#so theses uh...get long....

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af;ljkasfdl;k thank you so much this wholly ran away from me so it got so much longer than i thought it'd be whoops

What the recently imprisoned "recruits" don't realize, is that although the dinner bell stands in the courtyard where they're being caged, it's ringing isn't for them. Caged animals are fed once a day at dawn. If they're lucky. Sybille knows this, and hangs back as frail and starving bodies rush towards the bars, pleading to the Chosen to give them some food.

She remains huddled in the corner of her private cage -- a "treat" from both Kit and Jacob that's both a blessing and a curse. Just how they wanted it. It's smaller than the others, an actual crate meant for a large dog. She doesn't have much room to move, but she doesn't need to share it. The only real problem with it is that she has no one to huddle for warmth with now that the weather is turning.

The Chosen all file orderly into the Veterans Center, but among the sea of red and black moving towards the intimidating brick edifice, a lone figure moves against the tide. Striding towards her cage with an air of authority and lunch-tray in hand is Kit.

The poor bastards in the larger cages nearly trample each other to get closer when they realize food is entering the yard. Their faces press against the bars and arms claw as they cry out for mercy. But Kit ignores them, her confident stride unbroken as if she doesn't even hear them. She stands before the door to Sybille's cage and crouches down, letting the tray rest on the ground.

A hearty venison stew steams enticingly in a bowl with a piece of bread and small salad on either side. Sybille's stomach cramps and growls loudly, but all she does is scowl at the other woman, fully expecting to be taunted by having her eat in front of her. Show her what she's missing.

But instead, she says, "It's going to snow tonight, Bunny." She stirs the stew with a plastic spoon, letting the aroma carry on the wind and making Sybille's mouth water. "Now, you can stay out here if you think that coat of yours will be enough," -- she scoops up some meat and carrots, showing off the meal before tipping the spoon and letting it fall back into the bowl -- "Or, if you promise to behave, not only will you get a hot meal, but you'll also get to sleep in a nice warm bed."

On cue, a particularly harsh wind comes cutting through the courtyard, causing her to shiver and huddle deeper in her leather jacket. It bites harshly at her cheeks and fingers and she can't hold back the full body shudder that violently rips through her. Damn her, Sybille thinks. Damn her and damn Jacob. She knows exactly what she's doing.

She flashes Sybille a toothy smile. "So, what'll it be?"

Her pride is perhaps the hardest thing she's ever had to swallow, and the two of them have had her eagerly choking on it time and time again. "I'll be good," she breathes desperately through chattering teeth. Please, I'll be so good, just don't leave me here.

Kit's smile widens. Fishing a key from her pockets, she unlocks the padlock securing the door of the cage shut. Sybille crawls towards her, right into her open arms, gratefully melting into the heat of her body as she allows Kit to half-carry her inside the Veterans Center. Her terrible and beautiful guardian angel bringing her to safety.

She doesn't feel a hint of remorse as she leaves behind the horde of prisoners begging to come inside too.

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frens I have found out I got adhd which makes sense cause so far I got all the nifty low dopamine/norepinephrine issues like low blood pressure, narcolepsy/hypersomnia and depression (it's a crazy wombo combo i'll tell ya that). I hope you all are doing well cause i miss talking to yall. I'm just extra busy dealing with my goofy ahh brain and nervous system. Heavy stuff coming to terms with it. Also trying not to quit my job and change careers completely. My brain's RAM is always maxing out :/

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Emergency Contact

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Frankie gets in trouble and this is the last time you're helping him. At least that's what you tell yourself.

Warnings: angst, smut, post break up, mentions of drug/alchol use/abuse, military ptsd, frankie on a downward spiral and needs to get his shit together, emotional smut because I had to, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, frankie is literally this emoji -> 🥺 the whole time

w/c: 6.8K

a/n: part of @iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0!!! I picked puppy eyes brown and my genre was angst with the prompt: "Tell me how to fix this." And guys listen. I literally never write angst I’m such a softy but I tried my best with this okay! and I obviously had to include some smut I just couldn't resist hehehe. Also thank u to my baby love @undrthelights for finding theses pics and for everything else you do :) enjoy!

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You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain.  But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath. “Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

The vibrations of your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you from a deep slumber, your heart is already pounding at the sudden noise, the rest of your body slow and sluggish as you try to gain your bearings. 

You paw for your phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen when you find it. A call from a number you don't recognize. You debate letting it go to voicemail but the area code is local and that makes you pick up, a raspy Hello? leaving your mouth as you roll over in bed, glancing at the clock. 

2:13 am.

The sound of your name crackles down the line, the immediately recognizable voice causing your heart to plummet to your ass.  

"Frankie?" You ask, sleep quickly leaving you as tension takes its place.

"...Yeah, sorry, I…I didn't know who else to call." His voice is frail and pinched.

You don't have to ask him what's wrong, your brain already piecing the puzzle together You've been in this exact position before. The anger is already starting to creep in, your brow furrowed and stomach twisting as a familiar rage blooms in your chest.

"You couldn't have called anyone else?"

You know the answer is no. The rest of the boys are on a mission, leaving him behind after he failed on his promise to stay clean for long enough to get cleared to go. And now, you’ve fallen victim to that decision too,being the only person left to call whenever he finds himself without a leg to stand on. Frankie in trouble, you bailing him out. Just like normal. 

"I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you I just..." he takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm at the station on Oak street. Can you maybe... pick me up?"

You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself and reign in the anger at the way he's gotten under your skin already.

"What did you do this time, Frankie?"

He's quiet for a second before he finally says, "DUI. And um, slightly resisting arrest? It’s uh, it’s my first one and I didn’t blow too high so they’re letting me go as long as I show up for court in a few days."

His voice is soft but you can hear him fighting back emotion, his voice cracking and straining under the pressure. the sound eliciting sympathy you desperately wish you didn't feel.

"Jesus, Frankie," you sigh, defeated already.

It shouldn't even faze you at this point. It should be expected given the path he's fallen down since his return home from their last mission 3 months ago. The Frankie you knew before he left had been a steady force. Protective, headstrong but soft in his demeanor, so sweet and full of love. The man now standing in his shoes still holds some traits of that Frankie, but they've all been scarred and tainted with his fall from grace.

Memories of the nights spent tucked in his bed, his arms around you, his hands buried in your hair come flooding back like they usually do. The sound of his laugh, the feel of the downy hairs on his forearm pressed against your skin and the steady thrum of his pulse under his jaw as you placed kisses against his neck. The words you would speak softly to one another in the early hours of the morning, secrets only shared with each other under the protection of black velvet night sky. 

All of it traded for bitter resentment and anger towards a version of the man that was ripped away from you.

When he was gone, you’d sleep in his shirts and on his pillow, clinging to the faded scent of his cologne as your brain conjured up ghost touches from his fingertips. Dreaming of the day that he'd come home, how he might touch you, and kiss you, the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. A reunion so deeply desired that the day after he returned was a sharp double edged sword - a blessing, and a curse. The Frankie that walked back in your life was broken, smothered with the weight of the innocent lives on his hands. 

Warmth and tenderness traded for stony silence. Nights now spent at the bar, warming himself up with vodka instead of your embrace. Fights ending in harsh words and raised voices as he stubbornly dug his heels in deep, too ashamed to admit he needed help. Staying out late with no warning and coming back at dawn smelling of smoke, weed, and liquor. You are always wondering where he went, who he was with, if he was safe, or if he’d found someone else to soothe the pain. 

Then the coke. An old habit that was kicked to the curb in his earlier years now back with a vengeance. Your ultimatum quickly following.

This or you.

A choice you prayed he'd be strong enough to make, but was clearly not.

And now here you are. Two months since you walked away, trying to convince yourself it was for the best. The majority of the last two months of his life is a mystery to you, which you've accepted is probably for the better. 

"I know," he finally replies. "I'm so sorry baby, you know I..."

You can almost hear the way his jaw snaps shut, three words catching on his tongue. You don't need to ask to know what the next words are. Tonight was not the first time he's tried to use them in a vain attempt to patch up a crack in the foundation of your crumbling relationship.

There’s nothing but silence on the line as a war wages within you. Part of you wants to believe that he’s the selfish, careless man that he’s recently proven himself to be. But your heart whispers in your ear a softer notion. He's scared. Fragile. Battered. Embarrassed. Alone.

With a heavy sigh, you run your hand down your face in a feeble attempt to wipe away some of the grogginess clinging to you.

"I'll be there in 20," you say.

There's a pause before he speaks, "Really?"

Always an air of disbelief.

"Yes. But this is the last time I'm doing this Frankie, I mean it,"

"I know, I... thank you."

You don't bother to reply, simply hanging up the phone as the heaviness of this final gesture sets in. The gravity of the situation, of the line you're about to cross, already threatening to consume you.

This will, without a shadow of a doubt, be the last time you show up to save Frankie’s ass. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself. Just like you told yourself the last time this happened and the time before that. But this time will be different. You'll set new boundaries. That's it, just ride this storm one final time and be done.

You know it’s a lie, one you desperately want to believe it.

___

He’s standing outside the doors of the small station, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising and dissipating in the still night air. He looks up as he hears the engine of your car approaching, the red glow of his cigarette temporarily highlighting the deep frown on his lips as he takes one last drag before he flicks the butt aside and heads your way.

The anxiety radiating off of him is tangible as he drops into the passenger's seat, gently shutting the door and peering at you with wide puppy dog eyes full of shame. You don't look at him, focusing on backing out of the parking spot before pulling onto the road.

He picks at the skin around his thumb and bounces his leg, his jaw tight. You wonder how long he’s been at the station. How long he’s been sober. You’re still not sure if he entirely is right now.

Most of the ride is silent save for the hum of your engine and the clicks of your turn signal. His eyes never leave you, he can feel him boring a hole in your profile, trying to catch your eye as you watch the road.

"What?" you finally snap.

"Nothing, just...I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight. I can sleep on the couch, I…I don’t really want to be alone right now" he speaks so softly it makes your stomach lurch.

"Absolutely not."

"Please? I'll leave early in the morning, by the time you wake up I'll be long gone."

The rage is back, glowing red hot in your chest, fingernails digging into the leather of the steering wheel, your knuckles white and tense. How fucking dare he ask. 

"Absolutely. Fucking. Not," your grit your teeth with each word, biting off the end of the sentence with a sharp finality.

"Right. Okay."

Silence takes over once again, your heart slamming against your chest, heat crawling up your neck as your cheeks grow red and damp. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. Absolutely not.

Frankie leans his head back against the headrest and rolls it to the side to watch you again. You can feel the disappointment radiating off him, hear him sniffling, his eyes, big and glassy, pleading when you glance over at him. 

It would be a lie to tell yourself that your “plan” isn't already halfway out the window as your jaw clenches and your gaze ping pongs between the road ahead and the man beside you. Deep in the darkness of your soul you know that with Frankie is where your comfort lies. It’s tucked in the space between his ribs, squished alongside his heart and lungs, running the length of his spine and settling between each vertebrae. You worry you may never be able to completely dislodge it, unsure if it would ever fit anywhere else in any other person.

Maybe it would be easier if Frankie didn't fill up the cracks in your heart with the fractured parts of his. If he didn't take up room in your brain that's not his to own, if he didn’t crawl under your skin and take root into your DNA. Now every cell in your body knows what it feels like to be next to him, now programmed to cry out for his presence when he isn’t near.

And it’s no different now. He’s here, looking so pathetic it’s almost laughable, staring at you with tears sliding down his cheeks that glisten in the glow of the headlights passing you by. Crying over something that’s entirely his fault. You should be the one crying right now. Not him. 

So you do. 

Hot angry tears spilling over your lash line. Though you can’t decide who you’re more upset with. The man who drank himself out of your life, or yourself for falling for him once again in spite of it all. Either way, it’s not enough to convince yourself to stay firm in your decision. 

Fucking pathetic. Both of you. 

“You’re out first thing in the morning and then I’m done Frankie. I fucking mean it this time, we can't keep doing this to each other."

“Okay. I promise baby, I will. First thing, I promise." He replies quietly. 

Your hand flinches with the urge to reach over and slap him for calling you baby. But instead, you clench your jaw and you shake your head at him.

"Don’t call me that, Frankie."

He quickly nods his head in understanding, his eyes again facing forward as he wipes away the wetness from his cheeks, watching the road the rest of the way to your house. 

—

Neither of you move once the car is parked in your driveway. The silence is heavy, cut only by the tick of the engine slowly cooling once you remove the keys from the ignition. You chance a look at him and find him picking at his thumb once more, his face red, his eyes soft and timid when they meet yours. 

“Tell me what happened, Frankie?” 

You ask even though you don’t really want to know. 

Frankie sucks in a breath and scrubs a hand down his face. 

"I got into a fight at the bar, got kicked out, made the dumb fucking decision to try and drive home and...now I'm here," he laughs mirthlessly as he waves his hands as a vague gesture to you, your house, his current situation. You can't tell if he's telling you the whole story, his answer simple and devoid of context. The context you’re sure wouldn't be good for you to know. 

“You could’ve killed someone, Frankie. yourself included,” you say after a few beats, your voice comes out sharp, frustration bleeding in each syllable.

He slowly nods as huffs out a breath.

"I know... it was stupid, and I was an idiot I...shit I was really careless and not thinking straight I’m sorry. I'm really sorry I-"

"I mean seriously Frankie,” you snap, cutting him off. “Do you ever, I mean ever, think about anyone but yourself? Or has it genuinely never crossed your mind that your shit might possibly affect the people around you?"

Frankie opens his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he's about to respond. You don’t give him a chance to. 

"How many more times are you going to take advantage of me, make me look like a fucking dumbass always showing up to rescue you? Why am I always the one covering for you, taking your crap, cleaning up your messes, only to have you throw it right back in my fucking face, every single time!"

Your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, chest heaving with each word that flies from your mouth. Two months worth of bitterness bubbling up from deep down, spilling over and cascading down your face in the form of frustrated tears.

"When did you become so fucking selfish, Francisco?!"

Hearing his full name fall from your lips spurs Frankie on, the last of his shards of resolve flying away as his walls come down.

