#sorry this took ages! it got buried in my drafts :/

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi I see you're opening request, so I'm here to ask for one. Thank you so much!

Plot: Zayne anger and his punishment when he find out you lied to him and get yourself in dangerous.

anon are you a mind reader?! 👀 bc I've had a draft of this sat in my wip folder for ages!!!

Hope you enjoy!! 💕

Sorry isn't enough...

Zayne x reader

Warnings: angst, lots of angst, no comfort, Zayne is mad (and possibly ooc)

Might do a part 2 (with a happy ending as an apology for this)

Zayne doesn't yell. In fact, in all the time you'd known him you couldn't remember ever seeing him lose his temper. Sure he got annoyed with you sometimes, mainly when you ignored his advice or turned up at the hospital with yet another injury, but it never boiled over into anger. He'd scold you like a child, giving the occasional icy glare, but nothing more. So when you limped into his office today, an hour late for your appointment and caked in dirt and dried blood, you were prepared to receive another lecture about safety from your primary care physician.

The minute you opened the door and took the first unsteady step into his office, you knew something was off. The air held an icy chill, causing a shiver to run down your spine, the tension increasing with every step. You could feel the pressure of Zayne's eyes on you as you approached his desk, piercing green gaze scrutinising every aspect of your appearance, taking note of every scrape and bruise, every smudge of blood that stained your skin and clothes.

"You're late." Emotionless and cold, his voice shattered the uncomfortable silence that had been present since you entered his office. Swallowing thickly, you finally meet his eyes, and immediately regret it. His expression is hard, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes which usually hold a tenderness whenever he looks at you are dark, and swirling with a storm of fury. Zayne is pissed.

Opening your mouth, the apology on the tip of your tongue quickly dies at the sound of Zayne's exasperated sigh. "If you're planning on apologising I'd suggest you save your breath. I have neither the time nor the patience to listen to whatever feeble excuses you plan on giving." His harsh tone hits you like an avalanche, burying you in the disappointment that is practically radiating from him. "I've warned you time and time again to be careful, to prioritise your safety and yet you seem determined not to listen. I've lost count of how many times you've limped into my office. You refuse to listen to my advice yet you come to me whenever your recklessness results in another injury. Tell me, do you insist on continuing this foolish behaviour until it undoubtedly causes your death?!"

A lump forms in your throat, eyes fixed on the floor as you desperately try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. Every cruel word Zayne seethes is another knife to your heart, cutting deep and carving themselves into your flesh. And despite your best efforts, you can't stop the choked sob that escapes your lips. Because it hurts. Seeing the man who has always treated you so gently fuming with rage, steely glare freezing you where you stand, forcing you to endure the brunt of his anger. His words melt together, flooding your mind and making your ears ring as they echo on repeat inside your head. You're so overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his disappointment that you don't even realise you're crying until a cold hand touches your cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear. His breath fans your face as he exhales a tired sigh, "come here, let me see your wounds" his voice is softer now, having lost its previous venom but his outburst has left a sour taste in your mouth. You pull away from his touch, shaking your head slightly as you wipe away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"I can take care of it myself...I wouldn't want to inconvenience you any further." You utter, keeping your voice steady and void of emotion. "Don't worry, you won't have to deal with my reckless behaviour anymore. Goodbye, Dr Zayne." Turning away from him you quickly make your way out of his office, ignoring the calls of your name, determined not to let him see you fall apart completely. With each step you can feel your heart breaking more, bleeding out and flooding your chest with every crushing word Zayne spat at you. You're not sure where you're heading, vision blurring with tears, you just know that the last place you want to be is with Zayne.

[sarcaasmic]

"Not bad," she smiles, the compliment is an understatement. She enjoys Luke's writings; she always thought him to be a talented lyricist. "I don't think you've shown me anything I didn't like," she adds to reassure him that she did in fact like the song so far. She leans back in her spot on the couch, her own song journal tucked under her thigh for now. "Have you shown the others?" she's curious what the song would sound like with a full band.

WE HAVE A WINNER ! the wheel spun & @sarcaasmic received luke patterson !

❝ i believe, i believe that we're just one dream away from who we're meant to be, now we're standing on the edge of great, ❞ luke strummed on his guitar, singing the lyrics to one of his newer songs. when he was done, he turned to the other. ❝ so what do you think? nothing short of amazing, right? ❞

[ambrozjas]

Hiii <3 before i start i wanted to say that ur fics are sooo good <333 okkkk so can you pleaseee please do a fluff with (aged up) sodapop curtis and he finally comes home to his fiancé after monthssss of being drafted out in war, and reader is like really shocked and emotional. maybe a bit of a song fic too? i think “it’s been a long, long time” by kitty kallens, would be suchhh a good fit!! just a LOT a fluff would be so good!! if it’s not any trouble!! thank uuu sm <3

it’s been a long, long time ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

TELL ME WHY I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC, LIKE ACTUALLY. SOMETHING TOOK OVER ME 😭 also, sorry i got a little angsty at the beginning, it’s more so a comfort type fic?? hope that’s okay 💕

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of war, crying, kissing?? i dunno i think it’s all pretty tame.

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

622 words, 3,325 characters

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never thought you would be here, standing so close to me

that’s all you could think about when you saw soda in the doorway, his suitcases in hand and his uniform still on. your mind flashes back to when you first learned that soda was drafted, how that night you were inconsolable. how could you be calm when your fiancé was about to be out fighting for his life? you remembered how that night how soda tried to comfort you, that night filled up with kisses in earnest, that night where you didn’t want to even let him go to the bathroom because you were scared that he wouldn’t return.

when he officially left, you were mainly alone, only keeping in touch with his brothers ponyboy and darry for their comfort and your own.

you remembered the amount of times you sat at your kitchen table, eyes empty as you fiddled with your engagement ring. one thing you thought about was, what if we never get to have this wedding? should we have gotten married sooner? you never stopped thinking about it. you can’t count how many times you lay at night alone in a cold, empty bed. you didn’t even want to wash the pillows for you feared they would lose soda’s scent.

there’s so much i feel that i should say.

you and soda just stared at each other, a small distance between you two, speechless. an almost deafening silence fell over the house. you eyes glossed over with tears as you ran at soda and threw your arms around his waist. sodapop, of course, embraced you back, burying his head in your hair as you shook with every silent sob.

but words can wait for some other day, you thought, tightening your arms around soda’s midriff.

he tilted your face up, cupping your cheek with his hand. you must’ve looked like a mess right now, red blotchy face with tears flowing down your cheeks and your nose wet, but soda didn’t care. he loved you too much to care, you could’ve been the ugliest crier in the room and soda would still dare compare you to a deity.

he brought his lips to yours, the salty taste shining through from all his tears. he pulled away for a quick moment, giving him enough time to press his forehead against yours, before he kissed you again. and again. and again.

kiss me once, kiss me twice

then kiss me once, again

it’s been a long long time

your hands tangled in in soda’s hair, the follicles still a militant length. your heart swelled as it felt like you and sodapop were the only two people in the world, like there was a spotlight shining on you two with no audience.

haven’t felt like this, my dear

since i can’t remember when

you reluctantly pulled away from soda, your hands resting on his chest. you let out a teary laugh at the way he chased your lips before he fluttered his eyes open, and when you looked into his blue eyes, you saw nothing but love.

you’ll never know how many dreams

i’ve dreamed about you

or just how empty they all seemed without you

you smiled at him, you realized that you could finally smell his scent against the bedsheets again, all those wonderful times you had with him can happen once more.

you tilted your head up and kissed your fiancé, and he practically melted into you. you could feel him smile against your lips as he pulled away and littered your face with kisses, kissing away all your tears.

so kiss me once

then kiss me twice

then kiss me once again

it’s been a long, long time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how is this only 622 words this felt like sm more in my notes app 😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[stargazer-sims]

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

I was tagged by @igglemouse @dandylion240 @igotsnothing Sorry it took me so long to get to this! It was in my drafts for ages and got kind of buried under other stuff.

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He's seventy-three. If he was in a contest for old people who move fast, he'd probably win a medal.

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What I learned is, if you're going to do questionable stuff on school grounds, make sure nobody catches you.

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"He doesn’t know how to make a good sandwich, ‘cause he cuts the crust off. Everybody knows you have to leave the crust on, so whoever eats it gets to peel the crust off it themselves."

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I'll tag @hannahssimblr @citylighten @wannabecatwriter

As always, participation is optional. If you've already done it or don't feel like doing it, feel free to ignore.

[thecreativitygeek]

NOTE: I'm switching away from Newsies content (at least for a while) so I thought for those of you who want it I'd post this story I've had in my drafts for a while. Love y'all!!!!

Warnings: Nightmares, abuse.

Summary: You have a nightmare about your past but Albert is there to comfort you.

Prompts: (36) "It's okay. I'm here." (55) "Stay... Please." (62) "I don't wanna talk about it."

It wasn't an uncommon thing for you to have nightmares. It was why you had always refused to stay at the lodging house with the guys. It was why most nights you were left scrounging for some decent shelter after a heated poker match. Sometimes you were lucky enough to find a decent place to sleep, but very rarely. Still, you wanted to to make sure they boys never found out about your nightmares.

That's why it took you hours to fall asleep when you were forced to stay in the lodging house by Albert one night when it was storming outside. You had tried to convince him that you would be fine to "walk home" in the rain, but he hadn't listened to any of it.

It hadn't surprised you when the same terrors that plagued your dreams most nights showed up again to torment you.

"Stop please." You pleaded, ignoring the tears falling out of your eyes. You could barely form a full thought, let alone create enough words that made sense to come out of your mouth.

"You're a worthless brat you know that?" You dad spat, alcohol on his breath. He currently had you pinned down on the floor. Not in an inappropriate way, but in order for him to have easy access to your back, which he continued carving little marks into as he spoke.

"Your mom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the whole world. You should have died instead of her."

You knew that you shouldn't trust a single word coming out of your dads twisted, alcohol infested mouth, however you couldn't' help but start to believe the things you had heard him say so many times.

"Now where's my lighter Y/N? I know you hid it somewhere." Your dad accused, cutting multiple more little red marks into your back.

"I don't have it." You cried, feeling like you could hardly breath. You squirmed to get away from your dad as he made cut after cut on your back.

It hurt so bad.

"I don't have it I promise!" You pleases, crying harder now. You were absolutely hysterical at this point, feeling like every breath was a forced gasp of air.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted, startling you awake. You flinched as you registered hands on your shoulders, but relaxed once you recognized it was Albert in front of you, eyes full of concern.

"Albert?" You asked, ignoring the way you sounded like a small child who had just seen a puppy get run over.

You could feel your bottom lip begin to quiver and your breath quicken as memories of your dad began to swarm in. You had never been an emotional person, so it was freaking you out.

"It's okay." He said, noticing your distress and pulling you into a hug. He sounded like the sight of emotions was something that absolutely terrified him, but still, he pulled you in tightly and let you bury your face in his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm here."

You didn't know how long the two of you stayed like that, but it was long enough for your quivering lip and few stray tears to turn to full on sobbing and your sobbing to turn into some quiet hiccups as you slowly began to calm down.

"What happened?" Albert asked eventually, his voice quiet so that he wouldn't wake up the others.

"Just a nightmare." You got out. "I'm fine. Sorry if I woke you up."

"I was already awake." He said, pulling away. You were both sitting on the opposite sides of the bottom bunk you were inhabiting for the night, leaning against the wooden poles that held up the top bed. "What was your nightmare about?" He asked, crossing his arms in a way that somehow wasn't at all threatening.

You paused for a moment, thinking about what you could say. None of the boys knew about your past. As far as they knew, you had just been orphaned at a young age and lived with your grandma until she died just a few years ago. When you joined the newsies. You couldn't tell Albert that you had been lying to him and everyone else for all of these years.

"I don't want to talk about it." You said quietly, looking away from him, and hoping her would leave it alone. You didn't want him to go away, but you didn't want him to keep asking questions. either.

"Okay." Albert responded. "That's fine. Um... come get me if you need anything." he added before walking away.

"Wait." You said, making him stop and turn around. You cringed at what you were about to say, but said it anyway. "Stay... please."

Albert looked like he wasn't sure what to do, but ultimately turned around and laid down next to you, letting out a soft "Okay."

(I know there's no sharing what actually happened but maybe I'll come back to it someday. Message me if you want to finish the story on your own)

[robiinjason]

Hiii, do you have any recs for Robin Jason comics? I'd love to read more about him but I have no clue where to start. Love your art btw it's all adorable <3

Sure thing!!! And omg thank you 🥺🥺 your art is super cute too!!

If I were to rec One Thing as a starting point for Robin Jason, Batman #408-#429 covers Jason’s main run as Robin and his death arc and is the main essential reading I’d recommend. It’s fairly short and a good place to start imo! 

Among others, it includes his post-crisis origin and first outing as Robin, his first meeting with Dick, the Garzonas incident, and his death and its immediate aftermath in the Death in the Family arc. 

While Jason’s time as Robin in post crisis is fairly short and not as hard to get through as other characters with longer runs, i know Reading Comics Hard so I’ll make a shorter list first, with more recs under the cut!

Batman #408-#409 (Jason's origin)

Batman #410-#411 (his first outing as Robin)

Batman #413 (smart boy Jason)

Batman #415 (more good Jason moments)

Batman #416 (his and Dick's first meeting, also Dick and Bruce argue)

Batman Annual #12 (has a solo Jason story set at his school)

Detective Comics #569-#570 (Jason gets to kick the Joker's butt)

Detective Comics #571 (the Scarecrow kidnaps Jason)

Detective Comics #573 (this one’s just cute)

Superman Annual #11 (Bruce, Jason and Wonder Woman visit Superman on his birthday and stuff happens)

Blue Devil #19 (Jason is pen pals with Kid Devil)

Batman: the Cult (a 4-issue pretty dark miniseries where Bruce is kidnapped and brainwashed by a cult. Some great Jason moments)

Batman #424-#425 (The Garzonas storyline, or when Jason may or may not have pushed somebody off a building. Trigger warnings for sexual assault and suicide)

Batman #426-#429 (A Death in The Family, or Jason’s death arc)

I’ll be referencing this Jason reading list, since it’s what I followed when I started reading. It can be checked for a more comprehensive list of his appearances too, since I’m not aiming for a full list! (though I might edit it to include more stuff eventually.)

First things first, Jason got rebooted once during his time as Robin; he was originally a circus kid like Dick in pre-crisis (before the reboot), and later in post-crisis got his more well-known origin as the orphan who stole the tires off the batmobile. I’ll be focusing on post-crisis Robin Jason since I’m still reading his pre-crisis run, but the list I linked has more info on that if you’re interested!

Batman and Robin-focused 

Stories centered on the Dynamic Duo!

Batman #408-#429 - Jason’s post-crisis run as Robin, as mentioned above! The last four issues are the Death in the Family arc. The Batman: Second Chances trade collects a good chunk of these (#408-#416), plus Batman Annual #11 and a couple stories from before Jason’s post-crisis origin.

Detective Comics #568-#582 - Jason’s Robin run in Detective Comics! It’s a fun read and Alan Davis’ art style is very cute imo. (Jason isn’t around from #575 to #578 due to getting hurt in #573)

Batman Annual #10-#12 - More Batman and Robin stories. #12 has a Jason solo story set at his school! 

Batman: the Cult - a 4-issue miniseries where Bruce is kidnapped and brainwashed by a cult. A pretty dark story and one of the last ones from before his death. Jason has some great moments in it!

Dc Retroactive: Batman - The 80s - Story from 2011 written by Mike Barr, who wrote Jason’s 80s Robin stories in Detective Comics!

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spetacular - One of the stories, More Time, is about Jason and Bruce and goes between the past (with Jason as Robin) and the present (with Jason as Red Hood). Short and very sweet!

Crossovers/Teamups

In which Jason meets or teams up with other characters, with or without Batman!

