#sorry I know I don’t get political here but I wanna relieve you all

[toxycodone]

before you all become doomers about Trump likely being president, remember that House and Senate elections are up this year too.

Vote for your progressive candidates. A House + Senate rule = Political Stalemate for Trump.

I mean, it’s better for nothing to be able to happen than whatever the hell he’s gearing for.

[lemon-idol]

✰ booth seat | andrew kreiss

NSFW, afab! reader, you/your pronouns, wc: 4.7K, fast paced (i just wanna fuck him bro) In which the stoic and gruff Train Conductor and the Agent (you) use their time alone wisely. third POV (them/themself) on ao3 !! Train Conductor is described to be smug and cocky ehe get it

BTW I’M FIXING THE FORMAT I KNOW IT LOOKS WEIRD 😭😭

The rattling of the infinite train brings Andrew out of his thoughts.

There was a new addition to the train that had been plaguing his mind as of late.

He knew that you knew that he has been suspecting you. Which is probably why he finds himself always lingering near you throughout the endless night. He could feel your burning gaze everytime he strolled past the quarters you were staying in- not that he minded the attention. Which leads us to his current position. With the yearn for your gaze again, Andrew finds himself walking down the familiar hallway where your room was stationed.

Though on the side eyeing the designated window, he doesn’t find you in your compartment this time, which causes him to lift an eyebrow. As if his mind were an open book, it’s slammed closed after he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning, his eyes land on the lanky figure of the Sheriff before him. The blonde’s permanent smile didn’t waver nor did it grow as he raised three fingers and motioned with his other hand to the door behind Andrew. Grateful, yet slightly embarrassed at being found out, the gruff man huffs through his nose and leads the way towards the following car.

He nods to you, the Agent, as he passes by and sits at the dining table behind them.

How the Sheriff was suspicious of you, but not Andrew yet leaves him a little puzzled. He knew Grantz would attempt to ask about the Agent’s mission and the lead up on how they appeared on the train, so he knew his interest as Conductor would not seem odd.

Although before he can lean back comfortably, he notices the fidgeting before Victor could even begin to pry out any information. This causes Andrew to clear his throat before standing up. The booth cushions squeak as they rise again for his company. “If you are too uncomfortable with talking to them, I’ll do it for you. Don’t rush your work, Mr. Grantz,” he clarifies, taking his coat off to place it on the back of the booth.

The blonde bows his head in return, mumbling out “Thank you, sorry”. Despite being a Conductor, Victor is aware of the albino’s experience. He is a quiet man but he can keep conversation when it comes to interrogations. Knowing that he has all the time in the world on the train, Grantz easily surrenders to sharing his work.

The blonde’s head snaps back up as if he had a lightbulb spark above his head, “That reminds me, a child was accompanying them too, right? Is it alright if I go speak with him while you interrogate (L-Name)?”. The broad man nods, “I do not mind- in fact, I prefer working alone in these situations.” Victor nods in return, relieved for his senior’s understanding of his well-being.

He bends down near the table in the narrow row to gather his dark leather case and give Wick a small rub on the nose.

Patting the back of his uniform as he heads to the door, he stops to bid farewell at the Conductor. The albino interrupts before he can speak, however, “Oh, I would like to mention, you do not need to come back here. I am sure that I will wrap this all up in a bit so you can head back to the first car after speaking to the child”.

The Sheriff's smile seems to widen in admiration at his confidence, “Alright, good luck and goodnight”. He nods to you and you respond back with a polite smile as he inserts his fingers into the opening once again and descends into the lit hallway after sliding the door shut.

Andrew waits a moment before walking towards the door. His uniform crinkles as he reaches up to the clips holding the curtains and releases them. Now, there will be no onlookers peering into the dining car as it was reserved for the very few staff anyway. Setting the clips aside, he walks back to where you are sitting, crossing his arms and leans against the clothed table.

Moments pass and you two are still gazing at each other, waiting for the other to speak up.

You sigh and rest your head on your hands, “So, what is it that you need out of me?”

Removing his gloves slowly, Andrew’s expression stayed the same, although the bottom of his eyes seemed to curl up just a bit to indicate the ghost of a smile. You raise an eyebrow as the Conductor strides to the booth seat, abandoning the silk white gloves onto the table before you and places a single hand on your jaw. He places a knee onto the booth seat before leaning down so there was only a bit of room left between your faces. Andrew runs his thumb back and forth on your cheek and you suppress a shiver at the feel of the gentle and cold cradle.

“Depends on how much I can get out of you.”

At that statement, you tilt your head up further to respond, “However much you need.”

Well, it seemed like he needed your cum out of you by the way you found yourself on top of him not long after.

You straddle the man’s lap, your plush thighs resting on either side of his.

It didn’t take long for you to give into his charm, but the other way goes around too. Hell, he even turned away their best (and only) officer just for the opportunity to get you two alone.

“Is this alright?”

“Kind of too late to ask now.” he scoffed, though the grip he had on your hips opposed the tone of his statement, relieved that you took the step forward.

“Hm,” your lips quirk up a bit before leaning in closer, your noses right by each other as you whispered, “Don’t act like you didn’t start this.” Preferring to get his dick wet rather than talking, Andrew closes the last bit of space and indulges in the tightened grip that was at the base of his neck. Your lips move against each other in a desperate cling, tongues slightly brushing the other’s lips but never fully entering. His lips leeching onto your bottom lip almost fooled you into thinking it was that of a lover’s embrace.

You felt the vibration of his groan on your lips when you ground your hips against his in search of slight friction, though it was hard to seek due to his uniform. His chapped lips collided with yours wonderfully, your tongue providing the nourishment he needed. With each move of his lips, his goal was seemingly to rid of the air in your lungs as you felt them begin to burn a bit. Hearing you inhale sharply through your nose had him pushing his head further into you, tongue sneaking out to pry your mouth open

You move back and smile a bit as he chases your lips, slightly annoyed that you ended the session so early. You tug at both of your guys’ collars to indicate that you want the hindrances gone. He rolls his crimson eyes but complies with your request seeing at how hard you were panting; seriously, you’re an Agent but your lungs couldn’t last that long? He begins to wonder if you were a behind the scenes agent rather than on the field. Yet he can’t help but bring his lips to yours again, purposely creating a small smack and letting his lips linger after separating.

Andrew took his time before his hands reached for your collar. Andrew did not indulge in the idea of him and his partner being fully unclothed; it felt too vulnerable, too exposed. Though he does have an exception if they’re in bed where they’re both covered with a blanket. He believed that clothes are what makes beauty stand out more, that they are simply displayed to frame people’s bodies. Similar to a red curtain unveiling the wonders, joy, and surprises of a play.

He leans forward to capture your lips again, occupying his hands by unbuttoning the mahogany shirt you were wearing. You jolted here and there whenever his bare, cold hands would caress your stomach as he moved down. He removes a hand to gently lay it onto your burning back and leans you over the edge of the table.

With you spread out and disposed to him, he can finally indulge into his fantasies. He grips the sides of your covered chest and presses them together as if he were a cat making metaphorical biscuits. He lays small pecks on your neck and trails down to the skin that your undergarment failed to cover; as much as he wanted to feed on you, it was far too cold to let them out. He opens his mouth and closes it all around the top of the chest as your skin sunk into his mouth, he is mimicking making out with the soft bosom. His thumbs make lazy circles around the nipples through the garment and you let out small sighs to encourage his ministrations. His teeth graze the skin each time, always on the verge of leaving a mark. But Andrew knew how dangerous it was to claim something on this train, something he has dreaded ever since his gaze landed on the ethereal being before him.

You let him play around a bit more before tapping and letting out an airy giggle at the furrow of his eyebrow. He gives himself a few more love bites and licks before he lifts his head from in between your breasts. He lets his chin rest in the valley of them, looking at you quizzically through one half lidded eye. You smile a little as you pet his head before speaking, “It’s a little unfair that I’m the only one semi-uncovered, don’t you think?”

The Conductor pretends to ponder for a moment before sighing, clicking his teeth three times to mimic a “tsk” sound. “It’s not unfair, I am simply doing my duty of revealing your secrets as part of the interrogation,” he replies, before continuing his doting on your chest. You let out a huff of amusement before you lift yourself up from the table and cradle his head as he refuses to move from your chest and slide onto his lap again, “You know, maybe they should interrogate you too.”

You glide your hand along his jawline before dipping under his chin to peck his neck. You move your face back up to his where his defined milky face waits and lightly grip his hollow cheeks together. “You’re not exactly truthful to your staff either,” you whisper as his uncovered eye narrows at the implication.

Placing his hands under your thighs, he made a motion to move you up to strip you of the dress pants and undergarments you were wearing. However, the liminal space only allows the clothing to get to their knees.

You’re not as bothered about this as Andrew is but he lets it slide as he indulges in your addictive lips once again. He moves one of his hands from your hips to in between your legs and runs two of his fingers up and down your slick to gather some up. You shudder at the ghost of his touch before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his head a small squeeze to get him to stop teasing. He slowly departs from the kiss and instead moves to smooth lingering kisses around your mouth. He does it as an attempt to comfort you as he finally inserts the two fingers into you.

He’s patient with it, though he’s having a hard time controlling himself as it practically sucks him in with little resistance.

“I don’t even have to do much, hm?”

“Yeah...hah. I put in a bit of effort and made it easier for you,” you retaliated as he continued to softly press kisses on your jaw before snapping down to your collarbone and digging his teeth into your skin, his tongue then leaving a streak to soothe the sudden attack. Andrew proceeded to curl the fingers that were inside of you. He repeated the process at an agonizing pace, but the sudden force when he reached deep was enough to make you sigh in pleasure into the crown of his head. The arm that was wrapped around you tightened in an attempt to bring you even closer.

With his large hand practically cupping your crotch at this point, he uses his thumb to move one of the folds to reveal your clit. He moved the hand that was on your waist down to your lower back to push your hips forward. He pressed the heel of his other hand onto your crotch, followed by circular motions as his fingers paused inside of them. The addition of his callous hands on where you truly wanted it made you gasp and grasp his shoulders as your forehead fell onto his. Andrew stared at your flushed expression; the slight twitch of your flaming cheekbones, the open mouth where your tongue almost came out, and the disorientation of your eyes had him gaping. He almost stopped altogether to just simply cherish a view he didn’t think he’d get tonight.

You slightly grit your teeth and let out a whimper to signal the lack of coordination in his movements. He heard your dejected whine and he attempted to move, however he found it hard to do so in the cramped booth. He clicks his teeth as he settles to focusing on stimulating your clit; it had you jolting your hips and your breath quickened at the same time as he sped up. The contact of the burning moans on his ear had shivers travel down his spine and he found himself squirming a bit as well. His pants couldn’t hold much longer either, it was getting painful for him.

As you kept letting out broken moans above him, he felt your thighs enclosing around him which gave him the hint that you were about to cum. Andrew let the two fingers go in till the knuckle where he moved them in opposite directions, attempting to open you for him. He felt you open your mouth once again as if to speak, to warn him of what was coming, but he paused his motions. He tossed you an apologetic gaze the moment you slumped against him in disappointment of not receiving your climax when you were so close to it.

“As much as I’d love to see your expression, it might be easier and less tiring for you to move the other way,” he grumbles into your cheek. His arm lets go of its steel grip and he removes his hand from where it belonged, leaning back to give you space to turn around. You give him an unimpressed look as you try to catch your breath and lift yourself with shaky legs. Without shame, Andrew watched the display of your ass before you settled down into his lap again after turning around. Andrew notices the imprints on your skin where his touch was, his gaping mouth twitching upwards at the corner before placing his hands onto your sides once more.

With your loosened button down, he takes the opportunity to move it down to your forearms, kissing the skin that the shirt slowly revealed. He moves his mouth back up to your nape to nibble here and there, causing you to chuckle and cup the side of his head. He tightens his arms around you in a hug, his broad build encasing you from the biting cold that lingers in the car.

“You ready?” he mumbles into your flaming ear; you hum and eagerly nod. He pinches your thigh and moves his other hand up to cup your jaw, “Nuh-uh, I need a verbal confirmation.” You roll your eyes despite your heart fluttering at his demand for assurance and turn your head to the side to make eye contact with that gleaming ruby of his, “Yes, sir, I am ready to have my insides annihilated by you.”

Andrew holds back from barking a laugh, “You’re lucky you’re cute, that phrase was a little cringy.” You turn your head back to face forward, to avoid having a sore neck (though those “soft bites” were starting to make themselves known), and replied with “I know you’d love to, and maybe even more.”

“Hm, you got me there”, and wasting no more time, Andrew grips your hips once again and pushes them up so they hover just above his tip so he can use his other hand to grip his dick. The hand on the grip smooths over the hipbone when he feels your legs wobble a little. Knowing he was on the bigger side, Andrew attempted his best at inserting slowly but your anticipation rattled throughout your entire body. Your mouth began to open little by little from the pressure of being spread, your expression twitching in frustration of his size. Yet in the brief moment of numbness, you are still able to register the guttural groan that escapes Andrew.

Suddenly, you can feel Andrew further stiffen due to realizing too late that there were footsteps outside. Both of you were too caught up in the moment and it causes you to move in shock as you hear the farthest door on the other end of the car slide open.

“Shit-”

“Ah!”

In a frantic and panicked motion, you slam down onto him, both of your guys’ hips slotting into each other which creates an unwanted “slap!”. Andrew shoves his face into your upper back in an attempt to not let out a noise. Your thighs trembled at the uncomfortable stretch, wanting to have gone slowly, but the Sheriff’s entrance made you both lose whatever composure you were clinging to. Andrew let out a low groan into your neck before scrambling to get both his coat and a notepad out onto the table to set up a scene. He draped his navy coat over your laps and struggled to keep the pen still.

Victor waddled up to the booth you were both sitting at, holding his own trusty notepad. Andrew straightened up the closer the Sheriff got, pulling back the coat enough that it wrapped around his own hips. Despite your strange position, the Sheriff gave a light smile nonetheless before flipping over the notepad in his hands- maybe the temperature in this car was lower than in the others?

The Conductor eyed the writing and the notepad, ignoring the burning side eye you were giving him at his lackluster response in driving the Sheriff away. You hate how composed he seems, while you were here holding your breath, anticipating for any friction. In your frustration, you subconsciously tightened your insides which caused Andrew to stutter as he began to respond to the Sheriff’s writing.

Feeling the throb of his dick in you had you smirking behind your hand before it was your turn to stiffen up again when you feel a slight graze on your clit- a silent threat to get you to stay still.

Despite being able to respond to all of Victor’s written questions, the Conductor’s mind was elsewhere; he thought about how warm the person on top of him was, how soft they were on top yet rough below, the stretch marks on the insides of their thighs worth memorizing. Ah, thank whatever God was out there that he had experience on how to keep his composure due to his job, but it was hanging on by a thread at this point.

Most of what Victor was saying came in one ear and left the other, his mind too preoccupied with his current sensitivity.

He shows Andrew the notepad again with what was conversed with the child. But upon noticing the half-hearted nods and “Got it”s from Andrew, the Sheriff grows quiet. Victor concludes what he needed to say and bows his head as a silent farewell. Relieved about the possibility of getting into action again, Andrew tries to give him an apologetic smile, knowing he is not the best with words (but neither with expressions…).

Andrew shuffles forward to hand the blonde the notepad, the friction having your thighs close and meet each other. The moment Victor turns away, you shuffle your hips in a seesaw motion, similar to a runway walk, unable to resist the irritation growing inside of you. Andrew’s lips pull back, revealing slight fangs as his hand traveled up your front, fingers spread out as he used his palm to push against your abdomen, driving you further back into him. You stifle the groan that threatened to come out from your throat. Victor’s honey but sharp eyes glance over at you, finally noting your low but consistent sounds.

Your eyes crinkle while trying to maintain a wobbly smile in order to mask the turmoil your body was in to just be railed properly. About to write his concern, Grantz finally caught a glimpse of your attempt to hide the cleavage that was revealed from the open shirt. His body perks up as straight as an exclamation point before he scrambles out of the car faster than before, blood draining from his face but rushing to his ears.

Andrew’s attentive ears focused on Victor’s retreating footsteps; the car was silent aside from the rattling of the windows as the train blasted through the snowstorm. Confirming that there was no other noise besides that, he leans back, his hands reclaiming their throne on your hips as he lifts you and pulls back his hips as far as the seat allows him, observing his dick leaving your pussy halfway. Ha, it seems that staying in the still position is best to mold you into his shape now that your body begs for what he has to give.

He stays still for a moment and your coming protest is replaced by a low “ah” as he pushes himself back in. He repeats the motion, causing you to move your hips to begin bouncing each time your hips collide. Gripping the table to use as a stabilizer, you can’t help but crumble over the edge of it, that growing itch inside of you finally starting to relinquish. Being so full while hearing the low grunts of the man behind you has your insides twisting. You would be lying if you were to say that that itch didn’t begin growing once you saw more and more of him the past week you arrived. Though there was another catalyst to your neediness.

Having no one else to relieve the growing tension might also be the cause of why Andrew couldn’t help but grip tighter around your body. He wraps his arm below your breasts, his muscles flexing under his button up. The regret of not completely taking off your clothes seeps in for a second before it leaves again when a low moan leaves you. A burst of feeling broke in him, but it was soon muffled by the intensity of lust. His lips attached themselves to your skin in an attempt to memorize your taste, to maybe become one. The overwhelming crave for intimacy was what brought you two together in the first place and honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way. Which is why he cared a little less about potentially being caught and let the dam break.

Such paced and shallow movements left all proper sentences to dissolve into the frigid air.

Drowning in your own bliss, you’re a little surprised at the sudden noises that emerged from Andrew’s throat. His rapid breathing and the drum of his heart could be felt throughout your entire body. You respond to his passion with your own airy groans and whines, rolling your hips to meet him the more you became lost in each other’s heat. Despite being so talkative earlier, the Conductor lost the ability to say anything, only mumbling out small praises and sighs.

“Almost…”

Was all you needed to know as Andrew’s gaping mouth made its home where your ear meets your jaw. You couldn’t help the ego boost that ran through your body knowing you reduced such a rigorous man to a grunting mess. Yet it passed when you felt the crawling sensation that went through your lower parts and braced for the impact of that euphoria.

Your body processed the climax before your brain could; your body jolted and tightened in an attempt to be replenished and the man behind you slammed his hips two more times before going stiff as well. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his cum spurt along your insides, the odd sensation made your hips move a bit as if to rub it properly in you. Your legs twitch in sync with his own small thrusts as he accidentally stimulates both of you even further.

Then you two stay still, your bodies adjusting and remembering the pulse and sensation of one another. Chests move up and down, minds recovering from the epitome of bliss.

With your mind still a bit frazzled, you mumbled, “Next time I should be quieter…”. Upon hearing this, Andrew leaned forward to peck your ear; you shiver as his hot breath travels down your neck, “Oh? So there will be a next time. We can go for a proper round right now if you’re that desperate for more.”

You ponder for a moment before your mind flashes back to the quiet officer that stumbled on you two earlier. “This might not be the best place to continue, even if I wouldn’t mind having an audience,” you sighed as you leaned forward to remove the soft member inside of you, despite wanting it to stay there. Andrew raises an eyebrow at the end of your statement before moving up as well and reaching over to the middle of the table where there’s a canister of napkins. He grabs a couple in between each finger before settling back into the seat and gripping the ass of you who is still bent over. “Stay still,” he whispers out before dragging one of the napkins up your crotch to soak up your slick. You jump at the caress as you feel your pussy still tingling. He continues to wipe your folds and clean any evidence of his cum, much to his displeasure.