"I don't fucking know okay?! I don't fucking know!" You flinch at the rise in his voice and his tone stings. But it's how quickly he follows up with a softer, feeble excuse that adds fuel to the fire, "I'm doing the best I can."

That does it for you. Hot searing molten rage pulses under the skin of your face, the tips of your ears hot with blood.

"Doing the best you can? The best you fucking can, Frankie? Fucking bullshit! Getting into bar fights, spending all your money on booze and blow, losing your fucking pilot license because you were too coked up to see straight? Was losing your driver's license just putting your best foot forward? Throwing your whole life away just because you refuse to get clean? Is that really the best you can do?"

You pause and swallow, giving Frankie a second to take it all in, letting him process the onslaught of scalding truths you've thrown at him, before you quietly continue,

"I can't keep doing this, Frankie. I just can't."

He sniffs and shakes his head in what appears to be defeat, his gaze fixed on his hands folded in his lap. 

“I know...fuck. I know I’ve fucked up alright? I know that. I just don't know how to fix this," he admits quietly, his wide eyes watching you helplessly. “Tell me how. Tell me how I can fix this. Please."

You bark out a laugh, sarcastic and cynical.

"Are you serious right now? What do you mean you don’t know what to do? How many times did I help you try to find a therapist, try to get you into a program? How many times did I suggest AA? Don't fucking tell me you don't know what to do because you do."

He nods, shifting around in the seat, sniffling yet again as he looks back at you. "Okay, okay. I get it, okay? But what can I do right now? To fix this at least for tonight?"

You sigh, deep and heavy, your entire body now just exhausted. You half wish he would put up more of a fight, call you a bitch, snap back at you for going off on him. Maybe it’d make it easier for you to let him go. But instead, he looks at you with desperate eyes and you can feel your resolve crumbling once again. 

"Just forget it, Frankie.”

But he won’t give up that easily. The man is persistent, you’ll give him that. 

"I'm serious. Tell me what I need to do right now to fix this. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?"

You stare back at him, jaw clenched, biting back the next words you were about to speak. They die on the edge of your tongue. You know the answer is.

Not a single damn thing.

"Look, I'll try harder, I fucking promise alright?” His tone becomes more frantic as your silence stretches on. “I’ll fucking try harder, please just...please," Frankie pleads, more tears welling in his eyes.

Your throat is tight, your head spinning and aching as your blood roars in your ears. He's already taken enough, stealing more would simply be the end of you. Giving in now would mean you've swallowed the bait, falling hook line and sinker into his trap, stepping back onto the slippery slope you've fought so hard to escape. And for what? More heartache, more bullshit excuses, more fighting, more pain?

But one glance into his wide-eyed, watery gaze and you know he's got you. Again. Faster than you can tell your mind no, your heart, foolish and hopeful, speaks for you instead.

"Lets just get some sleep, okay? It's late. We can...we can figure it out tomorrow."

"Thank you," he whispers immediately, relief coming off of him in waves. "I really mean it, I-thank you, I promise I’ll—“

“Can we not talk anymore Frankie? I just wanna go to sleep."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, let’s go."

There's nothing left to say, washing over the two of you as you make your way inside. You give him a towel and dig up some of his old clothes that live in the back of your closet from when he was here almost every night. You're back in bed before he’s done with his shower, tucked underneath the covers with your face pressed against your pillow, the silk fabric soaking up your tears of sadness and frustration.

The water shuts off and you can hear him getting settled in the living room. A pillow being fluffed, the creak of the couch when he sits. 

And then soft footsteps on the hardwood 5 minutes later, padding their way into your room.

He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t bother speaking either. He just simply creaks open the door and walks over to the other side of the bed, peeling back the covers before slipping into bed beside you. 

You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain. 

But then he’s against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath.

“Just one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."

You don’t have any fight left in you. Because at the end of the day, a night spent wrapped up in his arms, inhaling his scent, touching his skin and his beating heart is worth a thousand fights. And a million shattered dreams.

You don’t answer him, but you don’t tell him to leave either. Instead, you block out any looming thoughts, the impending worry of where this could go, or how bad the damage will be. For now, you chose to focus on the rise and fall of Frankie's breath against your skin, the way you fit so perfectly into his arms. 

One more night.

Frankie presses a kiss into the back of your neck, repeating his previous sentiment in a rough scratchy whisper, "Just one more."

And you listen to it resonate, bouncing around the walls in your head and tickling the space behind your eardrums.

Inhale

Exhale.

You should want to fight.

But instead, your body melts his, molding your bones and flesh against his, fitting into all the creases and gaps that have been carved out and reserved just for you.Trying to forget, to bury this pain as deep as possible,. Just for tonight. 

He waits a few more minutes, waiting until your breathing levels out with his before he makes his next move. His fingers trace mindless patterns on the skin of your stomach, goosebumps erupting under his fingertips, rippling outwards like a rock being tossed in a pond. He leans in once more, slowly dragging his nose up the length of your neck and curling his lip to press another kiss behind your ear. Then another.

And then another, this time lingering as he sucks softly on your skin.

Inhale.

You close your eyes, hoping for anything but this, yet feeling the sting of arousal spark below your skin.

And exhale. 

You’re better than this. You won’t stoop down to his level, you won’t let him chew you up and spit you out again.

But fuck, his lips are soft and warm, so is the breath as he exhales against your neck, lightly swiping his tongue and soothing the faint red mark he left behind with a small little hum.

“Frankie..." You warn, albeit much more breathless and weak than you would have liked. 

“Tell me to stop and I will," he murmurs, his beard gently grazing your sensitive skin, causing your toes to curl.

You take another deep breath, but this one is shaky, as you can't help but tighten your grip around his hand, squeezing his fingers as you lean your neck to the side, exposing more of your soft skin to him.

Dead in his trap. Caught so fucking easily. Pathetic.

But if his teeth and lips and tongue and soft, gentle touches are how you go down, then so fucking be it.

He hums his appreciation against your skin, scraping his teeth down to your shoulder, latching his mouth on a spot and sucking harder. Strong, callused fingers continue exploring, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to give him permission.

He rolls his hips forward against your ass and you bite your lip to stifle the whimper at how hard he is against you, his soft grunts in your ear traveling straight between your legs and fanning the flames building.

Then suddenly, he's sliding his hand up your shirt, squeezing your waist and traipsing over your chest until he’s cradling the weight of your breast in his palm, his thumb slowly brushing over your peaked nipple, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to moan out loud.

A small gasp escapes you instead, your fingernails digging into the back of his hand. 

"Frankie."

This time not a warning. It’s a plea. A desperate, burning want that you should be ashamed of. 

He murmurs into the shell of your ear then, his tone is deep and scratchy. 

“I miss you...I need you, baby. Just tell me to stop if you want. But I... fuck I miss you so much."

You don't tell him to stop.

You roll your hips back instinctively, a warm wave of arousal washing over you at the feeling Frankie's hardened length pressed firmly against your ass. He grunts in satisfaction as his palm slides from your chest and up your throat to your jaw. His grip is gentle as he turns your head to face him, his lips against yours without missing a beat. 

It’s too easy to fall right back into him, back into the practiced, very well rehearsed routine. To let him glide his tongue along the seam of your lips and coax them open so he can lick into your mouth, getting the taste of his tongue stuck behind your teeth. Too easy to let him remind you just how easily you fit in the palm of his hand, how tightly you’re wound around his finger. 

He kisses you fervently, desperately almost, lips and tongue moving against yours as though he’s trying to devour you whole, just like he used to. He’s been starving for too long.But right now, he's finally found nourishment, the feeling of your body under his hands and the taste of you on his tongue feeding his soul. Wanting more. Always more, entirely unable to help himself.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs, his mouth half a centimeter away from yours. “Let me make you feel good baby, please.”

As if you could say no.

As if you even wanted to.

He pushes his leg between yours, thick, firm muscle under warm skin pressing against your clothed core and you answer him with a roll of your hips, seeking out any sort of friction you can. 

It takes less than half a second for him to have you flipped over on your back. When Frankie truly wants something, he does it quickly and efficiently.

He moves above you, licking and kissing a trail down your neck. He makes his way down your body, greedily nipping at the skin stretched over your collarbones. He swirls his tongue over each nipple, only moving on when he’s satisfied. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your ribs and your tummy just above your navel, his beard tickling skin, making it twitch under his mouth. 

Your body is cooperating far more than it should, your hips lifting up instinctually when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, your thighs automatically parting further, and your hands migrating to his head. Your fingers tangle in his soft curl, your nails softly scratching his scalp just like you know he likes. 

And when his tongue drags up your thigh you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the reactive moan. But your back arches with pleasure anyway, the last bit of your resolve evaporating into thin air as you give into him freely.  

His hands burn hot where they smooth over your skin, a comforting weight and a familiar drag of calloused palms fueling the fire and tightening the coil in your stomach. 

“Missed you so much,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your pussy before you feel the first stroke of his flat tongue up through your center.

This time, you're not strong enough to hold back the breathless mewl that leaves your mouth. You immediately push down on his head while simultaneously canting your hips upward, needing more friction, dying for more of everything he's willing to offer. He slides his arms underneath you and hooks his hand over your hip bones, holding you down and keeping you in place as he tries to find salvation between your thighs.

Heavy breaths through his nose as he uses his mouth, lips and tongue working in tandem to take you apart. Lapping and sucking at your clit while his fingertips nudge at your entrance, dipping just enough to tease, waiting until he hears the high pitched whimpers that he's after.

And when you've reached that level of desperation he wants from you, whimpering and panting, he slowly dips a finger in.

He moans along with you as though he's the one experiencing the pleasure. He's always gotten off on this almost just as much as you. The warm, slick slide of his fingers in and out of you, how you gush on his tongue, your thighs trembling on either side of his head, the tingle of his scalp when you tug on his hair.

More addictive than any substance he's ever found solace in.

And against your better knowledge, you're more than happy to indulge him, let him chase the high you give him and let yourself drown in it as well.

Your back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, grunting into you and thrusting faster as you tighten and flutter around them. He finds the spot he's looking for with practiced ease, whimpering into you and groaning along with you as he drags his fingers back and forth along the spot that has you bucking your hips into his hand. 

He knows how to get you there. Knows how to do it fast. And right now, that's what he wants. He's craved it too long, spent far too many nights with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock your name on the tip of his tongue as he fucked up into his own hand. He wants to hear you fall apart again, feel you coming on his tongue, your walls clenching as they try to suck his fingers in deeper. Wantsto know that he hasn't ruined absolutely everything between the two of you.

"Come on baby, lemme feel you,” he urges, voice deep and rough as he brings you to the edge. His mouth, licking and sucking at your clit, works in perfect rhythm with his fingers, sliding in and out, crooking them at the exact angle and speed he knows will get you there. 

"Please, Frankie...need to– fuck, I'm..." Coherent words evade you as he works you towards your peak, your breath stuttering as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. Your grip tightens in his hair, tugging roughly in an effort to ground yourself as the wave of euphoria starts to crest, the undercurrent pulling you down. 

Frankie growls in approval as you tighten around his fingers, all your muscles tensing as the sensation crashes into you. Your mind and body shut off and float into that sweet state of oblivion as Frankie's name falls from your lips, mixed in with a litany of profanity and slurs and choked back moans. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down until you're yanking on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

Frankie raises his head up and locks eyes with you, the tip of his nose, beard, and cheeks shiny with your arousal as he looks up at you through his dark, heavy lidded lashes.

"Want you so bad," he sighs, breathless and needy, crawling up your body and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. He kisses you again, soft and sweet as if he has the right, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

You whimper into the kiss and hook a leg over his hip to pull his hips towards you. His cock strains almost painfully in his boxers when he grinds it against you, your warm arousal dampening the front of the fabric.

"Gonna let me baby?" He rasps when he moves to your neck, his teeth scraping sensitive flesh.

You both already know he's won. You're not even putting up a fight at this point, any dignity you thought you had left totally abandoned the moment you picked up the phone. But he asks anyway, needing the verbal affirmation, needing the confirmation that you want him as badly as he needs you.

And you can't lie.You're both equally weak and vulnerable. Two pathetic, heartbroken creatures chasing a temporary relief. A small glimmer of something to make the pain more bearable, something to fill the hole for the briefest amount of time.

You both know. And neither of you care.

No response to his question. Instead, you push up the hem of his shirt up and he does the rest, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor before he hooks a thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down his hips and off his legs.

Your hand finds his cock and he hisses at the contact, his hips shuddering as he pushes forward into your grip. You swear he's thicker and longer than before, heavier and hotter where you hold him. Your thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the pearls of pre cum around, coating the rest of his length to ease your glide. Frankie's mouth finds your neck again, tongue and lips tasting and teasing, his shaky breath in your ear.

You try to push up onto your elbows in an effort to roll him over, wanting to take over. But a palm finds your chest, gently pushing you back down until your flat against the bed again. 

"Wanna look at you," he says simply, as he pushes his length into the palm of your hand once more before sliding out. 

He lets his length rest against your sensitive clit and gently rocks his hips, slicking himself with the mess between your legs, sighing whenever you gasp each time his tip nudges at your clit.

"Please..." you whisper, feeling pathetic and needy, but at this point too desperate to care.

And he’s equally impatient, not waiting another moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. 

You tense at the initial intrusion, not having been with anyone in far too long and the feeling is almost overwhelming. You're trying to remember how to breathe again as you let your head fall to the side, trying to hide from his intense stare. But Frankie's there, using a gentle finger to tilt your face back up towards him as his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace to let you adjust.

"That's it baby. Look at me."

And you do, the heat in your belly burning brighter with his eyes boring into yours as he witnesses your surrender to him. Your heart aches, still raw and tender and in pain from all the hurt that's transpired. But you ignore it and tell yourself the tears in your eyes aren't a result of a broken heart, but rather of how full you feel as Frankie's length finally bottoms out in you.

"Fuck..." You both curse under your breath as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust before he starts to move his hips. You cling to his broad shoulders as he pulls out of you, his eyes glued to where you’re joined, his thick cock slick and shiny with your arousal before he slides back in again with a quiet groan. He repeats the motions over and over watching as he pulls out almost completely before pushing back in, stuffing you to the hilt.

"Shit,” he hisses under his breath, his eyelashes fluttering when you clench in response. “You feel so good baby, fuck."