Blue Devil #19 - Jason is pen pals with Eddie Bloomberg/Kid Devil and teams up with him! 

Action Comics #556 + #594 - Jason meets Superman!

Superman Annual #11 - For The Man Who Has Everything, or where Jason goes with Bruce to Superman’s birthday, first meets Wonder Woman, and Stuff Happens. (Jason gets to be the hero!) 

New Teen Titans V2 (1984) #18-#31 - Jason joins the Teen Titans for a while! It’s fun to see him in a team and his characterization here is really good imo. (this is the span of issues he appears in but he isn’t in all of them)

Legends (six-part miniseries) - A DC crossover event! Jason has short but great appearances (the time where he breaks his leg, but wants to get up and help anyway).

Nightwing Year One #101-#106 - A rewrite of Dick's Nightwing origin with occasional Jason appearances until #106, which is a retelling of their first meeting where they work together to rescue Alfred. While I have Issues with the characterization of Jason in this, it has some cute moments and I’d be remiss to not include the story that introduces Dick’s nickname of “Little Wing” for Jason.

After his Death

Stuff dealing with the aftermath of Jason’s death and the impact it left on others. (Some of the stuff here is just listed for a single page or panel rather than a full story about Jason)

Batman #430-#432 + #496 - Bruce in the aftermath of Jason’s death. 

Batman Annual #13 - Jason appears in a flashback.

The New Titans #55 - Dick and the Titans find out about Jason’s death, and Dick confronts Bruce about it.

Batman: Year Three + A Lonely Place of Dying - While these focus on Dick and Tim respectively, they’re set after Jason’s death and show how Bruce is dealing with it. Year Three is in Batman #436-#439 and A Lonely Place of Dying (Tim’s origin story) is in Batman #440/New Titans #60/Batman #441/New Titans #61/Batman #442, also included in reprints of Death in the Family.

Detective Comics #618 - Has a nice little moment of Tim looking up to Jason.

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #100 - The issue is mainly a Dick origin story, but in the end there’s a sweet and sad story about Jason’s beginning and ending as Robin.

Nightwing Secret Files and Origins - On the first story, Taking Wing, Jason appears to Dick as a dream/hallucination while the latter is having a near-death experience and accompanies him through various of Dick’s memories.

Joker: Last Laugh #6 - The one time when, upon believing Tim was killed and being taunted with Jason’s death, Dick kills the Joker. (the full thing is a six-issue miniseries)

Nightwing (1996) #63 - The aftermath of Dick killing the Joker (though he was revived), but I’m mainly including this for the one panel that shows a picture of Dick and Jason on what seems to be a ski trip.

Batman: Gotham Knights #34 - At the end there’s a story called “The Delusions of Alfred Pennyworth” about Jason’s ghost and Alfred.

Batman: Gotham Knights #43-#45 - Has a flashback to a Barbara and Jason teamup and a recap of Jason’s death as a social worker looks into it and investigates Bruce’s family.

Detective Comics #790 - Bruce talks to Cass about Jason on the day of Jason’s birthday.

Robin V4 #85 - The story itself is about the Joker reflecting on the Robins and Jason only appears briefly, but I think it’s worthwile to include as it’s one of the few times where the involvement of Jason’s mother in his death is acknowledged after Death in the Family. (Also there’s a panel where Jason kicks the joker on the crotch)

Green Arrow V3 (2001) #7 - The one panel where Jason is shown swinging around in heaven :)

Alternate Universes/Other Media

Some stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else/isn’t quite comics/isn’t really canon, but I think is neat and wanted to include!

Letters - letters from readers sent during when Jason was Robin and after his death. They can be interesting to look through to get a sense of how he was seen by readers at the time (there’s even an eulogy by a clergyman!). The ones I’ve seen can be found in this tag, and this post links to a few too (as well as some other info regarding Jason and the vote that led to his death).

The Batman Files - A book that contains several files over various topics and characters across Batman’s history. Among other things, it has Jason’s death certificate. (mainly including this because early on I spent a while trying to find out how old he was when he died)

Tiny Titans #23, #29, #33, #39, #45, #47 - An adorable alternate universe comic in a kid-friendly setting! Jason’s design in it is very cute.

Batman The Brave and the Bold #13 - Jason and Robins from other points in time team up to save Batman!

Teen Titans Go! season 6, episode 17 (Egg Hunt) - He doesn’t actually appear, but Jason is namedropped and said to be Batman’s favorite Robin.

Batman And The New Robin (unmade cartoon) - An unproduced animated TV series from the late 80s that would have starred Bruce as Batman and Jason as Robin! Unfortunately the project was abandoned and the show was never made, but the full series bible is available to read in its entirety and a link to it can be found here! There’s a page on it on the Lost Media Wiki as well.

[alwaysunnyonmtv]

Tag Game

Tagged by @rozariodawson!

Rules: 15 questions, 15 mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not that I know of.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The other day when I saw a big, goofy looking Husky puppy.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It’s cliched, but eyes.

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue.

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Give me a happy ending any day.

8. Any special talents?

Art.

9. Where were you born?

Detroit.

10. What are your hobbies?

Art, reading, watching movies, and picking apart my favorite TV shows.

11. Have you any pets?

Three dogs that are the light of my life!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Unless it was for a gym class I never really played any sports. Besides, I’m too uncoordinated for them and lack the interest anyway.

13. How tall are you?

5′ 3″

14. Favourite subject in school?

English and art.

15. Dream job?

To be a professional graphic designer or illustrator.

Tagging: I’m not tagging anyone this time, but if you’re a mutual and see this feel free to have at it!

[moonlightmolly]

Elemental Tag Game

Thank you @aliciarosefantasy for tagging me!

Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans • I play an organized sport  • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midday most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors, not words

EARTH: I wear glasses/contacts • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian• I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

I’m tagging (only if you want to!) @laughhardrunfastbekind, @cosmicwanda, @badwolfkaeti, @overlyexcitedpuppy, @sherlocked-to-the-tardis , @twelveclaraisreal, @showmethe-stars, @thesmartbluebox and @timelordsoftherings

[tinylilacbun]

Uncle Thor

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader, Thor x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, use of pull-up, well nothing specific, just fluff

A/N: I had this in my drafts for months now and decided to post it 😅

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"Hey, little one" Loki sat down in front of you on your play mat, where you were playing with your stuffies. "You remember when I told you about Thor?"

Nodding your head you continue to brush your stuffie's fur.

"Well, your uncle Thor, is coming here today to eat lunch with us" that caught your attention. With wide eyes, you look at him.

Yes, he told you who Thor is and he seems really nice. The other thing is, you never met him before. You were insecure if he would like you.

Loki could see on your face that you were overthinking. He took one of your hands drawing circles with his thumb.

"Thor knows about you and me, and he said that he doesn't mind, he is really excited to meet you" he assured you.

"But what if he don' wike wittle me?" you asked, shifting on your play mat, closer to your Daddy.

He pulled you on his lap and you buried your face in his chest, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

"Oh sweetness, he will love you, trust me. I know my brother very well" your little cuddle session is cut short with the ring of the bell.

You gasped and looked at your Daddy, who stands up with you on his hip and walked to the front door and open it.

There stood a tall man with long blond hair, he wears a red t-shirt and blue denim jeans, hands in his pockets and smiling.

"Hello brother" he greets your Daddy with a side hug since Loki holds you on his hip. "And you must be little Y/n"

He tickled your foot which caused you to kick out slightly and bury your face in your Daddy's shoulder.

"Give her some time. We don't have people here often and she's very shy, but she will open up to you" Loki explained and Thor nodded understanding. "Okay, let's go and sit in the living room"

Loki motioned Thor to sit on the couch, still rubbing your back.

"Do you want something to drink?" Loki asked, trying to set you down on the couch next to Thor and prying you off his neck. "Little one, let go please, Daddy will get you something to drink too"

"Nuh, don' weave me" you whined and bounced on on your knees when he got you off him and left into the kitchen.

There was an awkward silence. You looked everywhere in the room except for Thor. Then you spotted your stuffie on the couch table.

Thor followed your gaze, he smiled and reached for your stuffed alligator with gold horns, they remind you of your Daddy.

"It's very beautiful, does it have a name?"

"Croki" you mumbled and watched him patting his fur.

"That's a beautiful name, did you give him that name?" he asked handing it to you.

You nod and smiled, proud of yourself. Your Daddy comes back in with two glasses and a sippy cup in his hands.

"Here you go, princess" he handed you the sippy cup, smiling. "It's your favorite"

You took it and he shifted you so that you sat between them both, handing Thor his drink and sitting down himself.

They talk among themselves, things you don't understand nor didn't care about. After some time Loki vanished into the kitchen preparing your lunch.

During the time they were chatting, you didn't realize that you used your pull-up until now. You squirmed on your seat which Thor noticed.

"You okay, little one?" he asked, putting his hand on your thigh.

That made you gasp, jumping away from him and your eyes swelling with tears that fell quickly.

"Wan' daddy..." with that he jumped up and quickly got into the kitchen.

Seconds later you felt arms wrapping around you, rocking you back and forth.

"Hey, hey, shh, what's wrong?" you recognize your Daddy's voice and grabbed his shirt in your fists tightly. "Can you tell Daddy what's bothering you, so he can help you, please"

"'M s-sowwy Daddy"

"What are you sorry for?" he asked cupping your face in his hands, wiping your tears away.

You looked down and pointed to your skirt. Loki knows immediately what's wrong and scooped you up in his arms.

"We'll be back in a few seconds, could you look after the food, please"

"Of course, everything alright? Did I do something wrong?" Thor asked blaming himself for making you cry.

"No, don't worry, everything is okay" he assured his brother, going to your playroom with you and laying you down on the changing table.

While Loki worked on changing you, your cries quiet down to sniffles.

"Little one, why did you apologize for using your pull-up?" he asked and you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. He tapped your thigh, waiting for an answer.

"'Cause I embarrassed you D-Daddy and for not being 'ig girl," you said. He sighed, finishing you up, and sat you upright.

"Little one, how often do I need to tell you that I'm not mad at you for using your pull-up. That's what I expect you to do and you didn't embarrass me in any way. I'm proud that you told me" he said hugging you.

"Are you hungry?" You nodded excitedly and he chuckled, setting you on his hip and walking to the kitchen.

You saw Thor standing by the stove, smiling at you when you entered the room. Loki sat you down on your high chair, strapping you in and caressing your cheek. Then he switched places with Thor.

Thor sat across from you, but you watched your Daddy instead, loving to watch him when he cooks every time.

When he's done, your eyes lit up when he placed a plate with dino nuggets in front of you. You smiled bright. "Tank you, Daddy"

"You're welcome, princess" he sat down next to you, giving Thor his plate and they started eating, chatting from time to time.

Loki saw you poking at your food and stopped eating. "What's wrong, little one? I thought you were hungry" then he saw your knife being untouched, mentally slapping himself. "Do you want daddy to feed you?"

You shook your head and he was confused. Then you looked over to Thor and Loki smiled. "do you want Uncle Thor to feed you?"

Thor choked on his food but then smiled at the question and you nod, smiling.

"Yes, pwease" Thor cut your food and brought it up to your mouth and you happily chew on your food, already waiting for the next piece.

When you were finished you squirmed on your seat, to get your Daddy's attention to strap you out.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can we watch a movie, pwetty pwease?" you asked with your best puppy eyes you could muster. You could see Loki thinking about what to answer.

You pout and looked over to Thor. He smirked and did puppy eyes too. "Brother, come on, please"

Loki rolled his eyes, trying to be stern. He smiled and strapped you out of your chair, picking you up and bringing you to the living room, setting you on the couch he grabbed the remote.

"What does the princess want to watch?" you squealed and thought about which movie you wanted to watch and came quickly to a decision.

"Toy Story" you snuggled close to your Daddy and clutched your stuffie to your chest.

"So, they are always alive?" Thor asked in the middle of the movie.

"No, not always humans are not allowed to know dat dey are alive" you explained and scooted closer to him.

"But you know they are alive" he carefully put an arm around you and you leaned against him.

"Daddy said 'M allowed to know that 'cause 'M a pwincess" you said yawning and putting your thumb in your mouth.

"Yes, you truly are"

"Thor" Loki whispered, handing him a pacifier.

You felt the comfort of your thumb being pulled out and whined.

"Shh, here you go" Thor shushed you and shoved your paci in your mouth.

You hummed quietly, growing tired because Loki allowed you to skip your nap, much to his disagreement. Because he knows you would fall asleep before your bedtime.

That wouldn't be that good because you would wake up in the night and couldn't fall asleep again so fast, but it was his own fault so he doesn't blame you for that.

The movie was over and Loki leaned forward, seeing your eyes closed, paci nearly falling out and your hand clutched in Thor's shirt.

Thor looked at his watch and sighed. "I probably should go. I have some work to do and if I don't send Tony this stupid mission report he will let Steve give me a lecture"

Loki laughed and pried you of Thor. You whined but Loki was fast enough to pick you up and push your head on his shoulder, bouncing you slightly.

He walked Thor to the door and said him goodbye.

"It was good to see you again. We should do that again, goodbye little one" Thor waved at you. You rubbed your eyes and waved him back lazily.

Loki closed the door and kissed your head.

"You behaved so well today, I'm proud of you" he praised. "let's go get you ready for bed"

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Hi I really love your writing. How would the Fallout 4 companions react to the Sole Survivor deliberately being an embarrassing parent to human Shaun (Father), just to mess with him. Also asking him if there is any grandchildren they should know about, because it's been 60 or something years. Just the Sole Survivor trolling their biological son after finding out that he used them as an experiment, and whether or not the companions would join Sole and also troll Father as well. I don't know I thought it would be pretty funny.

R! FO4 Companions React to Sole being an Embarrassing parent to Human! Shaun

I love the way your brain works, Anon! This is so hilarious, and I had a ton of fun writing it!

(Sorry it took literal AGES to get out, I got busy and it got buried in my drafts and then I remembered how much I loved it and wanted to get it out like ASAP 😅)

I wish you all the happiest of New Years and I will see you lovelies in 2022! ❤

I hope you enjoy!

Cait:

It was definitely strange to see the Institute director smiling, almost unnerving, but Sole seemed to be enjoying themself, and Cait supposed that was enough. Though…

“Oi, Sole, I’ve got a little question fer ya.”

Sole finished up their bout of giggling, still looking over to their son’s rare smile with a gleam of affection shining in their eyes.

“Yeah? Shoot.” They said, spinning their wheeled chair over to look at Cait.

The group was sitting in Shaun’s personal residency in the Institute, enjoying a few drinks (supplied by Cait herself). She wasn’t sure, but it certainly seemed like this was the Institute Director’s first drink in a looong time, if not, his first in a lifetime. But Cait was glad to see the way it seemed to loosen up the tense old man.

She took another sip of whiskey, leaving the more palatable wine for the amateur.

“So, how did this lad come about, eh?” She grinned wickedly at her companion, as their face flushed with pink. Shaun leaned forward curiously in his chair, looking from Cait to his parent expectantly.

“Um, I’m not sure I understand the question.”

“Oh, I think that ya do, actually.”

“No.” Sole wouldn’t meet her mischievous green eyes, and now Shaun was practically bursting with curiosity as he leaned in, fixing Sole with his own inquisitive gaze.

“Yes. I want te hear the tale.”

“Cait, you’ve heard it!”

“Aye, but my good mate here hasn’t. An’ it has everything to do with him, don’t it?”

Sole opened their mouth to respond, likely with another excuse to avoid the subject at hand, but Shaun spoke first.

“I must admit, this story of yours really has piqued my curiosity.”

“Ya hear that, Sole? Piqued. Best spit it out now.”

Sole sighed heavily, fixing Cait with a quick, but good humoredly spiteful, glare. She only winked at them in return.

“Well… I haven’t really told you much about your mother/father, but… um…”

Shaun still looked perplexed, unsure why his parent was having such difficulty with their story.

I cannae wait for him te find out where this is goin’.

