#timings which make me giggle (oh what a word. stole it from e into my vocab) bc they don't fit hehe

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May I please request some soft parrlyn please

morning vs night gfs

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bloodsucker chapter 4: invasion

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word count: 3.3k

content warnings: brief description of a break-in

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“night, eren!” sasha mocked me as soon as i walked into the dorm. she followed it up with kissing noises. “would you shut up!” i groaned in embarrassment; shaking my head to get rid of the remaining sleep.

she giggled, continuing the torment, “so.. were you making out with eren all that time,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “i heard he’s good.” the smile on her face turned into a wide smirk. 

“who knows,” i shrugged, heading to my room. i knew my lack of response would make her go crazy. “y/n!? are you really not gonna tell me,” she followed right at my footsteps. entering my room, i put the bear down on my bed, “come on you have to tell me,” she continued with an iron hard resolve. she spun me around with my arms, gripping each of them tightly, “pleasee!” she dragged out the ‘e’ at an obnoxious volume. 

i clasped my hand around her mouth “shh! stop it!” i laughed at her. “i’m just fucking with you. all we did was go on the ferris wheel.” she stood straight on her feet again; disappointment covered her features. “that’s really it?” she pried one last time. “hate to break it to you.”

“so boring.” she rolled her eyes with force. sasha picked up the bear, laying down on the bed with it. she did a double take, examining the bear. “wait, did he give this to you?” she squealed. 

“no, he stole it,” a smile broke through at the memory, “plus it’s an apology bear. why are you so certain something’s going on anyway?” i teased, but i was genuinely curious. maybe her answer would give me more background on him?

“it’s hope, more than anything. you saw how he was today- he was never like that before. maybe if he was into you it would bring him back? i don’t know it’s wishful thinking.” her face was gloomy; like she might start crying if she thought about it anymore. 

“sleepover in my room?” i ask the question like we aren’t separated with just a wall. “duh!” her mood instantly lightens; shooting an exiting the room. in the quiet, my mind runs over the day. i realize that i’m still weaning eren’s jacket. i pull the soft leather closer around me, tucking my face into the neckline. it doesn’t smell like anything. that’s weird, i saw him wearing it all day, but the only scent is faded detergent. 

my mind doesn’t fully process it before sasha runs back in. three pillows and all the blankets she can hold in tow. she runs over to the bed, throwing them on before getting underneath my sheets. “come on, i’m tired!” she whines, opening her arms to invite me in. her body heat keeps me warm and comfortable, allowing me to doze off. in the distance, i hear a jangling but my mind is too far gone to investigate. 

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jean walked close by my side on our way to get coffee, coming back from philosophy. “y/n,” he started, “i really don’t understand anything in chem,” his voice dragged, waiting for me to extend an offer. “oh no that’s awful,” i feigned compassion, “what will horseface do?” he was constantly nagging me about doing this and that assignment or asking for a tutor. i enabled him by giving in, so i didn’t have room to complain. 

“tch,” he pushed my body further from his, “you could help ya’know,” still pleading. 

“yeah i know.. but i wrote that behemoth essay for you literally last week. i’m all burnt out.” he shot me a dirty look; knowing he shouldn’t be asking for anything right now. “whatever i’ll just ask sasha,” his face lit up like he just had the best idea.

i laughed at his ignorance, “dude, sasha is doing worse in chem than me.” looking over at his face, he looked crushed. “we don’t even have the same professors, can’t you just ask someone in your class,” i probed. 

he gave a hefty sigh, “they’re all sick of me asking.”

“huh, who would’ve thought!” it was my turn to push him, sticking my hand out in an attempt which failed. “i hate general requirements,” he groaned, throwing his head back. 

we walked into the coffee shop on campus. the air was weighed down by the thick scent of coffee beans but it was familiar. but today, the atmosphere felt different. my heart rate picked up; hairs sticking up on my neck like eyes were on my again. i looked around, but no one was looking at me. not even jean. shaking it off, i checked my phone as we stood in the pickup line.

eren >:(

are you free for the project today?

you:

lol i forgot

but yeah i’m free rn. meet me at the roast?

eren >:(liked a message

“no-go on those plans tonight, jean. sorry.” i said, shoving my phone back in my pocket. “no it’s cool. you found someone with a bigger dick, finally?” he shot me a nasty smirk. i rose to my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “just eren.” he rolled his eyes as a response. he reached out for yet another shove, but i raised my hands in surrender, “hey don’t shoot the messanger! we have a project due.”

“yeah whatever,” focusing his attention on the baristas in from of us. “jealous jean-boy? i knew you were in love with me,” i laughed a little too loudly, gaining the attention of a few around us. i shot my head down as a response to the attention. 

“so in love,” he smirked in my face but turned at his name being called. his coffee sat on the pick-up counter. grabbing it, he bid me goodbye. i went back to the cashier to place an order for eren. vanilla latte, i think?

i didn’t wait long before he walked in. he must’ve been close by already. i almost choked on the sip i took; his hair was down again. his face was the fullest i had seen it; his eye bags a light pink, almost gone entirely. he didn’t look as harsh as usual. he looked.. good. 

eren noticed me immediately, eyes flickering up and down. “nice jacket,” he laughed through his nose. my brows furrowed as i looked down. shit. it was his jacket. if i remembered i was wearing it today, i would’ve shoved it in my bag. i played nonchalant, “yeah, just found it laying around,” i returned his smirk. his name was called and he looked at me with confusion. i smiled and turned on my heel, walking to the open table in the corner. 

as i sat down, i saw him walking over, coffee in hand. “i hope you brought the book, because i didn’t” he admitted, “just got out of a different class.” yikes, i gave a nervous laugh, “so did i..i was hoping you had it.” just to be sure i trifled through my bag, but no sign of the textbook.

“fuck..” i met his eyes. there wasn’t a sparkle yet, but they looked less cold. maybe it was the absence of the deep bags? just an illusion? i couldn’t be sure. “we can just go back to my dorm,” i trailed, “i actually have furniture this time, promise,” i chucked at myself; happy to no longer have a study-beer table. “yeah, whatever works,” as if it really didn’t matter to him. 

leaving the roast, we changed directions to the dorms. the air was still cold, but the clouds from yesterday were mostly gone, sunlight peeking through the clouds. eren walked to my right, but a pace behind so he stood closer to my back. “what’s your major anyway?” he probed me for a change. “mm journalism.”

he gave a badgering laugh, but didn’t say anything. i whipped around, fully face him, “what’s so funny?” he met my gaze, but shook his head in disregard. “what’s you major then?”

“literature,” he started ahead at the path in front of us. “huh, well isn’t that pointless,” i poked the bear, turning back to continue the walk. we were pretty close to the dorms now. i was lucky to live so close to a coffee shop.

“no it’s not i’m goi-” he cut himself off. he looked in the distance, eyes going cold like they usually did. “what?” i look to him. 

“nothing.” i look in his eyeline’s direction but nothing peculiar was there. as if he could sense he was freaking me out, “i just got a weird feeling.” his eyes bore into mine, oncing me over before walking again. he was deliberate in walking in front of me, but i kept pace close behind him. his face was serious, and within an instant it seemed to become sharp and hollow again. 

as we approached the hallway to my dorm entrance, my door was swung wide open. the fuck? sasha must’ve just forgotten to close it. maybe even hitch. eren continued walking towards the door. the overhead lights were off, and the room was dim and hard to make out despite it being daylight still. 

eren forced his hand in front of my torso, stopping me from walking. both of us had remained dead silent, gears turning in different ways. i moved his hand, attempting to walk into my dorm with him. “i’m sure it’s fine, i have two roomates you know,” i attempted to persuade him, and myself. 

“stay out here,” he barely spared me a glance. i rolled my eyes at his vigilant nature, but my gut told me to listen to him. something felt wrong. i could feel it in my bones. eren walked further in, not bothering to turn on any lights. from my view, i could see my room door was open. the window barely lit it up, but i could tell it was trashed. clothes strewn about, my mattress ripped off of the frame. 

i instinctively took half a step closer; trying to get a better look. it looked like someone must’ve broken in. eren noticed my movement, “i told you not to move!” he raised his voice before storming back out of the dorm, grabbing my hand before dragging me back down the hallway. “eren! sasha might be in there! hitch too,” my mind became frantic at his reaction. his own state made me anxious; i began sucking in quick and shallow breaths. 

i stomped my feet into the ground, trying to get him to stop his pace. “sasha and hitch!” i repeated, my voice high out of fear. it was taxing pushing out words with my distressed breathing. “they’re not in there. no one is,” eren’s voice was even again and he gave my hand another yank. “how can you be sure?”

“because i am, move,” he demanded harshly. i glanced back at the dorm, what if something happens to th-, “y/n!” eren pulled me out of my thoughts. “will you fucking trust me? NO ONE is in there,” with another pull, i let my body move again. i couldn’t be sure, but if sasha was in there, eren wouldn’t just leave her. his pace picked up, and my feet moved on their own. as he led me to the parking lot closer to classrooms, he never let go of my hand. not until he opened his car door, motioning for me to get in. i sat in his car, shocked. someone really broke in?

“text your roomates. see that they’re fine for yourself,” he snapped me back to reality once again. my hands shook as i pulled out my phone, immediately calling sasha. 

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clouds were quick to cover the sky. rain pittered on eren’s windows. his apartment was in inner sina, a part of town i haven’t really explored. it was hard to makeout the view with the water; but the buildings were tall and lit up with the beginnings of moonlight. on a clear day, i wouldn’t doubt that he has the best view in the entire city. 

my nerves were settled now. or, at least, a lot more than they were getting in eren’s car. knowing my roommates were safe put my mind at ease. sasha was with connie; positive she locked the door on her way out this morning. she let me know she’d be safe with him for the night. a text from hitch told me that she hadn’t even been in the dorm for three days, but i doubt she’d be coming back after this fiasco. 

staring at the blurry view before me, i thought about what could’ve really happened. the dorms were safe; you needed a keycard to get in pretty much everywhere, and they were only given out to students living on-campus. so it had to be another student, right? but break-ins were rare; students don’t steal from other students like that. every bit of logic spun my head further around. if there was no rational reason for someone to break in, then why did they?

movement in my peripheral forces me to turn my head. eren laid another blanket next to me. he sat in the alcove next to me, body facing opposite the windows. “thanks. are you sure you don’t want it?” i tipped my head to his body. he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, but it didn’t look warm. 