Forgetting that he didn’t reply to your sentence earlier, the Conductor says in a sultry tone, “But you know…that is a good idea”. You didn’t even need to turn to see the faint mischievous smile on his face.

Once he finishes with wiping you clean, he graciously pulls up your underwear and dressing pants before giving your ass a smack and reveling in the recoil. Your brow twitches before you step sideways to get out of the booth, putting most of your weight on the table. The Conductor follows you and gathers his items before placing them back into the slightly damp coat that had fallen victim to his sweat. Placing it in his shoulders again, he places a hand on your lower back and turns to you to stare down at your flustered state.

Not being able to resist the man’s quiet antics any further, you reach out your hand to cup his hollow cheek. He gets the message and leans down, your lips meeting once more in a soft press. No rush, no tongue running past their teeth, just a simple lock that lasts a few seconds before you both gradually pull away.

With the final kiss of the night, you step back away from each other, still feeling the lingering warmth Andrew had on your skin. You both walk forward and past each other; him towards the front car and you to your sleeping quarters. Neither of you needed to look back because you knew that you would see each other again; it is the inevitable fate on this forever running train.

[steveharringtonat3am]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

It had been five years since you had been in Hawkins. Your parents had moved to be closer to your university, and there was nothing here that you needed to come back to.

Not anymore.

Your relationship with Steve had really gone through it. You first got together during senior year, right around the time he had gotten his ass kicked down a few pegs and turned into a really nice guy. It had started with tutoring sessions. But bonding over trigonometry in the library quickly fell into make out sessions in his bedroom. It was an incredible year.

He had begged you not to break up with him as you set off to university, swore you two could make it. He knew we could do it, he begged you. But you knew you couldn’t handle it. You wanted to get out of this town, away from the monsters that seemed to lurk in the shadows. You needed to cut every string.

You didn’t even have the courage to do it in person.

The cafe is as warm as you remember, soft lighting and comfy seating. You’re cold enough to order a warm drink and sit down to wait for it. Everything feels so similar and yet so different. They have Valentine’s decor up, reminding you that you’re alone this holiday.

You had a few flings throughout your years away. But they never lasted longer than a few months. You always managed to find a flaw, a standard that they weren’t living up to, any reason you could find to break off a relationship. You knew why you did it. Deep down, you had never really gotten over Steve. Pretending as if not thinking of him every night meant you had moved on.

You thank the serve with a polite smile as they set your drink down. Steam wafts from the mug and you’re so distracted you don’t notice the figure approaching your table.

“Hi.” The voice says, less static and sadness in it then the last time you heard it all those years ago. When your eyes lock, every feeling you had ever felt for him is right there again. You’re 17 again, giggling as he complains about calculus once again.

“Hey.” Is the only thing you can get out. He’s every bit as handsome as you remember, and age has only been kind to him.

“What are you doing back in town?” His voice holds no malice, which somehow stings worse. You wouldn’t have blamed him for being angry. But no anger means he’s over you. Maybe you had deluded yourself into thinking you could still be together after all these years.

“I got a job. It’s a little bit out of town but close enough so…I figured it would be nice to be back here. I got an apartment just down the street.” You search his face for a reaction carefully, but he doesn’t fold.

“I thought you wanted to get away from here.” The slight snark peaks through and you can’t help but feel relieved. You knew annoyed Steve. You could handle annoyed Steve. Indifferent Steve? That was a minefield.

“I was young and stupid. I didn’t know what I wanted.” You let him fill in the gaps on that one. But once again, he doesn’t reward you with a reaction.

When he pulls out a chair, sitting down opposite of you, you do everything in your power to keep a neutral expression. You can’t ruin this, not again.

“You seemed pretty sure back then.” He adjusts the coffee sleeve on his to go cup, refusing to meet your eyes. You can’t help but look away too. This was exactly what you tried to avoid all those years ago. But you weren’t a kid anymore.

“I’m sorry about that. I just…I couldn’t face you.”

“So that makes it okay? I thought we were happy.” The heat of uncomfortableness burns in your stomach. You didn’t have a good answer. You had made the decision years ago, and it had seemed sensible at the time. But loosing Steve hadn’t been worth it, you knew that now.

“We were happy. You made me happier then I have ever felt. But I didn’t know if we would survive long distance. And I didn’t wanna destroy what we had just because I wasn’t ready to let you-”

“I wanted to go with you.” He cuts you off. You can’t help but freeze, and he carries on.

“That’s what I meant when I said we could make it work. There was nothing for me here. I-I could have come with you. We would’ve been happy.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. Your whole life is here Steve.” Something in his beautiful brown eyes changes and it breaks your heart even more.

“You were my whole life. Don’t you get that? I loved you. I didn’t need to be anywhere else but with you. But you just left and forgot about me.” He sinks into his chair, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. Unfortunately, it landed right on your heart.

“I never forgot about you. Not even for a second. No one even came close to how much I loved you, Steve. I was just so afraid we would destroy our relationship while trying to make it work and I would lose you forever.” When he meets your eyes with that soft look of sympathy, the tiniest glimmer of hope burns at your heart.

“You could never lose me forever.” He reaches over the table to gently take your hand, squeezing it softly. You can’t hold back a smile. Steve had always been the sweetest, and it was reassuring to know he still was.

“Do you wanna get outta here?” You offer without thinking and he nods in response. You place some money next to your cold, untouched drink and follow Steve outside to the chilly February air.

“You remember that place?” He gestures to the little pizza place across the street. You smile fondly seeing it. It felt like forever ago you had been two kids arguing over the best toppings, sharing kisses that tasted faintly of tomato sauce.

“Yeah. Our first date. One that didn’t involve your math homework.” You smile at him and he returns a dorky grin.

“You’re pretty much the only reason I passed that class” His hand brushes yours, sending a jolt down your spine.

“I absolutely was! You were hopeless when I first started teaching you.” He gasps in mock-shock.

“I was not that bad.”

“You couldn’t do long division!”

“I missed that day!” You both laugh, leaning into each other as you smile fondly. You catch sight of the park and point it out excitedly.

“That’s where we had our picnic, remember?” You ask him, happiness washing over you when he nods.

“How could I forget? It was when we made our relationship official.” He slips his hand into yours and you intertwine your fingers without even thinking about it.

You walk mostly in silence for a while, taking in each other’s presence. There’s no rush. Not anymore. But eventually, you end up at the door of your apartment, not sure how to say goodbye.

“I really missed you.” He says quietly, a hushed whisper into the bubble we had created.

“I missed you too. More then you could ever know.” You can’t help but lean closer. Steve had always had this pull, something just irresistible about him that you could never quite put your finger on. Maybe it was the slope of his nose, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way his lips would press together when he was annoyed. Maybe it was just him.

“Trust me, I know.” When he presses his lips to yours, one thing rings in your head.

You’re home.

[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 29 : outrageous conclusions

a/n : the wait is finally over y'all!! i'm so sorry ik it's been almost a year since i updated this sgtsbdkdks. next chapter will be out sometime next week! make sure to go read the previous chapter(s) as a recap since it's been so long :3

w.c. : 1.3k

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Jungwon hadn’t been home when you had gone over in the morning to see Maeumi. You were a little disappointed, because you’d been looking forward to your usual weekend routine – taking Maeumi to the dog park together and watching him play while you both sat and talked at one of the benches. But more than the disappointment, worry had started to eat its way up your stomach – was he okay? Why had he left so abruptly the other day? Why hadn’t he contacted you since? And then you saw Jay’s tweets, and you were both relieved and concerned. Relieved that whatever it was, he wasn’t as bad off as your wild imaginations had proclaimed, and concerned because he did still seem upset nevertheless.

Now you stand in front of his door, uncertain.

What exactly are you gonna say or do when you don’t even know what the problem is? You kind of just showed up here without much of a plan. Sure you could ask him, but you don’t wanna push if he’d rather not talk about it. And how will you even know if he just wants to be left alone? He’d probably be too polite to say so. Ah, whatever. You’re here already, you might as well try. You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell.

Jungwon’s eyes widen in surprise for just a second before quickly reverting to implacable indifference. “Did you leave something?” he asks in a stiff voice, looking back into the house as if to check, but not really checking. Huh. Very subtle why are you here. You’re not used to him being like this.

“Umm no, I came to see how you were doing?” you reply, slightly offended.

He looks past you at the lamppost outside. “I'm fine.”

“O. . . kay.” You stand there awkwardly, not really sure you should do this anymore. You study his face as he keeps his eyes fixedly on the spot behind you to avoid meeting yours. Maeumi comes out to greet you then and you scoop him up, eager to dispel the awkwardness. At least someone's happy to see me, you think. Then you remind yourself why you're here. Maybe he's just feeling grumpy because he's in a bad mood; you probably shouldn't take it personally.

You let Maeumi down after giving him a few scratches and clear your throat. “You don’t seem fine, Won,” you start again, reaching out and taking his hand. “I mean you left kind of abruptly the other day and you haven't responded to any of my calls or texts . . . Whatever it is, you know you can talk to me right?”

He clenches his jaw. God, you’re making this so much harder for him. It feels so painfully good to have his hand in yours. He wants to lace his fingers with yours but instead he pulls away – you can't keep doing this. “You don't have to do this anymore.”

“Do what?” you demand, trying not to think about how it stung to have him snatch his hand away from yours.

He finally looks you in the eye, a mix of resignation and determination in them. He knows that if he wants to get this over with as soon as possible he has to be firm and harsh, like ripping off a bandaid. There's no other way. He can't let this continue. He has to set clear boundaries. “Look, I don't know if you're doing it on purpose or if I have just horribly misunderstood everything and deluded myself into some fantasyworld and if it's the latter I apologise for all that I've said and done when I was under the impression that you liked me too. But if you did do it all on purpose out of some twisted sense of gratitude because you feel like you owe me or some shit or for fear that I wouldn't take as good care of Maeumi as I have been until now if you didn't reciprocate my feelings then rest assured that I am not that kind of a person. I will continue to take good care of him for your three years of university like I promised so please, you can stop pretending you like me.”

What . . . the actual fuck? You're so confused at first that it takes a few seconds for you to process what he just said. Your anger steadily rises as the words sink in. What exactly is he insinuating?

“Excuse me?” You glare at him, waiting for him to retract, say he was mistaken, anything, because you still can't quite wrap your head around all that you've just heard but he just returns your stare, unflinching. “Did you hit your head somewhere? Who fed you all this bullshit?”

“Bullshit? Fine, if that's what we're gonna call it. But you said it yourself so I don’t know what else to think,” he snaps, his icy stare still not leaving yours.

What the hell is he talking about? “Said what myself?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“Well I beg to dif–”

“I heard what you said to Heeseung the other day. That you don't like me. That you just feel bad because I’m sweet to you and take good care of Maeumi. That ring a bell?”

You go red in the face, partly from embarrassment - he heard that? - but mostly from rage. You most definitely did not say you felt bad for him although yes, you had said you didn't like him. But was it not obvious that you didn't mean it? Did the past few months mean nothing to him? You had almost kissed the night before for God's sake! And yet his immediate conclusion upon hearing it was what, that you had just faked it all for your own selfish gain? Shouldn't he have talked to you first before jumping to such outrageous conclusions?

You clench your teeth. “I lied to Heeseung.”

He blinks, his face going blank like he hadn't considered that. “What?” The determined look from earlier falters, replaced by a flicker of doubt.

“I said I lied,” you snap.

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“You know what Jungwon, I don't care what you choose to believe. Clearly coming here was a big mistake. But for what it's worth – not that it's any of your business listening in on us like that – yes I did lie then because maybe I just wasn't ready to admit the truth to him or to myself, you ever think about that? Maybe feelings are complicated, and maybe I was overwhelmed because I haven't ever felt so much for someone before, and maybe I needed some time to sit with it before going around proclaiming it to everyone. Of course, he ended up seeing right through me anyway but you know what? Now I'm not so sure it was a lie anymore. I can't believe that's what you thought of me after everything. I came here thinking that maybe you needed some help cheering up after seeing Jay's tweets but this has been very enlightening. Thank you, Yang Jungwon for this eye-opener.” With that, you whip around to leave. You're not quite sure what you're going to do about the Maeumi situation just yet but you'll figure that out later.

Jungwon stays frozen in his doorway for a few seconds watching your retreating back as the gears in his head turn. Well fuck this is BAD. Why did the possibility that you could have lied never cross his mind? I mean, all the signs did say you liked him too up until that point. God, you must think he's such an asshole and he can't even blame you.

“Y/n, wait!” He shuts the door behind him and runs after you.

You trudge on ahead without responding, still fuming.

“Y/n, please just hear me out!” Jungwon picks up his pace to catch up with you. He doesn't know what the hell he's going to say or how exactly he's going to fix this. All he knows is that he can't let you go like this.

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[someheroescarryfloss]

The Santa Clauses

So, the first two episodes are out...and I have some thoughts.  They’ll be in no particular order, and I’m sure I’ll miss a few things.

1.  Okay, so!  First off, the Elves are pretty much what I’ve come to expect from the series, and I was mostly happy with them.  Betty and Noel are, without a doubt, the absolute cutest!  She’s 100% the boss in the relationship, but she isn’t mean about it (unlike Karen Charlie’s wife, but I’ll get to that!) and I adored their little back-and-forth exchanges.  That little exasperated-but-lovesick sigh she made when he left with the Orb to talk to Santa just said it all.  “Oh, you’re a doofus, but I can’t help but love you!”

I coulda done without Crouton barfing sparkles, though.  I can suspend my disbelief pretty darn far, but...you know what, it’s fine.  It’s for kids, and it was kind of funny.

I saw a theory on Reddit about Betty and Noel being the true villains, but I just can’t see it.  Their private conversations didn’t involve any kind of plotting against anyone, least of all Santa, so...nah, I’m not buying that one.  Edie, though?  I’m not saying that I think she’s a villain, because I don’t, but I can see her having some sort of well-meaning plan and having it go awry...much like a certain Elf from the second movie.  All in all, I loved the elves!

2.  No Bernard yet...but he’s in it!  He is in it!  So, we’ll probably get a ‘canon’ explanation of where he was, and maybe why he’s aged again.  Real world answer, the actor got older.  Will the show address it?  Time will tell!

3.  Speaking of ‘time’, Father Time and the other Legendaries aren’t in the show at all, which I’m actually happy about.  A few of the actors have passed away, and I have a soft spot for the characters they played, so I’m not sorry that they’re being excluded.  I prefer to think of them as being busy with their own affairs/unaware of the current sitch.

4.  Okay...*sigh* Why is Carol unable to remember her name, and why is she suddenly chained to a velvet cape and a huge granny bun?  I can buy that some changes would have happened to her like they did with Santa, but they just...didn’t.  At least until now.  The gag with the hairpins was a little funny, but Santa is still Scott, he didn’t completely lose his other identity.  He was still him.  So, why is Carol seemingly being erased in favor of Mrs. Claus? 

5.  Also, why is Scott suddenly having brain farts and acting senile on and off?  I’ll withhold judgment for now, we’re only 2 episodes in.  

6.  Santa/Scott bashed Jack Frost...Hoo boy. ._.  I know a certain Frost fan who most likely took that personally!  Jack’s good now, okay?  Okay!

7.  The kids, Buddy (Sorry, still wrapping my head around ‘Cal’) and Sandra, well, I don’t really have anything bad to say about them.  I don’t buy that Santa and Carol wouldn’t have socialized them at all outside of the North Pole, but for all intents and purposes they didn’t, so those kids grew up in an almost literal bubble.  So, they’re completely believable, I think.  

Buddy/Cal is too sweet and innocent for this world, and I love him!  Sandra seems to be the smarter of the two, but what the heck is that little animal that follows her around?  Is that supposed to be a mutated ferret, or some kind of magical creature?  

And braces made of sugar???

Roy:  No.  Nope!  Nope, nope, no!  Absolutely not, I want the name of the quack who went near that child’s teeth!  I want his name, I wanna know where he went to dental school, (ticking these off on his fingers) and I wanna know where Santa left his brain, because I think someone flossing sat on it! *panting* Where’s the Tylenol?

Chet: Oh no, he angy...

8.  And finally...can we talk about Charlie’s wife?  I don’t like her.  I do not like her at all.  Charlie’s points were valid, and in a way, hers were as well, but her actual response was horrible.  No private conversation between the spouses, followed by a polite refusal?  Apparently Her Royal Highness is exempt from social niceties, and I’ll just stop here.

All in all...I’m somewhat relieved in some ways, disappointed in others, and excited to see what they’ll reveal in future episodes!

[lessthanpure]

Evandria and Certak Chapter 3

Fandom: Original Work

Tags: modern royalty, a/b/o dynamics, werewolves, forced marriage

Summary: Full moon and politics.

Notes: There’s werewolf sex in this chapter, so if you don’t like that, it’s between asterisks.

Wordcount: 7366 (so close to a good number [7363], though this one is pretty good)

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Kyle loses track of time. At least until his phone chimes with a calendar alert at 8 AM. He checks it, confused. Fuck, had he forgotten a meeting? He’s not prepared for one, but he’s always been good at bullshitting- his heart drops when he reads the event. Full moon. “Shit!” He’s lucky Skylar is gone, otherwise she probably would have questioned him. He doesn’t want to lie to her. But this…this will be hard. 

Kyle paces at the foot of their bed once he’s dressed. Skylar must have woken up early because she left a note- ‘Couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to wake you. Text me when you wake up.’

Kyle takes a deep breath and opens his text window. ‘Hey. I’m up, but I have to see my father. Talk soon.’

Kyle pockets his phone and walks away. He secures an audience with his father. 

“Yes, Kyle,” King Rowland asks. 

“I didn’t realize we’d be here this long,” Kyle hedges. 

“We can hardly leave so soon,” King Rowland points out. “It hasn’t been a month yet. It would seem odd.”

Kyle sighs. “I haven’t…spoken to Skylar about this.”

King Rowland hums. “That was foolhardy.”

“I know, but I lost track of time.”

“I see. Well, you’ll have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

“I know,” Kyle sighs. “May I take my leave?”

“Yes.”

Kyle bows and leaves. He checks his phone, which he had put on silent to talk with his father. Skylar had texted back. ‘No worries! I’m in the informal dining room, having breakfast. Wanna come?’

‘Sure.’

Ray intercepts him when he’s halfway there. “I wonder,” Ray muses. “What will your pretty new bride think about what we are,” he cocks his head. “After all, I doubt you’ve told her,” he smiles dangerously. “Will she run?” Ray leans in and speaks softer. “Will you chase?”

Kyle snarls, the sound ripped from his throat. “What my wife and I do is none of your concern.”

Ray puts his hands in his pockets and strolls away. Kyle feels his wolf way too close under his skin. He rolls his head on his shoulders, tense. 

Kyle walks the rest of the way to the informal dining room. Skylar is facing the door and looks up when he walks in. “Hey,” she smiles at him. 

“Hey,” Kyle says, trying to keep his voice light. He isn’t successful, going by Skylar’s look.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kyle lies. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you up this morning. I couldn’t sleep, so I went to a guest room to watch TV and crash.”

“You didn’t wake me.” Kyle curls his hands over the back of the chair directly across from Skylar. “I have a problem.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yeah. By not freaking out when I transform in front of you without warning.

“Skylar, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Anything,” Skylar nods. She puts her plate to the side and gives him her full attention. 