He buries his face into your neck, panting and pressing soft kisses as his pace starts to speed up. The soft grunts in your ear turn into more desperate moans when you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him, trying to get him even deeper than he already is. 

Your fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life, hoping that you’ll leave half crescent moon shapes embedded into his flesh. A painful reminder for the morning that you were here and this was real, despite the circumstances.

His hands slide under your ass, angling it upwards to let him hit just that little bit deeper inside, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust. The muscles in his forearms flex and strain as he tries to hold back, always making sure you finish before he does. 

And he doesn't have to wait much longer. Your orgasm is creeping up and taking over your body and Frankie can sense it. He knows exactly what to look for, knows all the signs.

One hand moves to reach between the two of you two fingertips pressed against your pulsing clit, drawing fast, tight circles just like you like it. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, your nails digging into the skin and dragging down his back as his thrusts become more erratic. 

"Keep lookin' at me," he grunts and you struggle to keep your eyes open. They sting, the image of him above you starting to blur around the edges as he drives you closer and closer to your release.

"That's it, baby. Lemme see it, lemme see you come on my cock."

He doesn't have to tell you twice.

You come undone again just like that, dizziness spreading and heart hammering in your chest as you sob out, pleasure consuming you from within. He fucks you through it, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, as he curses and rambles in your ear about how he's missed this, how he's missed you.

You've barely started to come down when he grabs one of your legs behind your knee and pushes it into your chest, letting himself sink even deeper into you. The new angle has your head spinning, drowning in an unparalleled amount of pleasure. Your eyes flutter and roll back in your head as you whimper his name, fingers curling into the pillow above your head.

He doesn't last much longer, breathless moans and strangled whimpers into your neck as he gives you the last few sloppy thrusts. He's almost there, and when he tries to pull out, it's the way your leg tightens around his waste and your needy whine that sends him over the edge, groaning and cursing with his face in the crook of your neck as he spills himself into you.

His cock pulses inside you with every wave, his hips chasing his release, tiny jerks as he empties into you. He stills, his heavy breathing in your ear, his weight resting on you, heavy but grounding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

Once the room stops spinning and the stars clear from behind your eyes, you drop your legs. With a shaky sigh, Frankie starts to pull out, both of you groaning in protest as he slips out.

His cum leaks out of you, quickly pooling between your thighs no matter how hard you squeeze your legs together. And when he catches sight of it, it makes your face burn. At the mere sight of his sticky, warm release spilling out of you, mixing with your own, Frankie swears he could go another round right then. Something about knowing he marked his territory, his claim on you established once again. He looks up at you, your eyes closed, forehead creased, and he has to dig his nails into his palm to keep from dragging his fingers through the cum leaking out of you and pushing it back in, keeping it where it should be. 

But the weight of reality is starting to press on him once again, the fear and shame from earlier taking root again and tugging at his stomach and pulling him out of the euphoria.

He kisses your hip bone once before making his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. The room is silent as he cleans you up, wiping gently between your legs, both of you keeping your eyes on anything except each other's. 

When he's done, he stands and moves to gather his clothes off the floor, tugging his boxers back on before heading towards the door. But your shaky, watery voice breaks the silence and freezes him where he stands.

"You're leaving?" You ask, voice squeaking at the end as you pull the sheet up to cover yourself, as if it would protect your heart when he ultimately breaks it again.

He turns to look at you, his heart aching in his chest from the innocent way you're looking at him. The way your eyebrows draw together, and your lips pull into a frown, the way your lower lip trembles as your eyes fill with tears.

"Can I stay?"

His voice is quiet, fragile, as if speaking any louder would scare you off, would cause you to start yelling at him again until you ultimately kick him to the curb for good.

He stares at you through the darkness of the room as you chew on your lip and try to grapple with the split decision you’re facing.

The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to say no and end this right here and now. But that part of your brain is buried and silenced underneath the heaviness in your heart. That desperate need to hang onto whatever's left. You swallow the lump in your throat and give in.

"Please," you plead softly. "Don't...don't want to be alone anymore."

A rush of air leaves his lungs as the pressure is released from his chest as he climbs back into bed beside you. Your head finds his chest, curled into his side and letting his arms wrap around you. His embrace is familiar, comforting, your safe space.

You count the steady beats of his heart in your ear as his blunt fingernail scrape lightly up and down your back, knowing it always soothes you. No words are spoken but the air between the two of you is thick, full of the things you both want to say, but neither of you speak.

Sleep wraps its tendrils around you once again, exhaustion settling in your bones. You welcome it fully, even though you know when you wake up, you'll have to face the reality of the situation once again.

You can only hope that he'll still be here in the morning to face it with you.

For now, you let yourself drown in the warmth of his embrace, pushing away all the other things that are gnawing at you and letting yourself relax in the arms of the man who broke your heart.

Just one more night.

Thank you for reading!! :))

[thebestofoneshots]

IDEAS? I GOT YOU!!!

ok so this just came to me as I was reading your response but VAMPIRE READER MY BELOVED!!!!

Hear me out! Plot point I imagine:

It’s a full moon lily goes out to the forbidden forest (this could be before lily finds out about Remus being a werewolf or maybe she had to go get something and she’s only on the outskirts of the forest ) she’s trying to get what she needs quickly and efficiently as it is late and well forbidden. She hears something lurking around her but she can’t tell from which direction. Is it a deer? A bunny? Another person? She doesn’t really want to find out so instead she quickly and quietly decides to get the hell out of there but before she can successfully leave the forest MOONY JUMPS OUT! Lilly stumbles back before booking it in the other direction not thinking about anything besides “get the fuck away from the danger” moony is gaining fast but before he can catch her JAMES COMES TO THE THE RESCUE! he shoves moony aside and tries to keep moony away from lily. At first lily stares at the stag in shock because holy shit this giant stag just saved me but as moony tries to claw at her and the stag bellows (is that what it’s called?) she remembers her need to run and starts running again. But uh oh! Her ankle is twisted! So now she’s hobbling away as fast as she can cursing under her breath because she’s too smart to get herself into such a dumb situation like this!

Now there’s only so much James can do against moony by himself but he tries his damn hardest before moony gets out of his hold and starts chasing after Lily again this time with James hot on his tail. James yet again shoves moony aside and they tussle on the ground as lily is just inches away watching in horror as the stag who saved her gets throw into a tree. This is it she thinks. This is how I die. As the stag calls out a pained cry and as she closes her eyes accepting her early demise……nothing. Wait nothing? Quickly she opens her eyes to see someone in front of her. READER! Who in their right mind would fight a werewolf? How is this person fighting a werewolf bare handed? She stares up at this mystery person and can only see so much. because of the darkness theses not enough to she can conclude about this person but she can tell they went to hogwarts based on the clothes they’re wearing. As she continues to stare in shock she notices the person is holding the werewolf back by its jaw. Drool dripping down the persons arms. The stag is watching in shock or confusion? It’s hard to tell knowing he’s probably concussed.

The mystery person tells lily to run. She can see the persons canines and is appalled at how sharp they are. Are those fangs? She wonders. But before she can ask out loud they yell for her to run as they throw the werewolf back at least a couple feet and without a second thought she runs as fast as her sprained ankle can handle. Hearing grunts and growls in the distance. She runs as she hears screams. She runs until she reaches hogwarts. She runs until she reaches the gryfindor common room. She runs until she reaches her dorm room. She slides down the door and try’s to catch her breath closing her eyes until she ends up falling asleep against the door.

This was long and probably really shitty but hear me out. you can take this and make it like 10 times better it’d be amazing!

OK IM GONE!!! 🏃‍♀️

BRO I LOVE THIS!

AND it could totally be the beginning of the story as well. We could INTRODUCE the reader like this and start it with Lily's POV. I mean omniscient but focusing on her, and then from there build up until that point and the moment she sees the reader she can have a mini sexuality crisis bc HOW can this hot person do this?

But also, I kinda dig the idea that Remus would absolutely love the reader on a platonic kind of way because OMG there IS someone in the world that could actually fucking control Moony and they would become besties bc neither of them asked to be what they are and it'd be so freaking interested in exploring that side of the story as well.

AND since I AM writing vampires for the last Maraudween I feel like I'm actually going to have enough practice to be able to make this one happen ufff.

AND THE NAME?!?!? We could have a super meta name for the story bc Vampires are already super cool and did I mention to you guys I'm currently reading Dracula? I'm SOOOOO ready for this one!

[courtingchaos]

Rent the Space Inside My Mind

1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...

A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.

Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘

(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)

Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO

In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to. 

Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out. 

“Ed?”

It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with  buckshot later. 

He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.

Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life. 

“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?

Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?

Don’t start 

There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really. 

He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.  

“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion. 

“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow. 

“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“

“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells. 

“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms. 

You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now. 

“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”

Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?

It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps. 

“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.”  His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry. 

He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there. 

He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say. 

“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on. 

“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words. 

“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest. 

“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”

A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?” 

“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground. 

“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips. 

“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.

The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear. 

He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath. 

“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.” 

“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to. 

“God no, Eddie I-“

There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.” 

Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts. 

It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back. 

“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“

“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you. 

“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.” 

He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up. 

“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch. 

“Hello old friends.”

“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you. 

“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.” 

“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”

“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close. 

“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips. 

“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips. 

“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.

“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm. 

“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”

Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running. 

“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs. 

“What’s so funny, giggles?”

“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”

Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.  

“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups. 

“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.” 

“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you. 

“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways. 

“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“

“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”

You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.” 

That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics. 

“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get. 

“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still. 

“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways. 

“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”

“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders. 

“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too. 

“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder. 

“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you. 

“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh. 

“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?” 

“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered. 

“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”

“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him. 

“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before. 

“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief. 

“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark. 

“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game. 

“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice. 

“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place. 

“If your gonna make fun of me…”

“Absolutely not.” 

You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you. 

Payback

“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin. 

“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you. 

“Oh fuck.”

“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him. 

“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair. 

“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly. 

“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.” 

“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up. 

“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch. 

“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?” 

“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder. 

“You okay champ?” 

He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something. 

“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up.  He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper. 

“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed. 

“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile. 

“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer. 

“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.” 

Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake. 

“Are you always this cuddly?” 

“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets. 

“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to. 

It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon. 

Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going. 

“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit. 

“Seriously, where are you goin’?”

“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”

“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”

“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”

“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”

“You bitch about me?”

“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him. 

“Aww, he likes me?”

“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again. 

“Depends what you’re looking for.” 

“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”

“Oh that’s a big ask.”

“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you. 

“I can do that.”

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Home videos / Marvel Fanfic 📹

Summary: What if there was a bit of context? A small added perspective on the home video Tony watch of his father?

Timeline setting: Iron Man 2

Established uncle and nephew relationship: Tony Stark & Jason Underwood

Click theses two fanfics for more context on the stories referenced

-> Friends Over The Years

-> What If Jason Stay At Home Stark? (This fic started the AU Saga btw hehe 😉)

Note: This is the scene in Iron Man 2 where Tony looks at old footage and an deleted scene that was supposed to be in the movie 🎥

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The last 48 hours have been a bust. From long hour drives to the whole wisecracking donut incident downtown in Miami.

After a small load speech from Fury and the tiny reverse side of how things were left, it was time to settle things down.

Jason knew Tony needed some home videos to have a breather, older footage in the storage closet in the basement and some given to by SHIELD themselves.

It was late. The two sat down comfortably on the couch downtown as the projector played a couple of old moments from their past. From black and white to living grainy color.

It flipped across footage that showed Jason dancing with Peggy at a Christmas party to Tony’s first birthday where he smashed cake into his face. Even footage of Jarvis and Maria in the living room painting a wall.

Plenty of things to choose from as the two smiled softly at the small fragments of the past as the tapes just kept on rolling.

There was one snippet of footage that caught the blondes eye as he raised an eyebrow at the date. Not exactly remembering it being filmed as the tape began to play.

It wasn’t until he noticed the background Howard was set in, as he looked away realizing the office turned lab had furniture removed from the screen. It was a huge mess before with paperwork, toolboxes and items scattered around the flooring.

Tony seemed to noticed his facial expression changed and nodded, “What happened? You’re usually pointing out certain things..”

He paused the footage and glanced over at his nephew, “Don’t need to. Just, uh, before video was filmed, it seemed like it was two days after I left..”

“Hm? Sorry, context for the child here.”

He scoffed at that comment and added, “For more than a few days, me and your father didn’t even bother to speak to one another. We had a fight, it was harshly ended by pure shock and anger..you’re father said a few things and so did I involving the context of our current state.. and uh, things happened.”

“Oh, t-that doesn’t sound like you and dad.” Tony scoffed as it sounded like a light joke, “You were buddies.”

“Well we fought long and hard that night.”

“Where was i during all of this?”

“In your room playing with your infamous racetrack.”

“I loved that racetrack, one of the best gifts I ever gotten. Uh, was this the same week you left to go on a trip for work?”

“Yeah, I sorta half lied to you about the trip being just for work since you were only 7 and didn’t know any better. But me and your father needed a small break from each other.”

Tony snorted, “Oh god.”

“What?” Jason reply with a raised eyebrow.

“You sound like you and dad were dating or something with that statement. It’s weird. What was the fight about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Well, our friends and family but you were mentioned a couple of times. Your father turned into a huge workaholic and a jerk, which pissed me off. And well, I pissed him off because I was trying to reason with him to cut the crap and focus on the bigger things in life.”

“Me huh?”

“Tony.”

“What? I’m surprised I was mentioned in the conversation. But I get it! Dad was more a work now, play later—or in his case, never kinda guy. I uh..I’ll just let the footage speak for itself.”

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Tony pressed play as the projector kept the video rolling, he half glanced over at the footage since he was fumbling with an old notebook. Jason was laying down, turned sideways toward the screen listening to Howard talk.

He was introducing himself and Stark Industries as the camera tried to follow him. Howard was leaning against the table, looking over his shoulder and did a double take towards his young son, “Eh-Tony? What are you doing back there?”

It caused both young and older versions of him to face the man who said his name. Howard was telling Tony to put the item he had in his hand back where he got it from. All Jason could remember of a tiny Tony one afternoon telling him that dad seemed angry at him again as he hushed the boys worries. He shook his head at the thought, glancing at his nephew.