“no i don’t really get cold.”

“must be nice,” i laughed, taking the blanket and adding another layer around my body. my nerves must’ve made me extra cold. my phone pings, i turn my attention to it and grab it. 

horseface:

y/n

holy shit

are you okay?

sorry i didn’t even see your messages 

i was in the art studio

you:

it’s ok haha don’t worry i’m fine.

horseface:

where are you? are you safe?

you:

yeah i’m just at eren’s apartment. 

he didn’t want me staying on campus

horseface:

okay.

let me know if you need me to pick you up.

don't hesitate. 

you:

okay i won’t. love you jean-boy

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i laughed at jean’s reaction. my stomach unknotted, and i felt lighter knowing that everyone i was worried about had been contacted. i couldn’t do much about the situation, but i’d at least accomplished what i could. “was that sasha?” eren drew my attention to him. he  sat further on the alcove now, his legs half on, facing toward me. 

“no it was jean,” a smile still on my face, remembering his initial spam of concerned messages. so tough, huh? eren’s face stayed still, like he didn’t register the name. “are you dating?” he asked. my face must have shown confusion; eren mimicked it. we started at each other for a few moments, “i thought you weren’t going to dig in my past. i’m holding up my end,” i said it with cocky confidence, knowing it would bother him. 

he frowned, shooting me a death glare, “it’s not the past, it’s a present question.” i laughed at him, “no.” it was a definite answer, “why, do you wanna date him?” i teased, leaning in to keep eye contact with him. eren rolled his eyes with his neck, getting up from his spot next to me. 

he didn’t walk far before turning around, “come on, i’ll put on a movie. anything you want.” his hands were in his pockets, but i could see his fingers twitching. “anything?” i asked with a growing smirk; already having my pick ready. 

he looked confused at my happiness, “yeah, anything i don’t care.” 

“okay, perfect! twilight,” i smiled ear to ear before getting up myself, walking over to the couch carrying all of my blankets and plopping myself down. “no, not twilight.” he was definitive; there probably wasn’t anything that would make him put it on. probably.

“you have something against edward cullen? you said anything, that is anything,” he stood his ground; not budging an inch. “eren,” my tone was flat, “my dorm just got broken into.” bringing the blanket up to my face, i hid the smile that wouldn’t go away, already knowing i won. 

he turned his head up to the ceiling; groaning. “fine,” he spat at me; seeming genuinely unnerved in my choice. he grabbed the remote on the counter before stomping over the couch, and dramatically sitting down with a huff. he sat on the other arm of the couch, the distance of a few cushions between us; i frowned. despite his hissy fit, he began playing twilight. 

‘i'd never given much thought to how i would die,’ came through the speakers as i brought the blankets even closer to my body. the outside atmosphere set the perfect mood to watch twilight in, and just a few minutes in, i had forgotten why i was at eren’s apartment to begin with. 

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my consciousness smelled maple bacon before i opened my eyes. as they fluttered open, i immediately felt the twinge in my neck. “ah-” i closed my eyes with force, moving my head in circles while trying to massage out the ache. it didn’t fix it, but it wasn’t throbbing with pain anymore. 

“finally,” came from an already annoyed eren. guess his good mood from yesterday has worn off. he lifted my phone, holding it in the air to show me, “sasha’s been blowing up your damn phone.” immediately i got up from the warm blankets on the couch, running to grab my phone. was she okay?!

eren was right, there was a long slur of messages, but the first one i saw said ‘call me,’ so i did. after two rings she picked up, “finally. i was beginning to think eren ate you for breakfast,” laughing, i looked up at eren to see a scowl on his face. “i’m sorry, i just woke up! what was so important you sent me fifty thousand messages?” i poked fun at her desperation. 

“you know, nothing crazy,” she giggled through the speaker, “just jean’s lakehouse for the week,” she squealed. “really!?” at the mention of the house, i was ecstatic. we had only ever gone as a group once; his parents were adamant about keeping it pristine. “hell yeah!” i moved the phone away from my ear with her loud yells. 

she started murmuring again, “we’re gonna leave tonight probably. we’ll just stay there until they fix our dorm. or give us a new one, i really don’t know what the fuck,” she sighed. i had almost forgotten. mentally, i slapped myself. how could i forget that? “but i’ll keep you updated, love you byee!” she ended the call abruptly for how desperately she was trying to reach me this morning. i chuckled at the blank screen. 

“you know about the lakehouse?” i ask eren who’s building me a large plate of bacon and scrambled eggs. “yeah, sasha wanted to tell you herself though. seemed very siked,” he deadpanned the last part. he pushed me the plate, and i immediately took a slice of bacon. i looked toward the empty spot on the couch. eren must’ve known what i was thinking, “you fell asleep thirty minutes in. i planned on offering you a bed, but i didn’t want to wake the beast.”

“oh, how sweet of you,” i faked a smile. “so you watched the movie without me?” the thought of eren intently watching twilight made me giggle. “no, i turned it off as soon as your eyes closed,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “chick flicks,” he muttered. 

he leaned against the marble counter as i ate; looking through the windows. “you’re not gonna eat?” i felt like a pig scarfing down food when he had nothing in front of him. “i’m vegan,” he pointed to my plate, “and i already ate pancakes hours ago. you sleep in, apparently.”

i opened my mouth to chide him, but he interrupted me, “shh, hurry up and eat, we should be leaving soon. the drive to marley’s longer from this part of town.”

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6: The Smart Duck

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3664 words

Tags: facefuck, bend over, wild sex, seductive, naughty!Yena 

Inspiration: Horny Discord and Yena of course

Credit: @midnightdancingsol and @worldsover for editing and proof-reading. Kings!

“Oh, hi there! Nice to meet you. I hope you had a good rest.”

You open your eyes too quickly. Bright light reflected by clean white hurts your retina, feeling like a laser burning its way to your brain. Fighting the pain, you try to remember what happened before your eyelids fell down, where you actually are right now, and why a cute-sounding female voice is calling out to you.

Worker was fuming with hatred the last time you spoke with him. Maybe because the Oracle showed more interest in you than in him, maybe because he grew tired of your complaints. but you cannot be certain. Either way, he once again covered your ears, this time with a helmet. While dragging you along with him, he angrily gave you instructions: “A female will pick you up. She has all further tasks for you. I won’t allow disobedience or mistakes from you. Either your work is excellent, or you will feel my wrath.”

“It seems that you are still tired. My name is Yena, by the way.”

The voice shakes you out of your thoughts. You start a second attempt at opening your tired eyelids. With a hand in front of them, it is easier, although it earns you a confused sound from the girl you assume is seated next to you. 

When you finally remove your fingers one by one, you still feel stuck in a dream. A hypermodern train station with all-white, sleek, window-less trains—each of them sitting on a single rail—stretches out before you. At least twenty different platforms in polished beige and white panels are packed with people prancing in precipitance. They shove each other into the train mere seconds after its arrival. The sight leaves you stunned and somewhat delighted—just seeing people, doing human things in a human way, makes you sigh in relief. You don’t feel so alone anymore.

“Hello? Oh, I think I understand now. Is this maybe the first time you’ve seen station 3-Y-E on floor T1419?”

“I have missed seeing something like this,” you mumble, still enticed by humans being humans. You shake yourself and turn your head towards the seat next to you. A big smirk greets you, and it is unlike any other smirk you have seen, because of the unique shape of her lips. Although it sounds stupid, calling her a duck would be accurate.

“I’m sorry, that was impolite of me, Yena. Do I have the correct name?”

Yena nods, quick and reassuringly, which makes you sigh in relief. Before you can explain your reaction or what you think is going on, she interjects:

“Don’t sweat it. No need to be polite with me. I’ll be your guide for today, and I’m sure we will have a lot of fun, so let’s stay loose and calm.”

Yena wiggles from side to side like a snake and smiles brightly. You find her really captivating, a welcome change from the stern, cold-hearted Worker. Instinctively, you follow her example as she stands up and stretches. The sudden glow of a screen in her pocket makes you inspect her outfit more: she is wearing the same overalls as you, style-wise at least. The color is vastly different though—instead of black with orange stripes, she wears green with white stripes.

“I have special tickets so we can travel faster from location to location. I will tell you everything you need to know about the new jobs you will be doing. Feel free to ask any questions you might have. I will try my best to answer all of them. Here!”

Your fingers part as Yena pushes something into them and giggles at your dumbfounded expression. It’s something wrapped in brown plastic—a candy bar.

“Is this real? Like, from Earth, and not synthetic?”

“Definitely! I stole it from some Alien, who has like a collection of that shit. Eat it, before someone notices.”

Hurriedly, you tear the wrapping up and bite into the thick chocolate. Oh, it tastes like home sweet home—quite literally. The sweetness of sugar, unhealthy yet it fills you with life. Yena laughs at you when you inhale it too fast and choke on it.

“Hey! I thought that was my job.”

With teary eyes and swollen cheeks from all the chocolate in your mouth, you muffle a noise of misunderstanding, while you try to swallow properly.

“You know… the choking?”

Dumbfounded by Yena’s joke, you start to realize how this day could end. It’s in your hand after all, and such an idea should not be wasted. The cute, tiny duckling girl seems rather naughty. You give her a knowing wink, while cleaning up your lips. Her lips form a smirk. To any outsider, the view must have been bizarre, but you couldn't care less.

“Our train has already arrived. C’mon! Let me show you your new jobs!”