Not this. Kyle steels himself. "Skylar, I-"

"Skylar, there you are," her mother comes into the room. "I've been looking everywhere for you." 

"What's wrong, mom," she asks. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I don't want to intrude on you and your husband," she says, glancing at Kyle. 

"Kyle, could you hold that thought for a bit," Skylar turns to him. He nods, at once both relieved and more nervous. 

Skylar walks away with her mother. 

Kyle paces in their room. He hasn't seen Skylar all day. It's almost dusk. 

She comes into their room, leaning against the door and exhaling. "Sorry," Skylar says. "I didn't realize it would take so long. Just taking care of some estate things," she waves her hand in the air. 

"Skylar," Kyle says, fists clenched hard.

"What's wrong," Skylar asks, approaching him. He takes a step back. "Kyle, what's wrong," she asks, getting worried. 

"I should have told you this a long time ago," Kyle says. "Skylar, I-"

The sun sets. Kyle shudders and falls onto his knees. "Kyle!"

"No, stay back," he cries out, then falls onto his hands, forehead pressed to the floor. 

Skylar doesn't listen. She kneels next to him, touching his shoulder. Kyle's head snaps up, smelling his Omega so close. He pants. "Kyle, are you sick? I can get a doctor," she soothes him. But her voice is full of fear and Kyle can smell it in the air. 

Kyle shakes his head. "No, this is what I was trying to tell you," he forces past the shift. But it's too late. He wrenches away from her and runs to a corner, curling up in it. 

“Kyle, tell me what’s happening,” Skylar pleads, following him. He can’t think anymore, not the way he has to to talk. He’s shifting too quickly to even undress, and Skylar’s eyes grow wide and she stumbles back from him. Soon, he’s at his full height, staring at her. She gulps. 

Kyle growls quietly, stalking forward. The Omega’s eyes dart to the door, and he gets between her and it. She walks backwards slowly, hands extended. “Kyle, it’s me,” she tries. He growls again and she turns and sprints for the bathroom. He chases and easily catches her, grabbing her by the arms and whirling her around to face him. He bends to her height, eyes now level with hers. Her heart is rabbit-quick, and he wants to find where her pulse is the strongest, press his tongue against it, feel her heart beat against him. “Kyle,” she tries again. He leans forward, smelling her. She smells good. She smells like his. Scared, yes, but nothing a good knot won’t fix. 

He presses his nose right to her skin, taking deep greedy breaths. She whimpers, and he nudges her jaw with his nose to make her tilt her head. He trails his nose down her jugular, inhaling. She whimpers again. He gets on his knees and smells down her body. Her chest is heaving with how she’s panting, and he presses his forehead to her stomach, inhaling between her thighs. She tries to nudge him away, but he snarls. She jerks her hands back, pressing them tight to her body. He sniffs them next, even though they’re clenched into fists. He noses at them, but she doesn’t uncurl them. He growls, warning, and they fly open. Good. She’s obedient. He licks her palms, trailing his tongue up her left arm and to her collarbone. She’s wearing too many clothes. He can fix that. He lifts his left hand and curls it, pressing the back of his claws against her skin and ripping her clothes down the middle. She yelps. He rumbles, pleased, and sniffs her again. She’s terrified, but she still smells good. He licks the sweat from her skin, rumbling in pleasure. He drags his nose back up and makes her tilt her face away so he can taste the side of her throat. He wants her. 

He pulls back slightly, letting her right her head. “Kyle, please,” she says, looking into his eyes. She’s strong. Determined. He likes that. 

He shoves her onto the bed and gets between her thighs. He groans, feeling her body touch his. “Kyle, no,” she cries. He looks in her face, confused. She’s his mate, why doesn’t she want him? “Kyle, please, we have to talk. Can you talk,” she begs.

Kyle huffs. He can’t, not like this. He can understand words, more or less, but werewolf form isn’t for talking. It’s for taking. He lowers himself again, letting go of her arms to clutch her sides instead. He sniffs her arms, making sure he hadn’t accidentally clawed her, but there’s not a drop of blood. Good. 

*************

He slinks down her body, working his shoulders between her knees. He inhales deeply, and she whimpers. He extends his tongue, licking up her thighs. She jerks against him with a yelp. He presses her back down and continues to lick. Eventually, he smells slick. He rumbles, pleased his mate is showing her appreciation for his efforts. He slowly licks the source of the wetness, and she whines. He rumbles again, tilting his head so he can shove his tongue inside her. She screams. He can taste her sweetness, and he licks more of it out of her. 

“Kyle,” she cries out. Good. He wants her to scream his name. He shoves his tongue in deeper, and she cums on it. He licks up every drop. She whimpers and he pulls back slightly, checking on her. He licks his way up her stomach, and she pets his head. “I’m ok. I’m ok.”

He rumbles, soothed. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands raking through his fur. She reaches behind his ears and rubs, and he groans. She laughs and rubs more. He presses into her hands. She hums and pets him. He puts his chin on her chest and inhales. He’s tasted her now, and she smells like him. He wants to make her drip with him. He reluctantly pulls away from her hands. He inches up and presses his forehead to hers instead. She looks into his eyes, frowning in confusion. She presses her hands to his shoulders, raking to his back. He groans. He slides his nose past her cheek and buries it in the crook of her neck. His hips twitch against her. “Fuck, Kyle, are you serious,” she asks quietly. He licks her neck. She inhales shakily and nods. “Ok.”

He holds onto her hips and lets his cock come out, shifting up until it’s level with her hole. His head ends up well above her own. He hitches his hips until the head catches. She inhales shakily again and he slowly pushes in. When he’s not even halfway inside, she cries out, but it’s muffled. He looks down at her face, and she’s biting her lip. As he watches, a single drop of blood drips out. He whimpers and ducks to nose at her mouth and doesn’t leave her, and she releases her lip with a gasp. She holds onto his sides, shaking. He slowly inches in more. When he’s flush, she breathes heavily. He noses at her temple. “I’m ok. Just give me a second.” He settles himself by concentrating on the wet heat around his cock. She’s not tight, which means she’s enjoying this, but she still clings to him. He growls a question, and she nods. “Ok. I’m ready.”

He slowly pulls halfway out and then pushes back in, and she moans quietly. Encouraged, he does it again. She lifts her hips to meet him, and he rumbles. He slowly increases his pace, encouraging more pleased noises from her. Soon, they’re rocking against each other and she’s moaning almost continuously, hands clenched on him. “Kyle,” she sobs out. He buries his nose in her pillow and pants, fucking her hard. She cums again and he growls, pulling out until only the head is inside and then slamming forward, locking his knot in and flooding her. She whimpers and shivers. He licks her head, and she nods. “I’m ok. I’m ok.” He settles on her, and she pets his arms. He noses into her hair, the strands fluttering with his breath. She’s his completely, at last. She mutters something and shifts, and he moves with her to not hurt her. She must find a more comfortable position because she settles. He runs his hands down her sides and she purrs. He rumbles back. She turns into him and her breath evens out. She fell asleep. 

His knot deflates and he reluctantly pulls back. She clutches at him as if to keep him inside, but he has to pull out of her. When he’s completely out, he ducks his head to check if he hurt her. But there’s no blood, just their combined cum. He stretches out next to her and noses into her. He falls asleep. 

*************

Kyle wakes up the next morning, fully human again. He looks beside him, but Skylar is still fast asleep. She’s finally claimed, and that will get his father off his back. He traces his eyes over her, enjoying the view. She’s naked still, and he can smell that she’s soaked with his scent. His wolf rumbles, pleased, at that. He can smell her on himself, too, and that makes him happy. He can’t believe she let him do that to her. That she actually seemed to want his wolf. He stretches out a hand and gently skates it across her stomach. She hums and turns into him, nosing under his chin. Her breaths puff against his throat, and he wraps around her. He can wait until she wakes up. 

Skylar wakes up slowly, wincing. She’s a little sore, and then all the memories come flooding back. She can feel skin against her, not fur, and that calms her significantly. But she still half can’t believe what happened last night. Kyle had transformed in front of her, and that was terrifying. But then…he had been as gentle with her as he could. She shivers, remembering what they had done. Kyle, even in that form, was desirable. She carefully pulls her face away, and Kyle is already awake. “We need to talk,” she says. He nods. He pulls away, and she wants his warmth back. She sits up, pulling the sheet around her chest, and Kyle sits up as well, sitting cross-legged and keeping his half of the sheet in his lap. “You should have told me.”

“I know, but there just never seemed to be the right time,” he sheepishly admits. “It’s not exactly easy to tell someone you’re a werewolf. And I lost track of time. I didn’t realize the full moon was tonight until this morning.”

She nods. “And I get that, but you scared the shit out of me last night.”

He nods. “I’m sorry for not warning you.”

They’re silent for a minute. 

“I’m also sorry for what we did,” he blushes.

Skylar ducks her head. “I’m not.”

Kyle’s breath hitches and he reaches out, nudging at her jaw so she looks up. “You told me ‘no,’ and I’m so sorry that I didn’t stop, but when I’m like that…I’m all instinct.”

She nods. “I get it.” He raises an eyebrow. “Ok, maybe not ‘get it,’ but kind of understand. We’re married, right,” she says, and he nods. “Your wolf probably saw me as…his. Am I right?”

“Yeah. As his mate.”

“And what, exactly, does being a werewolf’s mate entail?”

“I imagine the same things as being a werewolf’s wife entails,” he smiles. “It’s not a possession thing, I promise,” he assures her. “You’re not mine like my clothes are mine,” he tries to explain. “You’re mine like you’re my person,” he shrugs. “Like you’re the first one I want to tell anything, and how…I hope I’m yours,” he trails off. She leans forward and cups his jaw, stroking it with her thumb. She gently kisses him, and it’s nice for her first kiss despite the morning breath. 

“You’re mine,” she breathes against him. “And I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” Kyle says quietly back. “And you’re mine.”

She smiles and opens her eyes, finding Kyle’s warm brown eyes already looking at her. 

Kyle laughs lightly and she just looks at him in curiosity. “We’re doing this all backwards, aren’t we? Marriage. Sex. Kiss.”

Skylar laughs with him. “Now come on,” she invites, taking his hand. “I feel kind of gross, let’s take a shower.”

Kyle follows her, leaving the sheet behind. She sets the shower to hot and leans against him while it warms up. She blushes when she feels his release start to trickle out of her now that she’s upright. He strokes her sides, rumbling. It’s not as deep as it was last night, but it still makes her shiver pleasantly. “God, I’ve never been so glad my parents are Betas,” she laughs. “I do not want them knowing anything about last night.”

Kyle chuckles and reaches out, checking the temperature of the water. He nudges the cold water knob and coaxes her into the stall. She keeps touching him, savoring their closeness. “I don’t get that same luxury, unfortunately,” he says as he hands her her body wash. “Even werewolf Betas have enhanced senses of smell.”

“So, who knows you’re a werewolf,” she asks as she starts to wash up, blushing as she washes herself out. 

“My whole family is,” he shrugs. “The closest royal advisors. The court. A handful of trusted staff. Not many others.”

“I assume no one from my side.”

“Not a soul except you.” She nods and washes up. Kyle puts shampoo in his hands and starts to wash her hair, making her hands still and a purr start in her throat. He chuckles and noses against her neck as he washes her hair leisurely. She eventually gets clean and turns around, helping him wash, too. His hair isn’t long enough for it to take long to scrub, unfortunately, but he seems to enjoy it when she does it for him. 

They rinse off and she turns off the water, and then they step out and dry off. She wraps a towel around herself and he wraps a towel around his hips. She laughs when he turns her around and ducks his head, pressing kisses up the side of her throat until he gets to her lips. She anchors a hand against the back of his neck and licks into his mouth, making him rumble. He walks her backwards into their room, and then he goes to her neck again.

“Well,” a voice says, and she yelps and whirls. Kyle snarls viciously. Ray is standing there. “I guess last night went well.”

“Ray, get the fuck out,” Kyle demands, standing in front of Skylar. 

“I just wanted to make sure Skylar was alright,” Ray covers. She hides herself more behind Kyle. “You finally claimed her. Your father will be pleased.”

“Yes. Now get out.”

Ray leaves, and the door closes sharply behind him. Kyle turns and gathers her into his arms, nosing into her hair. Skylar curls into him and lets him soothe her. He rubs her arms and then pulls back. 

“We have to get dressed,” he says reluctantly. “I don’t trust Ray to tell my father that I claimed you.” She nods and they get dressed.

“Won’t he be your advisor,” she asks him. He nods. “Why don’t you trust him?”

He snorts. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed, he always seems to have an ulterior motive. Now come on,” he says, extending his hand. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

Skylar nods and takes his hand, walking with him to the dining room. They sit side by side and eat, and King Rowland soon comes in. He sniffs the air and nods. He locks eyes with his son, who holds his gaze. King Rowland smiles and his gaze slides to Skylar, who is blushing and won’t look at him. He approaches and Kyle puts his arm around her. King Rowland pulls out the chair next to Skylar and sits. “I’m glad you were claimed,” he says, and she blushes harder and nods. “Was it really last night?”

“Father,” Kyle complains.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Skylar says quietly.

“And you saw he was what we are?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

King Rowland nods, contemplative, as he stands. “Good. Kyle, I want a private word after you eat.”

“Yes, Father.”

King Rowland walks out of the dining room. Skylar relaxes and leans into Kyle. They finish their breakfast and Skylar stacks the plates together so it’s easier for the staff to clean up. 

Kyle presses a kiss to her cheek and squeezes her hand before he walks away. Skylar walks around to find something to do. She turns the corner. She jumps back and yelps when Ray steps out of an alcove, eating an apple. “So,” he says. “My cousin finally claimed you.” She wants to ignore him, but she’s polite.

“Yes.”

She keeps walking and he falls into step beside her. “I’m surprised it was last night,” Ray admits. “Tell me- was it before or after the shift?”

“All due respect, Royal Advisor Raymond, but that’s none of your business.”

“After, then,” he smirks. “I’ve never fucked anyone fully-shifted. It must have been terrifying.” He grabs her arm and stops her. She goes to pull out of his grip, but he tightens it so she can’t. “Tell me,” he leans in. “Did he force you? You don’t smell like you bled,” he looks down. She resists the urge to knee him between the thighs and settles for pulling away. 

“Again. None of your business.”

“Ah, so you were actually willing,” he laughs. She turns her back on him and walks away. He follows her. “I never thought anyone would actually want to take a monster’s cock,” he says easily. “He must have put you on your hands and knees so you took it like a good little bitch.” She whirls and slaps him. He grins despite it. He even has the audacity to laugh. “Oh, you were on your back,” he realizes. “You probably even enjoyed it.” She walks on. He follows her again. “I’d be better,” he growls into her ear. She jerks away from him. “I’m older, I have more experience with Omegas. You’d beg for me.”

“Fuck off.”

Ray clicks his tongue. “That’s no way for an O to talk.” She shoves him against the wall, snarling despite herself. She’s never succumbed to her instincts like this. He leans forward, into her face. He cocks his head. “Feisty. I like that.”

“Listen to me, and listen closely,” Skylar says, and he smiles. “I am Kyle’s wife. You will not talk to me this way. If you continue to, I will go to your King myself and tell him.”

“You think he doesn’t know,” he raises an eyebrow. Skylar backs up a step, concerned. “You see, Kyle wasn’t his first choice. If the King had his way, I would be your husband. And if I were your husband,” he drags his eyes down her body. “It would be my cock you took last night, and you wouldn’t be able to walk today.” He smirks. “Take care, Skylar.” He walks away. She all but runs to the staff’s quarters. She knocks hard on the door and Cherise, the head of the female staff, opens it. 

“What’s wrong,” Cherise asks, concerned.

“Where’s Kimberly,” Skylar asks. 

Cherise lets her in and she goes to Kimberly’s room. She knocks on the door and the girl opens it. 

“Skylar,” she says, surprised. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I come in,” she asks. Kimberly nods and steps aside. Skylar paces and Kimberly sits. “Kyle and I had sex last night.”

“Did he force you,” Kimberly demands.

“No, nothing like that,” she assures her. Kimberly relaxes. “But his cousin, Ray, is being weird,” she admits. 

“Weird how?”

“Weird as in he just told me he wants to fuck me,” she says.

“He what,” Kimberly exclaims. 

“And I want to tell King Rowland, I do, but Ray said that he already knows, and would rather I be with Ray than Kyle.” Skylar sits in the other chair and rubs her face.

“He could be lying,” Kimberly points out. 

“I know, but you know how I can doubt myself.”

Kimberly sighs. “This is serious, Sky,” she says. “Talk to Kyle, see if he’ll go with you to talk with his dad.”

Skylar nods. She stands and so does Kimberly. They hug and Skylar leaves. She walks to the gardens and sits. She lets the sunshine soothe her. 

She texts Kyle, letting him know where she is when he’s done.

Kyle comes to find her an hour later, sitting next to her on the bench. “What’s wrong,” he asks, picking up her hand to lay a kiss on the back of it. She settles further. 

“Can we talk privately in our room?”

“Of course.” They walk there. When the door is closed, she sits on the settee and he sits next to her. “What’s wrong,” he asks quietly. She breathes for a few moments. “You can tell me anything, you know.”

“I think we need to talk to your father.”

“About what?”

“Ray.”

“What did he do,” he growls, the air souring with his anger. She turns on the settee to look at him, cupping his jaw. She kisses him softly, and he relaxes a little. “What did he do,” he asks again, slightly calmer.

Skylar sighs, rubbing her thumb along his jaw. “Promise me that you’ll do nothing about it except talk with your father with me.”

“I promise.”

“He told me that he should have been the one with me last night,” she admits. Kyle snarls and jumps to his feet. “Kyle, listen,” she says, and he paces in front of her.

“That asshole,” he snaps. “You’re my wife, Skylar,” he looks at her. “Mine.”

“I know. I’m yours, and you’re mine. We talked about that this morning,” she says as she stands, reaching for him. He pauses but steps into her hands, letting her rub from his shoulders to his elbows. She has to make a few passes before he calms down enough.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” he admits, looking at her.

“I don’t either,” she whispers. “Maybe your father will talk sense into him. Get him to back off.”

He nods and steps close, leaning down to scent her. She rubs the back of his shoulders and buries her fingers in his hair, letting him. She turns her nose into his neck and closes her eyes. She breathes him in, letting his pine scent soothe her.

“Ok,” he says, lifting his face. They pull back to look at each other. “Let’s go.”

He takes her hand and leads her to the visiting council room. There are guards standing on either side, lances straight up. “Tell my father we’re here to speak with him,” Kyle says.

“I’m sorry, Crown Prince Kyle, but King Rowland isn’t available right now. He’s talking with King Windham.”

“We can wait,” Skylar strokes down Kyle’s arm. 

They do. It’s nearly two hours later when the door opens. King Windham steps out, frowning at Skylar and Kyle. “What are you two doing here,” he asks.

“We just need to talk to my father, Your Highness,” Kyle says.

“Alright,” he smiles. “As long as nothing is wrong.” He walks away, guards following him. Kyle leads Skylar in. 

“Father,” Kyle calls, and the man turns. 

“Kyle. What do you need?”

Skylar strokes her thumb over Kyle’s hand. “We need to talk to you,” he says.

King Rowland nods and sits at the table. Skylar stays at Kyle’s side as he stands near his father. “What is it?”

“Ray is becoming a problem,” Kyle says.

“Why?”

Kyle looks at Skylar, and she nods. Kyle takes a half step back, and she takes a half one forward. She’s now slightly in front of Kyle.