“C’mon, we’re all grown ups here. It’s not like the man’s not aware of how it’s all done. Even if it’s not as common ‘round here.” Cait gestured openly to the room with a chuckle, encouraging the attention of the others to fall to the collection of scientists and synths visible through the large windows of the residency. Shaun’s eyebrows scrunched together momentarily, before ascending further up his head as the realization of what Cait was referring to came to him.

“Okay, okay. I guess you’re right.” To punctuate their decision to move forward, Sole downed the remainder of their wine, setting their glass on the table beside them. Their gaze remained firmly on their empty glass as they began their tale. Cait’s grin widened, and she set her sights on Shaun’s now pink-tinged face.

Oh, this is gonna be good.

“So, to my credit, it did happen after we were already married, so… there’s that. Also, to my credit, I'd like to mention that it happened like, just after we were married, like, within days, I mean. And just before I/they left for deployment. So… if the circumstances are odd, it’s because we were just at the start of our--”

“Oh, quit with the stalin’ and get te the good bits! We’re waitin’ with bated breath over here.” Sole groaned, but a small smile played upon their face.

“It was, well, it could have been one of two things.”

“Oh, really?” Cait interrupted again, her vocal inflection rising as she looked to Shaun with her mouth wide open, “You two must’ve been quite the--”

“Cait! Do you want me to finish the story, or not?” The red head held her hands up in surrender and sealed her grinning lips. Shaun chuckled beside her. She was glad he found it amusing.

It must be the alcohol. I didn’t know the old man had a sense of humor.

“So, essentially," Sole continued, turning back to Shaun, "You were the result of… Either, a sweet night at home just after the wedding, where we had candles and flower petals on the bed, and--”

“Or.” Cait put in.

“Or, well... you know those big... um, restrooms that they have for families to use in the airport?”

Shaun’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, could’ve been one of those… But we’re pretty sure it was the first one.”

“I don’t know about that. My caps are on the public restroom.”

Curie:

“Did you find him?” Sole asked as she saw Curie descending the staircase.

“No, mon cherie, he iz not upstairs.”

“Darn it.” Sole peered around Shaun’s room once more, clutching tightly to their photo album. “I wanted him to see these…”

“Well, let us go and find him zhen! He 'as to be somewhere in 'ere.” Sole felt Curie grasp onto their wrist as she moved towards the hallway, and they let her pull them along as they went out in search of their son.

They’d found the photos buried in their old safe at home, sure that they wouldn’t have made it through all of these years, through the destruction and the looting, but to their utter surprise, the album had still been there. Now though, now they wanted Shaun to see what the world was like when he was little, when things seemed simpler…

“Perhaps we will find him in zhe conference room?” The pair started up the stairs, Sole still lost in thought as they took each step, Curie pittering on ahead of them.

Voices sounded from within the meeting room, and Sole’s ears pricked up.

There were others around him, Sole could see from the outside, and they sighed briefly, pausing at the top of the stairs.

We’ll just have to find him again later.

“All right Curie, let’s go. We’ll catch him after he’s--”

Curie released Sole’s wrist and headed towards the meeting room without hesitation.

“Wait, Curie, no!” Sole whisper-shouted through gritted teeth as the synth strode straight into the room. The heads of all of the department leads swiveled towards her as she bounced straight towards the Director at the end of the table, Sole followed behind slowly, with less enthusiasm, hunched over and hoping to keep the attention off of them, but it was too late.

“Monsieur Shaun, your mozher/fazher has somezhing zhey would like to show you!”

“Ah, Curie, thank you for joining us.” If Shaun was annoyed, he hid it relatively well, but Sole could see the way his chest rose and fell with a silent sigh. “And yes, mother/father, good to see you as well. Is there something I can help you with at this moment?”

“No, sorry, we--”

“Yes! We 'ave somezhing wonderful for you to see! Look at what Sole found in zheir old residence.” Before Sole could try and voice another objection, Curie reached for the photo album, pulling it away and placing it on the table in front of the Director.

Shaun’s eyes looked past Curie, falling to his parent as they mouthed an apology. They could feel the eyes of the other’s attending the meeting burning into the back of their head.

“Very well. I would like to sit down and explore this with you, but could it possibly wait? As you can probably see, I’m a bit occupied at the moment.”

“No, no!” Curie said, even as Sole reached to pull her away. “Zhey are free to look az well. Oh, it will be fun! Sole, why don’t you open zhe book.” Curie stepped back, gesturing for Sole to fill the empty space beside their son.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want us to.” They whispered to Shaun as they bent to open the cover.

“Well, we may as well go through with it now. Just a moment.” Shaun stood up, and thankfully, the attention of all department leads was turned solely back to him. “We will pick this up in the next meeting. For now, if you wish to leave, please, go ahead.” Even as Shaun took his seat once more, none of the other doctors made a move to get up. Sole grinned and opened the book.

First, they showed their son the sonograms they took when he had yet to be born, then there were photos of him in the hospital, all swaddled in cream colored blankets with little sailboats littering the fuzzy material. They moved on to home pictures of him and his late father/mother, and him with Sole, his first solid meal, his first ride in the stroller, all of the photos where he refused to sleep anywhere but in the bed with his parents…

All the while, Sole would show Shaun first, before holding up for all the room to see. They loved the way Curie beamed so brightly, the way their son looked on so curiously, and they reveled in the snickers from around the room as they held up photos from Shaun’s first bath time, all covered in bubbles and crying his eyes out.

By the end of it all, Sole’s smile was infectious, and Shaun’s face was pink with embarrassment. And though this hadn’t been the way they’d imagined showing him these personal snippets of their domestic life before disaster, Sole couldn’t regret it. Not one bit.

Danse:

“The food supplements supplied within the cafeteria are nutritionally ideal for the human–”

“I really think they’re looking at you, Shaun.” Sole said, eyeing the same doctor that had been following the trifecta since they descended the stairs down to the main floor from Shaun’s quarters above. Shaun turned his attention to the onlooker briefly, before turning back to Sole and Danse with a slight look of annoyance.

Though the Director was doing his best to be informative and polite to both his parent and their partner, Danse’s jaw hadn't been able to unclench since first being transported to the underground facility that was the infamous Institute. As a former member of the Brotherhood, the place was bound to put him on edge, but as a runaway synth, Danse’s anxiety was significantly more exacerbated than he could have predicted. It was damn near crippling, but Sole had insisted that no one would identify him; and that, if someone did, they had enough power to keep the faction from altering or incriminating him in any way. Still though, it was difficult for Danse to keep his mind on anything apart from his own apprehension, even when Sole seemed unaffected by it all.

“Of course they are looking,” Shaun interrupted Danse’s thoughts, “The three of us all together must be an uncommon sight. I’m their leader, and you, their future Director, and Danse here, is a complete stranger. It’s only natural for them to be curious.”

“It is, that's true.” Sole said, nodding in agreement, “But, that scientist isn’t looking at us, they’re looking at you. And with quite the smile on their face. Oh, let’s go and talk to them.”

“No, mother/father, it’s not necessary–”

“I’m afraid it’s no use.” Danse said to the man as Sole set they’re sights on the doctor across the room, already heading towards them with quick steps as they waved for the other two to follow. "Once they've set their mind on something, I'm afraid Sole's actions towards it are undeviating."

Danse's apprehension was still raging inside him, but he supposed he could appreciate the baffled look that was plastered to Shaun’s face as their parent tried to “introduce” him to someone he was likely to have known the entirety of his life. If nothing else, Sole’s activity distracted the ex-paladin well enough that he might be able to just barely start to see the humor in it all.

“Have you met my son, doctor? Shaun is the Director of the Institute.”

“Mother/father, please–” Shaun held up a hand in acknowledgement.

“He’s a fine man. I know he looks a little tired at the moment, but it’s only because he’s such a hard worker.” Sole interrupted, and it was all Danse could do to keep the scoff building up in him from leaving his throat. It was about time Shaun was forced to act like a human being, instead of the overzealous, wrongfully self-appointing deity he seemed to see himself as.

“You should see him in his meetings, he’s such a professional." Sole continued, "He was born here, you know. Are you from here as well?”

The poor doctor couldn’t get so much as a word in through all of Sole’s praise of their son, but Danse did have to admit, the way their eyes locked to their Director, and the way a blush lit up their cheeks was rather telling. Even he could see the way that they looked at him was more akin to tentative affection, rather than the unemotional and unquestioning respect that was to be expected.

“Forgive my parent, Dr. Shelby,” Shaun cut in before they could answer, “They are unaware of our familiarity with one another. Doctor Shelby was, in fact, born here, and they work in robotics, isn’t that right?”

They nodded to him respectfully, but their blush persisted.

“Okay, fine. Maybe you know their name and some basics, but what else do you know about them, hm?” Sole looked towards their son, arms folded and brows raised as he struggled to pull anything else from his memory regarding the doctor.

“I… Well, I… um.”

“Exactly.” They turned their attention from Shaun back to the doctor, “Now, tell me doctor, are you married?”

“Mother/father–”

“Jzhp!” They held up a finger to Shaun’s lips without even looking at him, “I want to hear it from them, you had your chance, son.”

A certain sort of smugness crept into Danse’s expression as he saw the shift in anxieties from himself to the Director, as the man’s own cheeks began to dust with a heated pink. His parent putting him in his place and ignoring his attempted contributions to the conversation was clearly unlike anything he'd experienced before.

And it's damn good for him, I'd say.

“No, ma’am/sir. I’m not married.” Dr. Shelby answered quietly.

“Oh, good!” They threw a pointed look at Shaun, “So, you're available. That's good to know. And how old are you?”

“Sole,” Danse dared to butt in, “don’t you think that question could be perceived as a bit insens–”

“Nonsense, Danse. I’m over 200 years old, if anyone should be embarrassed about their age, it should be me.”

“I’m 48.” They said simply, seemingly the most cooperative of the bunch thus far. Danse had to hand it to the unsuspecting Institute resident, they were handling this whole situation with much more grace than he would have expected.

“Well, my son’s just a tad older,” Danse’s eyebrows furrowed as he considered the sentence leaving Sole’s mouth, “But I still think he’s young at heart. What do you say, are you free to have dinner with him, oh, what, say…” They turned to Shaun, and he opened his mouth to answer, likely to object, but Sole continued on before he could make a sound.

“Friday night? If you have something then, you can cancel it.” They waved a hand at the Institute Director, “I’ll step in if you do, it’ll be good practice for me, anyway. How about he meets you right here in the cafeteria?”

Danse’s small smile finally broke free as Shaun’s crimson features vanished behind his hands as he raised to his face in sheer embarrassment.

“Sure,” The doctor said, their own little smile playing at their lips, “I should be free from my duties at 6pm, if you– if he would like to meet then?”

Shaun’s fingers stuck to his skin comically as he dragged his hands downward, pulling at the age-worn flesh of his face in a way that damn near made Danse relinquish a chuckle.

“Six is perfect.” Sole smiled, “He’ll see you then.” They turned on their heel at that, and Shaun nodded at the doctor briefly, cheeks still burning in embarrassment, before joining his parent as they started back towards the staircase. Danse blinked apologetically at Doctor Shelby, but they only smiled as he turned to follow his companion and the Director back to Shaun's quarters.

A distinct sort of satisfaction burned deep in his chest as Danse witnessed the egotistical and infallible Director fall apart under the pressure of spending a brief afternoon with his instinctive and shameless partner.

He really didn’t know what he was getting himself into when he allowed them to roam freely here, did he? He let out a small huff of laughter at the thought, his anxiety only a dull memory in light of the recent events. In all honesty, Danse felt as though the old man should be thanking them. When was the last time he's had an opportunity such as this one?

Danse's smile stayed plastered to his face, but his mind wandered somewhat somberly back to a similar scenario that took place with him and a young Arthur Maxson at the Citadel quite a few years ago. Though he supposed the memory should have felt bitter, the thought of Arthur's wide eyes and burning ears kept his grin firmly upon his lips as Danse fell into step beside Sole.

Deacon:

“No, no. C’mon, honey. I really think it's time. Never too late for this kinda thing. I should know.”

Deacon grinned at Sole as they rolled their eyes.

I can’t believe I agreed to go along with this.

“Alright. You had something to discuss? Well, here I am.” Shaun didn’t look impatient, but it was transparent to the pair that Sole’s son clearly wasn’t a fan of Deacon’s specific brand of humor. Or perhaps it was the fact that he was a Railroad agent?

“Yes, yes, of course. Time is of the essence. Alright, Sole, he’s your son. I think you’d better take the lead on this one. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.” Deacon’s wink was as obvious as his ill intentions as he grinned stupidly at his partner.

Why do I enable him like this?

With a sigh, Sole began to speak, but found it difficult to force out the words. Without giggling, that is.

“Oh, come on. I thought we were all adults here. Pathetic, am I right?” Shaun’s arm flinched away as Deacon’s elbow nudged into it in a friendly gesture.

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to start, then. Here goes nothing." Deacon rolled his shoulders and a crack sounded from his neck as he prepared himself for the impending conversation.

"Shaun. Buddy. Pal. Son. Sport. Chief. Governor.”

“Deacon.” Sole managed out between their sporadic bouts of laughter.

“Right… Shaun--”

“Please. You may have all the time in the world, but I assure you, mine is very valuable. And quite finite, as you may know, so if you don't mind, it would be gracious of you to just get to the point.”

“Of course, yes, I understand. Son, it’s come to my attention that you’re at that age where it’s important that we discuss the intricacies of intimacy.”

“I--”

“No, no. I know what you’re going to say. It’s important, trust me. You’re not gonna learn everything you need to know from your friends, okay? It’s just as embarrassing for us as it is for you, I swear. But you need to hear this.”

Sole was no help at this point, their sniggering elevating to the point of distraction as Deacon maintained his straight-laced expression to the best of his ability. Shaun's frown only deepened.

“When two people love each other very much," Deacon began again, "Or, when they just love each other a little bit, well, sometimes they don’t even need to love each other at all, actually." Deacon started pacing around the room, making a show of his words with large gestures.

"In some cases they may even hate each other, or they might be indifferent... Really, just when two people have sex, they are… wait, no, that part was supposed to be the end. Hold on. When there are two people. Or ghouls. Oh shit, sorry, or synths, or mutants? I don’t know, um… Sometimes they give each other really nice massages. But you’ve gotta be careful, sometimes touching another person that much can give you incurable diseases. So don’t do it. Also, that’s how people are made. So, if you want to make a person, you can do that. But I think here you guys just have a machine for that here, right? So, I don’t know if you even--”

“He’s gone, Deacon.”

“Shit, I thought that was going pretty well. When did he leave?”

“I think about where you mentioned ghouls.”

“Damn, really? That was a while ago… I guess I need to work on that part of the sales pitch. I forgot your son’s a bit of a bigot. Shame. That was some pretty damn good advice, I thought.”

Hancock:

Hancock hadn’t noticed he was even doing it. At first. He was on thin fuckin' ice as it was, roaming about the spotless institute in his corpse-like and over-irradiated state, assaulting the poor sensitive eyes of the clean, pure, perfect beings that reside within these headache-inducing white walls.

God, and this lighting… it’s a wonder more of them haven’t completely lost their minds.

No matter though, when Sole was with him, Hancock didn’t really give a shit where he was, as long as he was close to them. They strolled about the halls, causing heads to turn and mouths to gape at the sheer and utter indecency of it all. Hancock would be lying if the way they looked at the person he loved with such disgust didn’t hurt him. But fuck ‘em. Sole was gonna be their Director one day, ghoul boyfriend, or not.

Sole’s kid was the best though, for sure. When Sole told him about finding a special someone out there in the wastes, Shaun had been hesitant, but ultimately had invited Sole to bring their significant other down under so that they could be introduced to him.

Heh, biggest mistake he ever made. Least that’s the way he thinks of it.

