to each other. This is a horrible and specific attack. There is not believed to be anyone going around carrying out random attacks. It was a feud. These are targeted attacks.”

She hailed a man who chased the suspect in his slippers as an “an absolute hero.”

Anyone who saw what happened can call police on 101, quoting reference CAD 7790/31Jan, or Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555 111.

Witnesses have described a "horrific" scene after a mother and her two girls were doused in their car with a "corrosive substance" in south London.

The family, three responding police officers and two others who tried to help were taken to hospital after the attack in Clapham on Wednesday.

One witness told the BBC the mother cried: "I can't see, I can't see" as he tried to help. "It was quite horrific," he added.

Police are searching for the suspect.

The Metropolitan Police said emergency services were called to Lessar Avenue, near Clapham Common, at 19:25 GMT on Wednesday evening after reports of an attack with a suspected "corrosive substance".

Tests were ongoing to determine the substance involved, the force added.

As the sun rose over Clapham Common, a white car was wrenched onto a van and removed from the street.

Earlier in the night, police forensic teams in protective gear examined the vehicle, which had stopped diagonally across the tree-lined street.

A couple who live on Lessar Avenue said they ran into the street after hearing a cry for help and then the sound of a car crashing.

"We came outside and saw this guy and he took a girl out of the car and he slammed her to the ground twice," a man, who did not want to give his name, said.

"I chased him half way down the road, but I was in slippers so didn't get very far.

"As I came back, that's when I saw the woman who had been attacked ... so I ran inside to get some water and just sprayed her down with water."

He described seeing what looked to be serious burns to her face.

The witness's partner said she suffered burns to her face, arm and lips after caring for one of the children involved, and was taken to hospital but later discharged.

She was one of eight people taken to hospital - five to a major trauma centre, and three to a local hospital.

A ninth person was discharged at the scene, the London Ambulance Service said.

The Met said three officers suffered what are believed to be minor injuries. The extent of the victims' injuries have not been confirmed by police.

Labour MP for Streatham Bell Ribeiro-Addy told BBC Radio London the incident was "a huge shock to those living around the area".

"We are asking people to come forward if they have any information," she said.

As the search for the attacker began, residents said they heard the whir of helicopters through the night.

The nature of the attack has left residents distressed. "How can people do this sort of thing?" one neighbour asked.

London Fire Brigade confirmed two crews from Clapham and Battersea fire stations attended the scene to help provide emergency care to the mother and two children.

"Crews also used specialist equipment to detect a corrosive substance that is believed to have been used in the incident," it said.

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mego42 · 4 years ago

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Hello, in those trying Brio times I was wondering if you had any soft brio fic recs and also Brio pregnancy fic recs like December by Zetuslapetus (one of the best to ever do it!!!) canon is depressing so I’m gonna drown in fics.

so at first i was like fuck yeah anon i (half) got you but upon reviewing my bookmarks i have been confronted with the fact that i apparently do not really do soft!brio? i also don’t do pregnancy fic p much across the board (with a few extremely rare exceptions) so i am def not the person to come to for that, sorry!

that said, i answered this fluffy rec request recently and here are a handful more that aren’t really fluff (GUYS! I LOVE PAIN! IDK!) but do feature soft-ish brio:

eleven by @querenaxx

i am obsessed with this fic. like. stupid obsessed.

it’s a soulmate au which are super hit or miss for me (i tend to think the most romantic thing in the world is actively choosing someone—brb while i cry for the rest of my life—and soulmate aus generally take that out of the equation)

which is actually i think a huge part of WHY i am so completely head over heels in love with this one, it manages to include both pre-destination AND agency and choice so like literally all of the things

back to our cocoon by @foxmagpie

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP BRIO AND BETH AS RIOS SAFE SPACE IS A LOT UNDER THE BEST OF CIRCUMSTANCES BUT IT IS ESPECIALLY A LOT RIGHT NOW

this fic is so beautifully quiet and intimate and reflective and it makes me so emotiOnal (i feel like all y’all are like meg. what doesn’t. but like, counterpoint, shut your faces)

it’s the perfect balance of angst and softness and it utterly undoes me

Bringing down the neighbourhood by @sothischickshe

idk if i would specifically label brio as soft here as much as fun bc they’re very prickly and cranky but there’s an underlying sort of like, yearning to reconnect that becomes apparent in the way they’re prickly and cranky with each other and i adore that kind of thing more than i can say

the origin of my robe fetish

the lotion thing haunts me though

5 times Beth takes Rio’s hand (and 1 time she doesn’t) by @blainesebastian

honestly this fic reads more like poetry to me idk it’s just so lovely and evocative

i’m a gigantic sucker for 5+1 stuff like, generally, but then she went and framed it through touch and intimacy and hAnd s?????????

a personal attack tbh

additionally, i def recommend checking out the following authors! they write absolutely fantastic fluff and softness and fun: @septiembrre (ao3), @hereliesbb (ao3), @bathroombreaks (ao3), @riosnecktattoo (ao3), @daydreamstew (ao3), @m00dyfern (ao3)

#shout out to megan for the assist #i was like help apparently i don't read fluff/soft!brio #she was like rec authors dumb dumb #except much nicer #brio fic #fic recs #nbc good girls #anon #shut up meg

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hxnmantii · 4 years ago

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Class 1-A and their car habits

tw: crack/fluff, cursing

People: Bakugo, Shoto, Izuku, Sero, Kiri, iida, Mina x mostly gn!reader (Mina is the only one that’s implied female!reader)

Ratings: PG

A/n: yuuhh get into💋 I personally would like to ride with Shoto. I just wanna hold his hand👉🏾👈🏾 but not on no simp shit. Originally, this was going to be just boys but who would I be if my gay self didn’t add the queen herself? Anyways, Who would you like to ride with?

Bakugo~

Bakugo does that sexy ass thing where he drives with one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh and when you don’t pay him enough attention he’ll lightly squeeze your thigh. This man does NOT share the aux....his stingy ass. He says he doesn’t wanna listen “to your trash music” but will play bxmb threat and NBA Youngboy at full capacity with the windows down. If you beg enough maybe he’ll play 1 Nicki song. But he will throw a fit and act like he doesn’t like Nicki even though he knows all of the lyrics. Altough he’s really uptight about his car, he enjoys driving and picking up the Bakusquad in it because he likes to feel useful and needed. No doubt about it, this man has road rage. He’s screaming outside the window and in the car about how someone cut him off and when someone screams back him, he’s like “Pull over right now cuz those sound like fighting words to me.” Now y’all in the back of a cop car and 30 minutes late to your dinner date. You are not, I repeat, you are NOT allowed to even think about eating in his car unless he’s got that plastic wrapping on his car. He treats his car so good (at some point you think he likes the care better than you) her name is Bethany. I-

Shoto~

Shoto has one hand on the wheel and one hand in your hand, stroking your hand from time to time and kissing the back of it. He had a sleek gray sliver car with a sunroom (he never actually uses) that goes fast and he likes going real fast because what they gon do, give him a ticket??? When his dad the number one hero??? Try again. He’s also the type to flick off the cops as he driving by because ACAB. He’s always wearing a gold Rolex and you got your nails done so when you hold his, the acrylics compliment his hand and watch.(like the pictures from Pinterest) You guys ride in comfortable silence. It’s so calming riding with him because although you’re slightly anxious with how fast he’s going, you’re at somewhat ease because he’s doing it so smoothly and you trust him. His windows are tinted because once again he’s the son of a pro hero and people are nosy, neither you or him like that. Although you don’t really need the assistance with Shoto being a living AC and heater in one, his seats have buttons for each seat and you can warm your bum. His car had the clean car smell...it just smells really clean. He’s got a bunch of condiments and napkins in his glove department. He doesn’t know where they came from. His whole vibe in his car is rich and elegant. He gets his car professional wash every Tuesday and you are required to come.

Kirishima

Kiri’s got a big ass red GMC truck and he gave the truck these monster wheels so it’s a force to be reckoned with. Her name is Sophie and like Bakugo, he loves her dearly but makes it clear to you that he’s love you more than her. He does the sexy ass thing where he’s got one hand on the wheel and one hand tightly holding on to your head rest so his arms flexing and he’s backing up with a concentrated look. that is so hot to me. He’s got a sticker on the back that says “honk if you’re manly” . He definitely would let you take the aux because you guys made a playlist of songs you chose together. He would be the type to start dancing when a good song came on, almost hitting someone in the process because he took both hands off the steering wheel out of excitement. He’s got road rage but not enough to actually start shouting or flicking someone off. In the trunk of Kirishima’s car, he’s got at least 5 different protein bottles as well a case of water and some jump rope. He says “You never know when I’ll need it to work out” but he has his personal gym?? Anyways, he has a specific section in his closet for red button ups because he likes to match Sophie when he drives her😭 I hate to say it but Kiri looks like a hill billy especially since he’s got those shoulder cut out button ups. He’s cute with it and he’s happy so you somewhat tolerate it

Midoriya

Izuku has more of a family car like a soccer mom car or a dark green Ford explore because he likes to pick everybody up to hang out and he needs space since he’s got a lot of them. Not to mention, he also likes to cruise and enjoy his time with you no matter where y’all go because we all know this man is a simppp. At every stop light, he’s gently grabbing your face and either kissing you on your cheek or forehead. He tried giving you a kiss on the lips once but he got so caught on the feeling that he ended up holding up the line and everybody was honking and made at him. He was so embarrassed that he now waits til you guys get to your destination to do all that extraness. Being the big fan he is, naturally he has some All might themed seatbelts and has all might stickers all over his steering wheel. He also has little all Might figurine on his dashboard that he prays to get him out of car trouble. Genuinely think it’s works too. Izuku in his trunk has a bunch of workout gear and gaze cuz he’s sexy like that. He does not have road rage at all....maybe a little. He might flick someone off but that’s as far as it goes. He definitely gives you the aux because he loves watching how lively you get it. (Y/n) “Do you know your Megan baby?”🥰 (ZuZu) “Y-yes?”

Iida

Now hear me out...Iida has a motorcycle. He’s got a need for speed that cars can’t really fufill because you can’t weave through other cars like a motorcycle can. His motorcycle has the highest tech on it naturally. It’s all black but has lights underneath it so he can change it by phone and ofc it’s always blue. You guys also have matching helmets that are Bluetooth so you’re able to talk to one another without having to yell very much. When you guise stop, he rubbing your arms to make sure that you’re okay and/if you need to pull over. Now when he’s not riding the motorcycle he’s got a Tesla. He preaches about the law and following the rules but when he get in the car, that’s a different story. With him you better either hold on tight to him or you better get double seat belt buckles for extra protection because he’s about to try and race the flash. (And you thought Shoto was bad) You get out thanking the universe for letting you touch ground again. Iida got the type of car that if you even breathe incorrectly around it, it’s going off and waking up the whole damn neighborhood. When iida first got his car, he read everything up on it so he would be fully able to use the car to its full potiential meaning that he’s got Siri set up, he can lock the door from his car, and watch the cameras on his house through the screen of his car. The Bluetooth is automatically connected to his phone so no you will not be getting the aux but you can play some tunes form his phone. He’ll even make you a playlist on Apple Music with his rich self.