You follow the direction Yena is pointing towards and indeed: A small train, with red lines and vast windows waits patiently at your platform. The doors to it open after Yena holds a Helper screen onto it, and before you can ask further questions, you both sit in the comfortable futuristic vehicle.

“You don’t need the seatbelt, we will go nice and slowly,” Yena emphasizes, using her uniquely-formed lips. Again, all you can think of is duck. Maybe the aliens tried to interbreed a—no, you force these thoughts to the bottom of Hell. This adorable girl does not deserve such disturbing treatment. 

Only degeneracy.

“Okay, Miss Tour Guide, I’m ready!”

The train goes in motion and so does the flow of words out of Yena’s mouth, who is seated opposite of you:

“You will work in Kitchen 48, Forest 11 and in Engine Room 101, with new supervisors, new colleagues and—most importantly—new girls for your other profession. You should use your work-time to get to know them, imagine new scenes and develop a further understanding of how Spaceship: Horizon operates. Please don’t refrain from asking questions; I’m here for a reason.”

The girl doesn’t even blush or stutter when talking about your porn career. She acts like a professional, someone who could moderate a quiz show or tutor students. Her charm and wit are exceptional. With a playful salute you blurt out:

“Understood!”

“Great! Please, look to your left. Underneath the track this train is sitting on, you can see the aforementioned Kitchen 48. Everyday, 2541 humans work here, either as chefs, sauciers or dishwashers. The last of those is more punishment than actual work, because actual, industrial dishwashers exist here as well. In fact, most of the devices the humans work with here are far beyond the standard we have on Earth, except for this one…”

Yena points at one of the corners in this gigantic room. A pile of wood forming a pyramid burns in glowing orange like an erupting volcano. Pieces of meat, fish, and vegetables hang above it by metal threads. A chaotic curing process for such a modernized kitchen, humans rush with severe haste to keep the structure upright or move the meat around. Panic is constantly present. “Why are they doing it like this? Won’t all of the smoke suffocate them after a while?” you ask, more curious than concerned.

“The reason for this way of curing the meat is the alien supervisor. He believes that this way is the only way the meat can get the perfect, smokey flavor. And don’t be too anxious about our fellow humans: The room is fifteen meters high—even the train above them won’t interrupt them—and the ventilation system is top notch. No need to panic.”

Yena smiles. You smile. Then, the scenery switches after a short time of darkness. It’s kind of like a loading screen from a video game, but you are probably traveling through tunnels in walls separating the different areas.

“On your left and on your right, you can see a vast variety of treetops. Pines, birches, spruces, beeches and maple. Further in the distance, all kinds of nuts and fruit trees, even some from planets far, far away. Inedible for us, but Aliens love them.”

“This is absurd! How large is this territory? Can we even call it a room?”

“Two square kilometers of nothing but trees, machinery and constantly fertilized soil. The rate at which they grow on Earth is nothing compared to here. It’s like they speed up time. Working here is tough, because the carbon dioxide levels are increased to make the trees be more healthy and efficient.”

In awe of Yena’s quick, precise answers and her incredible knowledge, you can’t help but interrupt her avalanche of teachings and tree names:

“Yena, stop for a second please. I—wow, I’m stunned! How do you know all of this? Did you work here? And in the Kitchen as well?”

A faint blush hits her soft-looking cheeks, but unlike female characters in most media, she does not hide the redness behind timid hands. No, Yena looks straight ahead, at you, and gives her answer with a smile:

“No, I worked somewhere entirely different. I was just told to give you a tour for your new jobs, so I asked for a Helper with information and learned everything by heart. I made sure to memorize the tree names, the sizes, the numbers—”

“J-Just to show me all of this? How long did—”

“For about four hours in the last two days. I did not have that much time after work left.”

Utterly perplexed by Yena’s intelligence and work ethic, you sink back into your seat and decide to not interrupt her further. Somehow you get the feeling that she deserves your full attention for this effort; her bubbly voice makes it easy to listen to her for hours. After breathing in the very refreshing air from above the green leaves, you set up a great scene for her in your mind.

“Please Yena, continue!”

She mentions the wood chipper, the plant research centers, the humans working in a large number of different fields, the experiments with temperature, and you always nod your head at the movement of her lips, until darkness engulfs the tube-shaped train again.

“Last but not least, we enter Engine Room 101. Here you will be tasked with cleaning duties. They can range from swinging the good old broom or maneuvering high-end machinery from the 22nd century. It is important that you wear a special safety suit when you get too close to these bright engines with purple bolts of lightning. The radiation could severely hurt you and shrink your testicles. And no one wants that of course.”

Yena grins with the tip of her tongue peaking out from the corner of her mouth, as she looks in between your barely-parted legs and then directly at you. A roll of your eyes, but then you play along and raise your eyebrows. From then on out, it is basically just a festival of flirting between the two of you, with Yena giving occasional explanations about the rather dark and dull setting.

“Cleaning this place must be a horrendous chore,” you sigh, seeing corridors with needless nooks and crannies, bizarre consoles with countless switches and buttons, and weak lamps with blue light and a flicker.

“But cleaning this is definitely not a chore,” Yena giggles sultrily and points at her crotch. A surge of blood travels down your neck, chest, and abdomen, making your head slightly lighter and your other head slightly harder. One annoyingly long sequence of darkness, and you return back to Station 3-Y-E or arrive at another station—it looks the same, so you cannot be certain.

What’s certain is your hand clenching Yena’s and dragging her to the next wall. Pinned between you and the sleek white surface, she stares at you from below. You inspect her expression—pouty duck lips like she is gonna quack any moment, and sparkling, needy pupils.

“I suppose my personal guide is also my new co-actress?” you ask sarcastically, and with Yena’s shown intellect, she of course understands it instantly.

“I hope you have a good idea. Make it fun, like the other times you did it.”

“And you are really fine with getting filmed and stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s not going to end up on Earth anyways, right?”

“Right.”

“So let’s get to it, Mister Pornstar.”

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Ms. Duck. It is not her real name, of course, but all the students call her that during breaks or in private. The reason is her lips. All throughout the school, everyone can recognize them in a matter of seconds. And so, a nickname for one of the most beloved teachers was born—or rather, predetermined. Until today, it was also a well-kept secret among your peers, but you blew it. During a lesson in Biology, you did not pay attention as usual, so when Ms. Choi called upon your name, the veil was lifted.

Ms. Duck. It is what you called her. On accident, while fumbling for words to explain the purpose of whatever-the-fuck a mitochondria is. The answer was completely wrong and instead of a ‘Miss Choi’ you said, ‘Miss Duck.’

The groans, boos, and laughs of your classmates still ring in your ear while you sit on a small uncomfortable chair in front of Ms. Choi’s desk with her seated opposite you. She nods steadily, redundant is her every motion. You dare not speak a word. Nothing you can think of can take you out of this utmost unpleasant situation.

A blank stare on the ground before you, your gaze completely averted from her, yet you feel her eyes dig into your skull to punish you for your disrespectfulness. This humiliating chagrin does not seem to have an end. Perhaps you should fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness, or be honest, or find a good lie.

Suddenly, you feel fingers on your chin raising your head to look at your teacher in front of you. You press down the loudest gulp imaginable and hide your trembling hands in the gap between your knees. 

“Miss Duck? Really?”

“I-I’m so-sorry, Miss Choi.”

“Be honest with me: Is it because of my lips?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want to know what these lips can do?”

It is rather typical for a teacher to ask her students questions. Atypical is her behavior: Tickling fingers glide up and down your thigh while her mouth closes the distance rapidly, her hot breath drying out your speechless tongue even further. Her lids are already closed, yours wide open in shock. She huffs teasingly:

“Do you?”

Soft, slick lips crash onto yours. A sloppy, succulent tongue invades your mouth. The sweet sensation of your teacher's kiss removes all reason. It’s getting more and more blurry inside your mind. It’s getting harder and harder to resist your urges. It’s getting hotter and hotter throughout your body.

But why should you care about your state of mind? Why should you resist the irresistible? Why should you not embrace the burning flames, especially the one in your pants?

Yena—your teacher’s first name is of course not a secret to you—grabs the hem of your jeans and recklessly opens the belt to discard it on the floor, while you roam her back impatiently before ridding her of the now-unnecessary, blocking attire. Pleased by your newfound desire, she hums into the kiss, adding her lewd thoughts along the way:

“Yeah, you like what these lips can do, don’t you?”

“Oh, I want to see what else they can do, Miss Duck.”

“You naughty boy! Show me how much you really want to see it.”

Without another thought—although there wasn’t even a first to begin with, if you were being honest—one of your hands forces the small woman to kneel in the gap your parted legs form, while the other pulls your jeans down further. After a moan of surprise, she accepts her place with grace and fulfills your task for you. Your throbbing cock grows into the empty space while she enjoys the sight, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect circle.

“What a nice hole your ducky lips can form, Miss Duck. I will have to test their usefulness with my tool.”

“Please do! Don’t hold back!”

Yeah, like she needed to say that. Her cunt is probably wet from you calling her this stupid nickname, but you’re going to test first if she is equally wet in her upper orifice. Stand up from your seat and plow into her in one motion, and lean back, mirroring that one tower somewhere in Europe.

Losing track of the location is the least of your worries: The duckling sucks with such ferociousness that you feel a premature ejaculation approach faster and stronger than a tsunami. A quick pull out from your doom, then you slap her cheeks and—of course—lips with your hot rod.

“You are so fucking needy, huh?”

Yena nods, not hiding her arousal.

“You like your face fucked, huh?”

More nods, even faster now.

“You don’t even want me to look at your exposed, toned body, with ample breasts and a leaking slit. No, you just want to get cock in your mouth, to cum even more juice on the floor.”

She only nods, up and down.

“Pathetic to let your student do this. What would others think if they knew I did this to you?”