“Ray is being disrespectful, to both me and Kyle’s and I’s marriage.”

“How so?”

She pauses, trying to think of how to phrase this. 

“I appreciate plain words, Lady Skylar.”

She nods. “He is insinuating that he should have been the one to wed me.”

King Rowland meets her eyes. “If I had my way, he would have been.”

She stiffens. “Father,” Kyle says, standing in front of Skylar once more. “What are you talking about?”

“Kyle, as much as this alliance means for our country, there are other potential alliances that are more important. If King Windham hadn’t publicly asked me to allow you to marry Lady Skylar, and instead offered behind closed doors, I would have offered Ray instead. He is high-ranking enough that it wouldn’t be seen as an insult, and then you would have been free to marry someone else. Someone from another country that would be more…helpful.” He turns his attention back to Skylar. “Lady Skylar, I mean no disrespect at all. But you are not high-ranking enough to marry any prince, let alone a crown one.”

“Father,” Kyle snaps.

“Silence, Kyle.” His hand tightens on Skylar, but he doesn’t continue. “As I said, I mean no disrespect,” King Rowland says. “But you are the youngest daughter of a lord. A high lord, of course, but a lord nonetheless. Kyle should have wedded a princess. Someone more befitting his status. Even an eldest daughter of a high lord would have been preferable. King Windham should have offered your sister instead.” He scoffs. “He is far too concerned with matching ages closely. As if that should matter.”

Kyle’s hand squeezes hers. She squeezes back. 

“Lady Skylar,” King Rowland continues. “You seem to be a lovely girl. And I know I told Kyle that he should claim you, but I regret that. If he hadn’t, I would be within my rights to pair you with Ray. Kyle would rather I didn’t, but he has a country to think of. And so do I. You would be a far better match for a royal advisor.”

“Your Highness, if I may,” Skylar starts.

“You may not.” She stops, dumbfounded. “As I said. I mean no disrespect, and you do seem to be a lovely girl. But you are not good enough for my son.” He stands. “Good day to you both. You know the way out.” She and Kyle stand for a moment. “Go,” his voice darkens.

Skylar bows and turns, gently tugging Kyle’s hand. They leave the room. Skylar drops Kyle’s hand and whimpers, walking quickly. 

“Skylar,” Kyle says, following her. She goes to their room and he closes the door behind them. She finally breaks down into sobs. “My father is being an idiot,” he says, sitting and pulling her into his lap. He buries his nose behind her ear. “I’m not letting you go.”

She clutches his shoulders and buries her face in the side of his throat. He rocks her, making soothing sounds. She eventually stops crying, sniffling as she leans back and wipes her face. “Kyle,” she starts, voice wavering. “He’s right.” Kyle stiffens. “You should have married someone else,” she says, shaking her head.

“No, I don’t want someone else. I want you,” he says. 

“Since when does that matter in royal families?”

“Skylar-”

“I’m not royal, Kyle. Yes, my father is a lord and yes, I live in the king’s castle for half the year. But only half. I’m the youngest daughter, I had almost no hope of getting a husband.”

“Skylar,” Kyle starts again.

“Kyle,” she cuts him off. “Maybe it is better if I go with Ray.”

“No,” Kyle snarls. “You’re my wife. You’re my mate . I don’t want you with anyone else.”

“And I don’t want to be with anyone else, either,” she assures him. “But it’s for the best.”

“No.”

“Kyle, we both have our countries to think about,” she tries to urge him. “I care about my country deeply, and I have no doubt you do too. Your king is right, there are far better matches for you.” She smiles ruefully. “My country is small. We’re not a military powerhouse, we don’t have colonies. There are other, more powerful, countries that you should make alliances with.”

“I don’t give a fuck! For once, I want something just for me,” Kyle says. “All my life, I’ve been doing what my father wanted. And finally, finally, I get something, some one for myself. Skylar,” he says, taking her hand and putting it over his heart. “I love you,” he professes. She closes her eyes. “You’re my wife, and I intend on keeping you.”

“I love you too,” she admits, opening her eyes. A tear escapes.

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he smiles. He wipes the tear away.

“Because it makes this so much harder.”

“No, Skylar, please,” Kyle says. 

She shakes her head. “This is for the best.”

“Not for us,” Kyle snaps. “I don’t care about match-making or politics. I don’t care what my father wants. Your king wants us together, and so do I.”

“Kyle,” Skylar says. He leans forward and kisses her, and she kisses him back. She rests her forehead against his when they pull back. “Please.”

“No.”

“Kyle, don’t you see ,” she demands, getting off his lap. “I will never be accepted by your family. I will probably never be accepted by your country. I refuse to be the wedge driven between you and your father.” She shakes her head. “I can’t take that.”

“And what, you’ll take being a pawn,” Kyle demands.

“I’ll take what’s expected of me. And so should you.”

“Skylar,” Kyle says. “Please.” He gathers her into his arms. She burrows into him, pressing her face to his chest. “Don’t do this to us.”

“I have to.”

“No, you don’t. I can abdicate.”

“Don’t,” Skylar says, pulling her face from his shirt.

“If that’s what it takes to keep you, I’ll do it,” he leans down and kisses her softly. She opens under him, and he kisses her deeper. He pulls away, keeping contact with her. “If my father continues to try to drive us apart, I will.”

“Talk to Joseph,” she says. “See what he thinks.” She doesn’t know what she wants Joseph to tell him. 

He nods and kisses her forehead. “Come with me.”

“Kyle-”

“Please.” She sighs but nods. 

They go to Joseph’s room and knock. His voice bids them to enter, so they do. Joseph is sitting at his desk, writing something, but looks up when Kyle shuts the door.

“Hey,” he smiles. “What’s up?”

Kyle pulls Skylar under his arm, and she goes, laying her head on his shoulder. 

“My father wants to pair Skylar with Ray.”

Joey sighs and drops the pen. “I was afraid of this,” he admits, standing. “Your father is a good king,” he says. “I was surprised when he allowed you to wed Skylar in the first place.”

“Joey,” Kyle starts.

“Please just let me talk.” Kyle stops. “I don’t know why King Windham asked publicly to let you two marry. But I do know that your father is smart, especially politically. He would want Skylar to be with an advisor instead. That would leave you free to marry a princess.” Joey sighs, folding his arms. “But you seem happy,” Joey says, leaning in slightly. “I’ve never seen you like this,” he smiles.

“Joey, I’ll abdicate for her,” Kyle says.

“I would advise against telling your father that,” he says.

“Joey, I love her.”

“Since when does that matter,” Joey asks, smiling sadly. “Look,” he says, sitting on a couch. “I get it, Ray isn’t the best person,” he shrugs. “And he won’t make as good a husband as you do, Kyle. But it might be the best choice.”

“No. I’m not giving her up.”

“Kyle-”

“No! I’m not giving her up.”

Joey sighs and bows his head before he nods. He looks up. “Skylar,” Joey turns to her. “What do you want?” 

“I want to be with Kyle,” she admits. “But I know it might not be possible.”

“Ok. I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you,” Kyle says.

They leave Joey’s room. 

Ray is summoned to his king’s council room. He stands in front of King Rowland, waiting patiently. “I was told that you’re pursuing Lady Skylar,” he says.

“Yes, my King.”

He sighs. “You know that I’d rather she be with you than Kyle. But my son is being willful about this. He normally does what he’s told. I don’t like that this girl is bringing this out in him,” he scowls, standing. “I told them that I want you with her. Kyle didn’t like that at all.”

“So he won’t give her to me.” He can’t hide his disappointment.

“No,” King Rowland sighs. “It would be so much easier if he would.” He looks at Ray. “You’re a fine match for Lady Skylar. I will do my best to maneuver around my son.” Ray smiles.

“Thank you, my King.”

“Go.”

He bows and leaves. He takes a circuitous route around the castle, walking past Kyle and Skylar’s room. He briefly pauses outside, but they aren’t in. Shame. He walks to his own room. 

Ray locks the door. He hadn’t expected Skylar to take Kyle when he was shifted, especially for their first time fucking. The idea arouses him as much as it angers him. He should have been the one to fuck her. But if he and his king have their way, he’ll have her soon enough. He smirks, thinking of a put-out Kyle. Unfortunately, it seems as though Skylar is as taken with Kyle as he is with her, so that will take some doing to fix. But he’s sure two or three nights with him will be more than enough to turn her affection towards himself. He smiles, imagining it. 

He’d probably have to treat her gently at first, but as soon as she warmed to him, he’d be able to fuck her like he wants and she needs. Because all pretty girls like her deserve to be fucked hard against every surface. He’ll ensure that she enjoys it, of course. Make her cum as many times as he can before he locks himself inside her. He imagines being buried in that sweet cunt, feeling her gush around him. She had taken Kyle in his shifted form, he has no doubt she’ll take him, too. He pictures bending her in half, pounding into her, and he hardens in his pants. He strips and lays in bed, lazily wrapping a hand around himself. She would mewl and gasp, cum at least three times under him. He would knot her, fill her with himself, watch that cum pour out of her when he softens enough to pull out. He would tip her back, keep that cum inside so she can dig it out of herself to eat. He growls quietly. She might push him back, wrap that pretty mouth around his shifted cock to let him fuck her mouth and cum down her throat. Moan as she fingers herself as he does so. She would drip with him, and Kyle would be able to smell how satisfied she is with Ray and not him. Ray smirks. 

He might even turn into a full wolf, fuck her like that. Let her feel like the bitch she is, taken by an animal. He squeezes his hand as he drags it up, and tilts his head back against the pillows. Fuck her so hard she won’t walk for a week, let alone the next day. She’d eventually crave the soreness, love being fucked open. Beg for him to bend her over a table and have her between meetings, almost getting caught. She’d make the most delicious noises- whines and mewls and little moans. She’d be the perfect lover, put all the rest of them to shame. And when she’s in Heat, oh Lord. He would fuck her full, watch her swell with his child. He growls, fucking up into his hand. He cums in his fist. He pants as he opens his hand. He’ll have that pretty Omega. Even if he has to get Kyle out of the way first. 

King Rowland rests his chin on his hands, thinking. His son is being stubborn. He’s never been like this, and it’s all that girl’s fault. He never should have tried to speak with Kyle. He should have just taken her away from him and given her to Ray. He’ll be a good husband to her. Now that Kyle has claimed her, this will take more finesse. Technically, he could force the issue. But that would just anger Kyle, make him more willful. No, the best course of action is to get Kyle to willingly give her to Ray. Make him see sense. He thinks of what country would be best to ally with. He reluctantly thinks that maybe Kyle would be more willing to part with Lady Skylar if he had someone closer to his own age. He’s only four years her senior. Maybe that’s the reason he’s so drawn to her- more things in common. Though what he could possibly have in common with a simple lord’s daughter is beyond him. She isn’t even an eldest daughter, she’s a fourth child. Fourth! She most likely wouldn’t have wed at all if King Windham hadn’t pressed the issue. 

He scowls at the memory. He had had to agree- Evandria might not be powerful, but its allies are. But King Windham still should have offered marriage in private. He agrees with his fellow king- a marriage would bind their countries in friendship. But a Crown Prince and a lord’s daughter is far from an equal match. King Rowland would have even accepted one of Windham’s daughters to marry Kyle- there are only a few years before the oldest one is of age. And Kyle would have done what he was told. Like he always did before Lady Skylar. He scowls again. He doesn’t know what is so special about the girl. Yes, she’s beautiful, but so many other girls are. She hadn’t seemed comfortable in the corset, like she hardly ever wears one. And he’d seen pictures of the girl- she’s more often than not in jeans and a denim jacket. She’s been seen with friends of both sexes, laughing and joking. She’s dyed her hair unnatural colors, she’s shaved the sides close to her skull. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn she isn't a virgin. The girl is a rebel, and he doesn’t need her pouring poison into his son’s ears. Even today, when she stood in front of Kyle and looked a foreign king in the eye, she was much too bold. She had stopped when he hadn’t permitted her to speak, which is something he supposes, but that she even had the audacity to say ‘if I may’ when he was clearly not done was infuriating. The only reason he hadn’t said anything to her is that Kyle was there. If they had been alone, he would have punished her appropriately. She shouldn’t be half as daring as she is. Her father must be incredibly weak or even more incredibly stupid to allow her to act that way. Once they’re in his kingdom, she’ll learn manners.

There’s a knock on the council room door. “Enter,” he says. Joey opens the door and comes inside, closing it behind him. He approaches and stands respectfully. “What is it, Joey?”

“Kyle and his wife came to me. I understand the political side,” Joey says. King Rowland is astounded- Joey is normally even more obedient than Kyle. One conversation with the girl and she’s turned him against his King. “But Kyle is happy with her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” King Rowland says.

“Your son is happy, my King. Doesn’t that mean something ?”

“No,” King Rowland says. “Kyle will get over it when he weds his new bride. Ray will make her a fine husband,” he tells him. “And she’ll be a good advisor’s wife.”

“My King-”

“You know the way out.”

Joey pauses but bows and leaves. 

Kyle curls around his wife, holding her close. He won’t let her go, no matter what. He wants her, just as she wants him. And it isn’t just because she accepted his wolf, though that was huge- she’s just so different from every other girl his father made him speak to. They were nice, but Skylar just seems…genuine. Like she means every word she says. And she doesn’t care about politics, doesn’t say things just to impress him. She’s her own person. He resolves to thank her parents tomorrow. Skylar turns in his arms and presses her nose under his chin, still asleep. He warms internally- she seeks comfort in him, even unconscious. Joey will help his father see sense. If he doesn’t, if he continues to suggest that he give her up…he’ll abdicate. It’s never been what he wanted, but he’ll do it. For her. He settles down and closes his eyes, finding sleep himself.

[the-last-kenobi]

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had not slept in three nights, and his Lineage was not happy about it.

Ahsoka and Anakin watched with narrowed eyes from a balcony as the Jedi Master mingled with the crowd, smiling softly at anyone who engaged his attention, keeping close to the side of Chancellor Palpatine and Vice Chair Mas Amedda.

For a man who was running on very little sleep and hardly any sustenance, Obi-Wan was managing to maintain the image of the perfect Jedi — civil, humble, charming, wise. Power concealed just below the surface.

Every so often, Palpatine would draw the Jedi deeper into some conversation or other, or pat him on the shoulder in a strangely paternal fashion.

“Why does he keep doing that?” Ahsoka hissed to her Master. “Master Kenobi hates strangers touching him!”

“The Chancellor isn’t a stranger,” Anakin said defensively. But he watched again as Palpatine settled a hand on his former Master’s arm and saw the slight tension creasing Obi-Wan’s forehead, and had to concede that Obi-Wan was feeling uncomfortable. “But yeah. I don’t think the Chancellor knows, he wouldn’t do it if he did. He’s probably just too used to working with me instead. We’re more like friends.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. “And would he have let you go home by now? We were supposed to be able to leave almost two hours ago.”

Anakin sighed. He leaned on the railing, absentmindedly picking at a carved design in the metal with his mech hand, creating a small clicking noise. He scanned the room again, searching for unlikely threats, and then returned his gaze to his Master and his friend, still penned in the center of a colorful crowd all waiting for attention. To see and be seen. Vultures.

Obi-Wan had more patience for this sort of thing, it was true, but it was apparent to those who knew him well — to Anakin — that he was run ragged. That every new face turning in his direction, awed and pettily delighted by meeting both the Supreme Chancellor and a High Jedi General, was another weight on his shoulders.

Anakin glanced over at his Padawan. Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she saw the look in his eyes.

“How do you wanna do this?” she asked, tapping her fingers excitedly on the banister. “I know you like explosions, but if you set something off, Master Obi-Wan will definitely have to flee with the Chancellor to safety and then he’ll be gone for ages.”

“You’re right, Snips,” Anakin said, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He ruffled his hair proudly, ignoring Ahsoka’s eye roll, and said, “So I’ll take a leaf from Obi-Wan’s book. I’ll just go right down there and use my words.”

Anakin beamed.

Ahsoka looked as if she suddenly preferred an explosion.

-

“Yes, hi, hello, excuse me, coming through, yep, pardon me, just walking here,” Anakin threw scattered, inane apologies in every direction as he plowed a path right through the entire gala.

Ahsoka trailed in his wake, smiling awkwardly at the people who scattered with startled looks and scowling ferociously at those who dared look cross.

Obi-Wan spotted them first. He was deep in conversation with a representative from the Core, but his blue eyes flickered to them briefly and his smile became slightly taut; he raised one of his hands in what might have passed for a wave but was, to his Padawans, a clear signal to turn around.

Anakin disregarded this subtle warning immediately.

He strolled directly up to Obi-Wan, bowed slightly, and put a hand on the Master’s shoulder, smiling blindingly at the representative. “Good evening. I’m afraid it’s time for Master Kenobi to depart. The Jedi thank you for your time.”

The representative raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Palpatine, on the other hand, suddenly popped up right beside them, a wide smile on his grandfatherly face. “Anakin, Knight Skywalker, how good to see you! I thought you’d gone home hours ago, why, surely you need your rest after that last campaign.”

Anakin kept a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Ahsoka shifted to stand behind them, smiling a little too widely, the points of her teeth glinting, at anyone who looked at them askance.

“We had quite the victory,” Anakin agreed. He preened slightly. But — “And you’re right, Chancellor, we do need our rest. General Kenobi has served very well, and we’re all eager to rest and prepare for our next deployment.”

Palpatine’s smile widened still further. “Ah, yes. General Kenobi is an incredible public servant, he’s such a delight to have at events such as these.”

This time it was Anakin who tensed slightly. Ahsoka sidled up surreptitiously and linked her arm with Master Obi-Wan’s, flanking him between them, drawn up as tall as she could make herself.

Anakin looked intently at Palpatine, trying to communicate to his friend that now was not the time for politics. He’d thought this would be easy, but the Chancellor seemed determined to keep Kenobi with him all evening. The crowd had begun to disperse, realizing they weren’t going to be receiving any attention for awhile, but they milled about nearby, clearly listening in.

“I—” Obi-Wan began, but Anakin decided to risk his Master’s wrath and just cut him right off.

“And he and I are always happy to be invited by such gracious hosts!” he blurted out quickly. “But sadly, we will have to wait for another invitation before we get the chance to enjoy one another’s company. We really do have to be going.”

Palpatine studied him for a moment.

Go on, Anakin urged him silently. Please. Come on. You know we want to leave.

The silence dragged.

“Master Kenobi,” Palpatine said warmly, turning to Obi-Wan, and Anakin felt a wave of relief. “What do you say? Shall we… let you out of your duties for the sake of your valiant friends?”

Oh, what the fuck?

It had the ring of a joke but was worded like a trap. And Anakin could see, in slow-motion, the flicker of resignation and bitterness deep in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, just behind the friendly smile, and knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something about it.

Anakin let out a loud laugh and clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulder again. “Sorry, everyone. We’re on a time crunch, we have to get back in time for dessert.”

Ahsoka laughed, too, and clung a little tighter to Obi-Wan’s arm.

Obi-Wan looked somewhere between confused and horror struck.

Palpatine’s smile froze.

Anakin chuckled and waved at the surrounding crowd, shrugging in a you-know-how-it-is sort of way. “Hey, he promised us milkshakes. General I may be, but I still demand my old Master fulfill his promises of unhealthy desserts.”

“Hey, I think out of everyone, I deserve milkshakes the most!” Ahsoka interjected, her tone teasing.

A few of the politicians shot her amused smiles. Ordinarily she would have bristled, but in this instance she just shot them knowing, conspiratorial looks, like a child deliberately making mischief. There was a ripple of laughter.