Sero

Sero’s got a red convertible with tan seats and the weather allows it, his top is always down. His car always smells so good because he uses the wild cherry air freshener in his car. He blasts bad bunny and daddy Yankee as y’all are cruising slightly over the speed light. He also likes blasting Ski Mask. He’s the type to sing you the words while gently holding your face and singing to you with a lovey dovey smile on his face. He’s very respectful and turns down his music when entering neighborhoods because he doesn’t wanna mess with the vibes. You two have matching glasses that says queen/ king on yours and king on his. He definitely has some throw dice hanging from his mirror along with a picture of you and him taped to his dashboard cuz he’s also a simp. He’s always has a packet of Extra gum in his middle console along with warm water bottles. If police pulls him over, he definitely the type to start flirting with him so the officer just to make him uncomfortable enough to let him off with a warning. For a fact, he has the Puerto Rican flag on the antenna of his car. He has Led lights and likes them to be colorful rather than on one color. Sero definitely jogs around the front to open the door for you because he’s a jester and a gentleman in one. His part of his car is that the top can go down solely for the fact that the sun always highlights your skins so well.

Mina

Do I even need to say anything about the Pink queen herself?? She has a cute pink steering wheel case with matching pink seats and ofc she has a bedazzled stick shift. She has a Jeep. She the type of person to has matching glasses with her interior and when you get in the car, she’s putting her music on shuffle: a dangerous move because you go from Brent Faiyaz to Jhene Aiki to fucking Cardi B, Flo Mili, and etc. When you unbuckle your seat to start twerking in the seat, she’s automatically going to start hyping you up. She’s got one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your ass smacking it as you fuck it up in the passenger seat. Y’all are literally swerving from side to side and let’s be honest here, Mina is not that good of a driver so you have almost gotten in an accident multiple times. She’s the type to pull over to take cute selfies or videos with you and post them all at once captioning it with “Late nights w/bae”. Underneath seat she an emergency packet filled with makeup, clothes, hair and first aid kit supplies. Although she’s not the best driver, she takes the rules really serious because she would hate to have an accident with you in the car. Like Sero, She has led lights in her car but they only flash pink. Mina is the queen of putting falsies on so she would mostly definitely put yours on (without tweezers) once you park as well as do your edges if you ask. She just has that talent. *chefs kiss* amazing

Reblogs are appreciated!

A/n: I’m lyin I definitely would be riding with Bakugo because I have major passenger rod rage lol and you definitely don’t wanna get your ass beat TWICE

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anagentinwriting · 4 years ago

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Lifeline - Part 15

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 4800+

Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, fighting

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

“Okay, girl. Let’s move onto your two-three combo, and then you are going to come at me with a right hook as if it was your ex’s face,” Val instructed, holding up her mitts.

You dropped your hands, looking at her. “I’m not doing this because I want to kick his abusive ass. I am doing this for me. To build up my confidence and get stronger.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just want to look good naked for Rogers.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and you started punching the mitts. “Thata girl, I knew I could hit a nerve,” she chuckled to herself.

You completed a few more rounds, then Val decided it was time for a cool down. You nodded, breathing heavy, and stepped out of the ring. You wiped the sweat from your brow with your forearm while Val came over to help get you out of the gloves.

“You’re killing it, YN. Like, if someone ever decided to jump you, well, I think they would lose a hand.”

You chuckled at Val’s compliment. “Thanks, I do feel more confident in my movements, and my punches feel like they have more power behind them.”

“They do,” she agreed, “but it’s not hard enough to make me need to ice my hands or anything, like some of the coaches have to do when M’Baku is practicing.” She raised her eyebrows, shaking her head. “Men always have to be the strongest, but they’re not always the smartest.” She let out an annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. “How are things with Rogers?”

You smiled as she started to untie your other glove. “He’s good. I think we’re good. Why, what’s the gossip at the station?”

“There’s not much. He tends to keep to himself about you, but there are times when he does get all flustered, blushy, and red when we pick on him about you. It’s cute,” Val smirked, eyeing you over, feeling yourself have the same reaction as him. “Have you two kindled the flame yet?” She wiggled her eyebrows, making your face heat up even more.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Don’t tell me then,” she winked. “When Carol and I talk about you two, we think you two look good together, and from what you both have been through, you both deserve a win, and I’m happy you two found each other.”

You smiled, undoing the hand wraps. “Thanks, Val. Speaking of Carol--” you peeked up at her, watching her closely “--how are things? Have you told the crew yet?”

“Not yet, but I am sure most of them already suspect something is going on?” Val shrugged, taking a sip out of her water bottle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I mean, they’re men,” you chuckled, rotating your wrists back and forth.

“Good point,” she laughed, tilting her water bottle at you. “They can be a little slower at picking up hints.”

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You sat on the couch folding laundry, following a developing armed robbery happening downtown at the Ideal Federal Saving Bank.

“Christine, how are things looking there? Have any of the robbers been identified?” Megan Henderson asked from the KTLA studio to Christine Everheart at the scene.

“Yes, Megan. We know two of the assailants at this time, Jack Rollins and Jasper Sitwell. They are two notorious criminals who have been involved in numerous robberies throughout the state of California, Nevada, and Arizona. We are still unsure about the three other associates assisting with this robbery at this time…”

The monitor by the front door started buzzing, pulling you away from the screen to see who was there. You smiled at the screen, seeing Thor waving at the camera with his hands full of groceries, and you buzzed him in.

You walked over to grab the remote, seeing the film crew circling the bank in a helicopter, and switched off the tv. You would need Thor's full attention when he helps you make your mom's chocolate chip cookies for fire safety at the station tomorrow.

“Sister, I come bearing gifts,” Thor shouted, somehow being able to open the front door with his hands full. “And did you see that robbery hostage situation--” he pointed in the direction to downtown LA “--Nat and Clint have their hands full with this one.”

“Yeah, they do,” you agreed, leading Thor to the kitchen to drop off the bags on the counter. You furrowed your brows at the multiple bags of groceries. “What did you all get? All I needed was flour, chocolate chips, and eggs.”

“They were having a sale, and I couldn’t resist.” He lifted up a six-pack of beer, smiling like a child on their birthday.

“Well, that’s not going to take you long to finish,” you smirked at him, pulling groceries from the bags.

“No, I got this for us to drink while we bake mom’s cookies,” Thor added with a sincere smile, scratching his beard. “You know brother-sister bonding. I also grabbed snacks, so we are less tempted to eat all the cookies.”

You grinned, staring at him in awe. “Sounds like fun, let’s get these cookies started.”

“And I’ll open a beer for you and supervise,” Thor added, going into the drawer to get the bottle opener, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

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“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” Thor watched over your shoulders while you started creaming the butter and sugar together. “I don’t remember mom using one of these fancy mixers. She did it with one of those hand mixer thingies.”

“It just makes it go quicker,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “And you can do a bigger batch.”

“They’re not going to taste the same.”

“This is how I’ve always made them. You have literally watched me make these cookies with this machine before.”

“Oh well, I noticed they tasted different.”

“You’re insufferable, Thor,” you stated, turning around and pushing him to the other side of the counter. He laughed, taking a seat on the stool across from you. “Do you want to find my cookie scoop? You’re scooping once I have everything mixed.”

“Finnneee,” he dragged out, complaining. He went over to the drawer and pulled out the scoop, and returned to the stool. “How have things been going with Steve?”

“It’s been fun,” you smiled, adding the eggs to the mixer bowl and turning it on.

“I’m glad. I’m the one who told Steve he could date you.”

“Wait,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “did he ask for permission?”

“No, I just told him that if I had to choose someone from the station to date you, I’d pick him.”

“Oooooh, so you picked him for me?” You scoffed, eyeing him while you added the dries in a little at a time.

“No, no, nothing like that. You can make your own decisions, but you’re a good person, and I wanted you to be with a good man. Besides, Steve is an old fashion guy, and with Dad not around anymore to ask, I figured I was the next best choice since I am the eldest.”

“And Loki was okay with your decision.” You scraped the bowl, adding in the chocolate chips and turning the mixer back on.

“Well...I didn't ask him per se, but I think he would agree with me on this,” Thor stated, taking a sip of his beer.

“But, when have either of you agreed on anything...ever?” You turned off the machine, taking the bowl off, and started scraping the dough off the paddle. “Besides, you know I can make my own decisions right. I’m an adult.”

“Yes, of course,” he chuckled, playing around with the cookie scoop until it flew out of his hand and skimmed across the kitchen island. “Of course.” He nodded.

“Says the man child, playing with a cookie scoop,” you snorted, shaking your head.

The last batch of cookies was in the oven, and the rest were cooling on sheets of newspaper. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get a few stares when you made cookies with an audience, but every time you made them with your mom, she’d use a spatula to get them off the pan and then place them on newspaper. You didn’t want to break that little tradition you got from her.

Thor plopped down on a stool at your small island. “Why did I have to scoop them all?” Thor asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“They’re for your job, I’m not going to do all the work,” you sassed, shaking your head, forcing him to crack a side smile. “Now you wash, and I’ll dry.”

“Do I have to? I just sat down,” he asked with a slight frown.

“Yes,” you stated as he groaned, standing up and making his way to the sink.

He let out a loud sigh, turning on the faucet, and narrowing his eyes in your direction. You stuck out your tongue at him while you continued to put ingredients away. He sighed loudly again, and you gave him the side-eye as he leaned against the counter, watching the suds magically appear in the water. “I’m happy for you.”

“Okay?” You replied more in a question than a statement. You narrowed your eyes at him, not knowing where that came from.

“It’s nice to see you smiling and having fun again. You know, putting yourself out there. It’s nice having the sister I grew up with back. I’ve missed her.” He stood up straight, cracking a child-like smile at you.

“Me too,” you smirked, leaning against the counter.

He turned back to the sink, placing a few dishes in, and started washing them before placing them on the drying rack. It was weird to watch him do civilized things because he never did them when he was younger. When he left New York, the annoying older brother you grew up with started taking responsibility for his actions. While most actions not involving his nightly escapades. You take a sip of your beer, grabbing a clean cloth to dry, and start putting the dishes away.

“I filed for divorce yesterday,” you mentioned, hearing Thor drop what he was washing into the sink.

He placed his hands on the edge of the sink, clenching his jaw at the sudsy sink.

“He’s going to know where you are. Are you okay with taking that risk?” He inquired, scratching at the short beard on his face, turning to you.

“I know it’s a risk, but the only way I am ever gonna feel free of him…is to be free of him.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. “Are you going to feel safe here? Cause I can take the couch and stay for a few days. I can take work off and…”

“Thor, Thor,” you interrupted, placing your hand on his upper arm. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know, I just… I want… I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I know, and I will be,” you smiled at him, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Is Steve gonna come and stay with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” You shrugged, keeping a close eye on your brother; his bottom lip trembled as his eyes darted in all directions. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded his head aggressively. “Yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine,” he stated in a high-pitched voice, laughing it off. “But um…I think it would be better if someone stayed here with you, so I know… so we--we all know you’re safe,” he stumbled over his words, wringing his hands together. “Have you at least talked to Loki? What does he think? Does he want me to stay with you?” He asked, rambling on in one breath.