This is grabbing her hair roughly and shooting your hips forward. It buries your cock deep in her, but not too long. This is a loop that keeps you stimulated but does not make you cum too early. The back of her throat is like a switch for her tear ducts, but they produce faster than you can pump into Yena’s face. This is also indulging in the mess you make of her. Spit and sweat slide down her slender body, staining tits, abs and thighs along the way.

Her pussy tries to rival her tear ducts as she spurts out droplets of liquid with each of your attacks. It’s like her entire body wants to get fucked all over, which makes you consider changing things up. But Yena’s euphoric sounds—the rare gags mixed with her attempts to hum sound like quacks—keep you locked in this pistoning motion. Dick in, dick out.

“How many cocks did you have in there? Your gag reflex only works—fuck—sporadically. Maybe I can finish it off.”

The constant fucking of your enormous length over her warm tongue into her tight throat does not change, but you slowly move forward, making her take more cock for a longer time. She tries to adjust, but you hold her in place and leave yourself to stay warm. Warmth for you is terrifying panic for her.

“Choke on it a little more, my little duck. Let’s end your gag reflex. I’ll—holy shit—even give you a reward.”

When she hears the word reward, Yena loosens. The choking and tears might be violent, but you will not let her die. Of course not. Such talent, beauty, and wits should not be wasted. Although you hate pulling out of the amazing sensation of her clenching and squeezing you, it is for the better.

Yena immediately starts to cough and spit everywhere, her pale body now bent in the other direction, her hair grazing your balls and her hands on your shins. Worry for her well-being reaches the last part of your brain that still has humanity—the rest is just a haze of lust.

“Are you good, Miss Choi? Did I go too—”

“N-No. M-More. My r-reward.”

Yena finishes her coughing fit and smiles at you. The mess you made of her makes you feral, but she seems to absolutely dig it—so you’re going to dick her. The desk is fitting for your idea, so you pick Yena up—her perfectly-fit legs are a surprise—and bend her over the table, ass sticking out and one leg resting on the top.

“Let’s see what these other lips can do, shall we, Miss Duck?”

A hoarse chuckle from Yena before she wiggles her butt closer to you. Then you pin her down and go full-on pound town on her, thrusting into her experienced core. Although she most likely had her fair share of sex in the past, she still feels amazing, her tight cavern wraps around your shaft, similar to her lips. Yena looks back at you, a lip bite and seductive glance are all you need to know.

You part your legs slightly and pump harder with your hips—the sound of your crotch on her small, adorable butt lewd and loud. However, it still is not enough to finally push her over the edge, so you grab her waist and use her like a fleshlight. Her light body is easily movable, and her infinite source of juices coats your shaft, and you slip in and out of her easily.

Yena moans and screams when she climaxes, but you don’t pay attention to her, only you’re chasing your pleasure through the lingering question of morality. Only when Yena starts to pound the table like you do her, you realize how overstimulated she is. Waves of girl cum look like cleaning stains on the table and floor. She whimpers.

Three long thrusts, you pull out, stroking another three times and finally releasing all of the tension with thick loads of sperm, covering her small back. The constant, broken record of feral thoughts in your brain comes to a halt. The last thing you feel is your cum leaving your tip, and this overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. Your mind might as well be in Nirvana.

Yet it is on Horizon, somewhere in the solar system. And in Nirvana, you would not drop to the ground and pass out from… whatever. 

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[loousir]

[Oni] Stealing a Prince

Pirate Oni Male x Male Reader

Warnings: Smoochin, some desk pinning, the smallest sliver of booty grabbing, prince thieves, nothing bad really

Takumi

Masterlist

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Ugh... What..?

Where am I?

Panic suddenly coarsed through your body as you got up from what you assumed to be a bed. The blankets fell to the floor and you quickly looked around the room.

Wood everything...

Circle windows...

Blue outside the window...

Wait blue outside the window?!

You quickly went over to the window, nearly tripping on the blanket as you did.

"Blue outside the window..."

The door suddenly flung open. To reveal a slim man wearing loose, slightly torn clothes. "So ya are awake!" You glared at him. "Who the hell are you. And why am I here?" The man laughs. "Boss likes em' fistey!" He grabs you by the wrist and drags out out of the room.

"Hey! Let-go of me!" You tried to get out of his grasp but for being so thin he was WAY stronger than he looked. Once he pulled you out of the room, several eyes were staring at you. He still held on to your wrist when another crew member went and knocked on a door.

You still tried to get out of the man's grasp and away from prying eyes. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a tall and sturdy yet slim man wearing all black. He adorned a pure black pirate captains hat with a large black feather. You couldn't see his face at all and any skin was covered. You glared at the man and finally ripped your hand away from the one that held you, gently rubbing your sore wrist.

"Now now, Fisher, that's no way to treat our royal guest." He said, scolding who you would assume was the one holding on to you.

Why does he seem familiar...

That question was quickly answered. When he looked up to you. His golden eyes along with his cheeky smirk against that red skin of his. "Its been a while hasn't it?" You glared harshly at him. "Takumi..!" You ran over to him and practically jumped onto him, hugging him tightly.

He laughed and hugged you back, spinning you slightly. "I've missed you so damn much Takumi." You pulled back and looked up to his eyes. He smiled and looked to yours as well. "Sorry I didn't send a letter in advance. But I did promise I would steal you away." You shook your head slightly and rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.

Takumi removed his gloves and rested one of his hands on your cheek to which you leaned in to. Suddenly, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to look you in the eyes. "You stole me from the castle in the middle of the night." He smiles and rubs the back of his head. "I ah, may... Have?" You pushed him away and took a few steps away. "You fucking stole me in the middle of the night Takumi!?"

You looked back to him and he nods. "Well, I can't break promises... And plus your a heavy sleeper. You didn't wake up at all..." He mumbled out. A cough caught both yours and his attention, making both of you realize that his crew had just watched all that happened. You went over to Takumi and hid your face in his chest before he began explaining.

---

After the short while that Takumi had explained the situation, the crew seemed to understand the situation they were in. "Takumi, can we talk in private?" Takumi nods and gently grabs your hand, taking you to the door he emerged from not too long ago. He closed the door and turned around to you sitting on his desk, facing him.

"Do you understand how much trouble we will be in when that sun comes up fully?" Takumi sighs and takes his hat off, setting it on a hat stand. His mid sized horns that were the same colour as his skin stood out against his short back hair. He took of his other glove as he continued to walk over to the desk. "I know full well how much trouble we'll be in my Prince." He sets both of his gloves down on the desk next to you before pinning you to the desk.

He had you between his arms as he leaned into you. "But I am fully prepared to take on the challenge of running from your naval fleet for years." He smiled and looked to your eyes. "Plus it helps I have someone oh so familiar with them." You smiled as well and pulled him into a kiss. He pressed himself into you and placed a hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth slightly as he grind his knee against you. Both of you pulled away for a moment of air.

"Takumi..."

He smiled and licked his lips. "I missed you so much. Ever since that day you helped me I've been falling deeper and deeper in love with you." He sighed and presses his face into the crook of your neck. "I can believe how much both of us have changed since our last meeting." Takumi breathed in your scent for a moment before kissing at your neck. "You have no clue how long I've waited for this. For us to finally be together. I know I might sound crazy but, I'm just so happy."

You smiled and hugged his head to your neck. "Takumi. I've never experienced someone like you." He pulls away to look at you with confusion, your hands rested wrapped around his neck. "Not in a bad way. I just... Love how different you are from everyone I've ever met. You captivated me the second I heard about you. Thank gods that guard couldn't keep his mouth shut around me. If it wasn't for him we never would of met."

---When They First Met--- (Past)

"Oh man, did you hear about that pirate kid that got caught trying to steal from the castle? What a wack! Who the hell in their right mind would try to steal from this place!"

"Idiot! Keep it down, you aren't supposed to be this loud in the middle of the night! Especially in front of the Prince's room..."

You heard the conversation from the other side of the door, you were about to sneak out anyway to go watch the night festival but this pirate kid seemed so much more, fun.

With a roll of your eyes, you checked the halls to make sure there was no surprise patrols before making your way down to the prison cells. There was a guard at the door but he was sleeping. You carefully snuck past him and looked around the cells for the pirate kid. You almost instantly noticed him. "Woah..." He looked up to you with scared yet fierce eyes. "What the hell do you want." His tongue was sharp. You didn't say anything and kept walking towards the cell he was in.

"Y-you're an Oni, right?" His eyes widened slightly before glaring. "Yeah? So what about it." You shook your head and leaned against the bars. "I've just... You're so... Woah..." He rolled his eyes again. "Is that all you can say? If you want to punish me or whatever then just do-" "No!" You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and looked to the guard to see if they woke but fortunately they didn't. "Sorry I-" You looked back over to him to see he looked a bit shocked.

"I'm actually not supposed to be down here but when I heard that there was a pirate boy in our otherwise empty prison I was shocked. You have a lot of guts trying to steal from my family." His eyes widened and he crawled over to the iron bars. "Your family?!" You nodded. "Yeah. I'm the Prince." His jaw hung slack at your comment. You reached through the bars and closed his mouth. You could feel his face getting hot before pulling your hand away.

"As someone who had experienced it, having a fly land in your mouth is disgusting." His hand went to cover his mouth as he looked away. There was a moment of silence between you two when you decided to be a bit more ballsy than usual tonight. "Do you wanna go see the festival with me?" He looked back at you with eyes as wide as saucers. "And I promise I won't bring you back here once we're done. They won't ever know it was me who did it either. The guard will probably get punished but he's a... Uh..."

"A bitch?"

"Does that mean really rude, mean, and incredibly annoying?"

"Yes."

"Then y-yeah... A, b-bitch..."

The Oni boy smiled and you quietly snuck over to where the keys hung and found the one to unlock his cell. "Did I say a bad word?" You asked looking up to him. His face was shrouded in the moonlight, letting you see his bright golden eyes. "Words are only bad because people say they are. Bitch is a bAd WoRd." He said with a smile. You smiled as well and carefully grabbed his hand, leading him to put the keys back before whispering, "Stay close to me, ok?"