“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “I think I definitely took out the most droids.”

“Riiiight,” said Ashoka. “After I took out the battlement. By myself.”

They ribbed back and forth. The gala was eating it up, their faces amused and indulgent, intrigued by the display of youthful frivolity and friendship the Jedi were giving them. Obi-Wan was still pinned between them, rooted helplessly to the spot.

Anakin looked back at the Chancellor, expecting a smile.

Instead he got a blank expression — which quickly turned into a loud bark of laughter and a grandfatherly grin. He clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd and said, “Oh, I believe our brave Hero and his friends have earned themselves a night out for something as innocent and delightful as milkshakes, don’t you say?”

The crowd laughed and nodded; there was scattered applause, and it was done.

Anakin winked at the Chancellor and then turned on the spot, he and Ahsoka striding out the room with Obi-Wan trapped in the middle, waving and bowing at anyone who smiled in their direction.

The three of them escaped out of the ballroom, down the flight of stairs, and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the landing platform, where their ship was waiting in the semi-darkness of the Coruscant night.

Anakin and Ahsoka turned at the same time to look at Obi-Wan, each of them still holding on to one of the Master’s arms.

There was a long silence.

Obi-Wan stared tiredly down at the speeder for a very long time.

Anakin looked at his Padawan nervously.

But then Obi-Wan’s lips twitched beneath his beard, and then he chuckled, and then he burst into uproarious laughter. The sound was infectious; relieved and excited, the other two clung to him and laughed, all of them half-leaning on the railing, cackling like idiots.

They laughed until they ran out of breath, and then laughed a little more.

After a long while, Obi-Wan disentangled his arms from their controlling grips but immediately settled them back, one on Anakin’s shoulder and the other resting on Ahsoka’s back. “I think,” he said, “I promised you milkshakes. Dex’s?”

“Oh, I definitely remember you saying that!” Ahsoka said. “Dex’s is great.”

“Yeah, and you also definitely said you’d pay,” Anakin wheedled.

“No,” Obi-Wan said firmly.

“Awww. Worth a shot,” Anakin whispered to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled. “I said I’d pay for Ahsoka’s. You, my Knighted former Padawan, can pay for your own dessert.”

Ahsoka cheered. Anakin groaned. They strolled off into the night, ambling without haste or urgency or fear, connected by light touches of the hands and arms, and by something deeper and unseen and familial.

There would be time for the war and politics later.

Right now, they were late for dessert.

fin

[kiwibirbs-library]

part 5 to future kids w/ Tetsutetsu & Iida or miro? pls

a/n: um agreed imma do it

This might be the last one idk cause I don’t wanna start repeating the stories ya know

Part 5 future kids

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Part 7

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Funny story

Kendo was the one to find the boy and bring him to you two

Funnier story

You two were making out in his room when she knocked

Funniest story

You actually covered it up

Anyways

Kendo knocks on your door right?

You trip over yourself trying to get off of Tetsu

Eventually he answers the door while you straighten yourself a bit

“Oh hey Kendo... and child who looks like me,”

You sighed a came up next to him

You could say he was wrong though

Kendo had a 13 year older next to her that looked like Tetsutetsu almost to a tee

There was something that was off but you couldn’t really place it

Said 13 year old look incredibly relieved when you popped up

“Oh thank god, I thought you were taking me to the teacher,” he sighed

“I should have,”

“Um what’s going on?” You asked

“Ahh well, this is Tatsuzo and he said that he needed to talk to you two right away,” she pushed him into the room with you both

“Now i can hear Monoma yelling from here have a nice time,” and with that she left

Tetsu and Tatsuzo stared at each other for a minute before you cleared your throat

“Well Tatsuzo, I’m—“

“Y/n ya mom I know,” he waved you off

“Mom? Y/n isn’t a mom?”

Tetsu was so confused

Not that you weren’t either

The kid paused before his eyes widened

“Oh shoot wait did I say— I meant I already know your name, ya!”

Honestly you would have believed him if he didn’t look so desperate for it

Not to mention over the next hour he kept slipping up with moms, dads, and at one point there was a mention of a older girl named Emi and a younger boy named Kenshin.

When you asked about them he just stutter and changed the subject not so smoothly

There was another point that he sneezed and his body turned to metal, like Tetsutetsu

Tetsu found it so cool that they could do the same thing

You on the other hand had the moment of ohhhh I get it now

At one point Tetsu had to leave the room and you just leaned back and looked at the kid

“So are we gunna tell him or just leave him in the dark?”

“W-what??! What are you talking about?”

“The fact that your his kid! Well will be his kid,”

“Hold on Are you not freaked out at all that your kid from the future is just here in front of you?”

You paused before smiling widely

“OH MY GOD! You’re my kid too!!?? YAY! Oh that’s why you look more familiar than I thought! You’ve got my nose!” You laughed

He rolled his eyes

Everyone thinks Tetsu is the dumb one

But in reality it’s both of you

In the end Tetsu never found out untill right as he was going back

Well sort of at least

Tatsuzo saw himself leaving and hugged you both

“Bye mom don’t do anything stupid, bye dad don’t do anything stupider,”

“Ha! He called us mom and dad again. Imagine if we actually were, you would have to be from the future or something tho,” Tetsu laughed at himself

You and Tatsuzo shared a glance and a smile before he disappeared

“WOAH WAIT WAS HE ACTUALLY FROM THE FUTURE????”

“Yes babe yes he was,”

“Cool!”

A slight pause

“So like can we start making out again orrr”

“TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU!”

“What it’s an honest question

Tenya Iida

This happened in the MIDDLE of class

Ectoplasm was getting into his lesson when there was a quiet knock on the door

He opened it and looked down to find a 7 year old looking mildly panicked

Ectoplasm just looks at him and blinks

Wait does he blink??

Like have you ever seen him blink??

Hold up

Anyways I’m where was I

“Child Are you ok? How did you get here?”

“Um well I don’t really know— um I was at school and a kid got his quirk and then I showed up here,” he was polite for a kid on the brink of tears

The class watched the two waiting to see what would happen

“Well ok then, Y/n! Take, sorry what is your name child?”

“Hero Iida,”

“Hero Iida— oh Iida you must be Iidas younger brother!”

“Sir i don’t have a younger brother,” Tenya stood up and moved his hands robotically

“Sir it’s ok. I’ll take him tot he office still,” you slowly stood and went over to him, dropping down to his height and holding out your hand “I’m y/n Hiro,”

The kid just looked at you wide eyed

“Y-you look like mom though?” He tilted his head a bit

“Oh? What’s your moms name?” You asked

“Um Y/n Iida,” he squinted at you. “Are you sure your not mommy? I dont believe you.”

Iida was on his feet in half a second

“Hiro! What is your fathers name?” Once again his hands were robot like

The kid looked over to him and looked so confused for a moment before he smiled

“Daddy does that too!! He always does it when talking to uncle Deku and Shoto when they do something wrong!” Hiro giggled

All of you stared at him

Uncle who now??

“You look like daddy, but daddy is bigger than you. WOW you have engines like him too!! Hes a hero you know! His names engeniume and he’s super cool!” Hiro was talking animatedly and turned to you half way through

You stared at him

I mean he did have Iidas face

And had the signature calf engines

But his hair wasn’t the right color

Or his eyes

Those looked closer to yours

Closer to yours

Wait

“Um Sir can Iida come with me?” You suddenly shot up

Ectoplasm looked from you to the kid to Iida and sighed before nodding

You hoisted Hiro up and walked out to the hallway, Iida on your heels

“Hey Hiro, what’s you dads name?” You asked gently while you three headed to the teachers lounge

“Tenya Iida!!”

“Hiro I am not your—“ you was cut off by your finger on his lips

You gave him a look that said go with it and you would explain

Hiro laughed in your arms

“Ooo mommy only does that when your saying to much,” you laughed and messed with your hair a bit while you walked

“Oh yes and daddy is definitely saying to much,” you laughed and side glanced him

His cheeks were bright red with that comment

He chose to shut up for a while

When you got to the teachers lounge Midnight took the kid with a little hesitation from Hiro and you talked with Iida

“I’m pretty sure that he’s from the future,” you said quietly”

“But that’s impossible?!”

“No it’s not Tenya, you can run fast than a train if you tried, Midoryia could hold up and elephant on one arm if he wanted,” you smirked a bit when you were met with his flustered face

“I-I guess so,” he put his arms back down

Then Hiro came running up to you both and started showing you a paper he had with a bunch of scribbles

In all honesty you had no idea what it was but you went with it

You helped him fold it and put it away when you noticed his hand starting to get clear

You assumed that he was going back with that

He on the other hand was holding back tears

“M-mommy what h-hap-happenening??!” He shook his hand as if to stop it going clear

You patted his head, Iida ruffling his hair after you

“It’s alright hun, youll be back in school soon ok?”

He looked between you and Iida before nodding

When he was fully back you and Iida walked to lunch with the bell

“Ahem, so Y/n,”

“Mhmm?” You smiled knowing what was coming

“Would this be a good opportunity to be able to take you out for food?” His hands wer in robot mode again

You laughed

“Yes Tenya this is a very good opportunity,”

“Good,”

“OH!! Can we get sushi??”

“I guess so,”

“YES!”

[letarasstuff]

"I don't wanna leave you, Daddy"

(A/N): This was requested by an Anon and it's based on this concept. I hope you are ready for the feels.

Summary: Hotch's daughter is an introvert. A quiet one. But why does she go even quieter after her mother's death?

Warnings: So much hurt. Angst. Fluff. It's bitter sweet.

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

(Y/N) never really was an outgoing person. Even since she was able to walk and talk, she still clung to her parents. She refused to play on the playground when other children were there. Socializing was just not her thing. Her parents were sure that she would never be the person to stand up and perform on stage spontaneously. And it is ok.

This doesn’t really change when Jack comes around. Sure, as he grows older and more capable of things (Y/N) plays with him. But it really seems like he is the only one around her age she is not afraid to befriend.

Aaron and Haley reassure themselves that their daughter will find friends in elementary school. After all this is an institution where many children go to and there also are adults trained for helping them coming along. She definitely will find at least one other kid to hang out with regularly and learn how to be a proper child. Because as of right now (Y/N) is more like a little adult, taking responsibilities, like watching over her little brother, she doesn’t need to do voluntarily. Maybe she will be more messy, rebellious, anything but a perfect child.

But this doesn’t exactly happen. (Y/N)’s teachers are really happy with her. Every parent-teacher conference is about how well and polite she is, always behaving good and following the rules. Sadly, they don’t have any good news regarding her social life. It’s not that she doesn’t get along with her classmates, it’s just that she isn’t able to strike up a conversation or is very good at keeping one long enough that a kid is interested in her.

Knowing that (Y/N) is mostly quiet in her school days, Aaron makes it a habit to bring her more often to the office. She surprisingly warms quickly up to his team and whenever she is around them the girl is an unstoppable tornado running loose around the bullpen.

This is kind of how she grows up until the age of middle school. (Y/N) learns some social skills and makes a few friends over the last few years. Unfortunately these friendships are not as deep as the parents wish, still it’s better than nothing.

Things get difficult when Aaron and Haley start to separate. It never is easy when parents fall out of love and it is not only difficult for Jack to see his father not as often as he used to, considering he still is a toddler needing both parents. Especially (Y/N), who is more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, suffers from the situation at home.

Of course it’s hard on her to not see her father for a week or two at a time, but ever since her parents are going on parted ways she sees him at most one weekend every three weeks. This also changes her social life dramastically.

“(Y/N), don’t you wanna do something with your friends? You can invite them over for the weekend”, Haley suggests after watching her daughter not going out with somebody outside of school for several days. For the past two weeks the ten year old just comes home, does her homework and puts her nose in one of the books her Uncle Spencer recommended.

The girl only looks up at her mother to shake her head. “Why not, Sweetie? I haven’t seen William and John in so long. Are you still friends with them?” (Y/N) nods again. “So what is it? Are you guys fighting?” Haley sits down next to her on her bed.

“No, they just-just don’t know about this. I don’t want to tell them. And I want to stay home. It’s ok how it is right now”, she admits. Her mother’s heart breaks at that statement.

In this moment she realizes that anything a parent does has immediate consequences for the children. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I didn’t know this is so hard for you. Maybe you can talk to them over the next few days about it, I think it’ll help you. Do you want to watch a film with me for now? Jack has a sleepover at a friend’s. We can do a girl’s night. We hadn’t had one in a long time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes light up at that. “With all the candy in the world?” Haley smiles at the newfound excitement. “Of course. Anything you want.”

From only seeing Aaron every now and then it suddenly turns to not knowing when she will see him next. After George Foyet ambushes him and makes his family into the next target, (Y/N), her brother and her mother have to go into witness protection.

The goodbye at the hospital is painful and filled with tears. “But Dad, I don’t want to leave you. I’ll miss you too much. I don’t like not seeing you. And what about you? You will be more lonely and-and I can’t leave you”, she confesses, sobbing into him.

Hotch has to hold his own tears back. He doesn’t want to come over as stoic, but as the strong father figure he always tries to be. “Honey, I know I’ll miss you so much. You have to be strong for your mother. This will not be easy and I know it. I promise to do my best to get all of you back as soon as possible, ok? Please be good for your mother and behave. We all need to work together for you to get back fast and safely.”

(Y/N) continues to cry into his hospital gown. Aaron can’t help it and dissolves in tears himself while trying to calm her down. “Shh, Honey. Everything will be fine. I’m so so sorry for all this. I never wanted something like this to happen. Shh, we will see each other real soon. The team and I will do our best. Just please, don’t cry. Please, it all will be better. I can’t let you go without seeing your beautiful laugh for one last time.”

“I don’t wanna leave you, Daddy. I-I wanna stay with you and Uncle Dave and Auntie JJ and Uncle Spencer and Uncle Der and Auntie Penny and Auntie Em. I’m scared you won’t be fine when we come back.”

It’s needless to say that nobody cracked even a smile that day.

Going into witness protection made Haley worry about Jack especially. He is just four years old and she isn’t sure how much he understands about what’s going on. Surprisingly the boy gets accustomed to the situation pretty fast. Of course he misses his father and his people from school, but he is also quick to meet new ones in the town they moved to.

(Y/N) has bigger problems. New school. New kids. New everything.

“Maybe you can see it as a fresh start. Here is nobody you know. You can be whoever you want to be. I can take you shopping and you can try out a new style”, her mother tries to make the situation sound advantageous to her. But the girl dryly answers: “When somebody doesn’t like me how I am now, how will they like an act?”

Sam Kassmeyer regularly reports back to Aaron about his family’s well being. “Jack is thriving. His teachers describe him as a bundle of joy. (Y/N) slowly gets acclimated to the change. Haley told me she started making friends with a girl in their neighborhood. I already ran a background check and the family is clean.”

Hotch lets out a sigh of relief. He turns towards the image on Penelope’s monitor. “Happy fifth birthday, Buddy.”

A few weeks after that it seems like the events overturn each other.

Foyet coming back. Kassmeyer getting tortured. Foyet finding Haley and the children. Them coming back to their house. The call. Working the case with Jack. The gunshot. The fighting noises. Hotch opening the box and hugging both of his children, relieved to see them alive.

The following weeks are difficult for the now smaller family. They mostly consist of watching videos of happy memories and talking about their feelings. Although it’s more like Jack talking about his feelings, (Y/N) went mostly silent ever since their mother’s death. This worries her father more than anything.

Two months have gone by. “Hey Honey, I’m going into the office today. Do you wanna come with me, stay at home or go to school? Anything is fine by me”, he asks her softly, kneeling beside her chair at the table. The girl is munching on her cereal halfheartedly.

“Can I come to the office?” (Y/N) asks in a hoarse voice. It’s actually the first time in four days that Aaron hears her voice. A small smile forms on his face. “Of course, that’s nice. Aunt Penny is asking me after her favorite Hotchner for days on end now. And Uncle Spencer got a stack of books he has for you to read.”

His daughter nods and quickly gets ready. They are soon on their way to Quantico after dropping Jack off at daycare. “How are your classmates? Do you like the new school?” They decided to send (Y/N) to a different school. She couldn’t bear the thought of only being the girl whose Mom died because of a serial killer.

“It’s fine. There are a few girls who are really nice. I think we can be friends. Mo-” She suddenly cuts herself off. Aaron glances over at her. “Continue, Sweetheart. Just tell me what’s on your mind”, he tries to encourage her.

The girl hesitates before following her father’s advice. “Mom would have liked them,” she mumbles. It’s quiet for a few seconds. Hotch is looking for a suitable answer. After all it’s the first time she talked about her mother since her death. “I’m sure of it, Honey. Maybe you can invite them over and I can get to know them. Think about it, no pressure of course.” (Y/N) nods to indicate that she heard him.

Not long later they enter the bullpen. “There she is! My little Hotchner! How you doing, Baby?” Derek asks her and envelopes her into a hug. But she only shrugs her shoulders. This goes on for the rest of the day. Whenever anyone talks to her, the only answer is given by her body language.

Hotch watches helplessly Spencer trying to engage in a conversation with her. His arms and hands are waving around. (Y/N) though just looks at him without being really there mentally. It seems like she is lost in her own thoughts, like it happened so often over the last few months.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” Dave asks, sitting down on the chair opposite of him. Aaron looks at him funny. “Of course. But (Y/N) is just not ready to talk about Haley and everybody grieves differently. I can’t force her to speak, Dave.”

The older agent leans back in his seat. “I don’t think she needs to talk about her. This probably is too soon. She needs to talk about you. The changes.” After a short pause, in which the other one still doesn’t get the point, Rossi continues. “That little girl just lost her mother. She is scared to lose her father, the one with the high risk job. I think that is enough to talk about.”

This occupies the agent for the remainder of the day. Aaron was so invested in fulfilling both parent roles, that he forgot that he is just a father. The man his children go to when they have a nightmare. The one, who is more lenient than their mother. He can’t be both ones. He can’t be two people in one.

A kid trusts a mother and a father usually. And he can’t be mother and father at once. Hotch has to accept the fact. The fact that (Y/N) and Jack are going to grow up without a mother. But luckily not without mother figures.

Later that day, after tucking Jack in, Aaron knocks on his daughter’s door. A small “Come in!” echoes back to him. He enters her room and spots (Y/N) already in her bed reading a book Spencer gave her today.

“Hey, do you have time before it’s lights out?” He asks, still wanting to give her the upper hand on this. The girl nods and scoots over for her father to take a place. He lays next to her, pulling his daughter into a hug.

“I know I can’t promise it. Coming back to you every time. You know it as much as I do. But I promise you to try anything and everything in the books. You guys keep me going.” Tears roll over both of their faces.

“I-I just”, (Y/N) moves her head onto his chest to sob into it, “Just don’t wanna lose you, too. I-I don’t think I-I can’t be the girl, who doesn’t have a mother AND a father. C-can you stop that from happening?” Hotch has to wipe his eyes before answering.

“I-I try to keep that from happening, Honey. I promise.”

This is how they fall asleep, squished in a twin bed close to each other. In the morning they both are overheated and got a visitor during the night. Jack wakes them up, asking why they had a sleepover without him.

This morning is the first time Aaron sees (Y/N) smiles since day zero.