The Institute Director had tried to be polite, but man, was he bad at trying. Sure, no one can be expected to match up to Hancock’s level of charisma; least of all this sorta ill conditioned egg-head; but it was like he was constantly trying to demean everyone around him. And Hancock was anything but the exception.

But Hancock had worn a smile all the while, and only made a few choice comments so Sole wouldn’t wring his neck. Now though, he had free run of the place. Not that he went anywhere without Sole at his side. He didn’t have a lot of desire to be in the Institute at all, really, and being down below, out of danger, with food and clean water at his fingertips, there was a lotta free time. And without Sole around, he found himself just getting pissed at the amount of excess going on around him while the majority of the Commonwealth was parched and starved above. At the very least, Hancock guessed it was a good thing he and Sole were still in that sorta “honeymoon” phase, they’d called it. What else was he supposed to do? Chems aren’t allowed. But Sole was, and the high he gets with them was better than any trip he'd had.

So let ‘em all stare when they hold hands, when they wrap their arms around each others’ shoulders and waists, when Sole steals his hat and they play wrestle to see who gets the right to wear it for the day. Let them shield their eyes and scoff when Sole hugs the man they love, or, God forbid, when they should kiss him. Even the ever-composed, ever-calm and collected “Father” could hardly stand the sight. Which is why (and he’ll deny it if he’s accused) Hancock decides to smother his beloved at the first sign of their entitled child looking in their direction.

“Oh? You want a kiss?” He’d say to Sole, as he caught Shaun’s eye, “You know I could never deny you, sweetheart.”

“Hancock, I didn’t even--” Sole would respond with an almost flustered smile.

“Nah, I know that look. C’mere love.” With that, he’d pull his partner close to him, wrapping them in his tight embrace, griining into the kiss as Shaun tried, and failed, to hold back the sound of his overdramatic gagging.

MacCready:

“Father/Mother,” Shaun spoke up with a strain and slight tinge of frustration in his voice, “I assure you the food supplements that we provide here are more nutritionally--”

“Oh, come on.” MacCready interrupted, “We all know that stuff is crap. Stop arguing with your dad/mom, it’s not gonna work. Trust me.”

Sole nodded at their partner in approval as he looked over at them; yet, as Sole turned back to fill their own plate with the villainous vegetables, MacCready leaned in close to their son.

"Trust me," He whispered, "Because I've tried. Just eat it as quick as you can. Get it over with, then they'll be happy."

The Institute Director flared his nostrils, but in the end, he nodded and did as MacCready suggested.

This is humiliating. He thought, scarfing down the bitter leaves and stalks of whatever above-ground plant Sole had chosen to poison him with.

Shaun has had a difficult time with Sole’s “healthy food” regimen lately, but ever since learning about his failing health, Sole couldn’t be persuaded to just let it go.

MacCready had long since been subjected to his partner’s eating preferences, and had fought tooth and nail in the beginning. All for no damn reason. Sole was a lot of things, and stubborn sure as heck was one of them. Shaun will realize that soon enough.

Nick:

“Alright, turn around, let us see.” Sole said, beaming at their son, all grown up, and dressed in a fine suit for his big dinner with a few of the department heads. Sole had suggested Shaun treat them to a “night out” (at least as much of a 'night out' one can have in the Institute) for all their hard work lately. Nick lounged in a chair nearby, fiddling with an unlit cigarette, as he grinned at the fussing parent and their flustered son.

“Mother/father, are you sure this amount of formality is really necessary? We’ll be eating in the Institute cafeteria, as always, and I see the other doctors every day, so–”

“So, you’ll want to show them that this is a special sort of occasion, won’t you?”

Shaun’s brows furrowed in thought. “Yes, I suppose…”

“Oh, come on, they’ll appreciate it. Nick, do you remember nice dinners like this from before the war? If you went out with your colleagues to a restaurant, you were expected to dress up, weren’t you?”

Nick chuckled at that, sitting up in his chair, and putting the lone cigarette back into its pack.

“Oh, um…” Nick couldn’t recall too many “fine dining” experiences with the colleagues at the police station, but as Sole’s look pleaded for him to continue, he decided he’d have to come up with something.

“Sure, yeah. Black tie events and all that, went to those a number of times. The get-up really looked better on the flesh and blood Nick, but I do still like to dress up every once in a while nowadays. It really is a lost art, though.” Nick stood up and sauntered over to the pair, as Shaun studied himself in the small mirror in front of him.

Sole was picking bits of flint off of the suit, and smoothing over a few creases with their hands as Nick looked Shaun up and down.

“The fit’s not bad. Where’d you find a nice suit like this?”

“It was mine/his father’s." Sole answered, "Not bad, right? We/they aren’t an exact match, but I thought it was pretty close.” They smiled proudly without taking their eyes from the more problematic areas of the suit, now tugging at a few places, re-tucking in his shirt where it looked like it was bunched up, and wiping at a few dusty spots here and there.

“Nah, but this looks perfect, I think.” Nick said, giving Sole a smile that they failed to notice as they continued fiddling with their son’s outfit. Though, it seemed that Shaun had actually caught the sight of Nick's gesture with his own eyes, and that tired expression he always seemed to wear faded into a sort of softness Nick never would have thought the Institute Director would reserve for a synth.

He was surprised by the old man’s look, knowing full well what Shaun must think of him, especially in regards to his relationship with Sole. It had taken months to get to this point with his partner’s stubborn son, but to his credit, he’d been quite cordial with Nick since meeting him. He was sure Sole had said something, or a few somethings, to get their son to behave himself, and Nick had had a few talking to’s by his companion as well for a few of his more… brazen comments regarding the Institute and the fine folks that resided there; but it seems his partner's efforts weren’t in vain.

Nick still didn’t always agree with the boy, and Shaun still had a hard time seeing Nick as anything but a machine, but Nick certainly wasn’t unused to that, and the Director was at least trying, that much he knew. So, the synth directed the smile he’d meant to throw Sole’s way back at their son, really meaning it this time, as his synthetic eyes crinkled, and his own hardened brows softened.

“Could use one more touch though.” He said, pocketing his pack of cigarettes and bringing his hands up to his neck. Shaun looked on curiously as Sole's attention was finally torn from their task by Nick’s words.

“Can’t have a black tie event without a tie, right?” Nick placed the strip of silky fabric into Shaun’s outstretched hand.

“I… I appreciate the gesture, but I've never actually–” Nick cut Shaun off as he grabbed the tie back and stepped in front of him. Sole had stepped forward briefly to offer their own help at the sound of their son's uncertainty, but as they noticed both Nick, and Shaun’s willingness, they stepped back to take in the scene before them, an affectionate beam already lighting up their face.

“Oh, well, then allow me the honor.” Nick wrapped the tie around Shaun, walking him through the motions so he could learn the art for himself, his voice soft, and his expression earnest, as Shaun nodded and followed the synth’s movements with his own hands after Nick had shown him the correct technique.

Shaun couldn’t keep a grin from spreading as he looked at his perfect tie, all neat and dapper, and Nick nodded proudly at the Director’s handiwork.

“There, that’s how it’s done.”

“Thank you.” Shaun said softly, his eyes meeting Nick’s, looking into them as he would anyone else’s; not as an automated servant, but as one person to another.

Shaun couldn't recall looking at any synth in such a way, never having thanked one of the Gen 2’s for doing their job, never looking a Gen 3 in the eye for any reason but to give them a command, or to reprimand them, and Nick could’ve sworn he felt an ache in his synthetic chest as the Director showed him a respect and acknowledgement he'd never thought to expect.

“Sure thing, son." He said, trying hard not to make a novelty of the atypical event, "Next time I’ve gotta wear a lab coat, you can show me how it’s done, whaddaya say?”

Piper:

Shaun’s voice was soft, as it usually was, during this particular meeting. Though tensions had been running high with all of the recent changes within the Institute, he had decided, to his better judgement, to hold this meeting without his parent present. No, he had given Sole the day off, and given himself some much deserved time alone with the department heads, who seemed pleased by their Director’s decision as well.

The meeting was going so seamlessly. No interruptions, no questions, no rude comments and digs at one another.

Perhaps Sole should only come to every other meeting… He thought to himself as Dr. Ayo gave a report on a few re-captured rogue synths.

The acting head of the SRB concluded and Shaun opened his mouth to respond, only to have a voice overcome his in volume, despite it being outside the conference room. No, two voices. In a synchronized rhythm, saying the same words.

“... when I find that big, uranium rock! Money, money, honey, the kind you fold!"

"Ahem," he tried to muscle through the distraction, "Thank you doctor, for your--"

"Money, money, honey, rock and roll! Rake it in, bale it up like hay, have a rockin' good time, threw it all away…”

"For your contribution to the project this past week!" Shaun tried to continue once again, as loudly as he could without shouting, hoping that the voices would pass by the room, but it seemed they were here to stay. He tried raising his voice further, using hand gestures in order to keep the doctors’ attention, but it was no use.

“Just a moment, please!” He cleared his throat gruffly as he burst out the door, finally having had enough.

Shaun wasn’t surprised at the sight that greeted him, but he was disappointed. Sole and Piper were in the hallway, just outside the meeting room, dancing and signing nearly at the top of their lungs. The children of the Institute, who were undoubtedly meant to be educating themselves at this hour, were laughing hysterically at the shameful sight before them.

“Oh! Sorry! Is the meeting still going on?” Sole looked at him with earnestness in their expression as Piper continued dancing beside them, stopping only when she saw the glare Shaun was giving her.

Shaun then turned to Sole, narrowing his eyes, nostrils flaring as he silently pointed towards the transparent glass doors of the conference room, where one could easily notice the gathering of people within.

“We had no idea.” Piper said before Sole could even try to explain themself, “Forgive us, your majesty." She bowed animatedly, flourishing her wrists as she bent her head low. Sole tried not to snicker as she heard the children behind them break into fits of giggles.

"We’ll just be leaving.” Sole said, grasping firmly to Piper's wrist as the pair moved on without waiting for another word from the Director.

He only sighed heavily.

I will discuss this matter with my parent later. Shaun promised himself as he adjusted his coat and waved the children away with a gesture and a hard look. He turned and strode back into the meeting room, prepared to carry on, despite his rising temper and burning cheeks.

Preston:

Preston seated himself across from the Institute director as Sole settled beside him. It had taken some convincing on Sole’s part to get him here, but, in the end, Preston had agreed to give their son a chance. The pasty white walls of the Institute made him grind his teeth anxiously; yet, if he hadn’t heard of all of the horrible things the organization had done, he would’ve been extraordinarily impressed.

The fact that a place like this could exist in the same world as the impoverished and disheveled settlers who were starving, ill, and being attacked by raiders and irradiated monstrosities on a daily basis both made him sick to his stomach, and gave him hope. If only we could all work together…

Sole’s hand on his arm stirred Preston from his thoughts. They stared at him until his expression told them he was back in the present moment as Shaun slid a couple of glasses of water towards the pair. A Gen2 synth stood nearby the table with a pitcher, as one of its brothers placed silverware and napkins in front of the three humans seated before it. Preston swallowed and felt Sole’s eyes still on him as Shaun cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So… how do you like it here?” Preston asked the man in front of him, in an attempt to be as polite as possible. Usually, Preston had no difficulty with small talk or engaging with people. He loved chatting with strangers and learning about their lives.

And Shaun doesn’t have to be different. He told himself. I can enjoy talking to him too. For Sole’s sake, at least.

They had assured him that there were possibilities for the Minutemen and the Institute to work together for the greater good of humanity, but he wasn’t sure Shaun was quite on the same page as his parent.

The three engaged in some meager chatting throughout their meal, Preston and Shaun both hesitant to get to know the strange being at the other end of the table, but eventually some of the tenseness died down.

“Alright, so, Shaun.” Sole said, speaking up with a mischievous-looking grin.

“Yes, mother/father?”

“You’ve been around… well, you know, you’ve been grown up a while. Longer than I have, which is still strange to me, so I have to ask… Are there any, um, grandchildren I should know about?”

Shaun had taken a sip of water at the wrong time, it would seem, as he couldn’t help but reluctantly spit take at Sole’s question, leaving Preston to chuckle in amusement at the shocked expression on the older man’s face.

“I know you’re not married, but… I mean, I don’t really know how it all works in the Institute, but you’ve certainly lived a full life here. I thought, maybe--”

“Yes.” He said simply, finally regaining his composure, and Preston’s eyes widened.

“Really?!” He blurted out, completely losing control of his vocal chords as he looked, dumbfounded, at Sole’s son.

“Is it so shocking to you?” Shaun said, brow low over his eyes as they gleamed with annoyance.

“You have many grandchildren, mother/father." He turned his attention back to Sole, "The Institute is my child. As are all of the synths that reside here. They all come from me, and live through me. I am their Father, don’t you remember?”

Now it was Sole’s turn to look annoyed.

“Okay, yeah, I know, Shaun. You told me that on the day I found you. I was looking for more of a… flesh and blood sort of thing. Not DNA that was taken from you, but you know… some that was mingled with someone else’s to make a new strand? Or… like, if there was a child you took care of maybe…”

Shaun’s gaze grew a bit distant, his expression became a bit more desperate to provide an answer to his parent’s questions.

“Well… I have practically raised Shaun, the synth child. I’m afraid that’s as close as I have gotten to becoming a true parent, as you defined it.”

Preston felt a pang in his chest, and for a moment, he felt sorry for the man. Like him, Shaun had been working all his life towards something bigger than himself, at the expense of the fulfillment of a more personal, familial nature. Just as Preston went to voice his thoughts on the matter, to express his empathy with the man across the table, Shaun continued with a hardened expression and sharp tone.

“But it’s no matter to me. The Institute has provided more than enough fulfillment in my life. I do not regret it, and you should not either.” Sole smiled at their son, but their eyes remained sad, and Preston could tell they were thinking the same thing. Not everyone wanted children, Preston knew that, but when it came to Shaun, it didn’t quite seem like that was the case. He just never found the time, or the right person, or the proper opportunity. Perhaps that was why he had sought out his parent after all this time… He was an old man, in the twilight of his years, about to leave behind a legacy that he had worked for his whole life. And he was alone. No family, only doctors, scientists, and synths who maybe held him in high regard, but had no real, personal attachment to him.

Of course, Preston thought, it’s no wonder he came looking for Sole. No surprise that he trusted them so blindly, letting them into every aspect of his life, naming them as his successor after knowing them such a short while, even if they didn’t fully share his beliefs. He knew that, at the very least, they cared about him. Which is more than he could likely say of anyone else around him.

Perhaps we can make this alliance work… Preston thought, We’re not so different, after all.

X6-88:

The department heads were getting impatient. X6 saw the way they twiddled their thumbs, glanced at the clock, and peered back over their shoulders at the door. Every one of them knew the cause of the hold-up, and the fact that each one in the room was clearly thinking badly of the Institute’s future Director-to-be made the courser grind his teeth, but nonetheless, he managed to maintain his outward indifference as he stood watch over the meeting.

Sole entered the room first, with their son behind them. X6 was sure it was the only reason the others hadn’t simply up and left. Father would not have been pleased to find the meeting room empty, even if he and Sole were a few minutes late.

As Father went to pass them, to take his seat at the head of the table, Sole grabbed at his wrist, and X6 felt the room suck in it’s breath at their gesture.

“Wait. Here, you’ve got something.” To X6’s dismay, in front of every department head, with every man and woman of consequence within the Institute looking on with the harshest judgement imaginable, Sole licked their thumb and brought it up to the Director’s face. The smudge of grey food supplement on the side of his mouth was wiped away with the swipe of Sole’s slicked finger. Father’s face crinkled in disgust and discomfort just as his eyes widened in shock.

“Mother/father, I don’t believe--”

“It’s fine, I got it.” They rolled their sleeve down over their finger and swept that over the same spot, effectively drying the area before their hands fell to straighten the collar of Father’s shirt.

X6 had to bite his lip to keep from grinning as he noticed the horrified and disgruntled expressions of everyone in the room.