That night the two of you watched the festival in town with all the performers, lights, and just over all merriment.

"What's your name?" You asked, looking away from the fireworks to your new found companion. "Takumi." He said, looking to you as well with a smile. "I know you know my name but. I just want you to know me as (Y/n). Nothing more nothing less." Takumi smiled even more and tackled you into a hug, both of you giggling like school girls. Takumi pulled away and was hovering over you.

"Let's meet up here every festival." He said to you. "And I'll just say this now cause I know there will be one day when I stop showing up but... I promise I'll steal you away, and make you my co-captain."

---Present Time---

Takumi smiled and picked you up, holding just under your ass. He took you down a small set of stairs into a decently sized room. He laid you down on the bed before hovering over you. "Hey." He said, looking down into your (e/c) eyes. "Hi." You responded while putting a hand on his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb. You sighed and closed your eyes, getting comfortable in the bed before pulling Takumi down on top of you.

"Let's take a nap. I'm tired."

----- 1778 Maybe part 2

[twinklelilstarkey]

if you could write more about dad!rafe that would be amazing!!

Loving - Dad!Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.7k+

Type: Fluff

Summary: Rafe, Y/N and their daughter go to Midsummers, where a family reunion awaits them.

Warnings: Dad!Rafe and Dad!Topper. All the characters are slightly older in this imagine. Mentions of symptoms of anxiety. 

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Credits for the beautiful gif @drewsephstarke (if u want me to not repost it, let me know, i’ll delete it. I just couldn’t find any others on the normal tumblr gifs)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

"Do you have everything?” You ask Rafe, again, making him sigh.

“Yes, for the millionth time. Yes” He chuckles, “Breathe, baby. Jesus.”

You’ve been stressing for the past week. It’s been 2 years since you’ve last been in a Cameron’s event as important as the Midsummers and all you can feel is the pressure and stress running in your veins.

Not only will you re-seeing all your high school ‘friends’, but also Rafe’s side of the family. And no, you’re not talking about Sarah and Wheezie. You’re talking about Ward and Rose, who haven’t seen their granddaughter since the week she was born.

It was Rafe’s decision to make them not as inclusive as your side of the family, and you didn’t judge him for it. It was his choice to make.

But still, the idea of seeing them again after so long is stressful enough to make you seem paranoid with every small thing.

You reopen your small purse to check if you have everything that you need for the night and you sigh as you see, literally, everything.

“We need to go now.” Rafe says from beside you.

“Okay, let’s go.”

As you walk down the front yard of your parents’ house, you grab your car keys as Rafe calls out for Y/D/N, who is still inside the house.

The small girl walks out of the living room once hearing her dad’s voice and once her big eyes land on him, she extends her arms his way, grabby hands into the air.

Rafe walks towards her and picks her up, adjusting her dress slightly since she has been sitting on the ground this whole time, and looks up to check on you.

You had already walked out of the house and to the car, which didn’t surprise him. So Rafe walks with Y/D/N on his hip and closes the front door after him. H

e puts his baby girl down on her seat in the back and you pass him the keys before taking your seat on the passenger side, letting he go around to sit and start the car.

(...)

"Oh my god! I’ve missed you so much!” Sarah screams in the lobby of the building, catching everyone’s attention, as she runs towards you.

She wraps her arms around you as soon as she’s close enough and starts swaying you from side to side in her tight hold. 

Rafe walks in the building, Y/D/N on his hip, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as he fluffs out her dress and walks over to you.

“Oh, she’s here too” Sarah gasps when pulling away from you, eyes wide when staring at your daughter in Rafe’s arms. “Oh, well hello you cute little bug” she says with her baby voice.

Rafe laughs down at his sister, finding her baby voice ridiculous, and you look around a little, noticing how many people are as late as you. 

Thank god you’re not the last ones to get here.

“Can I hold her?” Sarah asks her brother.

Rafe doesn’t answer, he just leans a bit down and passes the small girl to her aunt. Y/D/N looks at her dad, confused look as she’s passed to Sarah.

“Where’s dad?” He asks Sarah.

Sarah walks over to you and Rafe follows her, resting his hand on your lower back once he stands right beside you.

“He’s...” She starts, looking around in the main room, “Probably...” She walks a bit to get a better view, and then turns to the two of you, “Outside”

You smile a bit at her words and you all start walking out of the lobby to try and find the man that organized this whole night. You walk beside Rafe, trying to swallow your nerves away, while looking around.

Rafe laughs a bit next to you and you look up at him to find him staring at Y/D/N. You follow his gaze and your eyes lay a wide eyed toddler staring intensely at her aunt, almost as if in shock.

You chuckle and that seems to catch the attention of the small girl, who looks at the two of you. Your and Rafe’s smile influence her into smiling as well and even to let a little giggle.

“Dad!” Sarah says excitingly as you three walk out to the porch, “Look who’s here”

Ward Cameron, himself, stands not too far from you, talking to maybe some business partners or just some acquaintances from the island’s Figure Eight. He looks over his shoulder to find his daughter holding a baby.

“Look Y/D/N, it’s grandpa.” Sarah says excitingly while making the girl jump on her hip, making it seem like she is actually excited to see him.

And that’s when Ward understood who the girl is, his granddaughter.

He looks up to find both you and Rafe standing behind Sarah and a smile is plastered on his face. Some might say it’s rather fake, but who are you to comment on that?

The men that were standing beside him drift their eyes to look at you all and they can’t help but feel shocked when they see the oldest son of Ward in front of them. 

It’s been years since he had last been to events like these.

“My son, it’s great to see you again.” Ward says, after giving the small girl a smile.

The Cameron men give each other a quite awkward hug and Ward turns to you.

“It’s great to see you too, Y/N. You haven’t changed at all since I last saw you.”

Oh, yes. The day after his granddaughter was born. The last time you all were together in one room. 

The last time he had tried to have an argument with Rafe and Rafe had finally enough of him.

Something that it’s surely still too fresh on Rafe’s mind still. As well as Ward’s.

Ward turns to Sarah once more and extends his hands as a way to motion wanting to hold the baby. 

Sarah passes him Y/D/N, who doesn’t look all that pleased with all the unknown people holding and staring at her.

“Aren’t you adorable?” Rose asks from behind you.

You turn to stare at her and she’s glancing adoringly at your daughter.

The older couple give all their attention to the small ‘chubby-cheeked’ girl and you walk over to Rafe, leaning your side against his, making him wrap his arm over your shoulders. 

As he plants a kiss over your hair, you turn to Sarah and start a conversation.

While you talk your worries away with Sarah, now feeling more relaxed, Rafe can’t take his eyes off his dad, who seems, to him, to be moving further and further way with his baby. 

In reality, he knows that Ward is not that far, but he sure is far enough to make anxiety bubble up in Rafe’s chest.

Y/D/N looks away from Ward and looks over at her dad, her usual pout after much forced socialization forming on her lips. 

She extends her small arms to her dad and Rose looks over at Rafe.

“Looks like she wants to go back to dad.” She says with a sweet smile, not something anyone is used to seeing.

Ward passes the child over to Rafe’s arms and he’s quick to hold her close to him. 

The baby snuggles into his neck and coos a little as she does it, melting into her dad’s warmth and familiar hold.

The people around them steal some glances and awe at the sight of the small baby clinging to the scowling Rafe Cameron that everyone seems to recognize.

You laugh beside him at Sarah’s words and Rose and Ward are quick to join the conversation. Rose’s smile very prominent on her face, making you ease up next to her. While, Ward, on the other, stole glares at his son, same exact scowl on his face.

You hold Rafe’s vacant hand, giving it a small squeeze, and he looks down at you, coming back to reality.

“You okay?” You ask him in a whisper and he just nods.

The small girl on his chest moves a bit and peeks with her big eyes, over her dad’s shoulder, at the people behind the porch. 

Some of them dancing and some just talking with a drink on their hand.

“Top” She gasps and Rafe looks down at her.

The small girl slaps his chest lightly to try and grab her dad’s attention and he looks over his shoulder to see Topper with a drink on his hand and a kid resting over his hip.

Rafe brings his fingers over to his lips, letting go of your hand, and whistles at his best friend, grabbing his attention and some other people’s in front and beside him as well. 

The girl giggles at her dad and brings her small hands to her mouth, trying to imitate her dad, gaining a smile from you and a laugh from Sarah.

Topper smiles up at Rafe and starts making his way towards the porch. And as he stands beside Rafe, he changes Y/D/N to his other arm, all to greet his best friend with the right hand.

Rafe’s scowl lifts off his features as Topper starts making conversation and Ward looks away from the two young fathers, listening to what his daughter and wife are talking about.

As Topper looks over at you and starts a small conversation just to greet you, Y/D/N lays her small palm on Rafe’s cheek, getting his attention again. She smiles widely and acts all shy as his eyes land on her.

“Why are you all shy, now?” He asks the small girl playfully, “Uh?”

He pokes her side to make her erupt into her usual fit of giggles, trying to stop his hand with hers.

Rose and Ward look up at the sound of the adorable giggles and they eye Rafe Cameron smile sweetly at the small girl, threatening to start tickling her again.

The small girl shakes her head again violently at her dad’s other question and leans in, planting a small faint kiss over his cheek. He gasps dramatically and does the same to her cheek, making the girl start laughing again.

You look up at them and smile at how adorable they are.

Rafe peppers his daughter’s face with kisses and she laughs loudly, grabbing her dad’s face with her small hands to make him stop.

“Lowe you” She says as he leans his head away and he smiles at her, gaining a awe from all the women in front of him.

“I love you too” He answers, making the baby satisfied with his words and lean in close to his chest once more.

Ward stares at his son in slight shock, he did not expect Rafe to ever be as loving as this. 

He expected him to be like... him. His dad. 

And he’s more than wrong.

God, I missed writing for Dad!Rafe. We don’t deserve him, too cute for our own good.