“I was going to call him tonight and let him know,” you informed softly, trying to calm him down. “Thor--” his worried-filled eyes connected with yours “--I’ll be okay. Okay?” You gave him a reassuring nod. “I know after what happened before...that you blame yourself or you feel like you failed, but you didn’t. I don’t blame you for what happened because it wasn’t any of your doing. I put myself in that situation, and I continued to go back.”

“But, I could have gotten you out of that situation. I am the eldest, and I should’ve done a better job at protecting you, or at the very least, listening to you. I shouldn’t have taken Billy’s side, and for that, I blame myself,” he sniffled, clearing his throat.

“Thor--” you rubbed his arm, making him look at you “--Billy is and will always be a master manipulator. We all fell for it…”

“Loki didn’t. He saw right through the man,” Thor tried to reason, raising his eyebrows.

“But he didn’t stop me from going back to Billy. I mean, he tried, but Billy already had me wrapped around his finger.” You paused, biting your lip. “There is no sense in playing the blame game when the only person we should be blaming is Billy.” Thor opened his mouth to say something, but you continued. “You’ve helped me more these last few months than you will ever realize. Don’t think about the past and how you could’ve helped me, but think about right now, and how you did help me. I still don’t know how to thank you for it.”

“You can thank me by letting someone stay with you for a couple of weeks.”

“Wow...we’re still on that,” you scoffed, forcing a trembling chuckle out of him. “I know open communication was never our family's forte, but I love you, brother.”

“Love you, too, sis,” he smiled, leaning towards you and pulling you into a hug.

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You walked into the station through the open garage doors, noticing the spotless, shiny red trucks glistening in the sun, bringing a sense of ease over you and a smile to your face. This place felt like a second home that came with a family that you didn’t know you needed. You spotted Steve helping a few guys set up chairs in front of a portable tv while others set up tables for interactive activities for the kids to participate in. There were even goody bags with plastic red firemen hats and the treat table that continued to grow.

“YN, I see you got talked into making something, too?” You looked over to see Nat, holding a pan of brownies, and you lifted your two containers of cookies. “I swear these boys wouldn't survive without us. I mean, Val and Carol would be safe, but the boys.” She shot you a tight smile, shaking her head.

“Agreed,” you chuckled.

“And there is my nerd now, I’ll be back,” she winked, walking over to Bucky. She handed him the brownies, and he leaned down and kissed her ever so gently.

“It’s disgusting, isn't it?” You looked to your right to see Sam with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes.

“I think it’s kind of sweet,” You chuckled, rubbing your lips together and glancing at them one more time. Steve caught your eye, and a sweet smile broke across his face. “You’ll find someone, Sam. You’re such a catch.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted.

“Would some cookies help?” You offered, handing him the containers.

“Yes.” Sam grinned his gap-tooth smile, taking the container. “Thank you, YN. This is why you’re my favorite.” He took a bite out of one of the cookies, walking away, holding it up in the air. “The best batch yet.”

Steve shook his head at a grinning Sam, walking over to you, and pulled you into a hug. You giggled into his chest, wrapping your arms around your waist, and he started swaying back and forth. You rested your chin on his chest, staring up at him. He leaned down, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“How did Bucky and Steve get girls like that?” Sam asked Val at the treat table.

“I guess some people just get lucky.” Val shrugged, and Sam angrily took a bite out of another cookie.

“Want some ice cream?”

“Yes, I want all the ice cream,” Sam added, following Val to the break room.

“Question--” Steve stopped swaying and pulled away from you “--do you have any plans for tonight?”

“No, why do you have something planned,” he teased, shooting you his signature smirk.

“Maybe.”

“What are we doing?”

“I’m afraid that is classified, but I have something for you.” You reached into your purse, pulling out a manila folder, handing it to him.

Steve narrowed his eyes in curiosity. He opened the folder, his eyes scanning it over. “Divorce papers. This is a big step, YN,” He smiled at you, but it quickly dropped to concern. “Billy is going to know where you are.”

“I know, but I feel like it is time to put the past behind me and move on with my life.”

“Okay, as long as you’re ready, then I’m here for you with whatever you need.”

“I know,” you smiled shyly.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Thor clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m proud of her,” Steve winked, making your smile spread wider.

“As am I,” Thor smiled, squeezing Steve’s shoulder.

You shake your head at them. “I better get to my shift, but Sam has the cookies, and I want my containers back ASAP, or I am going to hurt you, Thor.” You stated, walking backwards.

“I’ll make sure they are in your possession tonight.” Thor saluted, making you shake your head.

“Have a good shift, YN. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Just know this, Steve, if you hurt my little sister, we will have more than words,” Thor stated, squeezing Steve’s shoulder a little harder watching you walk out of the station with Nat by your side.

Steve nodded, turning to him. “I don’t intend to.”

“Good man.” Thor patted him on the shoulder, giving him a closed-mouth smile. “Before she met you, she was lost in her own little world. Fighting the beast, invading her dreams, and trying to tackle her own troubles. She thought she could only rely on herself to make the important choices but soon realized she had supporters, like you and me. So, thank you, Steve, for helping bring my sister back.”

Steve nodded to Thor as the tall man went back to help the group set up.

“Did he threaten you?” Bucky asked with a breathy laugh, coming over to him.

“Ahh…yeah…sort of….I think.” Steve's eyebrows knit together, trying to figure out what exactly just happened. “But, I’m gonna make a quick call.”

“Do your thing, pal?” Bucky patted him on the shoulder and went over to help the group finish up.

Steve took out his phone until he found the name he was looking for; He brought it to his ear as soon as it started to ring.

“Hey, Steve. How’s it going?”

“I’m good. Listen, I’m not going to be able to play pool tonight. I got a...I got a date,” Steve smiled at his own words, scratching at his beard.

“Oh, is this the one you have been kind of seeing?”

“Yeah, YN.”

“Good for you, man.”

“Thanks, but I gotta get back to work. I’ll see you later.”

“I have a feeling we’ll see each other soon. Have a good night, Steve.”

“Bye, Jig,” Steve smiled, sliding the phone back into his pocket, and headed over to finish getting everything ready for fire safety.

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The team stood by one of the open garage doors in anticipation for the first group of young students and their teachers to arrive. The workout room was transformed into a small teaching area, complete with fold-out chairs and a roll-away tv. Snacks and goody bags were also waiting for them with a welcoming banner hanging from the second-story loft.

Steve let out a deep breath with his hands on his hips, eyeing at what they were able to accomplish. It looked very welcoming, but he didn’t know what was going to happen. He liked kids but wasn’t always great at talking to them, but Carol reassured them that the first group of students might not go as planned, but they had another six to make up for it.

“First group approaching,” Sam shouted, going over to the door to greet them. Sam shook the teacher's hand, flashing her his famous gap-tooth smile.

Bucky scoffed beside Steve, gripping his shoulder. “Don’t be nervous, pal. Just avoid swearing or talking about anything too scary. Kids think we are badasses, and they look up to us. We are heroes to them.”

Steve swallowed, nodding at him. He rubbed his hands together, taking in the twenty little kids, grabbing snacks, and taking their seats while Carol stood in front of them with a huge smile.

“How’s everyone doing today?” Carol asked, earning a group of students shouting while others remained silent. “I’m glad to hear it. My name is Captain Carol Danvers, but you can call me Ace, and I am in charge of Station 107. Those wearing the dark blue shirts around you are my teammates.” She pointed to Sam, who then introduced himself as they went around the room. “Now that you know my team, what are your names?”

The teachers introduced themselves before the kids went around the room saying their names. Steve stood off to the side, nodding his head, trying to remember every kid’s name. His eyes stopped on one familiar little girl, Morgan Stark. She caught his eye, and she waved with an exciting smile on her face. He nodded at her, mimicking her expression on his face. Steve noticed she also waved at Sam. Seeing her brought back the memory of his first encounter with YN and losing his dispatcher cherry while saving Morgan from the electrified pool in the process.

“Do any of you know the number to call in case someone needs help?” Danvers asked, bringing Steve's attention back to the present. Hands flew into the air, including Morgans. Danvers pointed to one of the students, and he replied with 911.

Steve zoned out as Danvers continued to talk with the young kids. His eyes traveled around the room, noticing how some of the teachers would catch his eye but then quickly look away. He smirked, realizing Thor and YN weren’t kidding when they said the teachers would flirt with them. Thor winked at one of them, and she blushed, unable to keep the smile off her face. Steve shook his head at them, returning his attention to Danvers.

“....when you dial 911, your call gets directed to a dispatcher, and they use a system called CAD, which is a computer-aided dispatch. They punch the address you give them in, and the dispatcher can figure out what unit is closest for them to send help. Now, how many of you know your address?” A few hands shot up, and Carol nodded. “It’s okay if you don’t just go home and talk to your parents about it. They love to watch you learn and would be more than willing to help.” She nodded, clasping her hands together. “We are going to watch a quick safety video and then break off into groups and do a few different activities and see some cool things. How’s that sound?” She got a few cheers from the students while the others kept quiet. Danvers smiled, switching the tv on and pushing play on the DVD player, before stepping off to the side.

The kids broke off into four smaller groups; Bucky and Steve took their group around, showing them different trucks, and explained their purpose. Steve couldn’t help but smile when the kids’ faces brightened up upon seeing the inside of the trucks. They did their best to explain what some of the equipment inside was, but most of the kids seemed too excited to listen. According to Bucky, kids like seeing the trucks and could care less about the other activities they had set up.

The first group's time was coming to an end, and the team could see the next class approaching in the distance. The team handed out gift bags, and all the kids were smiling and putting on their red plastic hats. The teachers told the students to say thank you, and they did so in unison before they retreated towards the door.

Steve stood by the entrance waving goodbye to the previous class, awaiting to greet the next class. He felt a tug on his pants, and he looked down to see Morgan smiling up at him.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be up there with your partner?” He leaned down to her eye level, resting a knee on the ground.

“She is waiting,” she pointed to her, and Steve smirked, seeing her waiting impatiently. “Besides, my teacher is still talking to the tall one.”

He glanced over to see the tall one was Thor, and he was doing the thing he always did. “Look at that, you’re right.” He nodded. “What can I do for you, Morgan?”

“I wanted to give you this--” she handed him a homemade card “--the tall one helped me make it at the coloring table.” She rocked back and forth on her feet and blushed.

“Aww, thank you.” He opened the card, reading: Thank you, Fireman Steve, for saving me, and it was an image of her in a pool with him on one side and Sam was on the other. “You’re welcome. I like it. You are quite the artist.”

She smiled. “I gave one to Fireman Sam, too.” She pointed at him with a smile.

“I’m sure he loved it, too.” Steve smiled at it. “I'm going to have to put this on my fridge at home.” He chuckled, and in an instance, the little girl wrapped her little arms around her neck and pulled him close. He patted her on the back and pulled away. “Stay out of trouble, and don’t get into any more electrified pools.”

She shot him a funny look. “You too,” she smiled, running over to her partner.

Her teacher passed by him, folding a piece of paper and sliding it into her pocket, which Steve could only assume to be Thor's number. He shook his head, looking back at Thor to see him staring at her retreating figure.

Thor caught Steve's eye, and he shrugged. “What? I like women, but you know, not in a creepy way.”