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[endeaavorr]

[18.23]

the third vibrate from your phone successfully prodded your eyes to wake. your left arm numb from the way you accidentally slept on it hurriedly reaches out to put your phone on silent, not wanting to wake him up. ah yes, him. you look at the dimmed screen of your phone, 5.00 am 8th of August.

your heart warms at the sight. you lean back to the mattress facing up, trying to stretch your body properly before starting up the day. you turn your head to the left and see his sleeping figure. the slow rise of his chest, the slight part of his lips, and the nasty scar, as shoto calls it, settling happily across the side of his face.

you don’t usually get to see this side of him, either because he doesn’t come home that night from work, or you’re too tired to pay attention, or the two of you passed out right after doing it. so you hit the snooze button once more and studies his face, your right hand now softly leaning on his broad chest, neat fingers tracing the outlines of his never aging face.

but the morning haze soon is replaced by your default mode. pulling enji’s cover to his chin to keep him warm, you get up to start preparing breakfast, you wanted to make it extra special for today.

for the last month the two of you has been, how do you say it, distant. you were taking extra shifts at your agency to afford this watch you wanted to give him on his birthday. even so, since you can’t tell him why he’s starting to come home to a cold empty house, it’s been quiet and rather uncomfortably awkward. you kinda feel bad in a way, so you’re determined to make today work.

you were so drowned in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize enji already woke up and finished his morning run.

“good morning, papa.” you greet him with your usual kind eyes.

“morning,”

he’s fresh out of the shower, wearing a sleeveless shirt and a lounge short, a small towel sitting on his damp hair. he sits on the tatami while you plate breakfast for the two of you. the air is dry and suddenly even the tatami is not that comfortable.

breakfast was quiet, it has always been quiet. but not like this, it’s normally filled with you clinging to his arm and playfully sneak your head under his arms right above his folded feet, facing him with a half closed sleepy smile.

you steal glances at him but he’s always looking down. just when you have the courage to break the silence, he says i enjoyed the food, and puts his dish in the sink.

“i’m staying out tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

you were only able to muster a ‘good luck at work, papa!’ before he’s gone again.

it’s 5pm. you just got home from enji’s agency, dropping of a set of suit you picked up from the launderer. reservation is at 8pm, you have three hours to call him about it and get ready yourself.

“hello,”

“ah papa ! are you busy now ?”

“yeah, i thought i told you this morning.”

it’s a lie, you asked his assistant and his schedule is empty from 5pm above.

“well, not according to your assistant apparently.”

it’s silent.

“well, i just dropped off something for you at the receptionist ! make sure to wear them, dinner’s at ___ at 8pm under my name, i’ll see you there papa ! i love you!”

“wait—“

you leaned to the wall behind you and press your phone to your chest in a relieved sigh. really, you’ve been living together literally your whole life, how are you still nervous like a preteen talking to their first crush ?

you shake your head mentally and start to get ready. in the mean time.. enji is dumbfounded. he’s just confused and the receptionists are grinning knowingly, which makes him even more, confused. good thing his office has a shower and a spare room though.

it’s 7pm. you apply some final touches of light make up. the two light honks from outside signals that your driver is here, ready to take you. the restaurant is pretty close from enji’s office, but it takes a good 25 min walk from the todoroki residence and you don’t wanna ruin your hair.

you get up and look at yourself in the mirror, you’re wearing a black designer dress that exposes your shoulders with a small purse on the right of your hand. you’re ready to go.

8 pm.

“ah, endeavor-san, how can i help you tonight ?”

the hostess welcomes enji with a polite smile.

“i have a reservation under my daughter’s name, todoroki y/n.”

“right this way, sir.”

enji follows the hostess to a more secluded table from the others, he notices it’s way quieter than the main dining hall, the view next to both of the seats are the wide view of city lights. the waiter serving them tonight introduces himself and hands him the menu, while pouring water from a sealed glass bottle to enji’s glass. he looks through some pages but then decided to just wait for you to order.

you arrive no later than five minutes after he did, welcomed by the same hostess, and immediately taken to your table.

“you look good, papa.”

“you too,”

he takes his time to scan over you, your neatly styled hair, your set of greenish ocean eyes that matches his, the scar on your left cheek that you wear proudly, and lastly the way he realizes again just how breathtaking you are.

on the other side, you feel your heart flutter. he looks really good. the slightly opened white shirt, the perfectly tailored navy suit, emphasizing his strong arms that has saved way too many lives, too many times.

enji was too busy staring at you he didn’t even bother taking a look at his menu. and by the time the waiter was ready to take his order, he just went with the classic i’ll have one of what she’s having.

“how’s your day, papa?” you started the conversation.

“it’s normal, busy.”

you place your right hand on top of his, thumb gently rubbing comforting strokes on his palm.

“i missed you, you know.”

“well, you’re the one who’s been away so much.”

you’re honestly a bit startled at his bluntness, he usually won’t do things like this. you get a bit shy and shifts your gaze from his to where your palms are lightly entangled.

“i’m sorry papa, i can’t help it, i needed extra shifts.”

“for what ? is it about money ? you know you can always ask me, right ? i don’t mind providing for you for the rest of my life as long as i get to come home to you, and not just a cold dead hall.”

you’re out of words, his brows is contorted, and the glint in his eyes shows something you guessed to be dissapointment ? guilt ?

“i’m sorry,” you say again, hands shyly squeezing his and the other toying with the ends of your skirt. your heart still goes on a marathon when it comes to him.

the dinner was nice, it’s slow paced and calm, just like how he likes it. the little tense you two had is now slowly melting away. opting to take a walk home instead, you walk hand in hand under the generous light of the moon.

enji took off his suit halfway and put it around you, keeping his right hand in his pocket while his other is entangled with your much smaller one. his shirt has now one more button open, sleeves rolled neatly three times as they rest proper on half of his arm.

you can’t stop smiling, butterflies going crazy in your stomach like a lovesick fool, that you maybe are. you don’t know if it’s from the wine, but he’s way more talkative right now, you’re making jokes here and there, laughing to yourself while gripping his hand tighter and hugging his arms with your other hand. he’s laughing a little too, not that he doesn’t appreciate it, that’s just how he is.

you’re waiting to cross the road at the last junction before you reach your home, the road is clean empty but the light is still red. the both of you don’t mind, he takes this chance to pull you tighter against him and breathe the always comforting natural scent of your hair.

your solace is interrupted by the ding of the crossing light turning green, but enji doesn’t let go, so you start walking slowly like that, pressed against each other, steps getting tangled making it hard to walk. the things you do for love.

it’s 11 pm.

he goes in first while you lock the front door and make sure all the lamps in the yard are on. he sits down and starts to take off his shoe, you quickly slipped of your heels and crouched between his legs to do it for him instead. your short dress riding up, displaying your already exposed milky thighs in its glory.

you can tell where he’s looking and feel the twitch of your insides from the yearning you’ve been holding back. he reaches out his right hand to caress your cheek. you lean to his rough hands and give him a faint smile before you push your body towards his in attempt of pinning him down, disguised by an innocent hug. your head resting on his chest while he supports himself with one arm and holds you back with the other. he face touches the bare skin of your neck and finds comfort there. pressing kisses that quickly turned wet.

you lift up your head and pulled his supporting hand towards you, making sure he’s fully laid on the wooden floor, arms caging his head, hazy eyes looking down on his meaningful orbs. it’s not long before you crash your lips together in a desperate kiss, your spit drooling down his chin, his stubble grazing the smooth well cared surface of your face.

you sit down on his crotch and he abruptly breaks the kiss with a groan, but you’re quick to grab his face and pull him in an even more passionate open mouthed kiss, his hands find the swell of your ass and guide them so you’re now grinding on his growing bulge too.

the mutual need to breathe forces both of you to break the kiss. foreheads now touching together, heavy ragged breath mixing, the intimacy making you dizzy. but the high wears off sooner than you thought and you can’t help but hide your reddened face to his neck, not wanting him to see you blush, hands clutching him tight as he sits back up holding you properly.

“let’s go take a bath, i’m sweaty.”

you can only offer a weak nod, still too embarrassed of what you just did. he hoists you up to his shoulder and carries you to the bathroom.

it’s so warm. you’re sitting between his legs leaning to him, his strong arms on your stomach protectively, body radiating comforting warmth to yours, making the both of you completely relaxed.

you almost let yourself fall asleep if not that you remember about his gift. so you get up first, telling him to enjoy the bath a little longer and go sprint to your room.

you quickly dried your hair and put on a set of babydoll you’ve been keeping for this day. it’s a simple white see through babydoll with soft lace that hangs prettily on your supple thighs. you put on your sleep robe and go to his room with a deep green paperbag on your right hand.

it’s 11.30 pm.

the futon is laid and you’re sitting above it on your knees, your gift hidden behind your figure.

enji comes out of the bathroom already in his sleepwear, a black set of loose shirt and a matching pants. his hands are still busy trying to dry his own hair until he looks up at the sight of you and pauses.

you pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit there. he walks up to you and sit crossed legged in front of you. he can see the rather big paperbag behind you but decided not to say anything.

“what is it ?”

you opened your mouth in attempt to answer him but was left with nothing, so you just shoved the paperbag and places it in on the little space between the two of you, encouraging him to open it. he’s still not getting it and looks at you with genuinely asking eyes, but you’re too stubborn to meet his eyes and just keep looking at the walls to your right, peach blush already forming again.

“it’s for you,” you brave yourself to look at him in the eyes and finally say it, “happy birthday, papa.”

enji felt like his brain short circuited. but you ushered him to open your gift before he could say anything. you watch as his big hands fully envelop the big green box inside, the one your clumsy hands almost dropped.

he opend the box and stares at it for a while. it’s a platinum rolex day-date 40 from it’s 2021 men collection.

“this is expensive,” was the first respond he let out.

“we-well, that’s why i’d been taking extra shifts,” you sheepishly rub the back of your head. enji’s strong gaze didn’t waver.

“you didn’t have to—“

“but i want to !” you cut him,

“it’s just—“

you grab the pillow behind you and hide your face in it, finding it hard to speak to him eye to eye like this. “i love you, and sometimes i can’t help my feelings, i just thought, this is what people do to their loved ones.. you know,” you explain in a voice growing smaller than before, almost completely muffled by the pillow.

he lets out a sigh before repacking his gift, putting it back inside the paperbag and placing it on his side. you’re getting nervous.. is he mad ? did he not like it ? were you pushing it ?

all your silent doubt dies down as he pulled you close to his chest.

“i love you too, thank you.”

his voice runs beautifully through your ear, the sensation going straight to your heart. you ease up and holds him back.

“um, papa,”

“hn”

“i still have another gift,”

he pulls back and looks at you with a raised brow. you better not have unnecessarily give up you rest just to buy him a ‘gift’, it translates. both your hands come out in front of you in a waving motion to dismiss his half true accusation, but you struggled so much trying to pull out the right words.. you just let out a bashful sigh and unties the knot in front of your outer, before letting the dense fabric hit the floor, revealing the pretty babydoll sitting pretty and proper accentuating your pretty pretty curves.

he stills.

“do-does it look weird..?”

he scans over you for a while but your embarrassment made you thought he was looking at you in a weird way.

your cheeks are heating up, eyes glued to your thighs before you hear a rustle and suddenly your back is against the futon with one arm pinned above your head by his weight, and your other one is in his, you look at you favorite set of eyes that matches yours and the blue sky, he presses your hand to the side of is face and land a deep kiss on the innerside of your wrist, leaning against it while staring back at you.

it was a good birthday.

happy birthday todoroki enji, 8.8.21

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[sporadicthingcollection]

Cute SFW idea: Irno comes across a friendly stray Tooka cat and decides to bring it home, much to Bane’s chagrin. In natural cat fashion, it immediately takes a strong liking to the person who never wanted the damn cat in the first place (in this case, Bane) and slowly becomes his cat.

This is an EXCELLENT prompt and it was VERY fun to write thank you from the bottom of my heart

99 Problems: Entry #69 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: Cad Bane hates your pussy.

Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: Mild animal abuse, mild sexual situations.

DRIVE B//: User > Me > Documents > Text > Personal > Other > list1.hpd

LIST OF REASONS YOURE A PAIN IN THE ASS AND I SHOULD TURN YOU IN

#69: YOUR FUCKIN PUSSY

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Bane leans against the speeder, hat tipped down low, drumming his fingers on the butt of his LL-30s. He’s not worried about you. Really. You’re a capable little burglar and damn near impossible to catch -- by anyone that isn’t him, anyways. And you’re paying him specifically not to catch you, so you should be in the clear.

His wristcom crackles to life. “I’m out,” you chirp. “No followers. Headed to the rendezvous.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Attagirl. “I’m in a red two-seater in an alley off Fourth. Drop in and we’ll head off.”

“Roger roger,” you say in your best droid impression. It’s not very good, but it gets a half-smile out of him.

He swings his legs over the edge and into the driver’s seat. He’s not used to being the getaway driver, but hey: fifty thousand credits to sit in a speeder and do nothing is a deal only a fool wouldn’t take.

He twists the ignition, and the engine purrs like a tooka-cat. He sits back. Now all he has to do is wait--

Shff shff shff.

Bane’s hand goes to his blaster as he looks around. Something moved. He knows it. He heard it. Couldn’t have been Human, though. Too small. Too quick.

He’s so focused on scanning for the threat that he barely notices when you drop into the seat beside him. The jangle of metal in the bag you carry echoes off the walls of the alley.

“Think you were followed, girlie,” he murmurs.

“That’s not possible,” you say, voice low. “I was in and out. No alarms, no nothing--”

Shffff. Clank.

It’s coming from behind the garbage bin, deeper in the alley.

“Do we take him out or just take off?” you whisper.

“Yer payin’. Call de shot.”

You think. “Take him out,” you say, “but I wanna watch you shoot.”

He grins. Your hybristophilia will never cease to amuse him.

Drawing one of his LL-30s, he slips out of the speeder and lands silently on the ground. He’s got it all planned out: shoot this sucker as foreplay, make out a bit in the speeder, then fly off back to the ship to fuck you wearing that jewelry you just stole. Perfect end to a perfect evening.

A shadow jumps out at him. It’s half the size of a Jawa and he misses both shots he takes at it because of it. It streaks across the ground and into the speeder. You shriek in surprise and he goes to fire, only to pause.

Staring at him is a big ol’ tooka-cat, black as a starless night and with a single yellow eye.

He’s relieved until you let out... noises. A string of words in a strange, high-pitched tone that he’s only heard in the context of mothers talking to babies.

“A kitty!” you coo. “Sorry, sweetie, we almost shot you!”

He sighs. “Thank de Maker,” he mutters. He holsters his blaster and flaps his hand at the cat. “Shoo. We gotta get outta here.”

The tooka-cat stares at him a moment, then lets out a scraggly mrrrow. Bane just cocks his brow at it. It then turns to you and lets out the same mrrrow.

You reach out to rub its head, and it butts up into your hand appreciatively. “What a polite little fella, asking for pets,” you say. “Nice to meet you too, little guy.”

Since you’ve clearly lost your mind, he gives you a moment. “Alright, alright. Enough o’ dat. Let’s go.”

The cat doesn’t move, just happily receives your pats. You don’t make any motion to shoo it away.

He pulls out his blaster. Your reaction is one of wide-eyed horror. “Don’t even think about it!” you cry. You pick up the tooka-cat and set it in your lap.

Bane can really only blink at you as he replaces the weapon. “...so ya have no problem wit’ me shootin’ people, but ya draw de line at a cat?”

“Cats never did me no wrong,” you say simply.

He shakes his head and hops in the speeder. “Get rid of it so we can go.”

You frown. You look down at the tooka-cat, now purring, then back up at him.

He frowns back at you. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll keep him on the Breeze,” you say. “Not like he can climb the ladder anyways.”

“No.” He fires up the engine.

You jut out your lower lip, only to pause. Obstinate realization dawns on your face. “I don’t need to ask for permission,” you say. “I’m keeping him.”

Bane stares at you. When he realizes you’re not going to budge, he just shakes his head.

Starting the engine, he takes off with you -- and your passenger -- into the night.

---

Bane thought for sure he was going to get laid that night. He’d been planning on it. Showered, put on a clean shirt, brushed his teeth, everything.

And all that effort went to waste because of a fuckin' cat.

It’s been hours and you haven’t even changed out of your thieving clothes. You’re seated at the booth in your galley, watching the tooka-cat lap from a dish of water you’d placed on the table. You’ve got a big sweet smile on your face that would make his heart do somersauts if it was aimed at anything except that fuckin' cat. You haven’t even looked at your haul. Or at him.

“I’m turnin' in,” he calls.

“Sure,” you reply. You are very clearly not listening.

“Be sleepin’ in yer bed,” he says. “It’s comfier.”

“Uh-huh.”

He leans against the wall. “Ohnaka called. Said he’s got his hands on the Jewel of Yavin, the Crown of Rana, and most of de Alderaanian coronation jewels.”

“Yup.”

He examines his knuckles. “And I’m crazy in love wit’ ya, li’l lady. Will ya marry me?”

“That’s fine.” The tooka-cat stretches, and you coo. “Ooh, that’s a big stretch for a little kitty!”

And if that didn’t get your attention, nothing will. He heaves a sigh and departs for your bed.

Very rarely does he feel dejected, but this is the most down he’s felt in a while. He likes the attention you give him, sexual and otherwise, and he’s gotten perhaps a bit too used to it. It’s on him, really.

He trudges up to your quarters and shucks his clothes, throwing them over the back of your vanity chair. He peels back your big, fluffy comforter. Since he’s got it to himself, he can sprawl out, limbs splayed and fully extended.

He’ll take that win. It’s the least he deserves.

---

Bane wakes up to your fur coat on his chest, heavy and warm. It’s not unpleasant, though he’s a little confused as to where it came from. Maybe you put it on last night to admire yourself in the mirror and threw it on the bed without thinking. Doesn’t sound like you, though. You keep meticulous care of your fur.

He brings his hand up to stroke it. He loves that coat. Soft and silky and so pleasant to the touch. Like the hair on your head, but finer and fluffier. You refuse to tell him how much it cost.

The coat moves under his fingers and he very nearly jumps out of his skin. He scrambles into an upright position, trying to get away from the zombie coat on his chest.

The tooka-cat scrabbles as it tries to get away, leaving little scrapes on his chest. The commotion wakes you, and the cat jumps onto you. It uses your face as a springboard to launch itself onto the floor and scamper away.

You stare after it, then turn to him, squinting. Judging by the bleary look in your eyes, you’re too groggy to be mad.

“...the fuck?” you ask.

He examines his chest -- no bleeding, but it stings quite a bit. “Fuckin’ cat!” he hisses.

You blink at him, then turn to where the cat was. Its black ears are pulled back as its one visible eye peers over the top of the steps. It looks between him and you.

“Aw, did he spook you?” You’re doing that high-pitched thing again. You clamber to your feet and onto the floor. “He won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.”

The tooka-cat blinks, then lets out a mrrrrow. It bounds up the stairs and butts its head into you as it passes. To Bane’s surprise, it jumps onto the bed and sits down, staring at him.

He flaps his fingers at it. “Go away.”

Mrrrow? it asks.

“I think he likes you,” you say.

Bane raises a brow at it. “Why?”

You haul yourself back onto the bad. “I ask myself that sometimes.”

“‘Cause I’m fuckin’ irresistable. Mystery solved.” He grabs the cat by the scruff, and it immediately goes limp. “Get outta here.”

“Hey!” You grab his wrist and make him drop the animal. You take it into your own arms. “Don’t hurt him!”

He’s killed at least a dozen people in front of you and yet you’re getting worked up over a disease-ridden little varmint. “It’s a cat, Favara.”