            *HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY*

[gojology]

Job Benefits. (Part One)

new beginnings ‧₊˚✩彡. - chapter one.

you can find part two here : part two : undesirable

pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader

warnings : cursing

wordcount : 1960

a/n : something that i’ve been working on for a while now. this is self indulgent as all hell and i’m starting a new series n idk when it’ll end necessarily but ceo gojo is all i need in my life. also i have like 300 million requests to go through but i PROMISE i’ll get them done! i just need to finish my valentines event thingy and i’ll be open! 

it has come to my attention that gojo is his surname and i’m too lazy to fix anything other then the first name basis part im so sorry LOl

         It’s no secret that you like working the office.      Even as a child you enjoyed the formal atmosphere when you walked into your parent’s workplace, and even better, you enjoyed organizing stuff. Growing up, your favorite pass time was cleaning and organizing which caused you to excel in school, coupled with your natural smarts. Your peers would constantly tease you, telling you that you were a boring kid- but hey, you’d be making lots of money, and what better job would there be for you, aside from being someone’s secretary?      Those were the first words that came across your mind as soon as you stepped into the prestigious building, heels rhythmically hitting the stainless floor, suitcase in hand. It was also the first lie that you’d tell yourself in there.      You had known about this company even as a child. One that sold just about everything, the most notable being luxurious clothing, but something the company was also well known for? How attractive the family was.      Sure it was a bit weird, but in defense of the general public their appearances were rare, only once in a while you’d see the family on TV. Waving in their limousine, blowing kisses and doing things rich people do, or maybe ignoring the cheering crowd of journalists and news reporters, hell like you knew.     Catching glimpses of the wildly white haired family was something every paparazzi threw themselves at, and picking up a magazine or going to search something on the internet would be sure to be chock full of pictures of the esteemed family. The highlight of the family being the son, just because of how handsome he was, and also happened to be the most publicly known and fawned over family member-     Gojo fucking Satoru.      Luckily for you, he was your boss, so you could probably reveal the tiniest of secrets and make major bank. Unluckily for you, he was childish as all hell, not to mention you found childish people incredibly annoying. The worst thing? You were his secretary.      That could only spell out doom for a man like him, and a woman like you, who only wanted to get business done and nothing else. You two truly did not mix.     Two months prior, you had gotten the job and was finally excited to have stable income after graduating. Your hirers didn’t tell you anything about having to babysit a manchild though.     And so, that’s how you found yourself sitting in the comfortable plush leather office chair, fumbling under the piles of paperwork and fan letters, cursing your boss’s name under your breath for being so unconcerned with work. Scheduling appointments, interviews, sending e-mails of unacceptance to eager authors asking to write an auto-biography, that was your life.      You’d be content with it if your boss was normal.      As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s like he heard you think.     “(Y/N)-chan~!” you hear a familiar sing-songy voice down the rather short hallway. Your office resided right next to his, and it would only take him 30 seconds or so to walk down to your door, presumably to annoy the hell out of you. You grunt, blowing a stray hair out of your face.     This also meant that you could hear him sing from his office, even through the thick walls.      Choosing to ignore it, you instead furiously typed to another business executive’s secretary who had just emailed you about a meeting between Gojo and- well you weren’t quite sure who.      “(Y/N)-chan~ I know you hear me, don’t you know it’s disrespectful to not listen to your seniors?” his playful, deep voice was growing closer, and you straighten your back, sighing. You didn’t sign up to be a daycare worker, yet this was what you found yourself doing most of the time.      “I’m sorry, Satoru-sama, please instill me with your great knowledge, oh wise one.” rolling your eyes and rubbing your temples, you glance up from your laptop, bracing yourself for whatever would happen next. Gojo leaned on the frame of your door, head ducking slightly. He was way too tall to walk under it without any issue.      He was unnecessarily calm though, normally he’d be jumping around your office, making a mess of things, but his body language told otherwise. He was slacking off from his duties, obviously, so you weren’t too sure why he’d be acting so... Chill.     With his arms crossed, he gave you a mischievous side eye.     Growing impatient, you stand up, your knuckles grinding against the tabletop. Your brow knitted together as he peered down on you, almost tauntingly, and you hated it.  “Listen, boss. I have a lot to do today, for you, might I add as I am your secretary- and if you’re going to sit around I don’t think I’ll get to these emails and phone calls and everything fast enough. May I kindly assist you with anything? If not I’ll have to ask you to go back to... Whatever you were doing.”      Gojo looked at you, wide-eyed and unblinking, like he didn’t expect such a sassy remark. “Oh my, sweetie. Someone has a naughty mouth... To your boss of all people? How mean! I don’t think I remember putting, ‘allowed to be rude to the Satoru clan’ down on the job benefits.. What’s with the formal tone as well? So unnecessary, just be yourself when you’re talking to me.”     He sauntered closer to your desk, and your breath hitched, this was one of the first times you’d seen him up close like this, and you swore that you could hear your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest. You don’t know what that could mean; but what you did know was that you wanted to slap him or punch a hole into the glass window right behind you and throw him off the 15 floor building. Leaning in close to your ear, he whispered:      “Or, if you wanna stick with the business voice- call me sir. Got that?”     You nod before looking down at your desk, feeling your body heat up for seemingly no particular reason. Did this guy have any knowledge of a private bubble? Whatever, this was your superior. If it was any boss you’d probably be fired by now. You were lucky to be forgiven.     “Yes, sir. May I comment on something... Er, sir?”     “I’m all ears.” standing back up from leaning over your incredibly messy desk, you looked up at him, he looked down at you in response, with beady little “innocent” eyes through his circular shades.      “I didn’t mean to be sassy, I only wish for this relationship to be professional and nothing else.... I, um, truly do apologize and I ask for your forgiveness.” you studied the wall as you say this, fidgeting with your hands and the hem of your pencil skirt. It was a bit awkward to talk to him as if he wasn’t a kid, but it did feel certainly refreshing.      “Is that so?” you turn your head to look back at him as a sign of respect, an eyebrow of his is raised, and a smug smirk is playing at his lips. He talked with such an aura of arrogance around him, you instantly regret being respectful. Yet, you restrain yourself from slapping that stupid smirk off his stupidly handsome face.      Why did all the handsome ones have to be so annoying?      Fuck, no, that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Even though it was only in your mind, you felt so embarrassed, and had no idea why. It wasn’t like he could read your thoughts, and it was just a mindless compliment, nothing flirtatious about it.       Finally, he spoke. “Aw. (Y/N), I knew we picked well when we hired you. So respectful and professional! What more can I ask for out of a secretary? I humbly accept your apology- but first please do something for me.” he whistled in the other direction as he picked up one of your cute stationary pens, hastily sliding it into his blazer’s pockets.     “Yes, sir?” you brace yourself for impact yet again. Not noticing that he stole one of your favorite pens.     “Slack off a little. None of my secretaries ever worked this hard. I’ll slide in an extra hour for lunch, you can go watch a movie or something-”      “No. Satoru. Contrary to your other secretaries, I actually enjoy work.” standing up now, you stomp over to Gojo, who was now giggling like a 7 year old girl. You hadn’t realized that you had called him by his first name, but honorifics wasn’t on your mind right now.     Your chest stuck out as you shoved him out of your office with your bare hands, maybe as a way of looking more threatening, as if that’d ever work against him.     “Get out of my office!” You hope your eyes are staring daggers, if he ever looked back at you.     Gojo looked at you like he was shocked, tipping his shades down just slightly as you were pushing him out into the hallway. As if he didn’t believe what he was seeing, so he had to see it with his actual eyes- but eventually laughed before accepting his eventual fate.      “On a first name basis now, aren’t we? You’re straightforward! I like straightforward girls though, it works out in your favor.”     “Shut it.”      He made sure to stiffen once in a while just to piss you off so that you couldn’t push him as easily, and before long he was back to his office.       “Cya (Y/N)!” giving you a wave and a wink, he grinned. “I’ll be sure to visit you again, your office is fun!”       That was just one of the unusual interactions that Gojo Satoru had with you, but you knew now that it certainly wouldn’t be the last.  ‧₊˚✩彡.      It didn’t take you long before you realized your favorite pen was gone.       Almost immediately, you figured out who the thief was.       It was evident by now that your relationship between you and your boss wasn’t normal, to say the least. You just couldn’t quite wrap your head around why he stole a cute carrot pen, it certainly wasn’t his style. Well, you weren’t quite sure honestly, but the way the magazine front covers posed him was... Sexual.       Maybe the hot guy liked cute carrot pens and was too scared to buy them by himself, but, it was 2021. Toxic masculinity was basically extinct.      This wasn’t on his mind when he stole your pen, though. Gojo Satoru was smart when he wanted to be. To be quite honest, he just wanted to annoy you more. It made him curious, how could one enjoy work? And be cute at the same time?     The logic made no sense to him. Attending meetings, doing interviews- this was all very boring work to Satoru, and he couldn’t wrap his head around that you enjoyed that. He hadn’t asked to inherit the company, but yet here he was now. Shit, maybe he’d ask you if you wanted the company.      He yawned before drinking his coffee, just how he liked it before taking a sip he straightened his tie, just to make sure he looked extra clean and fresh when you busted down the door, ruffling his fluffy white hair as he did so.     Gojo hated the work environment, just to be straightforward. One thing he did enjoy was the complementary luxury coffee machine, alongside several sugar packets. Placing his impossibly long stick-like legs onto the table, he sighed happily.      Cute girl being his secretary, drinking yummy coffee, the sun rays warming up the back of his head, he was truly living the life.     And then he heard it.      Loud steps against the tile floor.      And then, his door flung open.         

[coffeecakefanfics]

Good Girl  BolinxFemReader

Had two admins ask for sub/dom bolin and soft core Bo (it gets more than soft core and I DID put a warning before it got too far if you’re uncomfy with it <3  

Requests:OPEN

Dm’s: OPEN, I always like new friends :)

Warnings:Smut, angst?, language (always)

Being apart of Team Avatar was great.  As a waterbender yourself you and Korra got along really well actually.  You all met as a probender funnily enough.  Your team had smacked the hell out of them and they saw you in the halls of the arena after.  Bolin was the first to say something to you. 