After the first class came through, the rest of the groups were easy; having got the lay-of-the-land and knowing what to say. Although towards the end of the day, the older kids, the 2nd graders, asked more daring questions, in which Steve tried to keep it G or PG.

“And with that, class is dismissed,” Danvers stated, plopping down in one of the fold-up chairs, sighing loudly.

“Hear, hear,” Sam nodded, plopping down next to her. “It’s the repetition that gets me. I could go home and fall asleep right now. Who knew kids could be so exhausting. I praise the teachers cause I know I couldn’t put up with their shit all the time.” Everyone murmured in agreement.

“How are you all tired?” Thor asked with his hands on his hips.

“We weren’t at the coloring station. We were explaining and answering questions trying to keep things kid-friendly.”

“Well, you should’ve been. In my opinion, it’s the best station.”

“No, the trucks are, the arts and crafts station is the boring table. The kids were talking about it,” Bucky added, folding up a few chairs.

“Doesn’t matter, I got a few numbers. And...” he walked over to the snack table, taking the last of YN cookies “--I got the last cookie,” he chuckled, taking a bite.

“Let’s quit complaining about what activity was better and remember it was about teaching the kids,” Danvers stated. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up, so the crew can do their job tonight.” Everyone mumbled, nodding in agreement.

Thor snapped the container to your Tupperware shut, shoving the last bite of cookie in his mouth. “I could drop off the Tupperware tonight if you’d like. I’m meeting up with her after her shift,” Steve offered, packing up the leftover snacks.

“Yes, I suppose you could, but if they go missing and she doesn’t get them. This all comes back to me, and I don’t need that on my conscience right now.”

“Probably a good idea you do it then,” Steve chuckled.

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Standing in front of the mirror, you try to get your hair to do a thing, but it isn’t doing the thing, so you decide to leave it as is. A buzzing sound at the front door brings an excited smile to your face. You trotted down the stairs, seeing Steve and Cosmo at the gate. You buzzed them in and went into the kitchen to grab two wine glasses and a bottle from your stash. You set them on the kitchen island, hearing Cosmo barking on the other side of the door. You smirked to yourself, walking over to the front door, remembering Steve mentioning how much Cosmo missed you. It was utter nonsense, but you couldn’t help but smile. You opened the front door, and your smile quickly disappeared.

“Billy.”

“Hi, honey. Did you miss me?”

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AN: Thanks for reading part 15! Those pesky cliffhangers! Where did Billy come from? Has he been watching her this whole time? Hmmmm....any theories?! And of course, all of this had to happen when things between her and Steve were finally going forward. It's almost like I planned it! Muwahaha! And speaking of Steve...what could’ve happened to him and Cosmo? Besides the ending, did you like Thor and her little chitchat, the brother-sister bonding sesh. We did learn that Thor clearly still blames himself for what happened way back then, but maybe now after their little chat, he will finally start forgiving himself, but who knows with the current revelation happening! 😬 And Val and Carol, did anyone guess that happening?! Also, did you enjoy fire safety day?! I thought it would be a good throwback to the first chapter and bring Morgan back, and I thought it would just be cute seeing the team trying to keep things G/PG when talking about their job. Haha! Better prepare yourself for the next couple chapters, cause things are going get deep! As always thanks for reading, comments always welcome!

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk inumaki #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #10times1occ

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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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That’s My Baby

Pairings: Mod Sun x Reader

Warnings/tags: Pegging, use of a strap-on

A/N: This takes place in the same universe as my other Mod fics but it can still be read as a stand alone.

“Hey, you’re home!” You greeted Mod at the door. “I was starting to get worried, you usually text if you're gonna be home late from the studio.”

“Sorry, I got a little distracted,” he motioned to the pink store bag in his hand.

“Oooh is that for me!?” You questioned excitedly, retrieving the bag from his grasp.

“Uhhh… yeah, I mean technically —“ he winced as you opened it, uncertain of how you would react. “I know we had talked about spicing things up and I-I just happen to pass that new sex shop they just opened on the way home, so I stopped in , and - and umm, yeah I thought I might be into trying... that” he spoke quickly, with both hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans, awaiting your response.

“Oh..” you gasped in shock as you pulled the apparatus from the bag. “A strap-on? Y-you want me to —“

“Sorry—” he began, with his head hung low. “I-if you’re not into it we can just—“

“Hey, hey, look at me,” you placed it back in the bag and stepped closer raising his chin with your fingertips. “You just caught me off guard that’s all. I’d be honored.” You smiled.

“Yeah?” His face lit up.

“Yeah,” you pulled him in for a kiss. “C’mon,” you took his hand in yours, the bag in the other and walked him towards the bedroom.

“Now?” He questioned, in surprise.

“Mmm, hmm” you hummed in confirmation , tugging him through the bedroom door.

“Damn, you spoil me.”

“You know it, baby.” You smirked before pushing him down on the bed, with a hand to his chest. You placed the bag at the foot of the bed for the time being as Mod rid himself of his shirt. You crawled over his sprawled out body on the bed and began kissing his neck.

“God, I fucking love you!” He spoke with a hint of soft laugher to his voice. “I shoulda known you’d be cool with this.”

“Of course, anything for you, baby,” you began kissing him lower, and lower, trailing your lips and tongue over the permanent artistry that adorned his flesh until they disappeared below the denim horizon of his jeans. He lifted his hips as you unbuttoned his pants, aiding in their swift removal; his boxers stripped away with them. You took him in your hand and slowly pumped him while you lowered your mouth to the tip with a teasing, single swipe of your tongue.

“Always such a tease!” He remarked with an impatient whine looking down at you.

“Can’t help myself, love watching you get all flustered and needy,” you continued to taunt him, holding him motionless in your palm as you licked around the base and mouthed his balls. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching you work. His hands were gripping at the sheets with eager frustration, his cheeks rosy and flushed.

“Please!” He begged as he lifted his hips from the bed with desperate need, trying to fuck into your fist. Eventually after teasing him a little bit longer you obliged and took him fully into your mouth; a satisfied hum falling from his lips. “Finally!!” he cried out gently threading his fingers into your hair, his hand bobbing along for the ride as you worked your mouth up and down his length, taking him in as deep as you possibly could and pumping what you couldn’t. You kept at until you felt his hand pushing at your shoulder; a breathy “stop, stop” bringing you to a halt. “Didn’t wanna cum yet,” he huffed “Wanna wait until —“ his eyes finished his sentence, drifting to the pink bag at the end of the bed. You got up off the bed and quickly retrieved the bag, as to not keep him waiting.

“Oh good, you bought lube too” you noticed when taking out the strap-on. “Here,” you tossed it to him.

“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself to the bathroom to put on the device, saving you both the awkward embarrassment of trying to figure out how to put it on.

Inside the bathroom you stripped off your clothes and struggled to find the right orientation of the contraption, turning it around as you tried to pinpoint which of the multiple adjustable loops were meant to wrap around your thighs and which were meant to encompass your hips. Once you got it figured out you stepped into it, and pulled it up, adjusting the straps to fit you snuggly.

“Sorry that took so long,” you said as you stepped back into the bedroom. “I swear you need a degree in engineering to put this thing on,” you laughed. “Ohh— getting started without me I see,” you took notice of Mod prepping himself on the bed; two lubed slicked fingers working him open. “Ready for me yet?” You asked crawling onto the bed and settling between his thighs.

“I-I think so” he slid his fingers out.

“How do you wanna do this?” You questioned.

“Just like this,” he answered. “Wanna face you.”

You cracked open the bottle of lube and drizzled it over the pink, phallic shaped, object strapped to your pelvis and used your hand to make sure it was fully coated before bringing the tip to the slicked pucker between his cheeks.

You were met with resistance at first, barely able to inch your way inside “Try not to tense up or it’s gonna hurt more. Just relax,” you coached him, rubbing soft circles with the thumb of your free hand on his hip. It took a few moments but eventually Mod relaxed enough and the head of the toy popped in, being swallowed by the tight ring of muscle.

“Mmm, fuck!” Mod groaned, squeezing his eyes tight.

“That’s the worst part I promise,” You stayed as still as you possibly could. “I’m gonna give you some time to adjust, let me know when you’re ready.”

“You’re right it’s not so bad now, think I’m good,” he said after a few minutes. “You seem to know what you’re doing, have you done this before?” He questioned as you began slowly rolling your hips.

“No, but do think I’ve never been on the receiving end of anal before? Did you forget I used to date Colson?” You laughed.

“Ah, Touché” he laughed as well. “Speaking of Colson, please don’t tell him or the guys about this.”

“If that’s what you want baby, I can respect that, but I want you to know that this doesn’t make you any less of a man or whatever it is you're worried about?” You reassured him, gripping his waist with both hands as you gently thrusted.

“Mmhhmm uh, I-I know that, but I’m not sure the boys would agree,” he answered through strained moans.

“Pleasure is pleasure, if whoever the hell made humans didn’t want men to get fucked up the ass then perhaps they shouldn’t have put the male G-spot there,” you said in all seriousness.

“That’s a good point,” he laughed looking up at you with his crystal blue-green eyes. “This is why I love you,” he cupped your face, with a smile on his, and connected your lips. You swallowed down his moans one after the other as you slowly increased your sped and depth. “Mmmmm mhhmmmmmn,” he broke the kiss with a long and throaty moan when you brushed against his prostate. “Aw yeah, do that- do that again!” He exclaimed breathily, gripping your backside, pulling you in deeper.

“Yeah, that’s my baby, that’s my baby. Let me hear you,” you praised and encouraged him. Typically Mod wasn’t one to be openly vocal, you knew he had the potential but he usually chose to hold back for whatever reason, but there was no stopping him now.

“Uhhh , baby, fuck! This feel so ah- amazinggg!” He whined, covering his face with his hand.

“No, lemme see you,” you pushed his hand away and cradled his face. “Look at me. You close?” You questioned. Mod nodded. “Wanna watch you cum for me.” You reached your hand down between your two bodies and began stroking him to assist with his release. He tried his best to keep eye contact; his eyes fluttering closed in sync with the ebb and flow of your thrusts. Suddenly, you felt him twitch in your hand. “You gonna—“

“Yes,yes —- oh fuck! UhhMmmm,” His eyes rolled back and his shaft pulsed as he came, emptying on his stomach. You gave him a few minutes to come down from his high.

“Might sting a little” you warned, before you slowly pulled out, producing a brief whimper from Mod. “Stay right there,” you said. “I’ll be back with something to clean you up,” You once again excused yourself to the bathroom where you rid yourself of the contraption and wet a face cloth with warm water before returning to the bedroom. “You did so good,” you praised him as you wiped the cum and lube from his body.

“ I seriously can’t thank you enough, that was absolutely incredible,” he smiled at you fondly as you finished cleaning him up.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” you smiled back. “You might want to take it easily for the rest of the weekend, you’re probably gonna be a little sore.”

“Oooooh yeah, good idea,” he groaned as he sat up. Just then his phone went off. It was a text:

Colson: 11am tomorrow don’t forget!

“Oh fuck! I forgot I promised Colson I would help him move his shit into Megan’s place tomorrow.”

“Can you cancel?”