He watched the footage as Howard ushered his son off the screen and turning back to the camera man telling him a few things.

Tony looked at his uncle, “You sure you two had a fight? He doesn’t seem that annoyed.”

“It was two days ago after that fight he must’ve filmed this, so he could’ve just masked his anger and annoyance.” Jason tried to explain the best he could.

The footage skipped to a few other scenes of Howard having a small drink from talking nonsense to going off script. He wasn’t as focused, fumbling around with the trinkets on the table and blabbing onto the cameraman.

It was clearly being shown. The man was a bit of a mess.

Tony watched, noticing his father’s moments were similar to his own. He tends to blabber and ramble a lot, especially have his fingers fidget with something. Hell he was holding a old flip phone in his hand. He returned his eyes back to the old notebook with plenty of blank pages.

Jason took one the notebook’s from his lap, handing him the glass of ice cold soda, since he made a deal to cut down on daily drinks for the week. Sober him up a bit. He gave him a half smile in which he returned, glancing up at the footage.

Moments like this, it reminded him of Tony’s younger years where they watched old footage with his aunts and uncles on the couch. Just by the footage alone of Howard, there were flickers in his mind of the little boy who called him that same week he left asking when will he come back home.

Along with the thoughts of him in that very lab that Howard was standing in, where the fight broke out organically into a week long standing debate.

He knew it effected him not coming home after walking out of the house that week, because Howard didn’t expect for Jason to take that step. But he did.

Seeing Howard like this on the footage just spoke volumes itself.

He would never admit it but he was a fumbling mess, more than usual. Cracking lame jokes, pacing around the lab, muttering a couple of things and the way he glanced over at the door as if someone will magically appear.

As if Jason, Maria and or Elizabeth would magically appear to fix his issue and reset the clock for the time he wasted on footage. But neither one of them came, especially after it was clearly said by Howard to his friend to ‘Get out!’ before the blonde left.

It was as if Howard got reminded of those flashbacks from their fight and flipped the scripture of the video. As if he admitted to his mistakes and let the words Jason told him start to set into motion.

He said, “Tony. You’re too young to understand this right now, so I thought I would put it on film for you…I built this for you.”

All of that got Tony’s full attention, leaning into the edge of his seat, glancing between his uncle and father. It was as if the words hit home where Tony didn’t know they had to be.

Howard continued leaning against the table, “..and someday you’ll realize that it represents something a lot more than just people’s inventions. It represents my life’s work. This is the key to the future…I did not understand it at the time of building this but it is..”

The footage cut up a few small scale models of Stark Industries and The Expo as his voiceover was clear as day. He said he was limited by the technology of his time, which was very true, but knowing one day Tony will figure it out.

Because Tony shares a fraction of his father’s mind and his mother’s heart, in result he knows he will change the world. Tony was silent hearing this, glancing over at his uncle once again who softly smiled watching the tape as if it the message was very much becoming clear to Tony.

The fight he mentioned earlier that heavily mentioned him. Because a part of them knew his path would lead him somewhere they couldn’t imagine but fought onto wanting to share the knowledge with him.

Howard wasn’t sure if he was ready yet to know it all but Jason somehow was just making sure he got to spend time with him.

Howard spoke again facing the camera in all seriousness and smiles longingly, as a place of love came the next few words. He said, “What is and always will be, my greatest creation..is you.”

Jason softly nodded, blinking because his last breath to Howard before he walked out of the house was that Tony is his greatest creation.

His connections to his family and friends are the greatest creations he ever built, his legacy people will be talking about in his future.

“..he never told me about this..” The blonde muttered with a soft grin and nodded, “Not even after we made up..”

Tony looked at him with a gentle smile, “Really?”

“No. It never came up. That stinking idiot..but I’m actually kinda glad I never found out til now.”

“I didn’t know about this footage, period. I always thought dad was disappointed in me and just wanted me to stay away from his work..”

This time he met Tony’s eyes and chuckled, “Well to be fair, you were young and we were all kinda scared you would get hurt in the lab. Especially your aunt. But he wasn’t ever disappointed in you or wanted you to stay strictly away from it.”

“Yeah..?” Tony replies come out as a mere soft mutter.

“Yeah, he knew one day you’ll figure it out, understand why he did it to keep you as safe as possible. Let’s be real here, this lab always tends to be a bit of a fire hazard.”

“Tell me about. It’s why I have Dummy carry around a fire extinguisher.”

Both men chuckled and even snorted loudly at that comment.

Jason chuckled and sighed, “Exactly, there was always a part of him that wanted to share this work with you since before you were born but knew he had to wait or Lizzie would kill him.”

“Oh I know!” Tony replied with a smiled, “Mom and aunt Peg would’ve been furious too, if I was down there unsupervised or worse. I get it now cause I’m a adult but still. It bothered me.”

“And you have every right to feel that way.”

“Sometimes it felt like dad and I weren’t always on the same page either. He was a pain in the ass at time and sometimes I don’t know..”

“Yeah, we both know Howard wasn’t the best at showering people with grand affection but he did it his own way weather he showed it or not..”

“Dad never specified in saying ‘I love you’, he always just crack a joke about something or ruffle my hair and give me a nice squeeze..”

“He has always been like that with everyone.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! He had his ways of tell something he cared for them. Like letting Jarvis and his wife stay at one of his houses, getting Peggy a new dress or your mother her favorite pair of pearl earrings.”

Tony smiled hearing that and nodded, “Or buying me a new toy! Now that sounds like something he would do. Hell I think I would do that for Pepper and my kids.”

“You see? He did care in his own way.” Jason added, “But he did love you, bubba. And he knew you would do something bigger with your life.”

The two kept talking, not realizing the footage kept running.

Tony grinned mid chat and glanced at the screen, noticing his father carrying his kid self in his arms affectionally rocking him back and forth a little, as he spoke to the camera. Patting his back as his small face was turned away from the camera in his pjs.

It seemed like he couldn’t fall asleep and went rushing to his father for comfort. His dad seemed more comfortable, having removed his suit jacket from earlier and stayed in a white button down and a loose tie.

He turned up the volume a bit to watch him in mid speech, leaning forward with a small smile.

“You’re the future.” Howard said, pointing to the camera then returned his hand onto to the son’s back rubbing small circles, “..you know i created so much in my lifetime. But you know what I’m most proud of? You. My son.”

Tony stayed silent looking down with a soft smile, glancing back at Jason who nodded watching the footage. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it once again.

Howard continued with a small grin, resting his head against Tony’s in a comforting way and said, “I know it said it already but you are my greatest inspiration and my greatest creation...don’t let your uncle hear this or he will know I sorta screwed up and that he was right..we both were about this. I just didn’t let it register in my brain yet that instead of just showing you everything, I gotta let you explore it as well. Come down to the lab more often than not and see what you can do..”

You can still tell that Howard was trying his best to format his wording where it makes sense and doesn’t sound like he’s rambling too much. Like he was figuring out the best way to say everything on his mind and the effort was clearly there.

Jason held back a chuckle at hearing that last part about himself and nodded, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Tony. His nephew smiled and shook his head hearing his father taking in everything he meant and more.

The man fell silent in a moment as if wanting the words to sink in. Howard nodded with a half smile and added, “I love you.” He glanced over at his son falling back asleep on his shoulder nodding, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

With that Howard walked off screen and the camera cut to black.

Tony blinked watching the vision of screen and the words that came out of his father’s own mouth. He wondered for a second if heard him correctly. Maybe he was wrong? His dad really did love people and his uncle was right that he has his own ways of showing it?

He was silent. He sinked back into his chair and took another sip of his drink, letting the whole footage register in his own head.

Have everything wrap around his own head all at once. It still didn’t all stay trapped in his head the words he just heard.

Then a small smile appeared on his lips as he murmured softly, “W-wow.”

Jason seemed to share the same sentiment as he scoffed, “Yeah. So, how are we feeling?”

“Sorta satisfied, if that makes sense?”

“That’s the way i would put it.”

“I didn’t know about this. A-are you sure you didn’t have knowledge about this video?”

“Nope. Just as surprised as you are.”

Jason just chuckled at that comment as Tony snickered. It was understandable how he didn’t know about the old footage and if he had to be honest, neither did he.

Maybe there was a reason why they both found the footage this time around?

Maybe it wasn’t random but yet fate cause there was a chance of something happening in their future?

Maybe there is something left behind in the past that was coming their way?

The two just had to wait and see.

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Ah that is all folks! Pls tell me know what you think 💭

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[almond-t0fu]

"1 hour huh? Ok then miss assistant, l have something to talk about."

First part

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"y/n right?"

"uh yeah?"

Did that sound more like question? Oh i hope it didn't

Honestly you were scared af right now. Yumi didn't even look like the Yumi you knew.

Right now you were at her home, in her room, sitting in her chair and drinking the tea she brewed.

Is this poisioned?

Probably not, but the way she was behaving right now you would have some doubts.

You both have been in the same position for like 30 minutes. 15 minutes of sitting and avoiding looking at eachother and 15 minutes for tea. During this, no words were spoken between you two.

"Osamu is pretty charming isn't he?"

"...he is, i think" you didn't know if you should've agreed or disagreed. She was smiling and was looking at her tea while swirling the cup.

"he's charming, attractive, funny and..." She looked at you, "he's mine and mine only" that smile turned into a smirk.

You still didn't know how to react to this. Like always, you were confused as hell. Yumi stood up from her chair walked to her window.

"you see me and Osamu met eachother at the age of 14. Everyone around me said that we matched very well and i thought the exact same too. Then Chuuya came in the picture and we were the best trio anyone could imagine. Of course i felt amazing with all the attention i was getting, who wouldn't? But then Osamu found you, things changed after you came" you could she her grip tightening on the railing.

"Y/n, when i first saw you entering the office with Osamu, i was very angry. Why was Osamu coming here with another girl? Why was he holding her hand? Who is she? A lot of thoughts similar to these came to my mind. Theses thoughts stayed for a lot of days and i could say that younger me despised seeing you"

what?

Now your whole body was definitely shaking. You were beyond shocked, "you despised me?"

"yes y/n, i despised you and i still do. I hate people who don't know their place and you are definitely one of those people. I kept quiet for so long and acted nicely infront of you because i thought you would stay away from him by looking at our relationship but when i saw you two talking and laughing yesterday, i couldn't control myself" She was right now infront of you, holding your chin in a very harsh manner.

What she saw yesterday was true but there was something she didn't know. Yes, you and Dazai were talking and laughing, it was about Yumi's upcoming birthday and the gift Chuuya and him brought. It was completely a normal conversation.

"M-miss please let me explain-" she stopped holding your chin and wiped her hand with a tissue. "I don't need your explanation because there's nothing to explain here, stay away from Osamu"

She called a guard and told him to take you back. You did nothing but follow the guard.

He asked whether you would go back to the port mafia or your home since it was pretty late now. You told him you would like to go back to your home and quickly showed your address.

You didn't know when you reached your small home. The conversation you had with Yumi made you feel like the bad person in the story but you knew that was wrong and you were clearly innocent.

You tried to get your mind off these stuff and just take a shower.

That's when you realised...Dazai had reached the pm hours ago. You never told him that you would be absent from the office and you also remembered you left your phone on your desk....

I'm fucked

(hello guys^^

this is a continuation to the last fic idea. Here y/n finally finds out what type of a person Yumi is. I hope y'all would hate her too :D

At first it would feel like Y/n is just a side character or the narrator of the story who has some interection with the characters but after this things would get more interesting

Again I'm not a writer and also a person whose first language is not English so if someone finds this interesting and want to rewrite it with their own twist then they can definitely do it, just don't forget to mention me :)

Im gonna write hcs on my next post and it would be mostly about Dazai and y/n's boss-assistant relationship.

I have 2 more different fic ideas but I'll probably post them after this idea is fully posted,

Anyways i hope you have a great day/night.

Byee<33)

[jackiequick]

Los Bandoleros | Fast and Furious Au Fic 🇩🇴

- Get to know Val Toretto -> click here 📚

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Timeline: After Fast & Furious (2001). Take place between 2 Fast 2 Furious (2003) & Fast and Furious (2009).

Characters shown/mentioned: Dom Toretto, Valentina Toretto, Mia Toretto, Letty Ortz, Han Lue, Soffi Sasaki, Leon and etc.

Pairing: Pre!Deckard Shaw x Valentina Toretto, Dominic Toretto x Letty Ortiz, Han Lue x Soffi Sasaki

Summary: Ever wonder how more about our leading lady and how Valentina ‘Val’ Toretto, met two members of the Fast Family? Take a look.

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It was midway through the day, the streets were roughly empty expect for a few cars. It was Friday, so people were out at work. That resulted in children playing the streets with their mother’s watching them, some people on motorcycles, and the sound of music being played all across town. It was a somewhat cloudy day, so it wasn’t too bad but the weather was high and very humid.

Santos was chatting around town, greeting everyone taking his sweet time reaching the market. Val was waiting for him, since she went to shop for food as he left to buy beer. Finally he arrived with a sly smile.

“Sorry. The line was long?” Santos apologies taking her hand walking down the street with her.

“Line? Que line? No—you were talking.” Val remarked chuckling holding the bags of green plantains.

“If Tia is mad, I’m blaming you.”

“Alright, vamos! Hablas demasiado.”

Val gasp laughing slapping him his shoulder as Santos laughed. Soon enough they arrived at the house, they handed the food and beer over to Tia, Issy and Jessica.

Meanwhile at the airport, Han walked out holding his girlfriend, Sofi, hand looking around the the place. The two chatted gazing the place until someone called out their names, a escort for them, welcoming them to Dominican Republic as Anthony Santos played inside the car.

—-

When they arrived, Dom was fixing a car with two kids nearby him, grounded again. Han decided to take a complain about the heat in which Dom scoffed at how he’s already complaining. Even said why couldn’t they stay at a hotel. Sofi was waving a hand in front of herself feeling the heat calm down on her as well. Of course it’s hot here with no air conditioning around to cool them off, only the richer ones ordered one. So suck it up Han.

Val was outside hand washing some clothes with Issy talking. Santos left to find Dom at that point, pointing out the two newbies who have arrived. But like anything, the word got around as the kids whispered about newbies catching Issy’s attention.