“Um, hi- I uh, you’re really good and you’re really. . . pretty,” he drifted off when you turned around.  

“Oh thank you,” you giggled and smiled at him.  He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“So uh if you’re not doing anything would you like to grab a drink or food?” he looked at the girl pleadingly.  She smiled in return and tossed her bag in her car.

“Well come on,” She said and hopped in. 

So here they all were crowded at the beach on Ember Island.  Korra and Asami were stood at the net playing ball.  Bolin had gone to get drinks for the group, which left Mako and (y/n) to sit on the beach. The girl had a cover robe draped loosely around her shoulders as she sat upright.  Mako laid next to her on a towel. 

“So what’s up with you and Bolin?” He asked suddenly.

“What do you mean?” She asked staring at the water. 

“I mean you constantly flirt with him, why not just make a move?” he peeked at the girl. 

“Well, I mean I flirt and try to get an answer from him but he never gives me any sign back,” she shrugged. 

“Why not just ask him?”

“Because, I don’t wan’t to ruin our friendship, I mean Bo is my closest friend,” she peeked over her shades at him. 

“I mean that’s fair but still, he’ll never know if you don’t tell him,” he said pointedly. 

“Yeah yeah,” she swatted her hand, knocking the umbrella over in the process. 

“Oh god are you okay?” Mako asked reaching around the girl to put the umbrella back up. 

“Mako I’m fine,” She laughed. 

Bolin stole glances at the two.  Mako’s arms reaching around her, her bathing suit seemed to cut lower with every glance.  It was in the way that her sun hat tilted over their heads.  It was the sound of her laugh, loud and light.  It was Mako smirking at her.  He was jealous, and it wasn’t just a small ping anymore, it was a full pit.  His stomach twisted when they got up and rushed into the water.  They were thigh deep when he got back to their spot. 

“Bo!” She called waving him out to her. “Bo, come in,” She grinned at him.  He sighed and slowly started to walk to her.  “Come on Bolin, I know you’re faster than that,” she smiled and waded over to him.  She carefully grabbed his hand and led him up to waist level.  She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.  He let the tension go and hugged back.  Suddenly her arms got tight and she flung him around, sending them both underwater. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” He yelled when he surfaced.

“I’m sorry?” she bit her lip, fighting a smile.

“I’m gonna fuck your world up,” he grinned and dove after her.  The girl yelped and swam out further. Bolin chased her out into the water.  The two swam until the sun was set.  They sat next to the fire Mako had left hours ago laid out on the beach blanket.  

“Oh bolin look at the stars,” (y/n) smiled as she laid on her back.  But Bolin wasn’t watching the stars.  He was watching the way her lips curled upward softly, and the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the way her cheeks were tinted red, the way her hair fell around her hair, how nice it would look in his hand.  How perfect her throat would fit in his grasp. 

“Boooliiin,” she dragged his name out. 

“Oh- uh yeah?” He snapped back.

“Are you okay? you’ve seemed off all day,” she frowned at him. 

“Oh um well- I uh,” he swallowed the lump in his throat.  He turned his eyes away from her.  (Y/n) sat up quickly.

“Bo you know you can tell me anything, I won’t be mad. Did I do something? I mean you haven’t been you for a few days and I’m sorry if I said something that hurt you I never want to-”

“I like you!” He cut her off

“hurt you, Wait WHAT!” She looked at him in confusion, her face contorted.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Her lips were on his suddenly.  His eyes went wide before shutting.  Her hand found it’s way into his hair.  He held her face, keeping them together.  Their lips danced as the girl slowly slid onto his lap, moaning quietly at how his hard on felt rubbing against her. She held his shoulders as she slowly drug her hips against his. They pulled away breathless. She stared at his green eyes with a smile. She let her face fall.

“Bolin, I like you, like a lot and I want this I do I just- I need to know that you want this too.  I mean sex and us wise,” she stumbled over her words.

“You’re cute when you’re not confident,” he smirked, “And trust me I want this,”

“Then why have you been acting weird?”

“It’s that I thought you liked Mako and I didn’t want to push you”

“You thought Mako. . . and I?” (Y/n) gagged and cleared her throat. “boling I love your brother, but NOT like that. I mean he’s a cheater, and he’s not you.  You’re sweet. . .” she drug her hips “funny,” another drag “and sooo fucking handsome” her voice dropped to a whisper.  Bolin swallowed hard and let his hands set on her waist. “I love you Bolin, more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” she placed a small kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, and the thought of someone else touching your body it just, it hurt,” he breathed out and guided her hips to grind against him. “You’re mine!” He growled and pushed her down on him.  Her breath hitched at the action. 

“Bolin,”

“Yes?” 

“Can we have sex?” 

“Fuck yes, please”   (Warning is starting now proceed with caution) 

She dove her lips onto his, moving quickly.  He slid his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around.  (Y/n) moaned at the feeling, letting her shoulders drop.  Bolin wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them over.  He circled his hips over her heat.  She let her head fall back.  Bolin lifted her slightly and tugged the stings of her top.  The fabric fell loose and was quickly tossed to the side.  He ran his thumb over her nipple, the feeling making her arch.  He looked into her (E/c) eyes and slid his tongue over her bud.  A moan escaped her lips while he sucked on her breasts.  The feeling was so much more than euphoric.  His fingers slid down her stomach slowly, his lips following.  He carefully licked from her navel, up her neck and to her ear. 

“Be a good girl for me and keep quiet” The phrase alone was enough to make her moan. 

Bolin slide her bottoms down.  He groaned at sight of her, so bare and exposed infront of him.  The fire made her glow almost spirit like.  He slowly circled his thumb over her clit making her jump and moan loudly.  He stopped he leaned close.

“I thought I said to be quiet,” he threatened playfully

“I-I’m s-sor-ry” she moaned as his fingers slid into her, pumping gently.  Her head fell back and another moan escaped.  He pulled away, making the girl whine.  He tugged the tie of her robe out and held it in his hands.

“Safeword?” he looked at her, his expression soft.

“huh?”

“We need a safeword” he smiled and kissed her forehead

“oh uh, Lily?”

“If that’s what you want then yeah,” he smiled and set the tie in her mouth, tying it loosely around her head. 

“Take it out and say the word if you need to okay?” She nodded. Bolin slid his trunks off and ground himself onto her.  She was dripping, enough to easily slide in.  She moaned and let her eyes roll back.  

“Oh fuck” Bolin moaned. He sat for a minute, letting her adjust, the second she nodded he slowly drew back and thrust in.  He was angled perfectly.  Her moans were muffled as he slowly thrust.

“Do you like that baby?” he smirked at her.

“mhm” she nodded.  Bolin drew back slowly and slammed back in, carefully. (Y/n)’s head flew back further. Moans threatened to scream out of her throat.  Bolin leaned down on his elbow, fastening his pace slightly.  Her moans were getting more more together, that pit building up.  He pulled out and teased her, thrusting over her clit.  The girl stared at him with pleading eyes.  He chuckled and ground harder, her mewls and whines were music to his ears.

“What baby? do you want this?” he pressed against her entrance.  She nodded vigorously, begging through the tie for him to fuck her.  He slid back in, thrusting just as slow as before.  (Y/n) let out a loud whine and looked at him with pleading eyes again. 

“Are you a good girl?” he smirked at her.  Her eyes rolled back and walls clenched at the sentence.  “Mhm” she mumbled.  He thrust into her faster, lifting her hips to hit that spot.  Her moans were loud, even through the tie, and right in his ear, and fuck would he give anything to listen to her beg and plead all day.  She clawed at his back, dragging her nails deep and slow.

“Fuck baby, you’re my good girl,” he moaned and sucked on her ear lobe.  Her wals clenched and her legs shook as her orgasm hit.  Bolin thrust a few more times, sloppy and fast before stilling and slowly letting them back down.  He sat resting inside her.  He carefully untied the tie.

“Do you feel okay?” he asked and brushed her hair out of her face.

“I feel. . . great. . . amazing,” she smiled, still breathless.

“and you?”

“I feel so much better” he chuckled.  (y/n) smiled and brushed his sweaty hair to the side. Bolin slowly slid out of her and quickly set his towel against her.  She smiled and cleaned herself.  

“Sorry I got jealous,” Bolin shrugged away.

“If you being jealous leads to that, please be jealous more,” she teased. 

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥I’m Sorry, Um..., Congratulations? 🔥

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Levi had to admit, even with anger clouding his system, he was impressed by the determined look on the small doctor’s face as she stared him down, one hand on his chest as she held him back from the infirmary room where his lover had been taken after returning from an expedition. He could feel her trembling against him, her body betraying her nerves at the murderous look on his face, but her eyes were hard and unyielding as she stared right at him.

“She is fine Captain, she has just been pumped with a lot of sedatives and needs her rest. If you go in there, she won’t be able to talk to you.”

“I don’t care, I need to see her,” Levi growled, pushing harder against the hand that blocked him.

The doctor sighed when she saw the fiery look in his eyes. She was determined but she wasn’t heartless. She knew she would be able to work better on the young woman under her care if Humanity’s Strongest Soldier wasn’t watching her every move like a hawk, but she also knew that he was just scared for the person he loves the most. She could see it in his eyes, the desperation that was buried beneath the anger. He just needed to see that his wife was okay.

The doctor hesitated for one more moment before closing her eyes and nodding once, standing aside for him to pass. Levi wasted no time, quickly pushing into the room behind the doctor, only relaxing when he saw (Y/N) in the bed in front of him. He moved over to her bedside and slid down into the available chair, ignoring the doctor as she came in, grabbing a hold of (Y/N)’s hand and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. She was alive, he could see the rise and fall of her chest under the sheets, but he still felt nervous. The sight of her paler than normal skin and the bandages wrapped around her arm and chest was making him feel light headed.