Sole, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice a thing as they seated themself beside their son and folded their hands over the table. Their eyes remained on Father throughout the meeting, and the repulsed expressions of those around them went utterly unnoticed.

As everyone’s attention stayed trained on the head of the table, X6 allowed a smug grin to creep across his face as he recalled Father’s wide eyes and prominent blush in the face of his parent’s coddling.

[dresshistorynerd]

Hi! I would need your help if you can, do you have infos or ressources about Celtic clothing in general and Gallic ones in particular? When I do my own research I'm usually redirected towards Nordic and Viking clothes and I don't know how much they actually overlap.

I will take anything you have, thank you very much 😊

I'm very sorry it took me embarrassingly long to answer! It got buried into my drafts, sorry! D:

I have tried to research this too before, and I also noticed it's super hard to find reliable sources. The trouble is that there's very little primary sources available and there's a ton of unreliable information about Celts and their clothing around the internet.

Celtic clothing is very varied since Celtic culture was not unified and covered a wide area. In general and especially when it comes to Gallic people their clothing seems to resemble much more Greek and Roman clothing than Viking clothing, but adjusted for colder climates. They used mostly wool dyed in bright colors.

Here's for an example reconstruction of a La Téne dress. It resembles in shape the Greek peplos.

I found this very extensive essay by a costuming guilt with a lot of primary sources and reconstructions of them, very handy. It covers Celtic clothing from Bronze Age to 6th century.

Men wore tunics and fairly fitting trouser-like garments called braccae in continental (including Gallic) Celtic cultures.

Gaellic people (Irish, Scots etc.) wore a tunic type garment called léine from at least post-Roman empire to Renaissance. Men and women wore their own versions of it. Here's a source and another for léine, if you are interested.

Lastly I found this interesting research paper on Gallic women's dress, which I would at least trust as a good source. It's behind a paywall though, but I have access to in through my uni. If you can't access it, I can make a post about it, I just haven't had time to dwell really deep into it yet.

Hope this helped! Even if the answer is very late

[blue-broken-heart]

19+ The New Maid is my Secret - WinWin X Fem!Reader 19+

Summary:

college student ____+ applies to a well known company while drunk and passes....but due to her age and work experience ends up working for her boss, SiCheng Don,...as a maid at his house...She dislikes him as he called himself WinWin and is an infamous playboy

Notes:

The seggs are in flash like segments cause I like winwin as a person.....and it's weird to see him in such light...odd...but it's like that for all idols tbh....I mainly just wrote these for a friend who paid...and wanted to put it somewhere cause I put time into them and would like to look at as a dark spot in the future...cause lets be honest....I wanna see the reaction of my future person to these kekekekekeke~ kekekekekekekek~

This winwin

With this club vibe:

Rich Playboy WinWn x Collage student reader

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

!This Is A Work Of Fiction!

From Apollonius, true liberty, and variable steadfastness, and not to regard anything at all, though never so little, but right and reason: and always, whether in the sharpest pains, or after the loss of a child, or in long diseases, to be still the same man. Of him also I learned how to receive favours and kindnesses (as commonly they are accounted) from friends, so that I might not become obnoxious unto them, for them, nor more yielding upon occasion, than in right I ought; and yet so that I should not pass them neither, as an unsensible and unthankful man.

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“Fucking dick me dead and bury me pregnant,” Belle shouted. Kicking you in the shoulder from where she sat.

You were at her parents’ house. She lived with them Johnny, her step brother, did too on holidays. It was large and had a ‘rich person’ feel to it. Style, decorations, structure, and people. That being said their maids were quiet and efficient.

“Can you not?” Johnny glared, “I’m in a conference.”

“Then get the fuck out. Simple,” Belle rolled her eyes, nudging you again, “Can you believe this fuckwad? Own room and everything but no. He wants to take over the living room.”

“One of three,” You said, hands covering your face, “Just tell me what the fuck it says.”

“Guy I-”

“Address for tomorrow morning,” Belle said. Grabbing the computer in front of you, you look at the email.

“Ms y/n, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to work for Sun and Moon Ltd under the parent company NCt holdi- I got in!” You yelled. Grabbing Belle and her wine, “We’re getting fucked tonight!”

“Wine! Beer! Sex! Drugs!” Belle shouts and you join, “Table tops, poundin’ shot! Bitches tonight we gonna get fucked UP!!!”

“Will you two SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!” Johnny yells. From his spot. Looking up at you and Belle on the couch and coffee table celebrating.

“You’re going with us right?” Belle looked at Johnny who was fuming.

“Can I please get through this first?” Johnny gestured to his laptop, “I’m sorry Jake. I was saying we can clear up your thesis a little more before you go deeper into typing it. Okay?”

“Yes sir,”

“So i’ll expect the second draft on the 31st okay?”

“Yeah sir,” Jake? Said, “Thanks.”

Johnny closed the laptop and looked at you and Belle, placing his laptop at the side table he took your and read the email a smile creeping onto his face.

“I’ll get the beer!” Belle shouted running into the kitchen. Little green frog hoodie disappearing behind the wall.

You got off the table scratching your stomach bending at your waist to pick you notes off the floor.

“Kid..you sure you can handle this?” Johnny asked.

You paid him no heed as you continued, “Of course.”

“No-like you work and school. Can you balance them?” He asked as you finished up and turned to him.

“Yes, Professor,” You wink, “Unless I’ll need something to do for extra….credit?”

“Keep twisting your hair like that and you’ll find out,” Johnny said sitting again as Belle came back with a small cooler.

“Jager for the man,” She handed Johnny a tall green bottle and a glass, “Absolute for the absolute winner,” a normal drinking glass with a clear substance, “ And beer for me!”

“Did you mix moscato and colouring into that?” You ask, belle nodded.

“So our plan for the night? This is our kickstart, we get changed and meet back down here in 20 to go to H05+3l and come back here before we black out...simple.” Belle said.

“You always plan shit like this so fast,” You shake your head.

“Cause she’s a drunk!” Johnny said, “It’s only cause she’s young no ones gonna say anything.”

“Fuck off and get ready in 20,” Belle shushed her step brother. Dragging you up the stairs to her room.

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VI. Of Sextus, mildness and the pattern of a family governed with paternal affection; and a purpose to live according to nature: to be grave without affectation: to observe carefully the several dispositions of my friends, not to be offended with idiots, nor unseasonably to set upon those that are carried with the vulgar opinions, with the theorems, and tenets of philosophers.

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Light pink fabric covered your breasts and one of your shoulder. To felt like you were naked with nothing on your torso but that. Thankfully the tiniest skirt that covered your hips and a little of your thighs was solid. And plain.

“Fuck,” Belle cursed pulling you into a back hug in front of her mirror, “If I weren’t you like closest friend...and met you at the club I’d eat you out the moment I laid eyes one you.”

“What the hell-” You turn a little stopping as you saw how hot you looked in the moment, “I do look fucking sexy.”

“Like I aways tell you- ‘S’ curls make everything better.” Belle laughed as you two saw johnny at the door texting someone with a smirk on his face. He looked hot in a black t shirt and denim jeans a white brand printed leather jacket. Hair pushed back.

“You two look good,” Johnny said opening the front door and gesturing out, “I supposed there’ll be plus one’s to return?”

“Hahaha,” You laugh, “Unless you want to be it.”

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his conversation being an example how a man might accommodate himself to all men and companies; so that though his company were sweeter and more pleasing than any flatterer's cogging and fawning; yet was it at the same time most respected and reverenced._________________________________

Where the fuck was Belle?

Where the fuck was Johnny?

And who the fuck was this man kissing you?

Music rattled through the door of the private room. It was white and clean as compared to you drunken state and this mesmerising leather jacketed man kissing your neck. Alcohol pounded at your skull as the world spun.

His lips were sloppy but pulled at your skin with a sweet force that made you wet. Giggling as you felt his bold words that you could barely remember as you got drunk.

→ “Celebrating getting a new job? Congratulations,” He smiled at you, “I’m here running from work.”

“Will I be running from work like you?” You laughed as he poured you a drink and gave it to you.

“It depends,” He laughed, “So what’s you name?”

“Cherry,” You lied. A cheap stripper name?

“I guess your good with your tongue then. Cherry? ” He laughed.

“That for me to know,” You reply. Talking with him was way too easy to be normal, and it went on like this until you ended up under him. Breathless and slowly getting control of your mind.

“Cherry~” He breathed out against your neck. Hand resting on your waist, “DO you want to get out of here together?”

“Tell me your name first,” You said sitting up reaching for your bag.

“Flora,” he said, hesitating. A lie. You didn’t care as he stood up fixing his jacket, throwing money onto the table.

“A man name Flora,” You mumble, grabbing his hand ,”There ‘s a joke there….i think?”

He laughed. It was like a siren dragging you to your death. As you follow him out, the darkened background of dancing adults losing their minds n the moment, forgetting the pained realities they go back to in the morning. It was nothing but a blurred lines, colours meshing together.

Scrambling to send a message to Johnny or Belle as you sat in his car. Should any of you be driving?

“Drunk texting?” He mused, hands making their way to your waist, “You (are going to) regret that.”

“No,” You shook your head as the car started moving. Looking to your side to see Flora sitting next to you. Ah...back seat.

“Who?” He asked, fingers lightly tracing up your leg.

“My ride home,” You say after hoping that it was legible when she saw it, “But now...I have to test this ride.”

You smirk, flailing to sit on his lap. Leaning into a kiss. His lips were stained with wine. The bittersweetness transferred to your lips as you pulled him closer. It was sloppy and needy. As you pulled back.

“Fuck this,” You moan vying to undo his red shirt. It was a pinkish red but it looked nice as you fiddled with it’s buttons. His lips making its way to your ear as you fumble about.

His tongue trailed your ear as you moaned out, grinding against his hips as his boner started. Running your hand down his chest was smooth. His pecks were soft. You placed your hand into his hair as he moved to your chest.

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He who also had a proper happiness and faculty, rationally and methodically to find out, and set in order all necessary determinations and instructions for a man's life. A man without ever the least appearance of anger, or any other passion; able at the same time most exactly to observe the Stoic Apathia, or unpassionateness, and yet to be most tender-hearted: ever of good credit; and yet almost without any noise, or rumour: very learned, and yet making little show.

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Your nails were digging into his back as lightning crawled from your opening. Skirt rolled up to your hips as his hands fingered you. Rubbing steady and just how you wanted. Circling your clit whispering dirty words into your ear. Tears rolled out your eyes as your back pressed into the stairs. You couldn’t make it all the way to his room.

“Do you want to try my tongue next Cherry?” Flora moaned, fingers stretching you, as he thumbed your cli t.

“You should t-try-m-mine,” You pant. Arching into his touch, making eye contact with a portrait of a large family. There were at least nine people in it.

“There there, pretty girl,” Flora whispered, kissing you. Lips greedily sucking at yours as his fingers pumped up.

“F-fuck” You curse as you feel your body tensing up, “i-i’m....Flora~”

“You’ve got,” Kiss-kiss, “Such a beautiful-,” Kiss, “Body, I could fuck you all night.”

He kissed you again. As you tried to stand. Bracing yourself on the rail, “Just take me to your bed.”

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Your lips were on his tip, kneeling between his legs as he sat on his bed. Rich gold and white blankets made his room look like a hotel suite. Licking his shaft you looked up at him, “Does this turn you on?”

“Mmmh~” He moaned, head leaning back, as you began sucking him. Flicking your tongue on his tip as he leaked pre. He was melting. As yous swirl your tongue around his head, bobbing it when you looked up to see his reaction. He looked down at your and his head fell back soon after. Hands entangling in your hair. As he broke.

Cum rushed out of his cock in a splash and raced around your mouth. Spilling down your jaw and chest. Panting as you stood up again.

“So fast?” You breath, pushing his shoulders back Mounting his waist you stroked his dick, “Let's try something more fun.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He forced out. As you took him in. chilling you stomach as he kept stretching your cunt. Moaning incomprehensibly, “You’re big- I like it-”

“f-Feels so-so g-gooo,” Flora moaned as you settled on him. Hands going to hold your waist as he breathed heavier.

“You know where to put at-thos-se hands,” You moan as his fingers moved to your clit. Causing you to move.

It was like someone stuck a lightning rod in your stomach. Every miniscule move you made you felt it. Blurred in the lights of his room or the alcohol spinning in your head, you hated the feeling of the latex between you two.

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VII. From Alexander the Grammarian, to be un-reprovable myself, and not reproachfully to reprehend any man for a barbarism, or a solecism, or any false pronunciation, but dextrously by way of answer, or testimony, or confirmation of the same matter (taking no notice of the word) to utter it as it should have been spoken; or by some other such close and indirect admonition, handsomely and civilly to tell him of it.

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“Fuck cherry~” Flora moaned out in your ear. Finishing again as you lay back.

“You’re not boring at all,” You breathe out, aware of the throbbing between your legs as it drips. Flora’s dark brown hair matted to his forehead, with sweat left a light sheen on his chest. Eyes glassed over as he recovered.

Maybe it was time to leave...three rounds usually marks the end of hook up. Sitting up you breathe out. Grabbing his sheet to wipe yourself, when his hand clasped your wrist and spun you to lie among his pillows. Flora was above you looking down with a smirk.

“I’m just- getting started,” Flora smiled, kissing your cheek when he rammed into you making you scream out.

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“H-how much more?” You moan, your legs were numb along with your clit and cunt. Both throbbing from overstimulation. You always took the lead when you had sex but Flora took over totally today.

“Until I hate seeing your face,” Flora kissed your chest, “And I wanna fuck you and see your face this time.”

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VIII. Of Fronto, to how much envy and fraud and hypocrisy the state of a tyrannous king is subject unto, and how they who are commonly called nobly born, are in some sort incapable, or void of natural affection.

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“F-Flora,” You scream out as you c*m on him again.

“You’re so gods damned sexy when I do this,” He said, thrusting into you as he spoke. He was so good, hitting all the right spots and filling your stomach.

“I-Fuck~” You moan. This night was not ending soon.

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“Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-z-iii~”

Smack* Smack* A hand hit the side table as the alarm kept going off.

“Fucking hell turn that shit off Belle,” You swear reaching for the phone. Swiping the alarm off. 7 A.M.

“Mmmhf-” A voice groaned out next to you. The blanket pulls a little off of you, causing you to pull back as the cold air hits you.

“Bitch it’s 7-i’m not dealing with this,” You scowl, sitting up in your best friends’ bed. Your hangover breaks your skull into three pieces. As you scuffle your foot around for your slippers. Stomach striking your in pain as you stop. Blinking and breathing to wake yourself up.

Yellow-ish green walls. An old wooden door, large and well polished. A pretty layered lamp shade that definitely wasn’t Belle’s. Looking at the phone again, on it’s lock screen was the date, time and notifications….the background was a handsome group.

In the middle a brown haired man in a white jacket, blue shirt and a few layers of chains around his neck. Hot. The others were sexy but in their own ways.

This wasn’t Belle’s phone, looking back you see the figure of a comfortable person beside you. Sleeping peacefully. As you connect the dots.

Oh fuck.

You h ooked up and stayed the night. Time to go! You scream in your mind dropping the phone onto the pillow and trying to stand. Looking for your things. Deciding on taking one of his shirts to wear over the sequence thing. At least you won’t be in his hair…...or his carpet. You look down at the open condom leaking semen onto the carpet. Among a few them were both tied and untied. Catching your eye as you left was near the door.

A large mirror that showed the dark hickies on your neck. Shaking it off you sneak out the room. It was beautiful. Contrasting to the room, the house was painted in a grey-ish white colour, with simple but large wall decor.

Maybe you lucked out. Struggling down the stairs as you force the door open. Looking back as you hear a little bell ringing, then human noises as people shuffled out?

You didn’t wait to find out. You booked it like a hell hound was on your tail and ran. Running as fast as you could. Getting back to Belle’s house would be really hard given your phone wasn’t coming on, cash was low and could barely walk straight. You couldn’t feel anymore shameful, hey...at least he smelt nice.