Issy nudged with a smirk, “¿De qué están hablando estos niños? ¿Hay dos chinos aquí?”

“Son algunos amigos que Dom invitó.” Val repiled shrugging with a simple smile.

Issy leaned back eyeing the short hair girl turning back to her friend, “La chica, sin embargo, es flaca.”

Val cringe for a second before looking at the girl for herself and hissed, “No te preocupes. Un poco de moro de habichuelas, carne de cerdo y plátanos arreglará eso.”

Issy chuckling nodding in a agreement, “Pero ella es bonita!”

“Muy bonita!” Val repiled nodding with a smile, but before she can say anything else she caught one of the kids before running into the kitchen, “Hey! No, sal de ahí!”

She picked up the kid, Antonio, holding his hand walking him over to where the others were. She sighs, “I swear theses kids never learn..go play or something.”

Sofi was walking around carrying her bad over her shoulder stumbling into the path and asked, “Um eh-crap. Hola? Sorry Spanish, isn’t my first language..”

Val was waving off Antonio to go play and turned to face girl with a chuckle, “Uh hey. Is there anything i can do for you?”

“Oh thank god you speak English…your English is not bad.”

“Uh thanks? Born in a America, the states, but some spend time here.”

“Oh that’s cool! So um you know Dom then?”

“I know him. He’s my brother. Hi, Val Toretto.”

She hold out a hand and the other girl shaked it.

Sofi stood there awkwardly for a moment and half smiled softly, “Hm Soffi Sasaki, nice to meet you. One question..”

“Shoot.” Val replied walking back over to the yard, motioning for her to obviously follow her, stopping herself from rolling her eyes.

“Why is it so hot here? Couldn’t we uh..stay at a hotel or something?”

“Hotel?! I-muchacha you’re kidding right?”

“What? Did i say something wrong?”

“It’s hot here, embrace it! Dominican Republic is hot almost every day.”

“Um okay, I’ll try. Um w-what did you call me earlier ‘much..cha’?”

“Oh, muchacha! It means women, girl, lady. All the stuff.”

“Isn’t it señora..?”

“Well yeah we use that too, but different country equals different slang.”

“H-how long have you lived here?”

“Uh 7 years or so? Maybe less..”

“Oh um..wow. You know the land then?”

“Yeah sorta. My brother is the one who moves around more than i do.”

“You’re Spanish is good..”

“You can thank my friends for that one.”

The girls kept talking as they entered the kitchen, Valentina automatically started to put Soffi to work, Tia’s orders to at least do something. They asked if they had guys in their lives, work, stuff they liked to do, clothes, daily lives and etc. Val even teases Soffi calling Han, who she met earlier from Dom introducing him to the group, girlfriend and boyfriend. Soffi blushes brightly and asked if she was dating anyone to get a rise from her, Val shake her head ‘no’.

Thankfully food was served, everyone sat down a table chatting and smiling, cracking a few jokes. Antonio’s older brother Micheal took a bite, in which Jessica slapped his hand and reminded him of Dom’s rule. First bite, you gotta say grace. Later on, Dom explained the plan to them, break out an old friend from jail.

————

It took some work and breaking a few bylaws to do, especially from Val opening a gate with pliers to do so. Once it was done, Leo was out of prison as they all scurried into a old school bar for a quick refresher and to grab Letty. Han was being flirted with by a short, curvy woman with wide freeing curly hair, named Cara.

Val was drinking a Mamajuana as she noticed the conversation and then tossed Soffi a presidente, who catch it quickly examining the alcohol in her hand.

She hesitated to drink and glanced at the girl, “Um, i don’t know..”

“It’s fine, just one bottle. I’m usually not a huge drinker but weeks like this and a simple prison break, you deserve it.” Val explained.

“Um, okay i’ll drink to that. You seem rather confident Valentina.”

“Just Val, please.”

“Okay Val. How did you end up here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Living like this. I’m just from Tokyo and a simple street racer. How did you end up like this?”

Val hesitated for a second, that was a first time Soffi saw her that way. From the moment she was introduced to her, 49 hours ago, she saw a confident and cool young women. Since Val greeted Soffi, all she did was eye her and asked her some questions every once in a while. Cracking a joke or sipping her drink, meeting people and watching everyone who walked by.

But hesitation was a bit of a surprise. Soffi thought she overstepped saying that, rarely knowing anything about this girl and asking that question made her go quiet for a second. But before she can say anything Val distracted her and said, “Oh hey isn’t that Han with Cara?”

“Huh? Who?” Soffi asked, looking over her shoulder noticing the sight herself, “Ohh…that’s okay.”

“Isn’t he your boyfriend? Go dance with him or Cara might.”

“It’s fine. Han won’t do that.”

“Soffi. It’s a party, everyone is a little tipsy and having fun, go for it.”

The short haired girl knew that something was happening that she switched the conversation on her, since Val practically pushed her into Han’s direction. Soffi stumbled over to Han holding her beer bottle with a smile, looking over to see Val was already gone leading two guys across the bar.

She sighed, soon changing gears asking Han to dance with her, he happily walked over to the floor, leaving Cara to chat with the bartender instead. On the other side of the bar, Val was chatting with the two guys with a smile siping her beer as she noticed Dom was having his own fun on the couch.

That was until Letty showed up with a smirk, winking at Val.

She gave her a smile hug smirking and asked, “Where is he?”

“Where do you think?” Val replied motions her over to the girls on the couch with Dom, smirking back.

“Incredible. All I had to do is follow the smell of Skanks.”

“Ain’t that hard to track him down.”

“Or you! Took me hours to track your ass down to this side of the D.R.”

“Hey, i just follow his lead. And the food is always good.”

“Yeah, whatever. Meet you outside in 10?”

“You know it.”

Letty kisses her cheek, waving goodbye not before glaring at the guys who Val was talking to a minute again. As she was off to grab Dom away from the party, holding a duffel bag with a smirk hiding behind a simple glare. Soffi was dancing with Han noticing Dom and Letty walking out confused as to who she was, but didn’t bother to ask since Han was twirling her around in glee. Her laughter could be heard, as Han smiled brightly.

———

The next day, Val woke up in a small hotel room nearby the building that held last nights party, looking over the nightstand to see a note from Dom saying ‘Gone out with Letty to the beach. Enjoy yourself. Love, Dom’. She rolled her eyes chuckling, not surprised he went out to take his women on a daytime trip to the lower countryside. That left Val to have a day all to herself.

So she headed out to do her usual routine. After breakfast she would make her way downtown to the market, greeting people, looking at the price tags to motorcycles as she catching a ride on the back of a pickup truck with a bunch of other people and so much more. Stop and stare at the plenty of music being played from across the streets, as some guys would catcall her out loud or even make kissy faces, Val would just roll her eyes groaning in disbelief. Sometimes she will laugh at them though.

Usually Val tends to do things with others of the family and friends she was happily provided with. But over the last few years, she didn’t get to see much of them. With her sister living in the states, the death of a friend while the others just drifted away with time, Dom finding himself with jobs to do, Letty always heading out and the list goes on. Yeah sure, she’s open to plenty of stuff to do, but sometimes she can get a bit lonely and decided that, it isn’t so bad to be by herself. It hurts sometimes, however sometimes she rather just get herself into trouble on her own.

Come lunchtime, she would head over Tia’s place for some food. But today, she decided to treat herself to a simple restaurant for some salami, queso frito, arroz blanco with eggs and tostones. Sound like a lot of food but she’s hungry and it’a delicious according to the waitress who served her, when she asked for a mixture of recommendations. So Val decided to mix it up and eat that whole plate. Of course she had a soda and water to go with it.

She snapped out of her thoughts realizing the time, rushing out of the restaurant thanking the waitress for the delicious meal and drinks, heading over to Tia’s to help out with anything and just chat with Issy. That same afternoon, around 5:00pm, Val found herself walking along the sidewalk landing towards the beaches of the Dominican Republic.

It’s one of the many things she adored about the country. The sun hits just right in the afternoon, the waves are calm on most days, the water was so fresh and cold that it can practically heal your skin’s texture to becoming softer, people always come with their partners and family and or something they come alone to relax. Not just that, nearby the beach there were places to sit, eat and drink if you like. Music would play as the corners of the beach, it felt like Paradise to her.

Today she brought a chair, her bag and ordered a coconut to be sliced open as she drank it without a straw. She removed her t-shit to reveal a deep red bikini top, rising back her black $1 dollar sunglasses she stole got from a random store 5 years ago with a smile, only to drop downs the sunglasses as she heard voices.

“Co—” Val stopped herself from saying that bad word out loud knowing there are children, seeing the people who spoke, “-i mean. Hi.”

It was Soffi again wearing a blue dress, it appears like Han left to grab extra chairs or something. “Hey!” She replied with a smile, “I um didn’t think to see you here.”

“Nope. Me either. Why?”

“Cara and Leo recommended this beach and we decided why not.”

“Of course they did..”

“You don’t seem too excited to see us?”

Val eyes widen sheepishly putting her coconut onto her lap and exclaimed, “Oh no—i mean i am. I just wanted some time to myself i guess?”

“You sure? Um-uh we can leave if you like. I’m getting the feeling this isn’t about right now.” Soffi replied taking a seat next to her, pushing back her bangs.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you okay? I must’ve said something wrong last night or whatever to pull you away..If i did, I’m so sorry.”

“Mm hm, okay. Look Soffi, I’m fine. And uh, about what you said last night. I don’t remember.”

“Lies..”

“What?”

“You’re lying. You pushed me towards my boyfriend last night instead of answering my questions.”

“Because Cara was flirting and questioning Han. If i had a boyfriend, i would’ve examine that situation!”

“He’s my boyfriend, i can handle it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Soffi got annoyed and Val got defensive. She walked away, over to the bar to get another coconut as Han returned eating nuts, asking if she was okay. She lied, saying to go check on his girlfriend. Han stopped her, saying that whatever happened last night to try and let it out or talk about with somebody.

Val just scoffed walking away, looking at the bartender to another coconut and rolled her eyes at the man who eyeing her. She rather not have any of that today, not in the mood.

She wouldn’t mind meeting somebody on the beach and start a romantic getaway with them for a weekend, hang out with family and friends like she used to and stop the running across the country. But it’s not possible. At least, not yet.

Originally it was supposed to be a less than few weeks in the Dominican Republic to spend time with Dom and return home to be around Mia. However after returning every once in a while to the country, theses weeks turned into months. Now it resulted in 7 years of living conditions and travels, being underground without being seen from anyone that worked in the U.S. or return to the states for long. Don’t get Valentina wrong, she loves it here.

But sometimes get it’s a little lonely and harder with the heist they have to pull off soon. And she can’t imagine going back to the states either. Her life was there, a lost time to make up for, but a life. Sometimes she feels like it was her fault, but she can’t just blame herself or trade it for the world. Her family choose this life or the life choose her and the issues that followed behind it. But still it stinks a bit sometimes.

Somebody tapped her shoulder, Val hissed yelling, “Han i said i was fine! Or if that guys from the bar—” she pauses seeing it was Soffi again sighing, “—yes?”

“You don’t have to give me attitude you know?” Soffi barked at her the girl and rubbed her face from the heat, “I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”

“Why? We barley know each other. We just met yesterday.”

“You are mad, i see that. But Val, look I overstepped last night or something. I’m sorry. If that, you were asking me questions i just wanted to ask you some.”

“Gotcha.”

“It’s only fair.”

“Look Sof, i don’t make friends as easily as possible. And I’m sorry i was rude. But I’m not in the mood to talk about my feelings right now.”

“…okay. What do you want to talk about?”

“Uh, I don’t know. What do you got?”

“Well, I don’t know actually.”

“Oh god..”

Val can already tell this girl was a piece of work, getting on her nerves and giving rising her temper a bit. But a part of her kinda liked that, somebody who can annoyed the shit out of her and push her buttons a bit, even if it makes her wanna punch a wall. She reminded her Vince, with being able to annoy her sometimes.

“You wanna something about me huh?” Val said with her arms across.

“Y-yeah? I guess, tell me anything.” Soffi replied with a smile.

“I hate a huge ass pushover, someone who doesn’t always think for themselves. They need a little confidence.”

“W-what if they don’t have a confidence? You hate them then?”

“Not exactly. Because eventually when you roll with Dom’s crew you grow to have some confidence and speak up when you like. Get your point across.”

“Okay um..sounds like you speak from experience? Were you—are you a pushover?”

“I can be a bit of a pushover depending on the person calling the shots but usually, i try to say something if I’m feeling pissed off.”

“Note to self, don’t piss you off?”

“Like i said, depends on the person. Another thing, I’m human, so i get sensitive about certain topics.”

“Me too. I mean, everyone can get sensitive right?”

“Yeah, what do you want to know about me?”

—-

Soffi wanted to ask the question from last night, ‘How did you end up like this?’ Or ‘How did you end up here?’ But she guessed that it might accidentally scare her off or something again.

So Soffi decided on another question and asked, “So, do you have a boyfriend or uh, girlfriend?”

“Um no boyfriend. And I don’t swing that other way either.” She replied sipping her coconut.

“Oh um okay. Sorry I didn’t know. Why though? You are smart, way more confident than i am and very pretty—”

“I’mma stop you right there, girl. Thanks for the compliment but you’re pushing it. No offense.”

“Sorry, but it’s true.”

“Uh, sweetheart, who’s the one with the boyfriend here? Me or you?”

“Me?”

“Exactly.”

“So? I’m just saying—”

“I know but you’re making yourself sound smaller when you clearly don’t need to be. You’re pretty and you’re pushing the line here.”

“But why don’t have a boyfriend?”

“Just haven’t found the right one yet. I mean, i went on date or two before but..”

“But what?”

“But they weren’t just right.”

“So you never had a boyfriend before?”

“Oh i did, his name was Leon. First relationship I ever had and Dom approved of him thankfully.”

“What happened?”

“We moved on. It was short lived relationship, but stayed friends. How about you and Han?”

“It was love at first sight.”

The girls smiled.

Val joked with a laugh, “Oh nahhh! Of course it was. Booo.”

“What?” Soffi said with a smile, “It’s true! We saw each other at a race and I fell for him.”

“Of course. Ain’t surprised.”