“And you’re a lizard,” you say. He scowls at you and you shrug. “Sorry, I thought we were stating the obvious.”

You set the cat on the ground, and it trots over to the stairs. You follow behind it.

He can’t help but stare at your ass as you walk away. It’s almost enough to make him forget his annoyance. Almost.

---

You make breakfast. Not for him, though -- for the fuckin’ cat. You and the fuckin’ cat get bantha bacon and scrambled eggs. He gets a protein bar.

And then you go out to do some shopping while he stays behind. With the fuckin’ cat.

He tries to ignore it. He really does. And, for the most part, it stays out of his way, perching on a countertop and peering at him or tucking its legs under itself and closing its eyes.

And then it gets bold. Jumps onto the table where he’s tinkering with his gadgets. Sits at his feet. Mrrows at him. Paws at his boot. He gently kicks it away, but it always wanders back.

The final straw is when he goes to take a leak and comes back to find the fuckin’ thing sitting in his hat. Literally in the crown. It flipped the whole piece over just to sit its ass inside.

He growls and swats it away. This little fucker’s gotta go.

His first reaction is to kill it. It’s too quick and small to shoot without putting a few holes in the wall, so he looks up what foods are poison to tooka-cats and goes through your cupboards.

But then he considers your reaction. You’d be furious, distraught, outraged... You’d hate him. He doesn’t want that. You’d almost certainly never sleep with him again.

Obviously the biggest loss.

So he throws it outside and locks the door. Hopefully it’ll find some other pretty girl to charm and mooch off of.

It meows for an hour -- long, drawn out caterwauls. Scratches at the door. Climbs up and around the ship to try and find a way in.

And then it stops. Bane thinks he’s finally free of the little varmint until he opens the door to get some fresh air and it zips back in.

He manages to snag it by the scruff. He drags it out the door and out into the docking bay, where he tosses it into an alley.

And yet, when he walks back to the ship, the little fucker is sitting on the ramp, waiting patiently for his return.

He drags it farther away this time, out into the city streets. He drops it into a trash can, a sturdy one with a solid lid -- but not an unused one. He can’t shake the feeling that you’d someone find out he’d killed it even if you didn’t see.

He thinks he’s rid of it when he returns to the ship and it’s nowhere to be seen. And then he enters the galley to find it sitting on the table, cleaning dust out of its tail, an open air vent above it.

Cad Bane is not a man prone to fits of madness -- that’s more Ohnaka’s speed. But somehow, this fuckin’ cat has finally made him snap.

“Ya li’l shit!” he spits.

He’s about to pull his blaster when the tooka-cat freezes mid-lick. Its ears perk up and it goes completely still, its one eye dilating.

Even on a non-sentient species, he recognizes that look. A hunter searching for its prey.

He holsters his blaster and decides to see what it does.

Without a sound, the cat jumps off the table. It presses itself low to the ground and slinks over to a closet. Its ears twitch and it stares intently at the door.

For several seconds, it doesn’t move. Bane strains to hear what it’s listening for. He wonders if it’s hunting shadows, but he’s never known a tooka-cat to be wrong. They’ll hunt sun motes and paper, but never nothing.

The cat’s ears go back. It looks to him, then the door, then back to him.

Cad Bane is not an altruistic man. But not being tall enough to reach the door panel isn’t the cat’s fault.

He sneaks over to the door and presses the button to open it. The tooka-cat slips inside in a streak of black. Bane hears sounds of a struggle -- claw-on-tile, items being jostled, hurried breaths. A small, barely audible dying gasp.

Moments later, the tooka-cat emerges, carrying a good-sized mouse in its mouth. It trots over to him and lays its quarry at his feet. It sits on its haunches, wrapping its tail around his legs, and peers up at him.

Mrrrow, it proudly declares.

His stomach churns and not in a good way. How long have there been mice on your ship? How many more are there? Are they on his ship, too?

He looks at the cat. “Clean kill, pussycat,” he says, “but good hunters don’t leave evidence lyin’ ‘round.”

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Negotiations go well. In exchange for room, board, and help with his crippling catnip addiction, the tooka-cat will keep the ship pest-free. Easily the best deal he’s ever made.

Bane is sitting in the galley booth, tinkering with the tension of his electro-lash cable, when you return. You’ve got an armful of boxes and bags, and you toss them down on the floor as you enter the galley.

“If Vincenzo’s dead--” you start.

He looks up from his cable to quirk his brow at you. “...Who?”

“The cat.” You plant your hands on your hips. “I know you don’t like him, but this is my ship and I’m the one paying you. He’s staying. So where is he?”

Bane points at his lap, and you squat down to look under the table. Instantly, your face softens.

In his lap, the cat -- Vincenzo, apparently -- trills as he stirs. He hops out of Bane’s lap and pads over to you, bumping his forehead into your shins. Bane returns to his tinkering as you squat to pat the little creature.

“So what changed?” you ask.

He shrugs, not looking up. “I’ve always liked pussy,” he says simply.

You let out a laugh so sweet that he can’t help but smile as well. He sets his tools down and stands. He grimaces a bit as his stiff legs stretch, but he strolls over to stand just behind you. You straighten up as he lays his hands on your shoulders, dipping his fingertips into the collar of your blouse.

Vincenzo, reading the room, trots off out of the galley, leaving Bane alone with you at last.

“Need something?” you ask, leaning into him.

He brings his hand up, placing his palm on the hollow of your throat, resting his fingers along the curve of your collarbone. He presses his face to your neck, inhaling deeply. His mouth waters at your scent, flowery and feminine.

“Been wantin’ ya since last night," he murmurs against your skin. "Fuckin’ cat blew all my plans.”

You giggle. “Well, you got me now. What’d you have planned?”

He rumbles low in his throat. He drags his tongue up your neck, from the base to just under your earlobe.

A shudder racks you. Before he can stop you, you turn and push his hips right up against the counter, trapping him between your arms.

You lean in close, ghosting your pretty little lips along his mouth. He darts forward to nip them, but you pull away just in time. You give him a mocking smirk that makes his blood boil -- exactly what you want, based on the glint in your eye.

He wraps his arms around your waist and, lifting you up, spins to set you down on the counter. He takes your jaw in his hand and, tipping it, examines your face. Round, smooth, pink, handsome as a holo. He squeezes your cheeks to pucker your lips. He loves the color you paint on them -- red today, dark and vivid.

Your eyes twinkle with amusement. “Just kiss me already.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says. “You’ve been awful rude t’ me, li’l lady. Y’owe me an apology.”

You give your eyes an exaggerated roll. “I’m sorry,” you say with a smile. “Please forgive me.”

He pretends to consider it. “No.”

You jut out your lower lip. “Please?”

He dips his other hand down, up and under your skirt. You jump as he trails his fingertips along your warm thighs. He grins at you. “Yer gonna hafta beg.”

You open your mouth, but he presses his fingers against the front of your... panties. He frowns and inwardly curses his luck. The one day you’re actually wearing underwear...

...ah, but he can feel the wetness gathering. The one thing the scrap of fabric is good for.

He releases your face and leans closer to you, adjusting his position. Reaching up, he slips his fingers between your skin and the elastic. He can already feel the warm, wet, welcoming heat of your--

Mrrrrow, Vincenzo declares.

You pull away from Bane’s face and look behind him. The twinkle in your eyes vanish as they go wide with horror.

“Is that a mouse?!” you shriek.

Bane turns. It is, in fact, a mouse. Vincenzo lays the furry corpse at Bane’s feet, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

He sighs.

Fuckin’ cat.

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[cow-smells]

Eli/Hawk x Reader: Changes

Request: Can you do a Hawk x reader where they are dating since a long time and y/n tries to handle with his change from Eli to Hawk? @sophiahardy912

A/N: Thought I’d write all cutesy lovey dovey fluffy smutty things but then this angst came out? sorry if i failed you idk what happened here

Words: 2054

Warning: A few cuss words

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Eli wasn't... Eli anymore.

Not just in a metaphorical way – he was Hawk now, inside and out. At first it was a refreshing change – you loved Eli back when he was introverted and lacking in confidence, but now Eli loved himself, and that was surely better.

    Confidence is a good thing. Right?

You remembered the day he texted you 'Dig it?' attached to a photo of him – classic brunette gone, dyed down and gelled up to a Blue Mohawk.

The phrase 'dig it' by itself was previously foreign to the boy, so of course the new bold hairstyle was a big shock for you. Not a bad one, just unexpected. Even more unexpected was the new attitude that came with it.

When Eli walked up to you the next day at school, he adopted a strut that came with his new hair and attire. You almost didn't recognize him without one of the comfy sweaters he previously would wear, the ones you would steal borrow when you'd go over to his on date night.

    It had been a while since you had one of those date nights – Eli wasn't fond of spending too much time in public, always feeling like people were staring at his lip – so you'd often spend the night at his house, watching some horror movie late in to the night, laughing together at cheap, unconvincing productions. Or, even better – clinging to him when a movie really was scary, finding an excuse to casually entwine yourself around him. You loved how he would turn red every time, as though you haven't been together for a long time now.

The last date night you two had was... unusual, yet exciting all the same.

Eli had been Hawk for a while now, and things were taking a turn for the worse. At first it was nice – Eli would link your pinkie fingers together under the table at lunch, Hawk would put his arm around you as you two walked down the hallways between classes. Eli cowered when anyone would so much as look at him; Hawk would shut down anyone who tried to start with him.

You didn't mind it, so to speak, when he got in to a fight with his former bullies. You were worried, of course, but Hawk knew how to handle himself. He beat the shit out of them and after years of Kyler and co taunting him, it felt like fair karma at play. You were actually proud. Hawk came home on cloud nine that day and you were all for being his cheerleader; it ended up being a night of great celebrations.

However, these days he was getting exceedingly violent with anyone who would look at him wrong. It was one thing paying back those who wronged him, but the whole karate thing was getting out of hand; it came to a red line for you once you saw his treatment of Demetri, the only one other than you and Miguel who accepted him far before he accepted himself.

You two had gotten in to a serious argument, Hawk stating that Demetri's treatment is his own doing for being such a nerd, you telling him to grow up.

A couple of days went by with you giving him the silent treatment. Hawk thought he'd just slide in by you the next day at lunch, kiss you and everything would be fine – but you weren't having it. If he didn't mind throwing Demetri under the bus so quickly, how long until that was you instead?

Not talking to Eli proved harder to do than you thought. After so long together it was strange, suddenly having this wall between you two. It had only been a couple of days of you riding the bus to school rather than on his motorcycle with him and you already felt an insistent pit in your stomach that refused to go away, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with schoolwork and your other friends.

So unsurprisingly, when Hawk texted you asking you to meet him at an unfamiliar address, you agreed.

It was dark out – the only people you saw around the road you were going down were a couple of shady looking dudes, only obviously under the influence.

You checked your phone again to make sure you were going the right way.

    “You made it!”

Eli's voice startled you, making you look up from your phone. Illuminated by the blue florescent lights from the shop he stood outside of, he seemed... relieved.

    “Yeah,” you answered simply, your eagerness to make up disapparating in to an unconfident hesitation. “what are we doing out here?”

    “Look,” Hawk took one of your hands in his. “I don't wanna lose you. And if that means being nicer to Demetri or whoever of those dorks, whatever. I can live with that. But not without you.”

You hated how he knew exactly what to say, even if it wasn't prefect. It was enough.

    “You didn't answer,” you said, allowing a flirtatious tone to creep up. “What are we doing here?”

Eli smiled, a smile that was more Hawk than Eli, and pulled you in to the shop after him, knowing he was well on his way to winning you over.

    “This is my guy, Rico,” Hawk introduced, fist bumping the older man. Between the familiar name, funny looking chair and sketches on the walls, you knew exactly where you were and what was about to happen.

    “Eli?” you tentatively called as Hawk guestued for you to sit in a chair behind the funky-looking one. Rico adjusted said chair and motioned for Hawk to come over. Eli sat on the chair, his back to you.

    “You sure about this?” Rico asked, preparing ink on a side table. “Sure,” Hawk answered confidently.

Naturally, your curiosity got you up on your feet towards Eli's other side – of course you wanted to know what he was getting inked – but Hawk quickly protested.

    “Stay over there!” he scolded playfully. “It's a surprise.”

The machine started buzzing and even though it wasn't you who was getting anything done, adrenaline started rushing, making you a giddy mess, forgetting all about your previous fight. As needle pierced skin, you spent the time waiting making assumptions over what Hawk was getting on him – at first you guessed the Cobra Kai snake, later guessing Sensei Lawrence in a heart – a suggestion that made Eli laugh particularly hard, in that way that he used to laugh when it was just the two of you (this earned a scolding from Rico, who couldn't get the work done if his canvas was jittering about).

It must have been twenty minutes at best before Hawk rose from the chair and turned to you, gesturing to the new piece over his heart – a heart with your name in it.

Was it possible to have your heart sink and jump simultaneously? On the one hand, you were realistic, and there would probably come a day where he'd regret this – a thought that made you sick. On the other hand, it was the most romantic thing you've ever experienced, and it was unlikely for anyone else to ever top that.

What was done was done, so you shoved aside any negativity and allowed yourself to revel in the love you felt, showering Hawk with kisses that quickly turned in to a deep, longing kiss – until Rico politely suggested you take the show elsewhere.

    Apparently “being nicer to Demetri” meant ignoring him altogether, besides some threatening looks. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than the alternative, so you let go of it despite it seeming like Hawk was constantly on the edge.

You were ready for another date night – the first since the tattoo parlor – ready to get away from school and its drama, just to spend some quality time with your boyfriend.

Now that he wasn't shy anymore, he suggested going to see a film in an actual movie theatre, which was exactly what you were doing.

The two of you split up – you needed to go to the bathroom so Hawk stood in line for tickets. By the time you had come out you had lost sight of your boyfriend – the crowd around the ticket stalls had suddenly increased.

    “You looking for someone?” a male voice asked. Turning around, a couple of guys you didn't know were approaching you. “Think you'd have more fun with us.”

Just as they reached you, a hand grabbed your arm. You were relieved to turn and see Eli – but he wasn't even looking at you. His eyes were locked with one of the guys – you could feel the tension in the air.

     “Eli, no,” you whispered firmly. His grip on you tightened, moving you aside – but you weren't going to stand for it. You stepped in front of him, grabbing hold of him as he did to you. “You start something, I walk.” your voice was low, not wanting those guys to hear, but serious enough to make Hawk understand you weren't playing around.

With a grunt, he looked down at you, took your hand and walked away.

You optimistically thought the worst was blown over.

You and Hawk were waiting outside the theatre to be let in, chatting away when Hawk stopped you mid sentence with a kiss.

Another pleasant surprise about Eli's newfound confidence was how willing he was to show affection to you publicly, while before you two could pass off as acquaintances at best.

It was rather random but you accepted the kiss – even when he deepened it, getting closer to you, pulling you closer to him.

His hands started sliding lower.

It wasn't anything you haven't done in the privacy of your bedrooms, but to get that intimate in public, in broad daylight – it was too much for your liking.

    “Eli -” you called, pushing away from him. He didn't allow it.

Pulling your hips to his with one hand on your bum, his other went up to hold your chin, tilting it back to grant him access. He managed to hold you for a moment before you mustered up the power to push him a few steps away from you.

    Hawk was visually surprised – whether because of you or himself, you were unsure.

    “What the fuck was that?” you asked, not bothering to keep your voice down this time.

Despite trying so hard to become this new person, new Eli still had old Eli's tells – and a quick glance he threw aside told you everything you needed to know.

Following his line of sight, the two guys from earlier stood there, watching the scene unfold.

    “So that's what this is about?” you huffed. “some territory marking thing?”

Hawk struggled to gather his words, his bottom lip bobbing wordlessly a couple of times before he spoke. “Look, you didn't want me to take care of it out there, so-”

     “So you do whatever you want with me? Like I'm nothing?”

    “Y/n, you know it's not like that-”

    “So what is it like?”

When Hawk didn't immediately respond, you turned on your heel to the exit. Hawk followed you outside.

    “Come on, Y/n, you know I'd never hurt you!”

    “You just did!” you yelled back. “you... I don't know you anymore, and I say that in the worst way.”

    “What,” Hawk huffed, “you want me to go back to being a pansy? 'Cause that's not going to happen.”

    “You know what's the worst out of all this?” you asked, coming to face Hawk. “at first I thought it was cool, you being all tough. Seeing Kyler become afraid of you. I thought it was great. But now... Now I'm afraid of you.”

Hawk frowned, the realization dawning upon him. “C'mon...” he lifted his shirt to show the heart tattoo dedicated to you. “Doesn't this mean anything to you?”

    “Make it mean something.” you replied with a heavy heart, taking a step back and left, leaving Hawk standing alone in the parking lot.

[outhereinnevada]

Hello there! Ok, I got an idea for the main trio. Maybe them reacting to their s/o catching a bullet in their teeth? Like they each think their s/o died from the bullet cause of recoil, so theirs like a moment of worry and fear, but when they just spit out the bullet, it’s just a variety of reactions cause 1. They’re alive, and 2. They just caught a bullet with their teeth. Have a nice day!!

1. Badass af

2. I love this prompt

Enjoy anon!

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Caught in My Teeth

Hank

Hank decided to bring you along for this mission. He had given you enough training that you were ready to fight off whatever came in. Your first ever mission was raiding a nearby AAHW base for anything vital (weapons, food etc.). You provided some backup for Hank in-case he got overwhelmed by the sheer amount of agents and engineers.

Making your way back to the truck you came in, you two had pretty hefty hauls of goods. Putting the bags in the back, you were about to enter in the passenger seat when you heard a door open behind you. Turning to see an agent who was planning to shoot you and Hank in the back. A single bullet went off and your head shot back from the recoil of the bullet.

Hank yelled out your name thinking you died, he glared at the agent before seeing that your head snapped back to look straight at the shooter. Hank was shocked, you caught a fucking bullet with your teeth?! You spat it out in front of you, the clinking caught the attention of the now shaking agent.

"Oh? Now, you've got a deathwish, don't you?"

You mercilessly turned that agent into swiss cheese at a moments notice.

"Let's go, I don't wanna stay here any longer than we should."

You got in the passenger seat waiting for Hank to start driving. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek before driving back to base. You smiled and started to nap.

Hank now remembers why he fell in love with you in the first place.

Sanford

You and Sanford were inseparable, the ultimate power couple some would say. Sanford had met you in a AAHW lab, you were being experimented on to become the ultimate soldier for the agency, catch was you would only respond to orders, so he broke you out of there before the control chip could be inserted in your brain. Since then, you've stuck by his side.

You, him and Deimos were searching an old base for any valuable info to help bring down the AAHW. Seemingly no signs of danger, you had your weapons lowered while looking around, eventually coming across an Engineering lab.

"Ugh, the engineering labs. I hate these guys."

You pointed to the deactivated Soldats, a clear look of malice on your face and your hands clenched in anger. Sanford put a hand on your shoulder, a gentle look on his face.

"Hey, don't worry. You're never gonna be like those busters. You're amazing the way you are already."

You sighed, giving a thankful smile. Giving a quick thank you, you continued looking around. Hearing a light whirr of electricity, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that one of the Soldats awoke abruptly. It immediately grabbed a nearby pistol to shoot your teammates, you tackled it to the ground with Sanford and Deimos noticing.

You proceeded to fight it when it suddenly shot at you, your head flinging back at the recoil.

"S/O!"

You sat in that position for awhile before spitting the bullet back at the Soldat's face. Enraged, you slammed your tightened fist into the Soldat's eyepiece, killing him instantly.