The low scent coming from his shirt was comforting, even though it shouldn’t looking around the gated area. There was only grass. Were you still on his property? The sun was destroying your eyes, making you head dissolve in pain as you bore through it.

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[coollemonsaresour]

Promising Hands

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Child reader x Romanrogers  

Warnings: blood, Injured child, violence, angst, but fluff. THIS SUCKS, it was a rush job, and is not edited 

Summary: One Red-head Russian, One Cool Ranch Dorito, and a mission that can change their lives forever.

Word count :1458

A/N:  Spare me I have not written in awhile.  this has been in my drafts i have just be to S H Y to post them. oh, and request are open.

Request?: NAH!!!!!!!!!!! DIS WAS ALLLLLL MEH .  Spare me i have not written in  awhile. 

“Steve this floor is clear, I'm moving to  Sub-level one.” The Russian spy said, pressing and releasing the button on her earpiece. “Okay, be careful.” She then rolled her eyes with a scoffed and pressed her earpiece. “When am I not?” She said, continuing down the flight of stairs. “I can think of a couple of times,” he said in a seductive voice. “You know what Rogers, I have work to do, you should do the same. “Whatever you say” she then turned “Mmhmm'' she said with her guns raised starting down a hallway. She then came in contact with two hydra agents but shot them down effortlessly, each three times. Head. Chest.Stomach. She then saw a light flicker in a room down the hallway with its’ door cracked open.

 She walked down the hallway and pushed the door open with her gun ready for any danger. The room looked like a messy lab, things were everywhere, the computers were destroyed, chemicals and serums spilled on the table as if they were in a rush. 

 An agent then came behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, making her drop her gun. Nat countered by elbowing him in his face and then kicking him in his chest through a glass table, then grabbed her gun. When he attempted to get up she shot him twice in the stomach. 

She then heard a gasp and snapped her attention toward the sound raising her gun once more. She then slowly proceeds toward the table. She leaned over the table and looked under it to see a little girl about 3 or 4 with her knees curled up to her chest and her head buried in her crossed arms. 

 “Hello,” Natasha said in a calm and friendly tone, which is very unlikely for this assassin. The child then looked up and flinched trying to scoot back farther. When she backed against the wall, she snapped her focus back at the women. 

 Her e/c eyes were met with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, which were comforting. She gasped when she saw Nat’s gun. “H-hey, it’s’ okay, I won’t hurt you,” Nat said, putting her gun into the holster.  “What is your name?” She asked the girl “Y/n” the child responded barely above a whisper.”That is a beautiful name, I’m Natasha, now let's get you somewhere safe.” 

 “N-no more b-bad people?” The little girl asked, voice is full of insecurity. “No more bad people,” Nat said reassuringly. “You promise?” “I promise” “How can I trust you?” “We promise to protect you from bad men always, and if you give me your hand I promise to never let it go, Okay?” “Okay,”  

At the moment, Nat knew that she was immediately attached to the wounded girl. What wounded girl!?! Nat was too distracted by the girl to realize the blood-soaked shirt and the growing crimson pool around the girl. Without hesitation, Nat grabbed the little girl and rushed out of the room.  “ Hey Steve I found Hydra’s project and she needs medical help.” “She?... It’s a person?” “Yes and she needs medical evac, keep up Steve.”  

The little girl wrapped her arms around Nat’s neck and her legs and her waist. When they got outside the little girl buried her face in Nat’s neck to avoid the blinding light in the sky that was unknown to her, Nat could help but think of how cute the sight was.  

Nat felt the body go limp and started to run faster. When she reached the quinjet, Nat carefully laid the unconscious girl on the floor and then examined the little body. The little girls were very pale, hardly breathing, and had lost a lot of blood, multiple cut wounds, a very big and deep stab wound. It looked like someone tried to kill her, in the mist of their base being invaded.

 Nat found a cloth and started applying pressure while Steve flew the jet as fast as he could. With one hand Nat tried to stop the bleeding, and in the other she held the child’s hand, keeping her promise.  

 When they arrived, Nat ran with the little girl straight to med bey, there she found Bruce, who was talking to Dr.Cho. “Hey Na- who is that?” he asked immediately getting a gurney. “Hydra’s project, and she needs help,” Nat stated, placing the girl on the bed, still holding her hand. “Bruce, help her please, she stopped breathing like a couple of seconds ago.” she said still holding the girl’s hand, following the gurney down the hall toward the O.R. when they reached the doors of the room nat was stopped by a nurse, the sudden action causing her to let go of the girl's hand.    

“ No I have to stay with her.” she said, trying to push past the doctor.“ Ma’am you should let the doctors do their work.” the nurse said, trying to block the doorway. Nat was getting angry, and trust me you do not want to make Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow angry. “ No she needs me. I have-,” “Ma’am, please, listen to me-” “ NO! You listen to m-” “ Sorry nurse, I’ll take it from here” Steve said, cutting off Natasha and pushing her away from the door  to a wall in the hallway.   

“Steve, babe, no, I-i h-have to be in there, I-i need, i need to hold her hand,” Steve looked at her with a sad expression “She was scared, and I know what it is like at that age, when your in a situation you don’t want to,  a-and have horrible people do bad things to you and make you do bad, bad things.” she stated with worry.  

Steve gave her a small smile and then pulled her into a hug. He knew that she was referencing the red room, and how she hated what they did to kids at such a young age and how it was scarring. “Nat, everything will be fine,” he said, stroking her hair, all she did in response was give a nod. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get something to eat and come back down, and I will be here when they finish with her in the recovery room.” he said pulling away from the hug, she just nodded again and walked down the hall.   

When Nat came back down to MedBay, (y/n) was out of o.r., and in recovery. She walked into the room to see the girl connect to all different monitors, an IV, and a breathing tube in her nose. Steve was asleep on the armchair next to the bed with one of his hands resting on top of one of the girl’s. That made Nat smile softly. 

 She was walking around the room reading Bruce's analysis, and that's when Steve woke up. “You look refreshed” he said stretching, his voice still groggy.  “Yeah after showers, eating, and debrief, I was really tired, and took a cat nap,” she said, kissing his forehead. “How’s she doing?” Nat said, holding the girl's other hand. “M’kay, but my tummy hurts.” the girl said with a small smile, Nat and Steven happily returning  it.  

That a was 4 and half months ago 

 Y/n woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, and tears streaming down you  face. A bad dream. The small girl got out of bed and walked down the hall.  Three doors down, make a left, first door on the right.   

Being the trained ex-assassin/spy she is, as soon at the door opens she lifted her head to see who it was. “Y/n, hun, why are you up?” she said concern taking over her face.  “I had a bad dream” she whispered.  “M’sorry babes, do you want to sleep with me and daddy,” she asked giving the little girl grabby hands. The girl gave a small smile, and nodded her head, walked over to Nat’s side of the bed and climbed in. the girl got under the blankets and and cuddle closer to Nat and she held you tight, and buried your face in her chest.   

“я люблю тебя, детка” she planting a kiss to the girls forehead. “I love you too mama” the girl replied with a small yawn. Steve then rolled over, moving closer to the pair, wrapping a protective arm around Natasha and y/n.“ I love you y/n/n” he said. “I love you too daddy.” “My two favorite girls,” “Good night babe” he said to the redhead, giving her a kiss. “Good night baby.” she said, returning the kiss. “Good night y/n” they said at the same time, kissing your head. “Good night”. 

я люблю тебя, детка~ I love you Baby

FIN                                                

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

let me be your ruler.2

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, handjob.

This is a dark! fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You try to forget about Peter but he won’t forget about you.

Note: I hate that I am the way that I am. I wanted to keep this to two parts but you know me. 

Anyways, I’m excited for this and hope you are too.

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Drowsy in the afterglow of sex and alcohol, you fell quickly into a deep sleep. You didn’t even change before you sank into bed. You hardly recalled the elevator ride up or stumbling into your apartment and tripping around the shadows to your room. It was only a fractured journey from the car to your mattress.

You woke as your phone vibrated under your pillow. You must have buried it there before passing out. You groaned and rolled over as you dug it out. There were several notifications next to a single name; Peter. You thumbed through each message; written in the same tone as his voice. Demanding, without question.

‘Great night, Princess.’ ‘We’ll do it again Saturday.’ ‘Wear something nice.’ … The messages escalated smoothly from doting to commanding. It jolted you back to the night before, the way he seemed to just thrust you through the night. The dress, the drinks, the men, the guns…

You sat up, your panties crooked on your hips. You muttered and swiped away the messages. You weren’t seeing him again. You couldn’t. You had stuck your toe in too deep already. It was best to nip these things in the bud. Not to let yourself get dragged in so far you couldn’t see the surface. 

Peter was more than mysterious; he was dangerous.

You went to the kitchen and waited for the machine to grind as the scent of coffee filled your heavy body. You drank too much, did too much. You still felt Peter’s hand between your legs. It made your chest tight and your head spin. You looked down at your body, the red dress wrinkled and askew.

You left the coffee to brew and retreated to your room. You tore off the dress and your panties. You pulled on a cotton shirt and loose pajama pants. You stormed back into the kitchen and shoved the clothing in the bin. You snatched your phone from the counter and swiped up the lock screen.

‘Sorry, I don’t think this is going to work out.’ You typed. Your hand shook as you hovered over send. You heard Halle’s door and you pressed your thumb down. You looked up at her before you pulled up the block option.

“How was your night?” She asked as she inhaled the aroma of your morning ritual.

“Eh, you know, another dead end,” you pushed your thumb down and the conversation disappeared. “Just not my type.”

“Really?” She whined. “He seemed so nice. And he liked you so much.”

You blackened your screen and placed your phone face down. “Well, you know, things don’t always turn out.” You shrugged and pulled out a mug, “You want some?”

“Are you at least going to tell me about it?” She pouted. “And yes, lots of sugar.”

You poured her coffee and handed her the sugar dish. You frowned at how much powder she scooped into her cup but it was her most endearing trait. She knew what she wanted and she didn’t care what anyone thought.

“Uh, well, it wasn’t anything special. He took me to a party but… I don’t know. What kind of first date is that? Take me somewhere I don’t know anyone…” You ran your finger around the rim of your cup. “Maybe when I was younger but now.”

“You sound like such an old lady,” she snickered, “Oh my god!” She stood straight, “Are we old?”

“I am, but you’ll always be young at heart, Hal,” you rolled your eyes.

“So you’re not going to try a second?” She prodded.

“I don’t think so,” you cradled your mug, “He… hasn’t even messaged me back.” 

You hated lying but Halle had gotten you into this mess and you knew she’d harp on you for not even giving Peter a chance. But you had. He wasn’t what he seemed and you didn’t want to stick around and find out what exactly he was hiding.

“What?” She huffed. “Well, fuck him then.” She sipped from her coffee and her lips curved as she swallowed. “Wait, did you…”

“Hal, come on,” you snipped.

“Oh, fine, but you know, maybe if you got laid, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” She teased.

“Not this again,” you groaned and slid your phone off the counter. “You know what, I got work to do.”

“Uh huh,” she hummed as you turned to leave, “Work. When did you get so old and boring?”

“One of us had to,” you called back over your shoulder, “And we both know you’re never growing up.”

✨

Your phone was pleasantly still for the rest of the day. You felt a twinge of guilt having blocked Peter but then you recalled the men and their holsters. You found your mind drifting away from your work and your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought back. 

The company he kept added to the uneasiness in your chest. Steve was friendly but arrogant. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, what was it he introduced you as, “Peter’s girl”. And that man, Bucky. He didn’t seem too fond of Peter but the way he’d grinned at you, as if he knew something you didn’t. Well, he did, they all did. Your head stormed as you tried to figure out their secret.

You shook off the curdling paranoia and hunched as you squinted closer at your computer. You made yourself focus as you skimmed the tight font and added your suggestions in the margin. You sent off your edited draft as your stomach groaned; empty and churning from the acidic coffee.

You grabbed your phone and your mug as you stood. You checked the time. Almost noon. You grumbled and went back to the kitchen, thankfully empty as Halle had left for work an hour ago. You set your cup down and expanded your notifications. A single phone call from a private number and a new follower on your mostly empty Insta.

You opened the neglected app and hit the notification. The profile was emptier than yours. the profile pic was just black and there were no posts. The name gave you no hints as it was obviously generated by the site. 

You went back and a comment popped up on the picture of your and Halle at last year's winter market. ‘Gorgeous, Princess.’ You read and reread the two words as you leaned against the counter. You bit your fingertips and went back to the mysterious profile. You hit ‘block’ and locked your phone.

Surely, he’d get the hint sooner or later. It was one date and the man seemed to have no trouble with women. He’d move on and you’d both forget about that off putting night. You just had to wait him out.

✨

A week rolled by as you kept yourself busy with your work. The phone calls stopped after the first day and you had no more peculiar alerts awaiting you. Your plan had worked. It wasn’t exactly the best; it was a bit cowardly, actually. Yet, knowing how Peter was and how ‘no’ seemed beyond his vocabulary, you had more faith in your evasion than his understanding.

As the weekend approached, Halle convinced you to come out with the girls. You had eluded those opportunities for the past year as you found yourself disillusioned and disinterested in the club scene. You felt as if you were aging out of it and seeing all those fresh-faced coeds assured you of it. Even so, the girls liked to dance and in their words, you need to ‘let loose’.

You couldn’t disagree. You had been on edge and the mounting emails in your inbox didn’t ease the stress of everything else.

With a pre-drink burning a whole in your stomach, you pulled on a pair of flats as your bag hung across your chest. You were comfortable but not stuffy in your tight jeans and the bright pink top with the criss-cross straps. You felt pretty good and the vodka made you optimistic.

You headed down to the street and caught a cab. The dread evaporated the closer you got and as you pulled up to the front of the flashing club, Molly and Desiree waved at your approach. The four of you joined the line as you searched out your ID.

“So,” Molly said, “Halle told us about your little date!”

“Date?” You blinked. “Oh, yeah, that didn’t pan out.”

“Of course,” Desiree scoffed, “That guy was so cute though.”

“Yeah, he was nice, but we just didn’t…”

“He’s ghosting her!” Halle interjected, “Didn’t even text the next day, ugh.”

Halle crossed her arms and you nodded. You weren’t going to correct her, you didn’t need the other two piling on about your dormant love life. You came out to have a good time, that’s what they promised you, and you didn’t want to think about the night that still stood so vividly in your mind.

As you stepped up to the bouncer, he barely looked at your card. You were almost offended as he waved you through and carded the next party more closely. You glanced around at your friends but they hardly seemed bothered. Well, only Halle had reached that big three-o with you, and the other two girls still had a year or two to go.

Madonna’s voice pumped from the speakers as you neared the bar. You looked around at the streaming lights and the bodies shadowed in the strobe. You were surprised you recognized the song and you nudged Desiree as she waited for Molly to order the first round.

“What’s up with the music?” You asked.

“It’s retro night! Duh! Just for you!” She giggled and you elbowed her harder.

Molly turned and passed out the plastic cups with their thin straws and you followed Halle to the low stage where the smoke machine billowed. You coughed at the taste of the fog and sucked on your straw. You began to sway as the other girls led the charge. You could help but be enlivened by the deep base and the energy all around.

As you danced, the girls yelled back and forth about their recent drama. Desiree’s date had been more successful than your own, Molly was certain she was in love with Charlie? You still didn’t know. And Halle was just riding the vibe.

You finished your drink and the other girls stacked their cups in yours before you crossed the stage to leave the garbage on the table just beside the platform. 

You looked over at the bar, pondering another, and your eye was caught by a figure who seemed out of place. The cut of his suit, the way he leaned on hand on a stool, and the intense gaze sent in your direction startled you.

You blinked and stumbled over to the single step down to the floor. You pushed through the bodies, nearly tumbling as a tipsy guy crashed into you. You got to the bar and looked up and down it. Girls waved their hands to get the bar tender’s attention and guys sidled up to them. 