“No, I already smoked all the free weed that he gave me in advance in exchange for helping him.” He laughed

“Yup sounds like something you would do!” You giggled “I’ll go with you tomorrow to help.”

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“Aye, perfect timing!” Colson shouted as you and Mod pulled into the driveway. “Just about ready to move my dresser out into the truck. Mind giving me a hand, while the boys take a break? Rook, Slim and Baze have been helping since eight am but I know that’s early as fuck for you and you need your beauty sleep or whatever.” He laughed “let’s go.”

Inside both boys lifted one end of Colson’s dresser and removed it from his room, and headed down the stairs with it. Mod was moving slower than usual, feeling a little sore as to be expected.

“Aye, Mod you think you can walk a little faster here, my fuckin’ arms are getting tired.”

“I’m walkin’ as fast as I can, Kells. You want help or not?”

“Walkin’ like you got a dick up your ass is more like it,” Colson taunted in friendly banter. “I’m the one walking backwards down a staircase here bro.”

“Kells, just shut the fuck up.” Mod laughed as they continued down the stairs. He could feel himself beginning to blush and hoped he could just play off his pink hued cheeks as exertion, before Colson started asking more questions.

“Yo, Y/N!” Colson yelled over to you as you were loading some of the smaller boxes. “What the hell did you do to my boy last night? He joked. “Man can hardly walk. Did you finally break him out of his little Vanilla shell and give his thighs a workout making him fuck you good and hard last night or some shit?” Colson truly had no filter at times.

You looked at Mod with a smirk before answering. “Yeah, something like that.”

#mod sun #mod sun smut #mod sun x reader #mod fanfic #derek smith #derek smith x reader #derek smith smut #mgk #machine gun kelly #colson baker #megan fox

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smile-hotch · 4 years ago

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Red Dress - Aaron Hotchner

Hello and welcome to another Aaron work! This is the first one I’ve done in a while, so enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse (ties to the victims)

word count: 1,844

Penelope Garcia, in a rush as always, walked into the conference room with an armful of files. Her eyes danced along the table and a frown formed on her lips. “Hello, my fine friends,” she greeted as she began to pass out files to each person. As she came around to Aaron Hotchner, she paused. “Sir, I can’t get (Y/N) on the phone.”

For a split second, Aaron’s eyes darted around the table. “Debrief us and then Morgan and I will go to her house for a welfare check.” His voice was cool but urgent as he looked back down at the file.

Nodding quickly, Penelope put her back to the large screen in the room and held the remote up on her hand. “Unfortunately, our little friend who kidnaps political figures is back,” she began and flashed the image of a dead woman in a police uniform. “This is officer Sheryl Garrett. She was reported missing a week ago today after not showing up for work and was found dead two hours ago in an alley two blocks from her house. As you can see,” Penelope changed the picture, “there are lacerations on her neck and wrists, like the last two victims.”

“All of who were political figures?” Derek Morgan asked as he set the pictures down.

Penelope nodded vigorously. “The first victim was Megan Shelly, as you may remember.” She showed her pictures on the screen. She was the founder of a non-profit organization serving victims of domestic abuse in the city.”

Jennifer Jareau pressed her lips together briefly. “And she was taken two months ago?”

“Exactly two months ago from the time Sheryl Garrett was abducted.” Aaron’s dark eyes didn’t bother looking up from the file.

Spencer looked up. “Perhaps our unsub has a particular disdain for those assisting victims of domestic abuse.”

Penelope pointed to Spencer. “Let me finish my speech before you get to the point. The second victim was city councilwoman Sharon Rubel, who’s campaign focused greatly on punishing those convicted of domestic abuse and protecting the victims. She was taken from her home exactly a month ago from the date of Officer Garrett’s abduction. And Officer Garrett worked in the domestic abuse division of her precinct.”

David Ross hummed. “And he is obviously spiraling. His timeline is shortening, his cuts are becoming sloppier. If we don’t catch him soon, there could be at a lot less domestic abuse activists in this city.” His fingers flipped through the pages.

Penelope held up her hand, silencing her friends once more. “The unsub also left a note for the first time in Officer Garrett’s house, as you can see here.” She put the picture on the television.

It is only going to get bigger.

“Bigger?” Derek scoffed. “Does that mean he is going to go after a congresswoman, maybe?”

JJ, her face paling slightly, looked up at the rest of his team. “I hate to even speculate this, but wasn’t (Y/N) an attorney that only worked with domestic abuse victims?”

Abruptly, Aaron stood and closed his file. “JJ and Rossi, go to the precinct and see if there have been any disgruntled offenders. Reid, you and Prentiss need to go to the dumpsite. Penelope, keep calling (Y/N) and pull the cases she worked on in . Look to see if any of the offenders were released from jail shortly before the first murder, and cross reference the last victim’s cases with (Y/N)’s. Morgan, you’re with me.” With that, the team dispersed. Aaron marched off towards his office with Derek on his heels.

“Should I get (Y/N)’s address from Garcia?” Derek questioned as he followed Aaron into his office, where he took the gun from his desk and holstered it on his ankle.

He grabbed the car keys for one of the bureau's cars off his desk and walked by Derek. “You don’t need to.”

The ride to your house was achingly stiff. Derek tried to talk possible motives with Aaron regarding the case at hand, but all conversation was quick and stern. “With all due respect, sir, what’s going on with you?” Derek asked as they pulled up outside your house.

Aaron leaped from the car without answering Derek and began towards the door without waiting. Shaking his head, Derek rushed to catch up with Aaron. Without hesitating, Aaron reached for the front door handle, and it opened with ease. “Not locked?” Derek asked as Aaron glanced in the house.

He shook his head. “That’s not like her,” he muttered and pulled his gun from holster before pushing the door open more with his foot. Immediately, as they entered your living room, Aaron cursed loudly. In black paint, across the painting you did of the farm you grew up on as a child, was “IT IS ONLY GETTING BIGGER” in messy, scrawled handwriting.

“I’m calling backup,” Derek said as he pulled his phone from his pocket. Aaron frantically searched the house for any sign of you, but there was none. He came back down the stairs of your home, spotting Derek in the kitchen, looking closely at your back door, leading to your backyard. “I think he was waiting for her last night, after work.”

Aaron’s face paled as he looked at the back door as well, where the scratch marks on the trim indicated someone breaking in. “It had to be later that night,” Aaron finally said to Derek as he looked away.

Crossing his arms, Derek narrowed his eyes. “If there is something you know, you need to tell me.”

Aaron felt a burst of anger in his head. He wanted to throw, destroy something, anything. “(Y/N) was with me last night. He had to be waiting for her after I dropped her off shortly after ten o’clock last night.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. Normally, he would hound Aaron about this information, but he couldn’t. Not when you weren’t there to face it as well. “What was she wearing last night so I can have law enforcement put an APB out?”

A slight blush formed on Aaron’s face at the thought of it. “A sleeveless red silk dress and black heels.”

Again, Derek raised his eyebrows. “Damn.” He walked away, putting the phone to his ear. Aaron turned away, walking through the house as he, too, started calling people.

As he wandered into the living room once more, he avoided looking at the ruined painting above the fireplace. “Hotch? Did you find (Y/N)?” Rossi’s voice flooded through the phone immediately.

“He has her,” he answered stiffly as his eyes landed on one of his own ties laying across the back of one of your antique chairs. He picked it up, running his thumb along it, and pressed his lips together. “Have you found anything at the precinct?”

Rossi fell silent for a moment. “We’ll find her, Aaron. You know we will.” The silence that met his words made Rossi sigh. “Truthfully, it seems almost all offenders are disgruntled on out latest victim’s end. I’ve sent the particularly violent ones to Garcia to cross examine.”

“Let me know if you find anything,” Aaron told him and hung up the phone without another word.

Aaron felt guilty, for leaving her on her own the night before. He knew that there was no way for him to predict that this would happen, but still felt at fault for it. However, the guilt was nothing compared to the anger he felt for anyone daring to hurt you.

~.~

It took two more days before JJ discovered a break in the case that led the team to the unsub. You were gone for three whole days, and there was always the biting thought in the back of everyone’s mind that you were long passed alive and not even with them anymore, but they still had to find you, in whatever capacity that may be.

The unsub failed to hear the team enter his home, as he was sleeping soundly on the couch, and Derek Morgan flipped him off to the ground incredibly hard and cuffed him as the others searched for you. JJ and Spencer searched the large yard and shed behind the large, Victorian style home, while Emily, Aaron, and Rossi began to tear the house apart. Local law enforcement took the man into custody and dragged from the home as he shouted and screamed about the unfairness in the judicial system and the rats that cared about the victims of domestic abuse.

Aaron anger built up as he tore down the steps of the house, into the basement. A door at the end of the room had a single lock on the outside of it, and without hesitating, Aaron kicked the flimsy door in.

The lights in the room were an odd shade of red, and there you were, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. “I’ve got her,” Aaron shouted up the house.

With your arms tied behind your back and legs tied together at the knees and ankles both, you were completely unable to move. There was a gag in your mouth, tied around your head and stained with a mixture of blood and tears. You still wore your red dress, which now had a tear up the side and blood along the top, but still looked beautiful to Aaron.

With wide, pleading eyes, you whined into the cloth as Aaron quickly fell to his knees in front of you and began carefully cutting the rope around your knees and ankles. “(Y/N), are you hurt?” He asked as your legs were free, and he untied the cloth from around your head.

With a busted bottom lip and a thin cut across your cheek, you shook your head. “Just a few bumps and cuts, is all.” Your voice was gravelly and sounded dry. “I could really use a drink.”

Aaron chuckled as he cut your hands free, and you rubbed your wrists immediately. “You had me so worried,” he mumbled as he stood, holding a hand out to you.

Your black heels felt taller than ever as you tried to stand. Stumbling, Aaron caught you and quickly frowned. “Ah, haven’t walked in a minute,” you explained and held onto his arm tightly. As you straightened and stretched your legs, Aaron watched you closely. “I wasn’t worried.” Aaron furrowed his eyebrows. “I knew you’d find me, Aaron.”

Slowly, you stood on your toes, even in your heels, and kissed him so gently. You ignored the pain of your busted lip as you grabbed his shoulders, steadying you further.

Carefully, Aaron pulled you against him, deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. After a moment, you both pulled away with red faces. Law enforcement rushed down the stairs at that point, and you moved your hands to his arm once more. “Take me home, please. I can’t wait to get out of this dress.”

Aaron, fighting the smirk on his lips, spoke quietly to her. “I quite like you in it, actually.”

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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Tsukishima Kei x male reader

Reader and Tsukki almost got down and dirty but Bokuto and Kuroo burst in. Gym 3 (minus Lev and Hinata) reacting to Tsukki having a secret SO.

Requested: No

Word Count: 912

College AU where the boys are in college, but only Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi and Tsukishima are mentioned.

Warnings: making out, nipple play, half-naked men

“Mah, (y/n)~”

Kei moaned out his lover’s name as he kissed down his neck to his sweet spot. When he found it, Kei moaned out again, feeling as though his legs were giving up on him.

Kei pushed (y/n) down to lay against the headboard of their shared bed.

“Eager, are we?” (y/n) teased as Kei moved to straddle his hips.