“Don’t believe in love?”

“Ah well, I know it exist due to my brother and you being in love. But I don’t think it’s for everyone.”

“Alright fair.”

Val smirked, “Alright, five bucks. If my next relationship turns out well, you get five dollars.”

“But it has to actually be love.” Soffi said with a hint of a smirk on her face, “Then I get the five dollars.”

“Hmm, you ain’t never getting those dollars then.”

“We’ll see about that.”

The girls smiled, returning back to the beach to find Han eating his fruits waiting for them with a smile. To day Valentina Toretto met two friends that week an understatement, they would become part of the huge team they would create soon. A family.

Also, little did she know in a few long years Soffi will be getting a solid five dollars, after years of trying to find Valentina a boyfriend.

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Thank you so much for reading a twist on a underrated movie of the series. I hope you enjoyed it. Please like, comment & share!

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Genderbend Villainous Disney Princesses x Yandere reader

Chapter 4 uh...Hi

It was another day, another gloomy Autumn morning now normally (y/n) would sleep in on days like this but she had to get some work done in her treehouse. Some wood was molding and the ceiling was falling apart. 'That part will fall apart if I'm not careful' you thought to yourself while you get you tools. Your home is big beautiful treehouse you've been taking care of it for years it's your only home and the only place you know. Grabbing your chainsaw you step out to cut the nearest log until you notice something strange their was a shadows in a distance. They were slowly getting closer you quickly put on your goggles and moved the chainsaw in defense position you then moved behind the log you were going to cut.

(???) OK I should be close I can feel it

Close? You thought to yourself

(???) Oh man they haven't sang in a while i hope I didn't stray of the path.

The figure was tall Man with long black hair in a ponytail He had some bags with him a he wore a puffy white suit. He didn't seem like a threat but a Stranger is a Stranger you Quietly moved closer and continue to listen...

(???) The voice came from this Broken down tree house. Alright Jasmir just put up with it for awhile the second you find the girl the second you can go back to Arabah.

So this guy is Jasmir you thought. you finally decided to make yourself known grunting to get his attention. Jasmir felt a Presents behind him and turn to see you, Admittedly he freaked out see a young forest woman wielding a stange but sharp Contraption that looks like it can do some serious damage. You continued to stare at Jasmir with soulless but curious eyes you Observed Jasmir up close he was definitely taller than you and had a smooth face you notice he wore some shiny items on them. He was kinda cute to you, as you continued to stare. As you stared at him Jasmir was sweating like Crazy he never Inspected to have a stare off with a quiet and cute girl. She was slightly Intimidating but something told him she wasn't a threat.

(Jasmir) Um Hi?

(Y/N) ( Stareing)...

(Jasmir) (weirded out) I am Jasmir I am the Sultan and Ruler of Arabah

You continued to stare at Jasmir as if to ask what Brings him to her forest home. Jasmir decided to Continue

(Jasmir) incase you are wondering I am on a search for something or rather someone. You see I been hearing a voice from this forest and it's been calling me and I need to know where it comes from.

You gasped! Your (e/c) eyes widened in Realization he must have heard you song the only time of the whole day you used your voice. Jasmir heard your voice from miles away?! Like what?! Anyways if he came all this way to find you then it must be faith you can't let him go. You can't let him go ever.

You put your chainsaw down on the side of the log, you then wave your hand at him and Beckoned you to follow him in your house. Jasmir was confused but not Deterred though he should really be careful he has no knowledge on who you are or why you're out here, but you clearly live here so. As Jasmir walk their you were on a Lift looking contraption. You continued to Beckoned him to join the Lift and as soon as Jasmir climbed on you began pulling the both of you up to your home. Jasmir was amazed but kelp a calm face but he now had many more questions about you and this Place. You two finally got to your tree house

Jasmir's Jaw dropped when the saw your home as you walked ahead of him silently toward the kitchen and put on a kettle of tea 🍵.

(Jasmir) you live here?! It looks like a bunch of teddy bear threw up rainbows and glitter on this place. It's so sickenly cute.

You rolled your eyes at him as you waited for the kettle to boil. You pointed to his bag 🎒 your (e/c) not leaving his face. Jasmir was confused but understood what you wanted to know.

Jasmir smirks again

(Jasmir) ( Arrogantly) Your wondering what's in here huh? Well since you asked, theses are maps of my home and the land that Surrounds it as i said im on a Search expedition for a mysterious voice and it has lead me to this forest. You see I was a handsome Prince Confine to that stupid castle since my father died. My mother presented me to many Princesses from other kingdoms to marry but they were either spoiled, Clingy, self-centered, Is haughty, bratty or arrogant and liked to hear themselves talk.

WoW are you the one to talk you Thought as you Boardly listen to Jasmir's Back story but then his voice changed

(Jasmir) But ever since I took my kingdom by force I heard a strange sound

Now You went back to listening to him Intently this time.

Jasmir( Softly) I heard a voice, a voice filled with fear, loneliness and disappointment, as if they were robbed of having a decent life. It was calling me every night when the moon was out I could no longer resist it I want to find them.

Jasmir (darkly) I NEED THEM.

Now You can confirm this situation. Jasmir was hear because of your love song or Mating Call as you Called it. he must of came all the way from his home country to court you and claim you as his own. The thoughts of what will take place in the future was enough to put a blush on your face and your whole body but you remain calm as not to scare him.

Jasmir(Frustrated) But everywhere I turn I wasn't even close I'm already low on money and resources I brought along with me and I am knowhere near then. I think thier teasing me

Well I kinda am you thought to yourself. Overall you really wanna test him to see if he's desperate enough to follow you to the ends of the earth. In case you haven't notice Jasmir was obsessed with the voice and its love song and your growing obsessed with the Sultan himself. Learning that your song is driving Jasmir Crazier then he already is you know that you to are Each other's destiny.

You will twist and pull and cut and tear and rip apart and stitch back up Jasmir until he had nothing left to give. You will make him love you and think he can never get by without you. You will have him think that he's going to DIE without you.

You stare at Jasmir before lightly slapping him to get him to focus

(Jasmir) (Gasped) How dare?!

But before he can finish you pointed at the picture frame on the main wall. Jasmir looked up and saw a huge picture of you in a pure white dress and a flower crown although their was some disturbing parts like you still had the same blank face as you cuddled a dead racoon and with blood on your hands and smudgeson your dress. Jasmir was Mesmerized and he then noticed the bottom of the frame that had a name.

(Jasmir) (In a low tone) Your Name is (Y/N)?

You stared at him one last time, before finally speaking

(Y/N) I am (Y/N) (L/N)

Jasmir was a goner, and a Figuratively dead man

He has no idea of the Ginormous and infected boo boo he has created.

Jasmir has no clue of how much danger he is in

AND the WORST part is he doesn't even CARE.

ok finally finished chapter 4 hope you like it and please leave comments below of what you think will happen in the future I want to hear you thoughts.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Nobody wants this : Quotes

"- Morgan, I asked you to park down the street. (Joanne) - Okay, I am not your chauffeur, and I needed cash, so... Who even uses cash? (Morgan) - Okay. Mom always says when the world ends, you better cash. (Joanne) - Oh my God. He's texting me, asking me where I went. What a psychopath. (Joanne) - Did you not tell him where you went? (Morgan) - I just met this guy. I have to tell him every move I make? (Joanne - Episode 1)

"- Yeah, I do remember him, and he did not acknowledge you in public." (Morgan - Episode 1)

"- Which is maybe what it takes for you to like someone. Someone who's emotionally unavailable." (Morgan - Episode 1)

"- Hon, we're together, then we get married. It's just not that complicated. (Rebecca) - I don't know. I don't think that's how it should feel." (Noah - Episode 1)

"- Meanwhile, this one and I were together for 32 beautiful years. We only separated because he was a bit confused about his sexuality. (Lynn) - Not confused, Lynnie-bear. 100% sure. (Henry) - It's very trendy to be day these days." (Lynn - Episode 1)

"- But some potentially interesting guys for you. A divorcé with a young kid, you know, a finance guy and a rabbi. (Ashley) - Oh, I thought you were starting a bad joke." (Joanne - Episode 1) "- Although, uh, are you sure you should be drinking? You seem to be going through something. (Noah) - Oh, no. I'm just in constant need of attention. Yeah." (Joanne - Episode 1) "- Where? (Noah) - I don't see him now, but he has a beard, and he was definitely judging me. (Joanne) - Sounds like a rabbi." (Noah - Episode 1)

"- Who's your friend? (Noah) - Yeah, her bad personality is weirdly charming, right? There's not a Jewish bone in her body. Unless you put one in her." (Ashley - Episode 1)

"- Ever heard of the Apparition Effect by Gary Howell? You have. It's everywhere. (Gary Howell) - Oh, you're the asshole. (Joanne) - I've earned it. (Gary Howell - Episode 1)

"- You're an unfiltered, complicated, vulnerable, beautiful woman." (Noah - Episode 1)

"- We have all theses chances to wake up and change the course of our lives. Everything can have purpose if you allow it. (Joanne) - Thinking about switching careers? (Noah - Episode 1)

"- And what are you doing now? (Morgan) - He asked me to wait outside. (Joanne) - Oh my God. (Morgan) - Not in a bad way. (Joanne) - Is there a good way? How long have you been standing outside? (Morgan) - Like 15 minutes. Oh my God. This so bad when I'm saying it out loud. (Joanne) - Okay, he doesn't want you there, so just get in the car and leave. (Morgan) - I can't. I Ubered." (Joanne - Episode 2)

"-Fifteen minutes is rude. You know? (Morgan) - This is my sister, Morgan. (Joanne) - Are you sure it was 15 minutes? Felt more like ten to me. (Noah) - I'm sorry. Are you gaslighting us? (Morgan) - I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't cool. Will you accept my apology? I told you I like attention. I was getting a lot there. (Noah) - It's not every day a shiksa walks into the temple looking for the good rabbi. (Sasha) - A "shiska"? What is that? (Joanne) - A shiksa. It's basically... um, well, it's basically you guys. (Noah) - Is it offensive or flattering? I can't tell. (Morgan) - Technically, it's a Yiddish insult that means you're impure and detestable." (Sasha - Episode 2)

"- Do you think there's any flip side to everyone knowing every intimate detail of your life? Like, you know, once you say something, you can never get it back. (Noah) - Jesus. How dark are your secrets?" (Joanne - Episode 2)

"- One minute you're getting engaged to Rebecca, who you are getting back together with, by the way, and now you're here with whore number one and whore number two? (Esther) - I hope I'm whore number one." (Joanne)

"- And, Mom, you know that key is for emergencies only. (Noah) - My son having a mental breakdown is an emergency." (Bina - Episode 2)

"- Can I actually get a margarita? To go. (Joanne) - Okay, we can't do that. (waiter) - They're not gonna do that. (Joanne) - Okay, well, then put it in a glass you never wanna see again. (Joanne) - You can't friend-zone me because I already friend-zoned you. (Joanne) - Oh, 100%. I am agreeing that that's likely the best call. (Noah) - Still kind of rude. Please don't steal my thunder." (Joanne - Episode 2)

"- Isn't it crazy that we never kissed this whole time? this whole time? How did that happen? (Joanne) - Yeah. I'm very aware we haven't kissed yet. (Noah) - Yet? (Joanne) - Yeah. (Noah) - But we're just friends. (Joanne) - Sure. (Noah) - And friends don't kiss, which is why, you know, I'm aware we haven't. (Joanne). - But what if we had just, like, one... goodbye kiss?" (Noah - Episode 2)

"- Oh, wait. There... Uh, one more little bit of fun news for you. Mom and Dad are with Rebecca's parents, and they're sniping at one another. The only thing they agree on is that they're all mad at you. (Sasha) - What are they mad at me for? (Noah) - Well, you're the one that, like, caused the accident. Obviously. (Sasha) - What? (Noah) - She's, like, so heartbroken that she ran into a bus. It's easy math." (Sasha - Episode 3)

"- No, look. You're cute, but you're not "leave this Earth because you dumped someone" cute. (Episode 3)

"- Oh! So cynical. Starting to make sense now. - See? This is why she never got married. (Morgan) - Better than being divorced." (Joanne - Episode 3)

"- It's a shame she had to have an accident to get you to pay attention to her." (Episode 3)

"- Wait (Joanne) - I agree. It's weird. Is that him?(Morgan) - No, it's my pharmacy telling me to pick up my Xanax." (Joanne)

"- Oh, okay. I see what you're doing. You're calling the worst person you know because only someone as shitty as me would think that somebody as shitty as you isn't really that bad, huh?" (Episode 3)

"- You gotta lock this guy down. Like, fast. He is hot. He's employed. He doesn't have kids. He comes from money. He's like a fucking unicorn in this town." (Episode 4)

"- Noah, my mom is really emotional, and it always pushed my dad away. I'm not saying that's what made him gay, but it certainly didn't keep him straight. (Joanne - Episode 4)

"- Okay, I guess Morgan's in charge now and, um, I'll fix whatever she fucks up later." (Episode 5)

"- It's your friend? Shalom, Joanne. - Shalom to you too. Also, quick question. What does shalom mean? (Joanne) - It's a very common Hebrew word. It means hello, goodbye, and peace." (Episode 5)

"- I met this hostage negotiator at a bar, and he was telling me... - Wait. This isn't a hostage situation. This is just a work dinner. (Morgan) - Everything in life is a hostage situation. Anyway, he was telling me about this technique he used called "mirroring". All you do, no matter what this guy says, just repeat the last few words back to him like it's smart and interesting, and he'll keep talking. It's gotten me out of a lot of difficult situations." (Episode 5)

"- Maybe you change. Maybe she does. Maybe you both do. But that doesn't mean you give up something great because it's difficult." (Episode 5)

"- Oh, that is Joanne's rabbi boyfriend. (Morgan) - Mm-mm. Just a friend. (Joanne) - But in my spare time, I do consult on biblical matters." (Noah - Episode 5)

"- God, rich people have the best garbage." (Episode 6)

"- Me? You don't wanna share me? That's really sweet." (Episode 6)

"- Okay, tattoos, thick neck, light criminal record. That's way more your type. (Morgan - Episode 6)

"- He's not gonna get me." (Episode 6)

"- Morgan, you are not that complicated. (Joanne) - I am full of contradictions. And to reciprocate, I have brought you something. (Morgan) - Don't try to impress me. - But I want to." (Episode 6)

"- Okay. - It's a huge bag. How could I not ask? - How are you gonna do it? (Morgan) - I don't know. Kinda like the way I broke up with Marco. (Joanne) - How did you do it? (Morgan) - I just stopped texting him back." (Joanne - Episode 6)

"- Did you just... ask someone for something that you want, and they gave it to you? - I have one of those resting faces where people don't like to help me." (Episode 7)

"- You know how if I hate someone, you have to hate them too?" (Episode 7)

"- Well, tell anyone I said it, and I write another nasty review about your podcast. (Esther) - Mm, every review is an engagement, so thank you." (Joanne - Episode 7)

"- Look, if our congregation sees its head rabbi eat a crab cake... Everyone starts eating crab cakes. Well, not I was going to say everyone marries a goy, then there are no more Jewish children, and then our people become extinct." (Rabbi Cohen - Episode 8)

"- I just need to let you know I've never successfully kept a secret before. Keep that in mind before you tell me." (Sasha - Episode 9)

"- Oh God. I don't even have the energy to even give a shit." (Episode 10)

"- You need me to be something that I can't promise that I can be." (Joanne - Episode 10)

[ask-missparker]

The Red & Purple Duo

I created cUZ helloooo I love playing around with dynamics. As we know Mia got her hubby Nikolai and Ethan got his wifey Liane…so let's put theses ladies up to the test.