Bucky was gone. It was him. Maybe the air was filled with smoke and the lights were flashing like a siren, but you were certain. Why was he there? How had he found you among the city? Among the reverie in that club? Why had he been watching you? And where had he gone?

You went to where you’d seen him and searched the perimeter of the bar. You went back through the club and slipped past those just getting in. You tapped on the bouncer’s shoulder and he grumbled before he turned and bent to hear you. “What is it?”

“Did you see a guy in a suit leave? Dark hair and--”

“There’s a lot of people here,” he shrugged you off.

You snarled and turned back. You got ahead of the flood of new arrivals and fought your way back to the three girls on the stage. As you walked up, Halle pouted and grabbed your elbow. “Boo, we thought you were getting another round.”

“No, no, I…” you squirmed and tried to get back into the rhythm, “I had to use the restroom.”

“Well, how about now? Wanna refill the tank?” She jibed.

“Uh, sure,” you picked at the purse. “Be right back.”

“Make mine a double,” Molly called after you. “Thanks.”

✨

Despite drowning yourself in alcohol, you barely slept and when you did, you were back in the club, staring at a man you never expected to see again. You wondered if maybe you’d imagined it or if Peter had sent him after you or if it was someone else and you were just tipsy and blind. Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the foreboding that followed you into the next morning.

Your Saturday was painful and lazy. You spent your hangover on the couch and barely saw Halle as she cowered in the dim light of her room. You fell asleep there and dragged yourself to bed just before nine. You really were old, or at least, getting there.

Sunday slapped you in the face after another night of disjointed dreams. Peter and the room full of men, Bucky at the bar, and static in between. Responsibility called you from your mattress and you cleaned up and dressed for your weekly trip to the grocery store. 

As you came out, Halle was glaring at her phone. “What’s up?” You asked as you shoved your wallet in your purse. “You coming to the store?”

“I got called in for one.” She pouted. “Tell me why I fucked that asshole?”

“Shit, Hal, I’m sorry. Well, I’ll just do the shop myself.” You frowned, “Let you get ready to deal with all that.”

“It’s all because he fucking texted me on Friday and drunk me decided to reply and then… urgh, why do I do this?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me?” You grinned.

“Oh, please go before I throw this at you,” she shook her phone, “And don’t forget my oat milk.”

“Whole milk?” You asked as you slipped your shoes on, “Got it.”

“Don’t,” she warned.

“Alright, alright. Hopefully I catch you before you go,” you stood and grabbed your keys from the hook. “Have fun with Mr. Bossman.”

“Shut up,” she buried her head in her hands, “Oh my god!”

You tried not to laugh as you left. You felt bad for her as you didn’t know what you’d do in her situation. Looking for a new job had been her first thought but the market was never very good and the man who was driving her away, wasn’t exactly a shining reference.

You took your usual route to the grocer. You had your list on your phone and loaded your cart. You filled the reusable bags and set off for a very inconvenient subway ride home. Your arms screamed as you carried the load up your street and struggled to find your keys at the door. The elevator was too slow and you ended up hauling it all up the stairs. You were out of breath as you got to your apartment.

You turned the knob just a little and kicked open the door. You stomped in and dropped the bags. “So, I got your damn milk--” You stopped short as your voice collided with Halle’s. She was already dressed for work but her braids were still loose. She stood behind the couch as she talked to your unexpected visitor.

“Oh, there she is,” she said snappily, “I wouldn’t blame her for kicking you out but I’ll leave it up to her.” Halle turned to you, “Look who’s here. Only took him a week to come around.”

“Hal,” you said softly as you set the bags down. “What--” You lowered your voice, “Why’d you let him in?”

“So he can apologize to you,” she huffed loudly and passed you to close the door, “Don’t you worry, I still gotta finish getting ready so you have lots of time to hear him out.” She looked at him sharply.

“Really, it’s…” You gulped as you peeked over at Peter. He sat calmly in the chair as he watched you. “Yeah, okay.”

She marched into her room and as her door closed, you reluctantly approached the back of the couch where your roommate had just stood. You stared at Peter, uncertain what to say. You hadn’t been prepared for this; for him to be there in your apartment, your home.

“Peter,” you ran your hands over the couch cushions.

“You lie to everyone you know?” He asked. “As I recall, I’m not the one who’s been… ‘ghosting’, as your friend says.”

“I…” You shifted and picked at the seam, “Look, I told you it wasn’t going to work--”

“You barely gave me a chance. Gave us a chance,” he said as he pushed his legs apart. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Well, you know, I have work and it’s just not a good time for me right now.” You sniffed. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but--”

“Ha, princess, I don’t hurt so easy,” he smirked, “Why don’t you sit down and we can talk properly… finally.”

You scratched your brow and cleared your throat. “I don’t think we need to do that.”

Your voice trailed off as Halle opened her door again. She swept out and you waited as she scooped her purse off the counter and sidestepped the groceries still sat on the floor.

“Gotta go,” she sang, “I’ll see you after work.” She stopped by the door as she wiggled into her heels, “Let me know how you deal with… him.”

“See ya,” you said quietly and watched her go. You looked back at Peter slowly as he chuckled.

“What did you tell her about me?” He wondered.

“Nothing. Really.” You said. “I have your jacket. You want it back--”

“Sit,” he gestured to the couch. “We’ll worry about that later.”

“No. Peter, please. I’m just not interested, okay?”

“You seemed pretty interested in the car,” he purred, “Seemed real interested.”

“I…” You looked at the wall and squirmed. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You were asking for it in that dress,” he intoned. “Now,” his movement drew your eye as he reached into his jacket, “I don’t like playing things like this.” He pulled the pistol from its holster and rested it on the arm of the chair, his hand firm on the handle. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk.”

You stared at the gun. Your blood burned hot and you felt blindly as you came around the couch and dropped down. Your eyes never left the muzzle. Would he use it on you?

“Oh, princess, don’t you worry, I’m just getting comfortable.” He taunted. “Now, I’ve been tryna figure out where I went wrong. I got you a pretty dress, I took you to a nice party, I fed you champagne, and I even gave you a little dessert,” he mused and his lip curled, “So I gotta confess I’m confused as you why you’ve been hiding from me.”

You were paralyzed. You clutched your knees and gritted your teeth. You didn’t know what to say. You’d convinced yourself that you’d never see him again. Your method was tried and trued, at least, when it was used against you.

“Don’t be afraid. You can tell me. I really would prefer the truth.” His finger slid along the short barrel as he spoke. “So?”

“I… Peter, I don’t think that we would, uh, work out. Look, I don’t like guns and…” Your lashes fluttered, “I don’t really know that I wanna be around someone who carries one. Not too mention, your friends--”

“My friends. Princess, your mine. They won’t touch you.” He raised his chin. “They’re not that bold.”

You were silent. Your heart pulsed loudly and you took a breath. You stood cautiously and crossed your arms. “Peter, we talked. I told you my reasons. I think you should… go.” You said as firmly as you could.

He laughed again. His cheek twitched and the smile fell away from his face. He rose slowly and turned his gun to tuck it away under his jacket. His eyes never left you as he did.

“You really want me to go?” He asked.

You nodded and held your breath. “Yes.”

He threw his hands out and clapped them against his pants. He shook his head and crossed the room. You turned to watch him as he passed and suddenly, you were thrust towards him. His hand was on the back of your neck as he pulled you against him. He held you tightly and you felt his gun poking through his jacket.

He grinned, his lips only an inch from yours. “I’m going, princess, but not without you.”

“Let go of me!” You struggled with him. “Get off!”

“Princess,” he warned as his fingers dug into your neck, “Settle down.”

“No, I told you to go.” You hissed as you grabbed his wrist. “Please.”

“Let’s get this straight,” he said, “You don’t tell me what to do. Even if it gets me hard.” He crushed his lips to your suddenly and you wrestled with him, your teeth grazing his lip before he pulled back sharply, barely escaping a bite. “You don’t wanna do that.”

His hand went to your chin and he looked you in the face. He rubbed his nose against yours and growled. You beat on his chest and he squeezed tighter.

“Shit, let’s not just rush out of here,” he released you, “You should get those away before they spoil.”

He stepped back and placed his hand on the front of his jacket, where his gun was hidden. You gaped at him and your eyes flitted to the door.

“Ah, don’t worry, we’ll be on our way soon enough,” he said, “So long as you hurry up.”

You swallowed and he moved with you as you went to the bags. He blocked the door as you pulled the straps apart and began to unpack shakily. You dropped a can and it rolled along the floor before he stopped it with his foot. He kicked it back and leaned an elbow on the door frame.

You picked it up with several other cans and went to the cupboard. You snapped the door closed as you felt around the drawer with your other hand. You heard a click and looked to Peter as he aimed his pistol at you. He tilted his head. 

“Don’t do that,” he intoned as your hand lingered just inches from the knives inside the drawer.

You went back to the spread of groceries and tried to ignore him as you put everything in its place. As you bent to fill the crisper, he purred, a sizzly ‘princess’ under his breath. You finished up and packed the bags one into the other. You left them on the counter and again, he put his gun away.

“Princess, let me tell you something,” he gripped the door handle, “I don’t take that out without using it very often so don’t press my patience.” He turned the knob slowly, “I’ve waited on you long enough.”

✨

The car ride was tense and long. Peter drove you uptown and you watched out the window helplessly. You rubbed your palms together nervously as they dampened with sweat. He’d taken your phone when you reached for it. He tossed it and it was somewhere on the floor.

He drove past the condos and the walk-ups and continued on nearly the exact path he’d taken on the momentous night. Another grand house awaited you but you remained in the seat as Peter climbed out. He opened your door and still you didn’t move. He reached across you to unbuckle the seat belt and grabbed your arm. He jerked you out onto your feet and sighed.

“Peter,” you begged, “What’s going on? Please, you’re scaring me.”

“Princess, have I done you wrong?” He asked but you didn’t answer. “I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me right now,” you wriggled your arm and he shoved you ahead of him.

“In,” he demanded as you stumbled up the rounded steps. “Now.”

You opened the door and stepped inside. You crossed the marble floor of the foyer as he directed you from behind. He followed at a pace, close enough that you couldn’t flee. Even if you did, you wouldn’t make it far.

“Pete,” the voice startled you and you stopped at the bottom of the wide staircase. Bucky stood in a doorway to your left. His gaze moved from you to Peter and back again. “I didn’t realise you brought company.”

“You’re still here?” Peter snipped.

“Was I supposed to leave?” He sneered. “You got me and Steve running around and you’re gonna kick us to the curb.”

“You don’t look very busy to me,” Peter growled and neared to rest his hand on your lower back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Upstairs, turn left, the room at the very end. I don’t like hide and seek, you got me?”

You nodded and looked at Bucky again. His mouth slanted knowingly and his tongue poked out for just a moment. You turned up the stairs and left Peter behind. You reached the top and listened for a moment to his muffled voice.

“You and Steve do your fucking job and leave me alone. Understand. I don’t want to be bothered.” Peter snarled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna be interrupted either,” Bucky snickered. “Not with her.”

“Go,” Peter barked. “Now.”

“Ay, you might be Tony’s man but you still gotta watch yourself,” Bucky warned. “This little arrangement isn’t gonna last forever…”

You went to your left and to the door at the end, like he said. You entered and couldn’t help but gasp at the immense bedroom. The black and white decor was expertly matched in marbles and exotics woods, plush velvet and polished sconces. You couldn’t help but admire the luxury.

You didn’t close the door. You glanced around dumbly and stood in one spot as you feared you might break something. You wrung your hands as you heard the steady footsteps and you spun as Peter entered. He looked even more agitated as he cracked his knuckles.

“Sorry about that, Princess,” he said, “Now where were we?” His eyes roved the room as he thought, “Ah, yes, an apology.”

“Apology. I…”

“Should I close the door?” He raised a brow, “You’d be surprised how sound carries in here.”

You frowned and he laughed as he swung the door shut. He neared you and bit the tip of his tongue as he considered you. His brown eyes bore into you and you took a step back. He stayed near and caught your wrist. His other hand fumbled with his belt and he let out a slow breath through his nose.

“Princess, I’d love to treat you how you deserve but you gotta be good to me too.” He pulled on your arm and twisted as you tried to resist. You hissed and he pushed your hand against his crotch. “I don’t forgive easy but I’m sure you can change that.”

“Don’t... don’t make me do this,” you uttered.

“Oh, but princess, you did this,” he pressed your hand around his bulge. “You take care of me and I’ll do the same.”

You parted your lips to argue and he grabbed the back of your head. He kissed you roughly and guided your hand to the top of his boxers. He slid your fingers under the elastic and urged you on, wrapping your fingers around his dick with a groan.

He squeezed until you gripped him firmly. He led your hand up and down as he held you to him, his hot breath filling you as it picked up. He forced his tongue into your mouth and you clawed at his jacket as he kept your other hand around him. He parted from your mouth at last and pressed his cheek to yours.

“Keep going, princess,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his hand from around yours. “You don’t wanna use your hand, I might think of something else.”

You quivered and slid your hand up and down his length. He nuzzled your neck and nibbled as he moaned against your skin. You could only move your hand as you stood against him stunned and rigid. He gripped your waist as you felt him tense and he murmured hungrily.

“Oh, princess,” he breathed and pushed his pelvis against your hands as he came. 

You felt the slick heat seep down your hand and slowed until he was breathless. He stilled your hand with his and carefully eased your hand from his pants. He stood straight and eyed your glistening fingers.

“Shit,” he swore as he caressed your cheek, “You made a mess of this suit.” He dropped his hand to the front of his pants as he smiled. He inhaled and pushed his shoulders back. “I forgive you, Princess.”

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Dugout

Eren Jaeger Oneshot

Summary: After a team win, Eren thanks his good luck charm by fucking her in the Dugout

Parings: Baseball Player!Eren x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of praise, public sex

Authors Note: I know NOTHING! zero, zip, nada, ABOUT BASEBALL! I am sorry but Dogout and homerun are the only words I know

A final cheer left your lips as Eren hit a homerun, placing the team at 3-2 and bringing home the win.

You could tell that your boyfriend was pumped as he ran around the field, sliding just in time and then yelling out as the empire called it in.

From beside you, Zeke, Grisha, Carla, Armin and Mikasa were all cheering, but Eren only had his focus on you as you hopped around in the stands.

“Baby! I knew you could do it!” You jumped into his arms and gave him a kiss as soon as he was allowed the walk off the field. When you pulled away, he was immediately swooped into Zeke’s arms as he laughed and congratulated his little brother.

“You might just be better than me when I was your age,” Zeke commented, and you could tell the comment meant a lot to Eren, especially because Zeke was already on his way to the pros.

“Well would you look at that-” Eren beamed as his dad pulled him into hug. “Looks like I’ve got two talented ball players as my sons. Nationals- can you believe that honey?”

“Oh, I’m so proud!” Carla leaned down to kiss Eren’s cheek and you giggled at his flustered expression.

“Mom...” He moved away from her, embarrassed, and then zeroed in on Grisha.

“I can’t believe you made it, dad! I thought you had a shift at the hospital!” Eren wondered.

Grisha smiled. “I did. But after hearing how far you’ve come Y/N here showed up and convinced me to come watch. You have her to thank,” The older male said, nodding at you.

Turning towards you, Eren engulfed you in a huge hug and you squealed as he lifted you off the ground.

“You did that? For me?” He questioned, his eyes shining.

“Well...” You rubbed the back of your neck, “I just knew how much it’d mean to you if he did. So I worked some magic and...”

“You’re amazing!” Eren cut you off and kissed you again, causing Zeke to make gagging noise behind you.

“Gross,” He commented, causing Carla to playfully smack his arm.

“Come on. Let’s give him some alone time with Y/N and his friends,” She said softly, guiding Zeke and Grisha away just as Mikasa and Armin came running up.

“Eren!”

“Umph-!” Eren grunted as the two tackled him into a hug and grabbed the nearby fence to steady himself.