(y/n) pressed a long, passionate, kiss on Kei’s lips before taking Kei’s shirt off. He leaned his head against the headboard, admiring Kei’s body. He’d certainly beefed up since High School, though he wasn’t exactly as beefy as say, Iwaizumi or Bokuto, but at least he’s not a pocky stick anymore.

“You’re the prettiest man I have ever laid my eyes on.” (y/n) said, looking Kei straight in the eyes.

Kei blushed, crossing his arms over his chest. He turned his head to look away, flustered. “You’re just saying that cause you’re my boyfriend.”

(y/n) chuckled, cupping Kei’s cheek and gently pushing it so that Kei would look at him. “It’s not because of that. I don’t lie, Kei.”

Kei was flustered, to say the least. He didn’t have any witty remarks to reply with, so instead, he preoccupied himself with unbuttoning (y/n)’s shirt. (y/n) chuckled again, leaning up to press soft, teasing kisses and nips along the sides of Kei’s neck, purposely avoiding his sweet spot.

With each kiss, Kei found himself disorientated, fumbling with (y/n)’s buttons, finding it harder and harder to unbutton each one.

When he was done, (y/n) bit Kei’s sweet spot as a reward, leaving a forming hickey behind. “Gah! Mm..”

He pulled off the sleeves, leaving Kei to run his hands along (y/n)’s biceps.

(y/n) leaned down to see Kei’s hard nipples twitch in the cold air, waiting to be played with. (y/n) teasingly licked around each one, before taking one in his mouth and playing with the other. When he felt the other needed more attention, (y/n) bit around the one in his mouth, creating a bite mark, then moved onto the other, all the while Kei was moaning and mewling softly. (y/n) bit around the other one as well.

He leaned back to admire his work, a red, blushing Kei, a neck riddled with hickeys, and two bite marks around Kei’s nipples.

“Baby, you are just--”

“TSUKISHIMA” “MEGANE-KUUUUUN”

Two tall people burst into the room, both of which (y/n) had seen around campus but didn’t know the names of.

One of them had an imitation of a bed head and the other looked like an owl, but not as much as Hoshiumi does. At least to (y/n), Hoshiumi looks like an owl.

The owl looking one had his mouth hanging wide open while the bed headed one was covering his mouth, trying to cover his laugh, though failing.

Immediately, Kei pulled a pillow over his neck and chest, burying the bottom part of his face into it.

“G-Guys.. get out.” He tried covering his blush with the pillow.

A third, slightly shorter figure came up behind the two intruders. He took one glance at the situation before pulling the other two out of the room by the collar and shutting the door.

“Who were they?” (y/n) asked, throwing his button up into the hamper inside the room and pulling on a sweater Kei had stolen from him instead.

“My friends…” Kei said, looking down. He had moved off of (y/n)’s lap but he was still frozen in his spot on the bed. “Are you okay, Kei?” (y/n) asked, concern written over his face. “Do you think they won’t be accepting?”

Kei shook his head, “It’s not that, it’s just.. I’ll be bombarded with questions and… Kuroo is very teasing and Bokuto likes to follow along with his teasing, so..”

(y/n) chuckled, pulling Kei off the bed and forcing the pillow out of his hold.

“It’s okay, I’ll be there with you.” He said, handing Kei a loose turtleneck.

“That’s sort of the point..”

“I mean, I knew you were going out with someone since you’ve hung out with us a lot less these past few months but I had no idea it was a guy!” The owl, Bokuto, shouted.

Tsukishima winced at his high volume.

“Bokuto-san, please lower your voice.” The one that had pulled the other two out of the room said. He’d introduced himself as Akaashi Keiji and was clearly the responsible one between the trio.

The news of their relationship wasn’t all that surprising to Akaashi, he’d seen the pair around campus together and they appeared to be closer than two best friends would be.

“You guys were totally going to have sex,” The bedhead, Kuroo, said. Akaashi was giving him side-eye. “...if we didn’t go in there. Sorry if we ruined your first time.”

“Oh, right!” Bokuto exclaimed, loud as ever. “Was that going to be your first--”

“Bokuto-san, please refrain from asking such questions.”

“Fine, Akaashi. When did you start dating?”

The afternoon was spent with questions mainly from Bokuto and Kuroo, and some of the more serious ones from Akaashi.

They were nice friends, and (y/n) ended up becoming part of the friend group upon the louder two’s assistance. Their future gatherings would consist of lots of teasing but gradually, they didn’t tease about it, unless either of the two had a visible hickey or bruise, whether it came from sexual activities or not. It became a normal thing, as it should have been from the start.

Agh I love Tsukkiiiiii

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gamergirl929 · 4 years ago

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I’m More Than My Scars (Carli Lloyd x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Would you write one where R has some gnarly face scars and the uswnt have been helping her get over here fear of going out because people would treat her bad. Then one day a reporter says something to her and her gf carli completely just shuts them down.

You stared into the locker room’s mirror, tracing the deep scar that ran from the corner of your right eye, across your cheek before cutting across your lips, stopping just at your chin.

You’d kept your head down in the NWSL, doing everything you could not to draw attention to the ridged scar across your face that you’d gotten in a car accident when you were a teenager.

Now though...

Now you were at the national level, and there was absolutely no way you could hide it, from anyone.

“Hey.”

You jump at the sound of Mallory’s voice, turning to your NWSL Sky Blue teammate with a smile.

“Hey.” You murmur, glancing back at the mirror and Mallory frowns, watching as you stare at the scar on your face.

“Y/N.” Mallory places a hand on your cheek and you turn to her with a small smile that in no way meets your eyes.

Mallory glances around the locker room, in search of her NWSL teammate and your girlfriend, Carli Lloyd.

“Carli!” Mallory calls out, the veteran’s eyes locking with Mal’s before she realizes you’re in distress.

“Is everything okay...?” She asks and you shrug, glancing away again staring at your scarred face.

“Everyone is going to stare...” You mumble as you trace your scar, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Y/N, we’re here for you every step of the way.” Carli wraps her arms around you from behind and you nod, leaning back against her.

“I know...”

It’s then that the rest of the team notices the tears in your eyes and Kelley is immediately by your side, followed by Sonnett and Alex, the two reaching you at the same time.

Carli keeps her arms wrapped around you as your teammates surround you in worry, each and every one of them offering comfort.

“Listen, we’ve all got your back and if anyone says anything about your scar, we’ll take care of it.” Ashlyn nods, and you sniffle, nodding in return.

“Okay?” The goalie grins and you nod.

“Okay.”

***

“I’ve got you.” Carli whispers in your ear, her arms still wrapped tightly around you.

Ever since your tears started to fall in the locker room, she’d refused to let you go, even in the tunnel where you and your opponents were gathered, a number of them glancing your way in confusion, not just confusion at the fact Carli Lloyd was closer to you than the jersey on your back, but at the scar running across your face.

“Alright, stop staring guys.” You smile at Kailen Sheridan’s, your Sky Blue teammate’s, voice, the goal keeper sending you a wink on her way by, reaching over to pat Carli’s back.

“I’ll keep them off your back.” She smiles and you grin.

“Thanks Kailen.”

“Anytime Y/N.”

Carli still keeps a hold of you, glaring at anyone who so much as glances your way.

“It’s alright Carli, just me.” Kelley holds her palms up in surrender, waiting for the forward’s nod before she wraps her arms around the both of you.

“It’s not only Carli who’s got your back, we do too.”

You nod, lips splitting in a grin.

“I know you do, thanks Kel.”

The defender ruffles your hair before taking her place back in line.

You tilt your head back, looking at your girlfriend with a pout, your best puppy dog eyes on display.

Carli laughs, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let me fix your hair, you know your puppy dog eyes are my weakness.”

Carli is quick to fix your ruffled hair, kissing the nape of your neck when she finishes.

The line’s about to head out when she presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Good luck babe, remember, we’ve got you.”

Carli jogs to the front of the line and you take a deep breath, nodding.

“Show time.”

***

No matter how much the team was there for you, or how much they had you, that still didn’t stop the staring, from fans, reporters, staff, everyone was staring and you were painfully aware of it.

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and almost immediately Carli is at your side, slipping an arm around your middle.

“You okay?” She asks and you nod, though you can’t help but turn, hiding your face against her sweaty jersey.

“They keep staring...” You mumble, and Carli pulls you closer, sending a narrowed eyed glare to everyone around you, including your teammates.

“Heel Lloyd.” Megan smiles as she slips an arm around you, leading you and Carli towards the locker room, your teammates following close behind, glaring at anyone who looks your way.

“We’ve got you.” Kelley pats your back and you sniffle, nodding, your face still buried in Carli’s shirt.

Eventually you’re guided back to the locker room, Carli holding you close as the two of you sit down on a bench, your teammates all gathering around you, leaning close to you or touching you in some way.

Tactic talks were half-hearted, Canada hadn’t been putting up as much of a fight as usual, leaving the team to provide you comfort during the halftime break.

Carli had been whispering softly in your ear since you’d gotten into her arms, the woman calming you down in a way she didn’t even realize, your teammates caressing your legs, your sides, your back, Christen holding one hand while Alex holds the other.

“Y/N?”

You jump, picking your head up for the first time since you’d entered the locker-room.

“Yeah?” You clear your throat and Vlatko smiles.

“You okay for the 2nd half?” He asks and you glance around, your teammates staring your way worried.

You nod.

“I am.”

***

Thanks to your teammate’s comfort, you’d entered the second half a bit more rejuvenated, tearing up the field and delivering a cross to your girlfriend that ended up in the back of the net, the forward running to you, catching you as you jump into her arms.

It isn’t until after the game that things change.

The second the whistle blows Carli makes her way towards you, but she doesn’t have time to get to you before a reporter makes his way over, a cameraman in tow.

“Excuse me, Y/N? Mind if we get a word?” He asks with a smile and you clear you throat, hating the fact that you’re on camera, but you nod.

“Now Y/N, you played an amazing game today, but like everyone else, there’s only one question I have and that’s about your sca-

It takes mere moments for Carli to get to you, her eyes narrowed, and nostrils flaring.

“How dare you...” She snarls, stepping closer to the man. “Y/N had an amazing game, assisted on a goal and all you have to ask her is about her scar? Whoever your employer is, I’d seriously be questioning their judgement on hiring someone like you who doesn’t respect someone and comments on their appearance instead of their talent.”

The man swallows hard.

“Ms. Lloyd I’m-

She holds up a hand, scoffing.

“Save it, you don’t speak to me, or Y/N again.”

Carli turns to you, with a small, sad frown.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I tried to get to you in time but I just-

You cut her off with a kiss, your lips pressing tenderly against hers.

The two of you reluctantly part, grins stretched across both your faces.

Carli smiles as you cup her cheeks, leaning back in to press another kiss to her lips.

“I love you.”

Not only do your eyes double in size, but Carli’s as well considering that was the first time you’d ever told her, I love you.

The veteran grins, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.”

You’re about to kiss again when you hear a shout, turning abruptly to see Kelley struggling in Alyssa’s hold, the woman snarling at the reporter from earlier.

“HOW DARE YOU ASK ME ABOUT HER SCAR!”

Instead of feeling sadness, you let out a snort, shaking your head as you turn to Carli.

“We better stop her before she kills him.”

Carli shrugs.