Friends: Amelia Morse-Parker & Liane Felton

Sum it up -> Mia was supposed to go on a simple mission to get insight on this rich man, Ivan Trask, but her usual players had work to do. Melissa was stuck with beating a systemic grid and Nikolai was on the field in mother Russia with Marlene. She decided she wanted to go in alone as an undercover, Widowed Wife, but Hill knew she needed backup. Which lead her to this very moment..

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She flipped around the sheets of paper sitting in front of her as her gaze fell back and forth onto the sliver dollar laced gun. She bit her bottom lip and squealed under her breath, taking the gun in hand.

"Liane. Agent Liane..of uh, SHIELD." Said the blonde pointing the gun then standing up from the chair, "Oh? Is that right? You think this is funny?"

She pointed the gun back and forth talking with the wall as if it was a bad guy. "H-how's this for a comedy? Huh?..h-you-you..i'mma gonna tear you in half and-" She stuttered trying to find the right words to say.

Suddenly the door behind her slammed shut as she screamed in fear facing the short brunette who was dressed in a black jeans, a navy blue t-shirt and ruby red necklace. She had a deadpan look on her face completely done with her bullshit as she huffed holding back an eye roll.

"AR-are you-? I'm armed here." She explained holding the gun sitting back down.

She removed the gun out of her hand and replied, "Don't be."

"Why did you have it out in the first place? Not very smart leaving your gun out.."

"I WANTED-I wanted to see how long you'll last."

"What? H-how did I do?"

"Less than 7 minutes. Somewhat better than I expected. Where did we spend our honeymoon?"

Amelia wasn't trilled with this whole plan. She would've gone with Ward or Daisy, if Nikolai wasn't available, they were busy dealing with missions for Coulson. Something about a gas fire. Again, she wished she could've done this alone. But she wasn't allowed.

Liane hummed, "God..is everything a test with you, Parker? Lighten up! Or in my case, you need a little fire to fix this."

"Funny." She said pointing to the papers, "Honeymoon? Where?"

"Bail. It was gorgeous! I was wearing a sundress and-"

"Where we did we meet?"

"Uh..recorded store? Ugh, why did it have to be a record store? Who picked that location? Romanoff?"

"Felton. Focus. Which side of the car you in?"

"Whatever side you say I get. Cause I love to drive shotgun! And your the passage princess."

Liane stood up with a giggle then sat down, deciding to lean against the table and bop her nose with her long purple nails. She was rambling on and on about something as well. Amelia just rolled her eyes, "Liane. It would be nice if you stick to the script."

She giggled bopping her nose and teasing her with a smile, "Lovey dovey car with you brought me for my birthday! And we did all the shopping we can and.."

"Well, I'm gonna die. We're gonna walk in and five seconds later just straight up dead.." Amelia added, pushing the blonde's hand away from her.

"We're gonna die cause I didn't remember the name of your childhood dog? That's not how this works. I should know my parents were married for a long time."

"And they hated each other. I saw the reports. You have no idea how this works!"

"I know how this works, okay? They're not gonna tie me up to some freaking chair and ask me the name of your childhood doggie! I mean come on..you seem like you never had one."

"You have to know a good crunch of the facts! Married people do that from the smallest thing to the biggest one."

"No they don't! They do this! We're not gonna die because we're not gonna in there with some lame story on how we met and how we are like two people in love. No, they are gonna walk in there and see you are some overcontroling OCD spor freaking and I'm too much of a flake to tell the difference. And we got together way too early for our liking. So we're stuck together now!"

"Mhm hmm."

"And I left a really good design job for this. As I was dishing tables and painting nails at a salon now like in my favorite movie. And the wedding was tiny. I wanted some big and landfill of glamour items but you wanted something smaller."

"Big weddings are too much money..as if I would spend a lot of time planning one."

"And I know you spelt with one of the grooms-Ohh maybe it was a bridesmaids? That would be a good cover story!"

"Well, I was marrying you, so I must've been very drunk. And blacked out the next day."

The two were standing up at this point as they were talking to one another.

Liane crossed her arms with a squeal and thought, "It was Patrick or Daphne wasn't it? They would love to have that over my head."

Amelia scoffed and looked up at her, "Daphne and Patrick must be nice people. Listening to me as I had to be stuck with you. They cared when I talked about going to the pound to pick up my first ever dog...uh.."

"Snuffles! Hehe I remembered and you didn't. And I am a good partner for you to have during this mission. I know a lot about events and everything."

"I doubt it. But sure."

"We got this wired down. It aint on the paper, just you and me faking this whole gig."

"God helps us all."

"No one can fake this kinda hate you have for me. D-do you hate me?"

"Ain't telling."

She half smile then her faced returned to a deadpanned look. Liane could tell was hiding something, she knew her husband was gone a mission god knows where and wasn't able to say anything about it. She giggled to herself. But she didn't saying anything to Mia about it unless brought up later.

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Here is the original source, I got the idea from!

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[distortedataraxia]

Hello i don't know if this is a request place but can u do idk kunikida or whatever that mans name is and reader in fluff (reader is hmm, shy and uh idk flirty????????????) And kunikida found reader locked in a locker bc shes dumb and somehow locked herself i give u the allowance to think of anythiny else

Author note : hi ! I'm sure this request was from november.. lol, i hope you're doing well my friend, i had fun writing this, though i'll tell you, this is definitely badly written and the characters might probably act out of character, i apologize about that, but i still hope this reached your expectations ! And yes his name is kunikida.. you got that right.

The locker of doom

Kunikida x Fem!reader

Wordcount : 1,397

It was another normal day in the armed detective agency, Dazai was making airplanes with some papers, ranpo was chilling, yosano was bored, kunikida was working, kenji was chilling.. There wasn't really much work today.

But you just arrived at the agency, you were late because of your alarm ! Out of breath, you apologized, embarassed. "I'm so sorry for being late" Kunikida looked at you, with a face that lets no one know what he was thinking, and he just said in a low voice "Just get to work y/n" there was nothing strict in his voice, it was almost sweet, but you did as he said anyways, work was awaiting for you.

'All i need to do.. ' you thought, before suddenly remembering, that you forgot your phone in your locker! So that's why the alarm didn't ring ! Because your alarm was your phone ! Jeez..

You got up from your seat, as ranpo looked at you and asked "Hey y/n, could you grab a few snacks for me on your way?" You turned around and politely nodded "yes, i'll just go get my phone and my wallet" he looked at you and declared "Ah, so that's why you were late, you're really an airhead y/n" you quietly chuckled and said "Well i mean..that's not wrong..that's why people don't trust me with their stuff" the detective stretched and bored, he said "be more like me and be less like you" of course, he was joking, that was for sure "oh ! >:O Ranpo how could you be so cruel ! " Dazai exclamed himself, jumping in to the conversation, you decided to quickly leave and get your phone as you knew that the conversation was going to last ages, you left without saying anything and without anyone noticing, too shy to say something, afterall, it hasn't been long since you joined the agency, so you're still not used to your coworkers, but kunikida was nice though. He always seemed to keep his composure and calm around you, and he'd always apologize for any inconveniance, such as dazai's behaviour, dazai has been teasing the both of you often, leading kunikida to.. beat him up. This agency really was something. It's been only a few months since you joined, and theses few months have been the most eventful of your life.

You walked in the hallway, finding your locker, thinking about random things, suddenly, you get a bad gut feeling 'Something bad is about to happen to me.. ' you thought, checking your locker content in detail, forgetting what you were even searching, only remembering it was something small, before you realized, that you just locked yourself in your own locker by accident, it was dark.

'What the...? ' you wondered, before processing the situation.

You, a worker from the armed detective angency, got yourself stuck in your own locker. And what's better than that? You're actually scared of the dark!

You started to uncontrollably bang at your locker door in panick, thinking 'i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared !' A thousands of other thoughts came to your head 'what if i get suck here for hours?What if i die here because i'm thirsty!?' you overthinked, shaking, before causing the fall of your own locker, causing you to also fall, and be even more stuck. Suddenly, your phone ringed, and your phone ring was... careless whisper instrumental!? Since when? Who played around with your phone? 'I'm so tired of love songs..' you thought, before thinking about kunikida and wishing for him to come and save you and comfort you, like a knight in a shining armor 'i need someone to numb the pain' you pout to yourself.

The loud noise caused by the fall of your locker killed your ears, and in all honesty, the fall got you hurt, you had no energy to bang at the walls of your locker. Luckily though the loud noise echoing through the halls alerted your coworkers, you hear footsteps, someone running to your locker, and you hear a voice "what the..?y/n ?" The voice seemed familiar, it was.. kunikida's ! It was kunikida ! "Kunikida it's me, help me i'm stuck" you said breathing fast "okay y/n, i'm gonna have to pull your locker back up, please tell me if it hurts" He carefully said before moving the locker back up slowly, then, he opened the door of your locker, you jumped in his arms "you saved me ! " you said, your head nuzzling into his neck, he hugs you back and say "it's okay y/n..you know you could have just used your ability to destroy the locker right? " there was no judgement in his voice, just surprise "I don't like destroying stuff, it's a waste of materials" you said before admitting in a careful voice "and i was too scared and panicked to think about it, i'm scared of the dark" your cheeks felt hot, and you felt really weird "it's okay now, i'll keep you safe, you're okay. " he reassured you before saying "noted though, i'll make sure you don't go on missions requiring a lack of fear of the dark" His words made you happy and relieved, you started relaxing as he rubbed your back, you've actually never seen kunikida so kind and sweet since you joined the agency, you felt something weird in your stomach tingle "I was worried about you there, are you hurt anywhere? " He asked, letting go of the hug and looking at you with a concerned face, you shyly smiled before replying "yeah, my head really hurts,it banged against the locker hard when the locker fell down but atleast.. I'm out of hiding !" He sighs "how did you even get yourself stuck in there?" you stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking, before stuttering, embarassed "no idea.. " he looks at you, there's no hint of dissapointment in his eyes, just concern and surprise as he says "it's okay.. Just be careful next time" Suddenly, you felt silly and said with a hint of playfulness in your voice "good boy, good boy, you're ought to worry about me. " A few seconds after saying that, you completely regretted your words and didn't dare to look at kunikida, and you started to laugh nervously "i'm joking.. " you said, before hearing the man's voice "it's fine.. " You could hear that he was nervous about something, you didn't know what that was about though "kunikida, you seem nervous, what's wrong?" You looked at him, there was a light pink on his face ,he cleared his throat "it's nothing. Don't worry about me. "

You smiled, confidently, and offered your hand to kunikida "take my hand through the flames, and let's get back to work" you joked, once again regretting your words a few seconds after, feeling your cheeks growing more and more hot "No y/n, we need to check if your head has any injuries, we're going to yosano right now" His voice was strict and you gulped "not yosano" You begged "i'm all fine" suddenly, you saw Dazai walking through the hallway and ran to him, hiding yourself behind him and using him as a shield, kunikida sighed and said "y/n, come on, i'm worried about you, i need to make sure you're 100% safe, even if it means going to yosano" Dazai blinked and you said, holding tight into dazai's jacket "no, not yosano, i'm fine" Dazai chuckled and said "You know kunikida, if you love y/n so much, you really should have her see a normal doctor other than yosano, or, maybe you could let me be your woman !? I wouldn't mind having you send me to yosano, if i can activate my ability i can just let her kill me !" Your eyes grew wide and you could hear the obvious frustration in kunikida's strict voice "No."

"You're so cruel, forcing y/n to go to yosano, i'm sure at this point , i'd take better care of her" he joked, you could sense that Dazai held no interest in you and only meant to annoy kunikida

".. Is that so? " kunikida asked, honestly, which surprised you, you backed away from Dazai and said "i actually rather have kunikida take care of me, not you Dazai and neither do i want yosano taking care of me"

Little did you know theses words only helped Dazai tease the both of you. You were still red at the end of the day.

[beansandsprouts]

Enough

Chapter 3

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

Summary: Wanting to see you in action again, Dean tags along on a hunt

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

A few days had passed since you'd started staying at the bunker. It was an interesting experience, living with people after being on your own for so long. Despite the largeness of the bunker it seemed like someone was always nearby.

You'd made a grocery run with Cas, offering to tag along with the angel. He intrigued you. You'd seen plenty of strange creatures during your time as a hunter, but never an angel. He was gruff, quiet, and very straightforward.

Though he looked relatively harmless, his rumpled clothes and messy hair made him seem like a little kid, you could sense that he was a dangerous person. You wondered if you could beat him in a fight if it came down to it. Probably not.

He was kind to you, a bit awkward, but he'd tried to make you feel welcome. He let you pick out a cereal for yourself, insisting that since you were a part of the crew then you should have your own food. It'd made you smile. You supposed it was Mary's influence that had made him feel more open to accepting you. He'd probably be more reserved if she hadn't talked you up so much since you'd met her and Bobby.