Sanford looked on in surprise, 1. He was relieved you were alive, but 2. You caught a bullet with your teeth!

"That was...fucking awesome s/o! I didn't know you were capable of doing that."

Deimos

You and the smoker were planning to hang out at a local bar, you were pretty well respected there so most people knew not to mess with you or anyone that came in with you.

The barkeep noticed you and Deimos walked in, he gave a polite wave and immediate started making your drink of choice.

"Ah, greetings s/o. The usual?"

You nodded, and motioned towards Deimos.

"He'll have a whiskey. You cool with that?"

He laughed.

"Yeah, I'll take a whiskey."

The barkeep nodded and started to make a whiskey for the smoker alongside your drink. You introduced Deimos to some of the patrons in the bar, they were cool with him hanging out there infact he found some new friends to call on if needed.

Clinking your glasses together, you slowly drank while Deimos absolutely downed his drink. You decided it was not a great idea to let Deimos drink much more if he'd scull them like that.

The conversation kept going for a couple more hours with more of your friends joining in on the conversation with a similar interest, they hated the AAHW.

Suddenly the conversation was cut off when a few agents walked in the door, they held some wanted posters in their hands, you and Deimos' to be precise.

The bar patrons looked on in disgust, the barkeep piped up and caught the agents attention.

"Excuse me, don't you remember that you're not welcome here. Especially since after what one of your guys did last time."

One pointed their gun at the barkeep, the other two pointed at you and Deimos. You quickly shot the two pointed at Deimos and the barkeep.

The agent pointed at you fired and it caused your head to fly back and hit the bar behind you. Deimos froze, he cried out your name thinking you were dead. The rest of the bar was silent, watching your still form slowly rise up, Deimos watching in shocked relief as you held the bullet with your teeth.

You launched forward and grabbed the pistol from the agent and held him by the neck. You spat the bullet onto the ground, a terrified expression on the agent's face. You smirked before snapping his neck letting his body drop to the ground.

"Sorry for the mess barkeep."

"No worries s/o, you did save my life after all. I'll get it cleaned up."

Deimos walked out with you, a childish grin on his face.

"That was awesome!"

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I hope you enjoy this anon and apologies for the delays on some requests, work is really straining me physically and mentally.

[matsbarzal]

#6 angst “just breathe, it's okay. it'll be okay." with mat barzal? 🥺

(also if you could make it gender neutral / non-binary reader for your favorite hopeless trans, I would love you forever 💙💙💙 but absolutely no worries if not!!)

angst #6. "just breathe, it's okay. it'll be okay."

word count: 1.3k pairing: mat barzal x gn!reader warnings: mentions of panic attack, anxiety

It wasn’t that you didn’t like going to Islanders’ events with Mat, it wasn’t that at all. Mat always stood by your side, eager to have you meet everyone, eager to introduce his partner to all his friends and fans. He always matched your outfits, always going out of his way to make sure the two of you looked great standing side-by-side.

It was the fact that all these events were so crowded, so overbearing, like you couldn’t walk away for five minutes without being hounded by the next person eager to talk about Mat, or about the Islanders’ success. You loved everyone you met, truly, but you could only last so long before the crowds, the noise, before everything finally just… got to you.

Mat knew how you felt about the events, knew that sometimes you just had to disappear into a bathroom, or out into the hall to catch a breather.

“Y/N’s okay, they just need a bit of a breather. Packed rooms like this and all these people aren’t really their forte.”

He never questioned your decision to take a walk, or a breather, constantly shooting you looks from wherever he was standing with Tito or Anders, eyeing you to make sure you were alright. Mat knew that crowds weren’t your thing, but he always tried to push you a bit, push you to get out of your comfort zone, push you to do things you wouldn’t have done without him.

It was something you appreciated immensely, especially because Mat always knew when enough was enough and that the push and the encouragement were going too far. Until tonight.

Casino Night was always one of the biggest events of the year for Islanders’ loyalist fans. And it was one of Mat’s favourite events out of all the one’s the team hosted throughout the season. He always said something about helping kids and knowing the money was going to a good cause made it worth dealing with loads of people for one night, something you had to force yourself to agree with.

That’s how you found yourself here, dressed to the nines and pressed into Mat’s side as he introduced you to people you didn’t already know. The room was slowly becoming more and more crowded as you both weaved your way in and out of groups of people, stopping occasionally whenever Mat recognized someone from previous events.

You could feel the anxiety starting to bubble up inside of you, your stomach churning every time a polite smile crossed across your lips to greet another person. Your shoulders had been tensed up since the two of you arrived at the event, only to strain more and more as the night slowly dragged on.

“You okay, love? Your hands are shaking, wanna go for a walk?”

Shaking your head at his worsts, you gently squeezed his hand in response, a tight smile lining your lips. “I’m okay, just getting a little overwhelmed. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

Pressing your lips to the edge of his cheek, Mat smiled brightly and squeezed your hand a little tighter, pulling the side of your body flush against the side of his. It didn’t take long for him to have to depart from you, his services needed at the Blackjack table to relieve Anthony of his duties for the next hour, promising you that he’d be back the moment he could get away.

Anthony smiled in greeting as he approached you, standing off to the side, observing the event.

“Big turnout tonight, eh?”

“God, you’re so Canadian. Eh?”

Laughing, all Anthony did was shrug as he looked around at his teammates and fans, the chatter evident in the room, the music from the stereos not blocking out the sounds of people enjoying their night.

“You having fun? Barzy said you weren’t the biggest fan of big crowds and huge events like this, but that you promised you’d come an’ shit. Just lemme’ know if you want to escape for a little bit at all, I know the perfect hiding place in this place. Mat and I dipped like… six times last year to go hide and shotgun a beer in peace,” a sparkle was evident in his eyes, a grin taking over his cheeks as he reminisced on the year prior.

Shrugging your shoulders with a small nod to your head, you surveyed the people around you. “It’s nice, I’m happy it’s all for a good cause which makes it worth it. Maybe I’ll go toss some money into Matt’s basket, see if I can steal Syd’s husband and convince him to bring their baby with him for the day.”

“They really know how to make some beautiful kids, huh?”

Nodding your head with a laugh, Anthony just grinned as he bid you a quick goodbye, maneuvering himself around you and towards the agent that was eagerly trying to get his attention.

Peering around you, you realized you didn’t recognize any of the surrounding people. Mat’s teammates were all at their stations, the few that weren’t were catered up to the front, the bidding war for a day with an Islander about to begin.

You could feel the skin on your arm start to itch, the air flowing through your lips becoming shallow as you tried to make out your surroundings. The feeling of your legs tensing up just another indication that you had to get yourself out of the room, and quickly. Which is how you found your legs moving before your brain could even comprehend what you were doing, pushing yourself out of the exit of the hall and towards the closest bench you could find.

Trying to calm your breathing through your nose and your mouth were impossible, the pace becoming quicker and quicker as you gripped the edge of the bench, your knuckles going white the harder your hands clenched. Every time you let out a breath of air, you could feel as it scratched against the dryness of your throat, your stomach churning as the nausea began to take over, the tears swimming in your eyes and making it impossible to make out anything, or anyone in front of you.

You jumped the moment you felt a hand on your arm. “Hey… hey. It’s okay, it’s alright. Just breathe, it’s okay. It’ll be okay, don’t worry.”

Pushing yourself closer into Mat, you felt his arm wrap around you gently, his hand gently caressing up and down your back as he whispered calming words into your ear. His fingertips were light as they feathered across your back, your brain trying to focus solely on that and the sound of his voice.

“It’s alright. It’s okay, I sound like a recorder, but it’s okay. We’ll go home, it’s alright. Everyone will understand, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone, especially when you still barely know anyone. I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, you gripped onto Mat’s head tightly, aggressively shaking your head as he looked at you worriedly.

“It’s not your fault, I just… I hate crowds. So much. There were too many things going on at once, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize how overwhelmed I was until it was too late, I’m sorry.”

The panic was still evident in the way your hands shook, the shallow breaths that continued to fall from your mouth as Mat held onto you gently, the way your throat was dry and sore, the heaviness in your eyes evoking a headache almost immediately.

“Why don’t we go to Denny’s? Or like… anywhere other than here? I’m bored anyways, how do some pancakes sound? Or some waffles? Maybe a parfait if you’re feeling a little frisky?”

A small laugh fell from your lips as you nodded your head at him, his kind eyes and his kind words convincing you that everything would be okay. His endearment and willingness to sit there and hold you as you calmed down, to sit there and whisper kind and soothing things in your ear the push you needed to get up, to follow him wherever he wanted to go next.

note: i hope this was perfect to your request, love!!! thank you for requesting, and i hope you enjoy <3

[st0nesnglitter]

The boss

This man, this fucking man, will be the death of me

Also it’s the gifs fault this has taken so long cause I’ve just been staring at him

Also thanks to @quindolyn who helped me write a part of this so I could get it out

Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fiction and the abuse of this power balance isn’t acceptable.

Smut lol

The constant tapping of keys could make you mad sometimes, a pattering melody that indicated that time was passing during your work days. The job was simple. Check emails, answer the phone and keep track of his schedule. During the months of working for Mr. Black you had also developed a habit of ordering his lunch. In his top drawer he always had some crappy candy to keep him going, sometimes walking down to the floor below to get himself a coffee, and nothing more. So you asked him if he wanted a sandwich when you got back from your lunch break and kept doing it ever since.

The sound of buzzing pulled you from your thoughts and you looked down to press the intercom button.

“What do you need, sir?” You asked politely and looked over at the calendar to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything.

“Will you please get in here?” Sirius responded before dropping the conversation, keeping pleasantries short.

You stood up and straightened out your skirt before walking around your desk. Even though didn’t need to you gave the door a small knock before opening the door to his office.

“What can I help you with?” You asked sweetly and closed the door behind you.

Sirius sat behind his pitch black desk wearing just a dress shirt and slacks, his jacket descarded over the stiff sofa by the window. His hair was pulled into a bun that sat at the bottom of his neck, a couple curls had sprung free and framed his face.

“Can you look over these forms for me and then get them down to HR?” He asked holding a folder up toward you and you stepped forward to take it.

“Sure, should I make copies and get them back here or are HR filing them?” You asked as you flipped through the papers to get an understanding of what they were about.

“Tell them to file them, don’t want to put any more work load on you, love” he said and looked up with a smile, before turning back to his screen, “that’s all”.

You took the folder and walked out to your desk again, a little more flushed in the face than when you walked in. Before you took the job you had heard how the boss was harsh and pretty mean when he wanted to, but Sirius seemed to have taken a liking to you. He had only spoken kind words to you and had never made you worked overtime. In the mornings he always greeted you, sometimes staying to have a chat about the day ahead, and if he didn’t stay to work late into the night he always bid you goodbye.

Your thoughts started to wander into a daydream as you tried to read the forms he had given you, slowly drifting to some rather inappropriate thoughts to have about your boss. But how could you not when he looked like that? Eyes shining like the moon with such a depth that could make anyone lose their breath, hair silky and shiny that fell over his shoulders perfectly and the most blinding smile. How you got to see him so dressed everyday always made your mind wander to how he looked under his clothes. And his hands, oh his hands, were the most glorious things you’ve seen. The rings he wears, the way the veins pop out when he grips a pen and how he gestures to make his point clear always made you drool and your knees buckle. It always ended up with you thinking about how his hands would feel on you.

You shook your head to rid the thoughts and took a deep breath. After lazily reading through you walked three offices over to give them over to HR. The secretary behind the desk was unfamiliar to you and you greeted him with a smile, making some small talk before walking back to your desk.

The rest of your work day was uneventful. Talking with other companies over the phone, planning meetings and updating Sirius’ schedule over the next month.

Two men walked in for an afternoon meeting and you decided to take a little break, going down to the nearest cafe.

When the two men came back out you met them with a smile and the blonde one walked up to your desk.

”He wants you to in there” he said before giving you a quick nod.

You finished up the email you were writing and went into the office. Sirius sat behind his desk with his jaw clenched, fingers tapping against the wood of the table.

“What’s wrong Sir?” It was clear that something was wrong with Sirius, tension radiated off of him, if the physical signs weren’t clear enough.

“Close the door please,” he commanded with a stern tone and a slight unpleasant feeling washed over you as his irritation was now directed toward you. For the whole time you had worked for him he had never been harsh against you.

Closing the door behind you, making sure it latched, you walked further into his office and thoughts were flashing in your head. Is he going go fire you? Did something happen to the deal? Was it your fault?

“Did those men bother you?” He asked, his eyes holding yours with what seemed like a kindness hidden behind layers of despise and

You furrowed your brow in confusion, had you missed something? The only words they had uttered to you was about him wanting you in his office.

“No sir, is something the matter?” He was silent, “Did they agree to your proposal? Should I begin the paperwork?”

He scoffed, leaning back further in his chair, “I won’t be doing business with them. I’m sorry if you wasted your time with beginning the paperwork.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t start it but may I ask why not? It seemed like a promising partnership.”

Sirius sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose, seemingly very upset over something. When he didn’t answer right away you opened your mouth to say some rushed apology if you overstepped some boundaries, but then his cool grey eyes shot up at you.

“They said some very unprofessional things about you and I don’t wanna validate their statements by going into a partnership with them”.

You were slightly taken aback by his statement: both relieved that you were not the one who explicitly did something but also even more stressed since he blew off a big deal because of you.

“Mr. Black, if I’m in some way am standing in the way of this deal I can stand back, work behind the scen-“ you started but got cut off by him standing up abruptly.

“You did not do anything wrong. They’re just sexist pigs who obviously never been in the presence of a gorgeous woman” he muttered out, dropping the professionalism and the proper words, shifting the energy in the room.

He turned around to look at you, the line in between his eyebrows softening and he slowly tilted his head.

“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to put this in you” Sirius put his hands in his back pockets and pulled his lips into a thin line.

“I’m just confused why you aren’t more upset about the deal” you said honestly, feeling comfortable to share your thoughts in the more casual conversation you had, “I’ve been planning sub-meetings for weeks”.

“They disrespected you! Said some shit about you being a trophy” he sighed and leaned against the front of his desk, “can’t stand stuff like that”.

Your eyebrows knitted together tighter and let your head fall into a shake as you huffed slightly.

“Don’t understand why I go higher than a multi million dollar deal”.

Sirius looked back up to you again and sighed, but not as frustrated anymore.

“You really don’t get it, huh?” He asked, mostly rhetorically, but was encouraged to continue when he saw your little shake, “you are ethereal. You have this magnetism to you and I’ve tried to stay away but it’s so fucking hard!”

You gasped slightly at his word and in a haze from his compliments you took two small steps forward, getting closer to him.

“Why don’t you try not staying away from me?” You asked in a quiet voice, almost like you didn’t want him to hear.

But, oh, did he hear you and he closed the gap in between you, soft lips grazing yours. He stopped his movements right before it became an actual kiss, savoring the moment before crashing into you.

The kiss went from slow and reassuringly to heated in a matter of minutes and you started to grip onto him harder, pulling him as close as possible. But as his kiss went down your neck you realized where you were and who you were doing this with.

“We.. we maybe shouldn’t do it here, in your office” you whimpered out, but your grip on him to get him closer, “you’re my boss”.

His lips kept attacking your neck, sucking and biting, and he huffed at your comment.

”We can stop if you want, just say the words” he challenged and nipped extra hard at your neck.

You shook your head violently and let out a gasp at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin, right by your pulsepoint.

“You’re a teenage wet dream” he pulled away to look at you, his lips a little swollen, “the sexy secretary”. He punctuated his words by grabbing a handful of your ass.

Sirius’ lips went back to your neck but slower this time. The passion was still their but it felt like he made an attempt to savor it, to take his time. His hands gripped onto your hips to push you closer to him.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk?” He growled as he pulled off his tie, snapping you out of your shock and your hand went to help him with the buttons of his white shirt.

His movements were harsh but you were always comfortable, he kept pulling away for eye-contact to make sure you weren’t regretting anything. And in your frenzy of pulling at the fabrics around his body your brushed against the package in his pants and his whole self tensed up. At first the placement of your movements and his reaction didn’t connect, but when it clicked you laughed breathlessly and started to palm his softly.

“Did that feel good, Mr. Black?” You asked as innocently as you could when you stood there with your skirt hiked up, red marks all over your neck and with your hand on your boss’ bulge.

“Oh you little minx” he growled before reaching for the buttons of your blouse.

Slowly the black fabric of your bra started showing and he let his forehead fall onto your shoulder, letting out a low groan, before taking in the view that was your chest. His eyes raked over your figure and a mix between a giddy smile and a mischievous smirk found its way onto his lips.

“You’re gorgeous, and all for me, huh?” He asked as his bottom lip got caught under his teeth.

You backed up so you could rest your butt against his desk, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Sirius’ hands found their way to the back of your skirt, fiddling with the zipper until he felt the nod of your head, pulling it down so you could step out of the garment.

When he got a glance of the black fabric of your panties that matched the bra he let his head fall back. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a chunk if your paycheck went to pretty underwear, one of your favorite ways of self-care.

He started undoing his pants as he watched you, eyes slightly glazed, and with his full attention on your body you felt a surge of confidence and your hands went behind your back to unclasp your bra. You let it fall to the ground, next to the rest of your clothes, and you smiled proudly at him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me” he muttered as he grabbed onto you again, kicking his pants of off him, “gotta be quick, love, and I promise to make it up to you”.

Sirius hooked two fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, kissing his way back up. Somehow he had pulled down his boxers too and your eyes went down to see the most glorious dick you’ve ever seen. Instinctively you went down to grab it but he caught you.

“Can’t right now darling, gotta be inside you right now or I might combust” he grabbed onto your hips and placed you firmly on the desk.

With your legs spread he had easy access to slowly push into you, eyes trained on yours to detect any discomfort. Your breath hitched as you felt him stretch you out, dragging a hand through his raven hair.

“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good” he let his head once again fall against your shoulder as he slowly brought his hips away from you, feeling every intricate detail of your inner walls.

The lazy pace didn’t last long though as his hips started to snap into yours, a rush flowing through his veins to make you feel as good as possible. You wrapped your legs around him and hooked your feet at small of your back.

“Harder Sirius, please” you whined, slightly embarrassed that he had made you so desperate so quickly, but the pleasure that resulted in your command let those thoughts fall out of your head quickly.

The sound in his office was downright filthy as you both moaned out loud, skin slapping against each other. Even though you were at a considerably public place that didn’t stop the noises that he pulled out of you.

“Fuck you’re so big, sir” you didn’t mean to utter the title in that moment, your need to be professional hardwired into you, and you felt Sirius slow down slightly.

“Say that again” he demanded.

“Yo-you’re so big... sir” you mewled out and his eyes scrunched together.

The speed that his hips were moving most have been close to speed of light, your body moving around like a ragdoll on the furniture. A pressure was forming in your lower stomach and an urgent need for release filled you. Your hand went down to rub at your clit but he swatted it away to do it himself.

“Are you getting close?” He breathed out, his thumb moving deliciously over your bundle of nerves.

The combination of stimulation got you so close that you couldn’t even utter the words before crashing over the edge. The way you squeezed him got him there too, filling you up with warm ropes of cum.

The two of you stood there for a while, foreheads pressed together, and basked in this new form of intimacy. Sirius slowly moved to pull out of you and let out a puff of laugh as he looked down at his clock.

“Seems like I might have kept you in the office after hours” Sirius smiled brightly at you and you shook your head with a giggle.

“Fine by me if that’s the work I do after hours.”