“I mean, what’s the rush.” She smirks watching as your other teammates swarm on the reporter, angrily snarling at the shorter man who visibly falters at the site of Ashlyn.

You slip an arm around her middle, leaning your head on her shoulder.

“I suppose we could wait a bit longer.”

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dreamingabouttaron · 4 years ago

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The Assistant Part 29

You looked down at the small shiny blue and white invitation that sat neatly in your hands. As you slowly traced your fingers over the bumpy white letters, you held tightly onto your breath. Your mind was racing. You had arrived at United Agents that morning to find a letter addressed to you sitting neatly on your desk. You had eagerly opening it to find an invitation to the Cannes premiere of Rocketman inside alongside a handwritten letter from Taron personally asking you to come along. It felt like time had stopped. You didn’t know what to do. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Taron in months. Would it even be a good idea to go?

James looked over at you from his desk, he noticed the frozen state that you were in. “Is that your invitation?” He asked quietly, clearly knowing what you were looking at. You looked up at him slowly, still holding tightly on to the piece of card. “Are you going to go?”

You released a breath that you didn’t realise you had been holding. “I… I don’t know.”

James got up from his desk and dragged his chair over to yours. “I’m going to be honest with you and I’m saying this because I love and care about you. I think you should go. I think it would be good for you to see him. If worse comes to the worst Lindy and I are going to be there with Taron doing press so I can keep an eye on things.”

You gently placed the piece of card onto the desk and looked back over the letter Taron had written for you. You ran your fingers over his hand writing. You pictured him sat there writing it out over and over. You thought back to the voicemail he had left you a few weeks ago. You felt guilty for not responding but you didn’t know what to say. You still had feelings for him. You still craved him. But you knew you could be toxic together. Would it really be a good idea to drag the past back up again?

“Megs..” James placed his warm hand on yours. “Be real with me for a moment. Do you still have feelings for him?” You looked into his eyes and he didn’t need a vocal answer. The answer was written all over your face. “and I think we have our answer.” James climbed up from his chair and dragged it back over to his desk. “I’m taking you shopping this weekend. We’re going to find you the most perfect dress.”

That weekend you met James in Central London; you trailed around a number of different boutique shops until you finally found the ‘most perfect dress’ for the premiere. The days flew by and before you knew it, you were getting ready in your hotel room in Cannes. You had been arguing with yourself for days, was this really the right thing to do? You didn’t know what had come over you. You felt so stupid. What if he was with someone else? What if he was only inviting you because you worked for him? If you saw him, what would you even say to him? A million questions ran through your head, they had kept you up at night making the room spin.

You took one last glance at yourself in the mirror before you left your room. You were dressed in a floor length light blue chiffon dress. You had accessorised with a silver bag and silver heels. The blue in your dress made the blue in your eyes stand out. You had to admit, you looked good. You left your room and climbed into the back of a waiting car. You had been in constant contact with James, he was giving you little updates and kept checking in with how you were doing. You were so thankful for his support.

When you arrived at the premiere, you were blown away with the scale of it. You hadn’t experienced anything like this. You felt like a fish out of water. It was incredibly overwhelming. You made your way straight up the red carpet and straight into the building, ignoring the craziness of the red carpet. You quickly took your place in the cinema and waited for everyone else to arrive. As the room started to fill up, your eye got caught when you noticed Tina and Guy walking in to find their seats. As they scanned the rows for their places, Tina noticed you. You felt your breath hitch. You smiled gently towards her and she waved warmly back. You wanted to run over and hug her. You wanted her comforting ways. You wanted her to tell you everything was going to be okay. You were starting to feel a little silly when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. You looked down to see a text from Tina. I’m so happy to see you. I’ll find you and give you a hug after the film. Tina x

You felt a wave of relief wash over your body. Something so simple made everything feel better. You quickly typed a reply as the rest of the room filled up. You watched as the rest of the cast and crew found their seats. You felt more and more anxious as you waited for Taron to enter the room. You weren’t sitting anywhere near the front of the screen but just being in the same room as him filled you with a cocktail of emotions. And that’s when you noticed him. You clocked James and Lindy following closely behind a rather sharp looking Taron. He looked incredible. You felt your heart beating as everyone in the room clapped and cheered as the last of the cast and crew took their seats.

The film itself was a masterpiece. You couldn’t have been any prouder of Taron. You could finally see why he was so busy and so stressed when you were together. As you watched the scenes play out, you thought back to the filming process and the stress and arguments it caused. It brought back so many memories of Taron singing the songs on repeats for months and months. You felt overwhelmed with emotion just thinking about it, it brought tears to your eyes. When the film finished, you made a beeline back to the hotel where you were going to meet James before you made your way to the after party. You wanted to compose yourself in case you saw Taron.

A few hours and drinks later, you were standing with James at the bar. You were so relieved that he was there with you. You couldn’t have done this on your own. The party was in full swing, the drinks were flowing, the dance floor was packed and the music was incredibly loud. Everyone was having a wonderful time. You were in the middle of a conversation with James when you followed his eye line to a group of men all laughing and shouting. The group parted and that’s when you saw him. Taron.

A rush of emotions hit you, it was like you couldn’t breathe. Could this really be happening. Were you really here? You knew you were standing, but you couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t feel your hands, legs or anything for that matter. All you could feel was your heart. It was beating, so fast you thought the whole world could hear it. Everything was so bright. Memories came flashing back. You pictured the first time you met him. You walked into United Agents and there he was. The way he looked at you and smiled. They say in the few seconds you can see a persons true feeling towards you. That’s where it all began. A friendship and love. A love that you had never felt before. You tried to calm yourself down, slowly, taking deep breaths until your breathing was back to normal and the room was no longer spinning.

The room seemed to go silent. Time seemed to stand still. There he was. Not quite right in front of you, but the other side of the room. Which quickly felt a lot smaller than it actually was. Everything was happening in slow motion. Yes, it was highly cliché; but the moment you laid eyes on him you felt something inside you shift. There was something about Taron that just...shook you. He just stood there, laughing and joking with his friends holding a beer, typical, but god did he look good in that grey velvet suit jacket.

You felt like you were staring at him for an awfully long time but you didn’t care. That’s when he noticed you, but you still couldn’t look away. His whole face softened when he saw you. Now you were just two people in a crowded room staring at each other. From an outsider’s perspective it probably looked a little weird. Then he did something, something you thought if you saw in person again it would break you. He smiled at you. A wonderful, bright smile.

Do something, you kept repeating in your head over and over again. Move. Smile. Look away. Anything, just stop staring.

You managed a little wave of your hand causing his smile to grow even more. He got pulled back into his conversation with his friends. That’s when everything came rushing back into focus. The room you were in, the people, the flashing lights, the thumping music. You could hear James calling your name beside you, but you couldn’t open your mouth to respond. You wanted to leave, you needed to get out but you couldn’t move.

You watched as Taron excused himself from his group and slowly made his way through the crowd over to you. James reached out for your hand and gave it a little squeeze before he melted into the crowd giving you time alone.

Taron stopped in front of you. You both stood staring at each other for a moment. You felt the whole atmosphere shift. There he was. You took in his features. Still exactly the same. Still the man you fell in love with.

“Hey.” He finally managed to say.

“Hey. You smiled back.

“Wow look at you. You look like a star. You’re a vision in blue.” Taron said as his eyes scanned you and your body.

“Oh, I do?” You gulped and ran your hands nervously over your frame. You felt your cheeks growing red hot.

“Hey, you came!” He said with a slight frown on his forehead. It was as if he suddenly realised you were actually stood there in front of him.

“I wasn’t sure if I should come…” You whispered in response.

‘I’m very glad you decided to come.” He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. You both just stood there examining each other. You just wanted to reach out and touch him. You wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Megan..I.. um.. I would really like to talk to you. Alone.” He said as he leant down and spoke quietly into your ear. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but would you come up to my room with me? I think it’s the only place we’ll get some privacy.”

You hesitate before nodding and following him through the crowds. The music getting quieter and quieter as you walk away. You were glad, it allowed your thoughts to form. You wanted to be as switched on as you could for this conversation. You wanted to be open and honest, you didn’t want to hold anything back.

When you arrived at Taron’s room he shut the door behind you, leaving you both completely alone for the first time in months. Now stand in front of Taron, neither of you saying a word. Both of you building up the courage. Minutes seemed to pass, still, no one said a word.

“H-how have you been since…” Taron finally broke the silence but trailed off not knowing how to finish his sentence.

“Since that night?” You snapped. “Oh, I’ve been great. You know, it's not like I’ve spent every day for the last four months wondering what the hell happened. Wondering what I did wrong. Wondering what I could have done to have saved us.” You didn’t mean to be sarcastic and petty but yet you couldn't help it, it just came out that way.

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head in defeat looking down at his feet.

Silence once again fell between the two of you. Moving away from Taron, you walk towards the sofa and sat down.

“Megan, I know me saying ‘I’m sorry’ didn't mean anything to you then and probably means even less now, but I really am sorry. For everything. Hurting you was something I never wanted to do.” A rush of emotions ran through you, your anger was gone. Despite everything that had happened you didn’t hate Taron, you didn’t really know how to hate him. “But, why?” He asked, his voice was barely a whisper.

“Why what?” You questioned.

“Why did you end things. D-did I do something wrong? Was there someone else…”

“No! God no, to both.” You replied quickly.

“Then why?”

“I-I” You didn’t know what to say. “I felt like we were spending more time apart than together and when we were together it was as if we were on two separate planets. We weren’t connecting at all. All we did was argue and kiss and make up. Our work schedules were just crazy and that just torn us apart even more. I thought it would be best to give you the chance to find someone who would be home when you would be. You deserve someone who you can have spontaneous dates with, someone who you could fall asleep next to every night, not every couple of months. So I decided to let you go.”

“You really are stupid you know that.” He said raising an eyebrow and laughing at your comment. “Was there any particular reason you thought I was unhappy?”

You thought for a moment before replying. “Not exactly.” You shook your head.

“Did I ever actually say that you being away with work so much was ever an issue for me?”

Once again you paused and thought about what he asked. You both knew the answers. “No.”

“But regardless, you took it upon yourself to decide what I wanted from a relationship.”

“I told you, you deserved better than what I was able to give you at the time.”

The energy in the room seemed to shift. You watched as he took a moment to take in your words. “Did you know that I wrote down all of the things you ever said that touched my heart, and when I recently read them back after all this time they still touch my heart” Taron said as he sat down on the bed keeping his distance from you. The distance between you was charged with energy. You watched as he took his phone out of his pocket to find what he was looking for. You watched his finger scroll as he read what was on his phone. He then suddenly stopped and looked at you with his wonderful wide eyes.

“Megan. You’re on my mind, constantly” he shot at you. You furrowed your brows and frowned, not knowing what to reply. “If I’m happy it’s because of you, if I’m mad it’s because of you, everything I feel is because of you. But lately I’ve been more... sad? mad? I don’t know, but I know it makes me feel twisted inside.” You watched as tears started to fall from Taron’s eyes. You could see him struggling to identify the emotions he had been bottling up within himself. It pained you to see him like this. The sight brought tears to your eyes too.

“Do you remember our first ‘date’, you took me to that restaurant that had just opened around the corner from where I used to live…” You allowed the words to fall out of your mouth as you wiped your tears away.