Speaking of Bobby, he'd returned the day after you and Mary and the boys did. He was delighted that you'd be staying with them, clapping you on the shoulder and grinning at you. You must've made a good impression with him as well. You had mostly kept in touch with Mary, but he'd check in on you every now and again. And you'd called him a few times with lore questions and to ask for advice.

You were all sitting in the main room, you were reading a very interesting book on hellhounds, a creature you'd never seen before, when Sam spoke up.

"Looks like we've got a case, Kent, Ohio. A girl was found in an alley by a bar, throat ripped out. Third one this week."

"I'll take it!" You piped up.

"Mind if I tag along?" Dean asked.

"Uh not at all." You said, giving him a smile.

You didn't typically want or need a partner on a straightforward case like this, but it felt kind of weird to say no. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to get to know your housemate right?

Within a few hours you were packed up and loaded into Baby and on the road. Dean had put on some music, which you recognized as Metallica.

"Alright, Metallica, you've got good taste."

"Finally, someone who appreciates my great taste in music." Dean grinned.

"Don't tell me Sam doesn't like the classics."

"Despises them. He prefers to listen to podcasts on the 95 theses or whatever."

"Your brother has no taste." You chuckled.

"You're tellin me."

The drive to Kent was pleasant. Dean's music and the scenery kept you entertained. He wasn't much for small talk, which you appreciated. A quiet drive was one of your favorite things, a peaceful moment in this chaotic mess of a job.

You arrived at a motel near the center of town when Dean parked and turned to you.

"Do you want your own room? Me and Sammy usually share, two beds, but seeing as you're a lady and you don't know me very well..."

"Nah its fine. Get one room. I'm not worried about you trying anything, Mary would have your ass." You winked.

Dean grinned, "That she would. Sit tight, I'll be out in a minute."

After a few minutes Dean cane back out, moving the car to a spot in front of your reserved room.

You went and dropped your stuff on one of the beds, stretching your legs after being in the car for so long. You'd been in the car for longer, but a 15 hour drive still left you feeling stiff.

You decided to take the rest of the night to sleep, and get an early start tomorrow. Dean was asleep within minutes, you could hear his light snores.

You turned over to look at him, he looked softer when he slept. Not as cocky and definitely not as tense. Seemed he held onto a lot more stress than he probably realized.

You sighed and turned to lay on your back. You hoped this hunt would go well. You didn't like working with someone else, but you were determined to make a good impression on Dean. You wanted him to be willing to let you stick around.

Eventually, you fell asleep. Dreaming of an old life.

The next morning the two of you made a quick breakfast run, stuffing your faces at a diner across the street. The pancakes were pretty decent, and the coffee was strong. It was a good start.

When you returned to the motel, you and Dean changed into some suits, ready to go talk to the local police about the crime scene.

You had changed in the bathroom while Dean changed out in the room, when you walked out, you were taken aback by just how good he looked in a suit.

It made him look good, though suits really just had a tendency to make any man look good. You couldn't help but rake your eyes down his form, admiring the way the shirt stretched over his biceps.

"Like what you see?" He had a cocky grin on his face as he winked at you.

"I like suits." You shrugged.

"You like men in suits." He corrected.

"What can I say? I've always liked a cleaned up man."

"Fair enough. Ready to go?"

"Yup."

The police really hadn't given you much. What they had given you was that all the victims had been seen at the same bar the night of their deaths. All women. You and Dean figured it was a male vamp, flirting his way into a meal. You'd decided you'd go in as bait.

You hadn't thought to bring anything to try and seduce a vamp so you had to make a quick shopping trip. You were in some small boutique in town, going through their dresses.

"How about this one?" You held up a white dress with floral print, it was cute, innocent.

"Nah, the victims were all wearing sexier stuff. Short. Tight...like this." He held up a small black dress, it had a plunging neckline. Definitely a lot sexier.

"Alright, let's ring it up."

"Not gonna try it on?"

"It's my size isn't it? It's fine. Besides if it's a little small it'll just add to the look."

Dean shrugged, "Alright."

When you came out of the bathroom in that tight dress and your hair done up in an elegant style, Dean wolf whistled.

"Damn, I'd eat you up too." He grinned.

You snorted, "Whatever. Let's go."

When you arrived at the bar you sat alone at a table, a whiskey in hand. Dean sat a little ways away, when you looked over in his direction he winked at you, causing you to smile a bit. You had to admit, he was cute.

Eventually, a man approached you. Arm around the back of your chair.

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" He stared down at you hungrily. You figured this was the vamp, no one else had approached you tonight, and he had that predatory look in his eyes that you'd come to recognize after years on the job.

"That'd be great." You said, pretending to check him out. He really wasn't your type. A bit scrawny for your tastes.

He disappeared for a moment before bringing you another whiskey, you'd made eye contact with Dean and had given him a nod. He was ready and waiting.

You were suspicious of the drink, all the girls autopsy reports showed that they'd been roofied. You bit the inside of your cheek, the only way to avoid this was to fake a few sips and start acting woozy. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.

And he didn't. 15 minutes later he was leading you out of the bar, you were stumbling after him. He led you to the alleyway, the same one all the other girls had been killed in.

He pressed you up against the wall, getting ready to bite when Dean turned the corner.

"Hey bloodsucker!"

The vamp whipped his head around and took a step back, growling at Dean. Dean tossed you a machete, which you easily perked up and caught.

"You stupid bitch." It hissed.

"Au contraire my friend. It seems you're the stupid bitch, taking a hunter into an alley." You grinned. The vamp saw the shift in your demeanor, a look of shock overtaking it's features.

Dean lunged at it, but it pushed him away. Then you lunged at it, slashing at its abdomen. It cried out in pain, clutching it's side. You pushed forward, blocking the punches it tried to throw before swiftly decapitating it, blood spraying in your face.

You turned to Dean, grinning. He just stared at you.

"I think that's the fastest I've ever seen someone take down one of those things."

"I'm just another breed of hunter." You winked.

Dean hadn't missed the feral look in your eyes once you got your hands on a weapon. You'd been delighted to have the opportunity to take down the pest. He liked it a little more than he'd like to admit.

You returned to the motel and cleaned up. You'd managed to get the case solved in less than a day. That was a record even for you.

You and Dean made a pretty good team you supposed. You wouldn't mind going on more hunts with him in the future, he didn't hold you back or slow you down. He managed to keep pace with you the entire time.

The drive back was nice, Dean even let you pick a tape to play. You chatted a bit here and there, he told you about what Sam was like growing up. A scrawny little kid until suddenly he shot up and was taller than Dean.

"So what were you like then?"

"A real ladies man," he grinned, "I had girls all over. Left some heartbroken. I hunted with my dad sometimes but usually took care of Sammy. How bout you?"

"I was pretty normal honestly. I did well in school, snuck out to see my friends at night. Bit of rebelling here and there but nothing too wild."

"Sounds nice."

You smiled softly, "It was. I miss it sometimes. The simpler days. But nothing really compares to the life I have now."

"Hunting really is it's own thing."

You hummed in agreement.

You really did miss your old life sometimes. You missed working a regular job, you missed going out with friends. You missed your parents. You enjoyed what you had now, but you couldn't help but wonder what would have become of you if you hadn't gotten into hunting.

Jack and Cas were there to greet you when you and Dean returned. Mary and Sam had left on another case. You greeted them and talked about the hunt before retreating to your room.

You pulled the dress out of your bag as you were unpacking and held it up.

"Might as well keep it. Could come in handy one day." You murmured before folding it and placing it in one of your drawers.

You heard a knock on your door and opened it to find Dean.

"Whats up?"

"Just wanted to say good job on the hunt. You did well."

"Thanks, so did you." You smiled.

"Uh, we were gonna go watch a movie if you wanted to join us. Beer and popcorn, and Cas bought some candy earlier." He offered.

"I'll be there in a moment."

"Great." He nodded and walked off.

You smiled, you appreciated that they wanted to include you. Maybe it wouldn't be too difficult to fit in here.

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[softmeetscreatureplz]

glitter, gold, pearls, & sheet mask for the asks ? don't remember what they're called for the life of me sorry (':

Yayayayya!!!!! Those were the luxury asks dw dw :33

Glitter; describe someone special to you.

My dearest darling wife for this one!! (Noelle / @\myconidwitch) She's amazing, very creative, smart, fun, caring, silly, pretty, and just- amazing. All around. :3 I love her a lot and very much wish I could be around her properly irl.

(Don't really know how long theses descriptions r supposed to be lol-)

Gold; describe what you would call the most perfect meal

Oooooo this is a hard one!! Tbh... probably mashed potatoes with gravy, corn on the cod, nd pork chops, watching a movie or smth with ppl I care about (while they have their own fav foods preferably)

Pearls; what's something about your personality that suprises others.

The trauma a lot tbh lol??- uh. Other than that I guess people tend to get surprised when I write or ramble about darker themes that I like- like cannibalism and such. Apparently I give off a very- marshmallow vibe???? Lol.

Sheet mask; what's your favorite lazy activity

Ooooo!!!!!! Okay so, I think my favorite for this is spilt screening, watching saiki k (beloved TV show-) and at the same time playing a video game of some kind while laying in bed. Also sleeping till 11 lol but that's more just cuz I go to bed at like 3am half the time- TvT

Thank you for the asks crispinnnnn!!!!! :D

[forabeatofadrum]

Hewwo, it is Sunday. I am kicking it off early, cause I have some ✨ thesis updates ✨ for the ones who are interested. And also, I will be out and about all day, hence the early post.

I didn’t write fic and I might not write some in a while, because yeah, I am back on my thesis bullshit. I finally got my long-awaited feedback on the draft version of my thesis and uhhhhh it is a lot. Like, more than I anticipated. I know I wrote a post about how it is fine, but it is not fine, actually. When I wrote that post, I didn’t really look in-depth at the feedback. It really is.... quite a lot.

I have four kinds of feedback, categorised by me:

The “Okay, yes, this makes sense. You’re so right. Thanks for telling me.” feedback.

The “Uh, why didn’t you mention this before? I guess it is easier to spot this mistake when you read the thesis as a whole, so I get it.” feedback.

The “Uh, why didn’t you mention this before? Really, there is no excuse for this to be mentioned in my last week before the deadline.” feedback.

And the “Hm. Can’t you read?” feedback.

Most of it is the second one. The fourth one sounds really rude, I am aware, but those are for feedback like “Where is the source?” and then I go “Literally in the sentence after this one.” To reiterate, I am not really mad at her. I am incredibly glad to have her as my advisor and I really think she cares. My advisor for my bachelorthesis was so terrible, so this is a welcome change. I would pick her again if I would have to. Also, she planned a meeting with me to discuss the feedback and so that she could answer my questions, so she in turn is also open for feedback on her feedback. So yeah, I am annoyed with the no. 4 (and also no. 3) category of feedback, but I am also aware that she has A Lot of theses to read right now. This will only increase, cause for the final grading, every thesis needs to be read twice (possibly thrice) by different teachers. Oh my!

Not gonna lie, though. I did feel very demotivated when I went through all the feedback. It kind of feels like all your hard work gets drop kicked in the ground. But I have been here before. This isn’t my first rodeo, so I also know from experience that this initial feeling will ebb away and once I actually apply the feedback, I will often feel pretty good about it. The initial... disappointment, I guess, just needs some time to go.

Anyway, the deadline is on the 26th. In the words of Eric Bittle, who is *cough* very familiar with thesis stuff:

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

Dear Journal… 📝

I just had to accidentally witness flashbacks today.

I was having an odd morning like i always do. Tired, i had a hangover from the night before and decided to at least get some stuff done.

Going to the bedroom, i fix my bed, organize the area around the tv and throw away any used napkins and water bottles. And as i do, i change into a gray shirt, black sweatpants and slippers—i ain’t going anywhere!

Of course, i get some calls done too. I’m calling Sharon, chatting with my niece as i should then i hear noises in the hallway.

I am confused and concerned, concerned that someone locked another person in a closet. Since Tony has done with his siblings, Sharon has done, my own FREAKING sister done it to me before—EVEN REI has done to his siblings.

So ofc i am mad, concerned and worried that the poor person is stuck as i hear banging, noises and whatnot.

But has ai jingle open the doorknob, and unlock..guess who i find? Not a kid or teen—BUT BRUCE AND NATASHA MAKING OUT!

MY POOR EYES!

I got flashbacks to finding my sister and Peggy making out in a closet years ago! Hell I got flashbacks to Howard and Maria too!! So many things were running through my mind like: How long has this been going on? When? Have they told anybody? And why it is always me to has to find out this crap?!

Haven’t I suffered enough that I had to see it a 3rd time?!

Anyways once I got over it (not really cuz Black Widow was kissing The Hulk—huh? Guess badass ladies have things for smart brunettes) they talked a bit about things, not exactly clear onto their respective relationship, not wanting it on SHIELD record or anything. Like uh okay, SHIELD doesn’t know shit about this! 

Blah blah blah we sorta talked (not really, but I don’t really mind, they had their hands all over each other anyways) something’s accidentally occurred to me that it’s the weekend, theses two seriously need a date night or a short weekend away from the chaos to figure things out between them…so I may or may not offered them one of my houses.

I rarely do that anymore but as long as I don’t find them in a supply closet making out I’m good. As long as my house isn’t flooded, destroyed or burned, hell or any property damage—it’s find by me.

I never get a chance to actually enjoy a relationship or a break from children..so I guess they deserved a chance for both!

I thought Bruce had a crush on Thor!? What happened to that!?

I felt like I was 3rd wheeling in front of them or a parent who just caught their kid making out together on the couch. It was weird but I guess they make a good couple.

It’s kinda cute. Pretty much still in shock and surprised by it all.

Honestly it made me forgot for it felt to be in love and enjoy life despite all the things in our lives. Huh? I guess when you loved and lost a lot of loved ones, you forgot how it is to feel about having a relationship.

So it feel awkward and uncomfortable and closed off. You just don’t know how to handle things or date again. It’s just weird. Maybe I might start dating again? Any thoughts?

Anyways I’m rambling too long. Bye.

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Hope u like this entry! Should Jason start dating again?

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