“Eren that was amazing!” Armin shouted out once they pulled away, Mikasa nodding.

“You scored two out of three points, Eren! You’re definitely going to get drafted some day,” Mikasa said, causing Eren to beam.

“Y-You think?” He mumbled, his cheeks red. You smiled softly and grabbed his hand.

“We know so,” You reassured him. “Zeke was right- you’re a star, more than he was. And I can’t to see you on the big screen one day.”

“Me too!” Armin said, “But first- we better get to the after party! Jean texted and said that Connie and Sasha are gonna eat everything before we can show up!”

“After party?” Eren tilted his in confusion.

“Well,” You smiled shyly. “I just knew you were gonna win so I went ahead and organized it. Everyone’s there- everyone wants to congratulate you.”

Eren was once again stunned and amazed by your support. Was there anything you didn’t do for him?

“Wow. You’re my good luck charm and my biggest supporter. How did I get so lucky?” Eren pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. You smiled.

“I think I should be asking you that,” You tell him, “But come on. Armin’s right- we’d better hurry unless we wanna be starving.”

“You guys can ride with me and my parents,” Mikasa said. “I know it’s a bit weird seeing as we’re all seniors but-”

“That sounds great actually,” Eren smiled, but his grip on your hand tightened. “I’d love that, but actually I think there’s something I left in the dugout. Y/N, you wanna come with me?”

“Oh yeah,” You were oblivious to the look he was giving you, eyes filled with love admiration. Instead you turned to Mikasa and told her you guys would meet her at the car and then you walked off with Eren.

“Baby? What’d you forget? Was it your gloves again?” You wondered, but you were quickly cut off as Eren grabbed you suddenly and pulled you into a deep kiss.

You couldn’t deny- this was the last thing you were expecting but you quickly pushed away your shock and kissed him back, hands going into hair automatically as he situated his on your waist.

“Woah, baby,” You pulled away as you felt him getting a little too frisky, grinding his hips against yours. “What are you doing? We’re in public,” You reminded him, glancing around worriedly.

“But Y/N,” Eren whined, pulling your attention back to him again. “Baby you were so good to me today. Cheering me on, getting my dad to come, throwing me a party! I wanna give you a reward before we’re surrounded by people for the rest of the night,” He told you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “A reward?” You asked him, “You mean like-”

“I wanna make you feel good, baby,” He clarified. “I wanna take care of you like you’ve been taking care of me.”

“But we- Eren we’re in the middle of the dogout!” You told him. “Anybody could walk by at any moment. Mikasa-”

He smirked. “Guess we’ll have to be quick then, won’t we?” He asked. You could tell that he was anxious to get his hands on you, and you couldn’t even lie- you were anxious to let him.

It had been a while, since Eren was so busy with baseball, and that was ultimately what ended up making you agree, nodding your head.

“Okay.”

Eren smiled in satisfaction at your answer, and then he was leaning once more to capture your lips. You felt the passion as you always did, but this was a bit more needy as he slowly backed you up against the fence.

“Can you take this off pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away to tug at the jersey he had loaned you. Nodding, you quickly shed the material and shivered as the air kissed your exposed torso. Smiling, Eren did the same with his shirt and the warmth from his musclar body made it a bit more bareable.

“Eren,” You whined as he leaned in and started sucking on your neck, going immediately for your sweet spot. He had you weak in the knees and he hadn’t even touched your dampening core, instead opting to leave pretty hickey and then pulling away.

“Yes baby?” He looked into your eyes and smiled as you grabbed him and pulled him close. “I need these off,” You pouted and motioned to your shorts, your legs already grinding together.

Understanding what you wanted, Eren quickly got to his knees and yanked the material down, exposing your cute little panties which Eren eventually took off, too.

“You want me to make you cum baby? Right here?” He asks you, looking up at you with those beautiful turquoise eyes.

Your core was throbbing and aching for him as you leaned against the fence to steady yourself.

“Y-Yes,” You nodded eagerly, causing Eren to smile, “Yes baby, please.”

“Okay.”

Eren wasted no time in complying with your demands, bringing his calloused fingers to rub over your clit, causing you to let out a moan.

“Fuck- Eren, I-I need-”

His pretty lips were already attached to your pussy before you could even say more, devouring you just like you wanted.

You moaned as his tongue lapped at your velvet walls, hands snaking down to grip his brown hair. Eren help your hips with one hand and then threw your leg over his shoulder to give you more balance.

He then took a break from your pussy in order to slip a finger in, enjoying how you clenched around him.

“You like that pretty girl?” He asks as he curls them deep, adding another finger.

“Y-Yes,” Your fingers are wrapped in his hair and through the gaps of the fence as Eren begins to finger fuck you, stretching you perfectly.

He watches you with admiration as pretty moan escape your lips, your head thrown back and your nipples hard from the cool air.

“Eren-!”

You gasp as he curls in finger in that one spot, knowing exactly how to get you off. Eren is steady with his pace, making sure to pay attention to you but to also abuse your sweet spot over and over again with his fingers, wanting you to cum.

“Yes pretty girl?” He glanced up at you and raises his eyebrows are your expression. “What do you want? You want me to make you cum all over my fingers?” He asks, and you nod frantically.

“Yes! Yes please, baby I-” The coil in your stomach behind unravel as Eren uses his mouth again. He’s lapping at your walls, teasing your clit and hitting your g-spot all the same time. He’s mastered your body, and soon it doesn’t take much to have you cumming all over his face, Eren lapping up all of your juices.

“Good girl,” He smirks as you moan and let out shaky breaths, your eyes firmly squeezed shut. The grip on his hair looses as you slowly come down from your high, and Eren is able to stand up and pull you close to him to support your shaking legs.

“You taste so good baby,” He whispers, his swollen lips catching yours and pulling you back into a kiss.

The hand that was clutching his hair finds it’s way back and Eren moans, grinding against your bare pussy, rock hard in his uniform.

“Gotta get these off,” He mutters, pulling away to grab messily at his pants. You can tell he’s eager- Erens always eager to by inside of you. But there’s just something about him today that makes him extra needy, and you love it. You love the look for absolute admiration in his eyes as he slips his pants off and pulls down his boxers.

You how soft he is when he intertwines your hands, leaning in whisper sweet praises in your ear before wrapping your legs around him and sinking his thick cock into you.

Both you and Eren as he pushes past your tight walls, burying himself into the crook of your neck and then balancing you on his cock as he bottoms out.

He’s holding you up, fucking into you as his hips moved and then he’s kissing you again right as he sets a pace.

You can feel his love for you in every thrust, whimpering as he makes you feel so good and so full. On top of that, Erens praising you like never before, pounding into your pussy while also telling you what a good girl you were.

“No one else,” Eren grunts, his hips snapping into yours at a bruising pace, your pussy squelching due to how wet you were. “No one else can make me feel like this, you hear me? It’s you. It’s you baby- you make me feel so good.”

“Eren,” You whine his name like a prayer as your lips drop open, your eyes hazy. You can feel him deep inside of your womb, fucking you oh so good and you’re not sure how much longer either of you can last as you clench around him.

“That’s it,” Eren smiles as you cry out again, holding onto him for dear life as he hits that spot again. “Your sweet little pussy is milking me- baby I’m gonna-”

“Fuck!”

You both cried out as your orgasm hit up, causing Eren to shutter to a stop and you to cry, clawing at his back.

You could feel his warm seed painting your walls, spilling himself deep inside of your womb. Likewise, Eren was relishing in the feeling of your clamping down on him, your pretty little mewls causing him to cum until you were too dizzy to make anymore noise.

“Babygirl,” You whimpered as you looked at Eren, your foreheads pressed together. Your body was shaking, you knew that, but somehow he was still holding you up, still deep inside of you as gripped the fence.

“Eren, that was-” You panted out, your chest rising and falling heavily due to orgasming twice. “Baby, that was-”

“That was for always being my good luck charm,” Eren told you firmly. “You...you’re always there for me. Every game- every practice. I couldn’t ask for someone better, Y/N.”

And he meant it. You knew he did, and you smiled softly as you nodded and nuzzled your head into his neck.

It was rare to ever have Eren so vulnerable like this, so open with his feelings. You knew he sometimes had a hard time opening up, which only made this moment even more special to you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him as Eren pulled out of you and helped you clean up. Thank god you guys were outside- Eren had made a mess between your thighs but the feeling of his seed still inside of you was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“I love you too,” Eren reassured you before taking your hand and gently guiding your shaking body back to where you were supposed to be.

“God, I hope Mikasa hasn’t taken off yet. I can’t walk home like this,” You grimaced, barely even able to stand up now.

Eren laughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t think we took that long but even if we did- I’d be sure to carry you all the way home.”

[dasomlimie]

Heyyy! I hope ur doing okay if ur requests r open can l request reader asking if she can see whats under sanzu’s mask like that one scene in naruto where he tried so hard to see kakashi’s mask something similar and funny like that take ur time l love ur work <333

%% BEHIND THAT MASK! #!/

characters : aged up!—Sanzu Haruchiyo

a/n : i cant believe im rewrtiting this sorry if this is half assed tumblr didn't save my draft earlier, enjoy ig

Sanzu Haruchiyo..... your masked bf sometimes you were wondering what behind that mask but ofc you wanted to respect his boundaries and dont want to make him uncomfortable, but curiousity start to eat you alive so you have a little plan in your mind

sometimes there's a lot of idea in your mind on why Sanzu didn't remove his mask, maybe he have big lips that unmatched with his face future? or maybe he have crooked teeth? or even worse he doesn't have mouth! but you scratched the last idea since how did he speak if he doesn't have mouth? his nose? yeah that idea once stuck in your head but you decided to remove it because it doesn't make sense at all

you called Sanzu to meet you up infront of a restaurant which he agreed since maybe you were hungry and he is too, you greet Sanzu before taking his hand and walk into the restaurant with him

"today is my treat" you said smiling he raise an eyebrow you were cheerful more than usual "did something good happen?" he ask you shook his head "nope i just wanted to spend time with my lovely boyfriend" you said he nodded start looking at the menu

"are you ready to order?" he ask after a few minutes you nodded letting him call the waiter, you both said your order as the writer write down your order, you noticed Sanzu's order was a heavy meal he probably going to remove his mask

you smile to yourself before mentally patting yourself for coming up with this idea as soon as your food arrived you stare at Sanzu causing him to raise an eyebrow "whats up my love?" he ask you shook your head "nothing eat up" he nod "you too" you nod

you stare as he was about to remove his mask until your phone start ringing you look at the caller ID noticing it was your boss you look at Sanzu "eat first i have to answer this call" you said he nod as he watch your figure walking out from the restaurant

you listen to your boss rant about how her husband keep cancelling their date and how she think he was cheating on her while you were wondering why the hell your boss telling you all of this as she finally hang up you walk into the restaurant only to be greeted by Sanzu scrolling through his phone you blink

"oh baby! what took you too long? oh and im sorry i finished my food first i haven't eat since yesterday" he said giving you closed eyes smile you nod sitting "did you forgot to eat again?" you ask he nod "im very busy yesterday and just go to sleep as soon as i got home" he said you nod

attempt 1 : failed

"want some?" you ask offering your food he shook his head "im full already" he said you nodded visibly deflated "whats up pretty girl? you were all cheerful a while ago" he said chuckling you shook your head from side to side finding a reason and decided to use your boss phone call as your reason "she did it again" you said he pat your head

"did she start ranting to you again? what was is about?" he ask you sigh "about her husband this and that you know the usual why don't they just divorce?" you said leaning to your chair

"maybe you should find a new job if you were that sick of your boss personal life rant" he said you nodded "yeah i should" you said

the second attempt might make him mad but what is life without a little thrill and spice right? right.

you took a deep breath before apologizing gripping the tray in your hand you walk inside the room smiling at Sanzu you walk toward him then purposely trip yourself

you watch everything happen in slow motion how the juice flew and wetting his mask you cheer silently before your face kiss the floor you groan but being muffled by your carpet Sanzu gasp ignoring his wet clothes and mask

"y/n?! are you okay? oh my why are you suddenly become clumsy?" he ask as he help you to get up you have to swallow your image its not even 6 month into your relationship here you are doing stupid things just to what behind his mask

he hiss when he saw your red forehead with a little bloody lips "we should get that lips treated" he suggest you nodded "let me put this away your hoodie was in my closet along with extra mask" you said silently before walking out from the room leaving a little space for you to peak in

you feel your cheeks heat up as you watch his half naked body you silently cheer as he was about to remove his mask when your doorbell rang causing you to curse silent

you keep debating either to look and discover what behind your boyfriend mask or to answer the door you were deep in thought when Sanzu clear his throat his cheeks tinted with rosy pink just like his hair

"i didn't know you're that type of person" he said clearing his throat again you look up before cursing yourself "oh no you got the wrong idea let me go and answer the door ok?" you said walking a little bit too faster "be careful!" Sanzu called as he look you who almost tripped twice

attempt 2 : failed

you look at Sanzu as you keep following—more like stalking—him you tried to make sure you didn't lost him maybe he would remove his mask at the most random time especially when he's alone? yeah thats what you think ,you were now dressed in all black outfit paired with black cap and black mask

yup much like a stalker

you watch him keep turning and leading you to a dark hallways wondering what he was doing here, little did you know he noticed you following him but didn't have any idea it was his girlfriend

"fuck" you curse silently as you lost him you were about to take another turn when someone pull you to opposite turn you yelped both in suprise and pain when your back make a harsh contact to the cold and dirty wall you hiss from how strong someone's grip on your hands is

"who are you and why are you following me?" he ask you stay silent too scared to answer him, Sanzu chuckle "why are you all silent? acting all scared are we?" he said you shiver under his sharp gaze

"i ask you questions" he said you shut your eyes he sigh annoyed and start to loose his patients then decided to remove both your mask and cap you felt his grip on your hands loosening

"y/n?" he said in softer voice than earlier you still shut your eyes tightly slightly trembling "darling look at me" he said as one of hand slither to your waist while the other cup your cheeks thumb caressing your cheeks "open your eyes my love im not going to hurt you" he said you open your eyes slowly meeting his soften gaze

"why are you following me like that? i thought you were one of those people who tried to get me again" he said chuckling you didn't answer instead hugging him burying your face into his chest

"did i scare you that much?" he ask you shook your head as a no, you were actually embarassed of yourself for doing dumb thing to get him to remove his mask

"then why?" he ask hugging you close to him "im sorry" you said he raise an eyebrow "why?" "im sorry for doing dumb thing lately and following you like earlier" you said he chuckled you look up to him

"i get it now" he said removing you from him gently then cup your cheeks with both of his hands "you know you can just ask right?" you pout "i just dont want to make you feel uncomfortable" he shook his head

"you will never im actually waiting for you to ask me by yourself" he said you nodded "then can i uh you know" he nod letting you remove his mask

heart beating loudly Sanzu was prepared from any insult from you yet nothing came our from your mouth, does he freak you out? he was about to apologize when you whispered out a very unexpected word he expects you to say

"beautiful" you said he froze not believing what he just heard "what?" he ask for confirmation "i said beautiful" you repeat before caressing his scars with both of your thumb he sigh in relief

"really? i thought you were going to freaked out" he said you shook your head with confused face while your attention was still on his face "why would i?" you ask

"people always told me its disgusting i thought you would too but apparently not im relieved" you heart broke a little from his words "who the hell said your scars is disgusting?! let me beat them up" you said with determination he shook his head "its okay you were an absolute angel i cant imagine you beating people up" he said pressing a kiss on your forehead

"you look hotter without mask" you whisper he smile "is that so?" he ask you nodded then cover his face with his mask "and only me can see you my beautiful and handsome and hot boyfriend without his mask no one can see your full face they would fall for you" you said he chuckled before ruffling your hair

"whatever you say angel" he said you smile as he lead you out from the hallway just so your know he would use your silly attempt to tease you in the future

attempt 3 : successfully failed

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