“Yeah,” he paused, his face changed suddenly, a huge smile growing across his face as he remembered, “You wore that pink dress, you looked absolutely beautiful. That night I just knew you were the one.”

You felt your cheeks flush with heat, you loved that he still remembers so much about it even after all this time. You placed your head in your hands as you felt the emotions of the day catching up with you. Without any words Taron simply stood up and went over to where you were sitting. He kneeled in front of the sofa and leaned forward to hug your waist. You were both practically a sniffling and snotty mess. You held each other tightly. Touching for the first time in months. Holding each other. Comforting each other. Allowing yourselves to be there for the other person.

After some time when you both finally felt like there were no more tears left in your bodies, Taron came up from where he was almost cradling you. He cracked a reassuring smile and wiped your tear-filled face with his sleeve. He kept his eyes on you. He drew circles on your knee with his delicate hands. The movements felt soothing.

“Sorry. Everything just sort of hit me. You and me, us. Everything leading up to the break up. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m holding you back or anything. I get that you would want to move on at some point. That you have to move on.” Your voice still sounded a bit shaky and not as convincing as you’d hope for.

“You think this is what I truly want? Don’t you know me at all?” Taron looked hurt while saying this. You just shrugged while not knowing what to say. But then again here he was looking at you with those beautiful deep eyes. The same eyes you’d fallen in love with.

“I never wanted this Megan. Never. I just went along with this because that’s what I thought you wanted. You seemed so determined about it. I thought you were tired of me. I thought maybe you didn’t love me anymore.”

You were almost crying again while vigorously shaking your head at his words. You had let him believe that you didn’t love him. You moved out of the chair and slid onto his lap to wrap your arms around him in a bone crushing hug. His warmth engulfed you. In your mind you tried to hug away the last couple of months. If only it was that easy.

“I left because I love you too much Taron. I had to. The way you made me feel scared me so much. I was scared so many times that you would leave me for someone else. Someone better. I felt like I didn’t deserve you or your love. Like I wasn’t worthy of it.”

“Oh God Megan! No! I’m so sorry! I know I fucked this up from the very the beginning. I sure managed to royally screw us over didn't I?” He shakes his head.

“Hey, no ones perfect, even you.” You joke, even throwing him a wink teasing him and he laughs. You are so surprised at how all of a sudden you are so comfortable with him.

Taron cautiously reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, then gently caressing your cheek. It's like muscle memory kicks in and you automatically lean into his hand, closing your eyes enjoying his touch.

“I miss you, so much.” Your eyes dart open looking directly into his, god how you missed his eyes. You could hear the hurt and emotion in his voice. Feeling his body heat radiating off of him, you notice how close you had become with your bodies practically pressed against each other.

“I miss you too.” Responding with just as much emotion. As soon as the word left your mouth, Taron reached his other hand around your waist pulling you closer. Taron looked at you and you felt the world still around the two of you. His hands now came up and rested on each side of your face. His hands caressing your face, you leaned into the touch. He looked as if searching for something. Ever so slowly he leaned forward. You could feel his breath as he came closer. Your lips collided. His soft lips on yours. Your body knew exactly how to respond having a mind of its own. You reach your arms up around his neck, your fingers glide through the short hairs on the back of his head. It was like no time had passed. You fit perfectly together. You had to pull away to catch your breath. You couldn’t help yourself from smiling at Taron who looked just as flustered as you. He let out a breathy chuckle still holding you close to him as if you could disappear at any time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You don't reply with words, you just pull his lips back down to yours. Both of his hands, now around your waist, they grip you harder. Like he never wants to let you got. You secretly hope he wouldn’t.

Reluctantly you did let go. Words got caught in your throat, you had so much you wanted to say so much you wanted to ask. Almost like he could read your mind, Taron brushed the tip of his nose against your placing one quick kiss on your lips.

“Well that was something.” He whispered.

You agreed with him with a wide smile on your face. Both out of breath. The two of you couldn’t hold back a small laugh. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his. Your hands wandered to his back and neck drawing all kinds of shapes.

“Seems like we just wasted several months of our lives.” You hummed silently feeling content.

“I think we did!” You could feel Taron’s chest vibrate from a laugh. You leaned into him wanting to be closer if that was humanly possible. This feeling right here was everything. “I love you” He whispered.

You let out a deep sigh and leaned into kiss him once more. You weren’t planning on stoping anytime soon, not that he would let you. You weren’t going anywhere. You belonged right here with him. You knew it was still incredibly early but you knew things were on the way up. You could feel it. The spark was back in your eyes and you couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.

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Thank you everyone for your love and support. I am very saddened to say that I have one more part left of this wonderful journey. I can not thank you all enough for all the kind words I have received. I will be opening up a request box soon, so if anyone has any requests or one shots they would like written I’m all ears! I hope you have a wonderful week x

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kbandtrash · 3 years ago

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The Heir and the Library of Secrets (SKZ Royal AU)(Part 5)

~Megan~

Masterlist

Y/N hardly lived, having to work and care for her two brothers. The heir lived in constant fear that he would be killed before becoming king. But secrets are told, old and new faces find their way close, and the lives they had known start unraveling.

Felix/Changbin x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Part 1

Felix was again in his room, but with the promise that he would leave his room and the castle entirely let him feel more at ease. He knew his mother would be okay; she had to be okay. She had, after all, spoken to each one of her sons. It seemed like a good sign, at least, he hoped it was.

Chan stayed only until Felix decided he could leave early. He was feeling generous, and knew, after a short talk, that Chan walked to and from the palace daily. His home was a few miles away, so it was somewhat tiring, though he had gotten used to it. However, Felix didn’t care to offer him a carriage, because Chan kept refusing the early release.

“Just go,” Felix urged, shooing the servant out the door, “before I cut your pay.”

Chan stumbled out, sighing. “Still using that leverage, I see.”

Felix nodded and told one of the patrolmen to see that Chan left safely. The armored man nodded sharply before accompanying Chan down the halls. This left Felix alone.

The heir sat in the window, as he found himself doing frequently, and stared with disinterest at the gardeners trimming the hedges. He soon found himself occupied in a book that he had read multiple times already. Occasionally he would put it down with a sigh, and turn back to the window. The sun was still high in the sky, as if it would never fall. He desperately wanted night to come, so he could sleep and pass more time.

When the sun had at last made its dip toward the horizon, someone entered his room. Felix swiveled his head to find Hyunjin had entered, books stacked in his arms precariously. The heir stood in pleasant surprise, but made no move to assist his brother.

Hyunjin poured the books onto his vanity as neatly as he could, and then turned toward the window. “Good afternoon, Your Highness.”

Felix hated when he was called that, especially by his hyungs. It felt unnatural, and unfair, that he was treated with such respect. Nonetheless, he nodded. “What have you brought?”

“Books,” he said with an obvious tone. “Mother talked to me again and told me to get these for you.”

This sparked Felix’s interest slightly, and he moved to Hyunjin. Looking at the titles, he felt disappointed that they were simply written for training heirs like himself. “Thank you, hyung.”

“Don’t call me hyung…” Hyunjin said as he rubbed his arms uncomfortably. “Besides, I was just doing what Mother asked. No need to thank me.”

Felix was wary of his brother’s politeness, which had never before been so sincere from him. Hyunjin had always been a fun-loving, childish prince that never really cared for respecting anyone at all. Even besides that, the heir had several attempts at his life, and any one of his brothers or relatives could have hired the attackers so they might have a chance.

Hyunjin then took a breath. “Can I talk to you about something?”

Felix pressed his lips together hesitantly. His brother might be distracting him, or he could genuinely want to talk. The heir almost laughed at himself for thinking that way, even if it was reasonable. It felt so sad, that he could hardly bring himself to trust his own brother. As if to avoid that, he gestured for Hyunjin to sit at the window and speak.

“What is it?” Felix asked, trying to sound interested, when really he was anxious.

Hyunjin sat with his head low, and then bit his lip. “I’m really worried about Mother.”

Felix felt his chest tighten uneasily at the mention of the Queen. “Of course you’re worried.”

Hyunjin slumped more than he already was, a frown taking over his pink lips. “I already lost my own mother, Felix. It’s scary to think that yours might die, too.”

That’s right; Felix had forgotten that Minho, Jisung, and Hyunjin had lost their mother, the previous queen, at a very young age. He knew well that when the Royal council figured out she wasn’t from a high-status bloodline, they had her killed.

“We can keep hoping, though,” Felix offered, hardly believing his own words. “Just don’t forget about her.”

Hyunjin nodded slowly, staring at the floor. Suddenly he moved his hand to his face, sniffing.

“Are you crying?” Felix asked, a little panic in his voice. He didn’t know what to do, and didn’t really want to try.

Hyunjin looked out the window, uncovering his face and revealing the tears that were freely sliding down his cheeks. He blinked a few times and then looked at Felix. “Can I read with you?”

Mildly incredulous, Felix nodded. “You might not find it enjoyable, though.”

“It’s okay,” Hyunjin said, grabbing the book beside Felix. “Things are more fun with two people.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon and some of the evening reading back and forth. Felix thought it was strange that Hyunjin opening up about his worries brought them closer together, but he didn’t mind it because the day passed faster. And with that, Hyunjin left for bed.

Felix was alone again. Chan was home, Hyunjin was asleep, and any workers he would’ve seen out his window earlier had long since left for the day. He knew there were sentries standing directly outside his door, but everything felt still and unmovable as he stared at the ceiling. He lay in his bed, outside the blankets that felt too hot. His brain spun around with random thoughts he normally wouldn’t care about, but no matter what he did he couldn’t fall asleep.

“Ah, I’m tired,” he whispered to himself in the dark. Something shifted in his room and he immediately sat up in fear. “Is someone there?”

With the small amount of moonlight filtering in through the window, he could see the silhouette of a person. The light shimmered in their dark eyes, but nothing else was visible enough to pinpoint who it was. Felix opened his mouth to shout for the guards, but someone from behind him held his mouth and nose roughly. His breath wouldn’t leave his lungs, but at the same time nothing wanted to come in. He tried to keep his eyes on the one in front of him as they got closer.

And there it was, their entire face, visible. Felix became even more afraid when he realized he didn’t know them at all. He wouldn’t be able to do anything, anyway. The silhouette already had a knife poking the heir’s stomach.

“I’ll give you one chance,” the assassin whispered, hardly audible. “Answer quietly and calmly and I will leave peacefully. Shout and you’ll have stomach problems.”

Felix nodded against the hands covering his face, widening his eyes fearfully. He needed air anyway, so it was a win-win, right?

“Where is the Library of Secrets?”

The hands slowly left his face to let him answer, and Felix caught his breath desperately, making sure to stay quiet. He used the time to think of a logical answer to replace the real one floating around in his head. “It’s,” he gasped out quietly, and then thought better, shouting as loudly as he could.

The knife was immediately shoved into his stomach and he shouted a second time, this time in pain. The door opened and sentries came pouring in. But the two assassins had jumped out of the open window. The armored men rushed toward it, yelling to alert the patrol outside that there were two assassins there. Felix could do nothing but let a pair of sentries carry him down the halls, until he lost consciousness entirely.

Part 6

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