He hadn’t been there when she got hurt. He hated it, but as Squad Leaders, the two of them usually had to separate during missions, (Y/N) leading her squad while Levi ran his, working to save as many people as possible whenever the missions went awry. He knew she was very capable, knew that if he ever suggested she back down as a Squad Leader to be in his own squad or stay home while he went off to fight that he would probably lose a limb. He couldn’t stop her from saving people and fighting for a better world, but he hated that he couldn’t always be there to save her.

Her squad had told him what happened when he found her in the medical cart on the way back to the walls. Apparently, an abnormal had lunged for one of her squad members when they had been busy slicing the nape of another titan. She had propelled herself into the titan’s hand, which had knocked it away from the soldier, allowing him time to escape, but had crushed her own gear to her side in the process, breaking her ribs and spraining one of her arms. The injuries had been further bolstered by her being thrown into a tree, knocking her unconscious on impact.

Levi sighed and squeezed her hand. She could occasionally be so reckless that sometimes he wanted to thump her over the head. Maybe even tie her to a chair if it kept her out of trouble. Levi chuckled quietly to himself as he pictured the fury she would bestow upon him if he ever told her to stay home like a good housewife. He figured he’d be safer in a horde of abnormals. She was such a little spitfire, but she was his spitfire, and as he looked at her prone form lying motionless in the bed, he knew he wouldn’t have her any other way. He was just grateful that she was still here with him after pulling that stunt.

The doctor took a few notes as she lifted the sheets, checking (Y/N)’s injuries before clicking her tongue and leaving the room, probably to get more supplies. This gave Levi the chance to place a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s hand, running his lips softly along her palm as he savored the warmth that met his lips. No matter how long they had been together, Levi still felt embarrassed about showing her a lot of affection in front of others, usually only going so far as holding her hand. With the doctor gone, he gave himself the luxury of showering her with small butterfly kisses, revealing how much he loved her and how worried he was for her. Finally leaning back in his chair, Levi brought (Y/N)’s hand away from his mouth and settled back with a sigh, content to wait for her to wake up, giving her hand another comforting squeeze.

Levi had just been about to close his eyes when he was surprised by the feeling of his hand being squeezed back. Levi immediately jolted in his seat and glanced over to his wife’s face to see her features scrunched up as she fought her way back into consciousness. Levi leaned over her, his other hand joining the first to hold her hand to his chest as he watched her eyelids flutter.

“Come on, (Y/N), open your eyes, baby,” Levi murmured.

The doctor came back in as (Y/N) let out a groan, the petite woman brightening at the sight of her patient waking back up. Moving to her other side, the doctor began to check her vitals as (Y/N)’s eyes blinked open, her (e/c) hues roving around the room in an attempt to focus on something.

Levi watched her eyes clear as she woke up completely, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth at the sight of the recognition in her eyes when she saw him.

“Levi…,” (Y/N) sighed.

“Hey, baby,” Levi murmured, using one hand to brush the hair out of her eyes. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” (Y/N) said with another soft groan.

The doctor chuckled at (Y/N)’s response as she looked her patient over, carefully running her hands over her chest and sides. “You should, you took quite the hit,” she said.

“Really? What happened?” (Y/N) asked, leaning on Levi as he helped her sit up.

“You saved one of your squad members by taking a hit from a titan yourself,” Levi answered, his gruff tone making (Y/N) wince. She knew that tone, it was the tone he used whenever she managed to get injured on an expedition. It was a tone that both warmed her heart and sent a chill down her spine. She knew it just meant that he was worried about her, which was what made her heart warm, but she also knew it was a warning.

“Oh yeah…,” (Y/N) said, gently rubbing the ribs along her right side. “Are my ribs broken?”

“Yes, three of them, but your arm is only sprained. I’ve set your ribs and wrapped them so you should be fine aside from some soreness. You can’t do too much though, or you’ll risk fracturing them. You will need to take a break for awhile if you want to heal as fast as possible, so don’t even think about training, even with a lessened training regiment,” her doctor ordered.

(Y/N) hung her head in disappointment but nodded, her hair curtaining her expression.

“I’ll have your arm in this sling for a little bit, but after a few days you should be fine to take it off, alright? Just don’t do too much physical activity or you’ll make your entire body worse, alright?”

(Y/N) nodded again but lifted her head. “Thank you, Doctor…?”

“Santiago. Doctor Santiago, but you can call me Rosita.”

“Thank you, Rosita,” (Y/N) finished. “I appreciate all of the stuff you’ve done to help me.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” Rosita said with a wave. “It is my job, but you do so much for the good of humanity, the least I can do is patch you up after the fight.”

“Well thank you. I appreciate your consideration for my desire to get back in the field as quickly as possible.”

Levi grumbled something (Y/N) chose not to hear and flashed a warm smile at the suddenly bashful doctor, the small young woman wringing her hands in front of her while a pretty blush stole across her cheeks.

“Well actually, I meant to thank you,” Rosita said, still not looking at (Y/N). “The man you saved today, the one on your squad, is actually my older brother, Nico. When I heard what you did and how you got hurt, I knew I had to treat you and do it in the best way possible, in return for saving him. He’s all I have left, we lost the rest of our family when the titans broke through the wall, so I can’t thank you enough for keeping him safe for me.”

(Y/N) and Levi both exchanged looks of shock, but quickly shook it off. (Y/N) smiled even more at the doctor and quickly gave her a hug, ignoring her squeak of surprise when she brought her into her arms.

“I’m glad I could save him too. That’s why I do this job, to bring people back home to their friends and family,” (Y/N) said before releasing Rosita, smirking when the girl still looked dumbfounded at the idea of one of the most powerful Squad Leaders in the Survey Corps giving her a hug. She finally collected herself and busied herself with analyzing the data on her clipboard, turning her back to them.

“I’m glad he’s okay too but you need to stop getting yourself hurt,” Levi scolded, frowning at the smile his wife threw at him.

“Well what’s the fun in that?”

“(Y/N)...,” Levi said in warning.

(Y/N) giggled at the dark tone in his voice and leaned up to kiss him, fighting the urge to wince as she strained the muscles along her sides. Levi kissed her back with a roll of his eyes and gently stroked her uninjured arm, his fingers causing sparks to flicker along her skin. When they parted, Levi’s eyes were molten, the hot steel in them making her shudder.

“Just be more careful, brat. I can’t lose you.”

(Y/N) softened at his words and gave him another soft peck before Rosita turned back around to face them, Levi quickly moving back into his chair as if he hadn’t just been snuggling up to his wife. Rosita eyed them with a tiny smile on her lips but didn’t comment.

“Well, I’ve got the results for your tests and I’ve checked you over a few times and it seems like you will be able to be discharged later tonight. You were lucky, you broke a few bones, but you didn’t have any signs of internal bleeding and you’re both still relatively healthy with limited long term effects. I’m actually surprised that you were even out on that expedition considering your condition, things could’ve been significantly worse, and if you weren’t careful, you could’ve killed either yourself or the baby. If I were you, I’d start thinking about laying off the expeditions and focus on working from home until it’s safe for you to go back out on the field.”

Rosita looked up from where she had been reading off of her clipboard when she was met with silence, her eyes widening at the shocked expressions on both of their faces. (Y/N)’s jaw had dropped, her eyes wide and her chest heaving as she placed a hand over her stomach in surprise. Levi had gotten significantly paler, the color draining from his face to where he looked as white as a sheet, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as he stared at the ground, his lips slightly parted. It took Rosita a moment, but suddenly it hit her.

Rosita brought her hands up to her face, covering her mouth with her overlapping palms as guilt and shock flowed through her system like an electric current.

“Oh my gods, did.., did you not know?”

(Y/N) shook her head woodenly and Rosita paled, rivalling Levi’s lack of color as dread flooded her.

“I am so sorry! I thought you knew! I- oh gods…,” Rosita stumbled over her words, her eyes wide as she paced the room, trying to escape the situation by doing something, anything. Unfortunately, her frazzled brain didn’t give her time to think and she quickly took her leave with a mumbled excuse, slamming the door shut behind her in her haste to leave. Silence filled the room, the young couple frozen in shock as the doctor’s words replayed in their minds like a broken record. 

(Y/N) glanced down at her stomach, running her palm over the still flat surface. She had noticed the signs, the slight increase in her weight, the fact that she vomited her guts up every morning, the dizzy feeling she would get when she worked her normally easy exercise routine. But all of these things she had dismissed as being overworked. She knew she was prone to working herself to the bone, often getting chastised by her amazing husband for forcing herself to do too much. The vomiting, the nausea, the weight change, those were all things she had experienced already whenever she worked too hard, the lack of sleep causing the dizziness, the inconsistent diet causing the weight change, and the migraines causing the vomiting. She had never even thought about the possibility of being pregnant, even though it made sense. She realized she had missed her last period, but she had been so busy she had failed to notice it, only focused on the upcoming expedition and preparing herself for the danger that would come with it.

Fear struck her heart then. The expedition. She had gone on the expedition with a baby in her belly, and had gotten hurt, would’ve died if it weren’t for her last minute efforts to make the fall less painful as she slammed into the tree, or the wonderful doctor that had healed her. She knew she had just been told the baby was alive and healthy, but what would she have done if it wasn’t? What would Levi have done? The thought made her close her eyes. 

Levi was right beside her and still hadn’t said a word. What was she going to say to him? Would he believe her if she told him she hadn’t known when going out to fight? She was almost too afraid to look at his face, to see the fury and condemnation in his eyes. They had never talked about children, the two of them too worried about wiping out the titans and saving humanity to worry about a family. (Y/N) knew she wanted this, had always wanted kids especially when she got together with Levi, but the titans were still roaming the world. How would he react to having a baby thrown into the mix of chaos that already weighed heavily on both of their shoulders?

(Y/N) knew she had to face this. This was the man she loved more than anything. They had been together for years, even before they were dating, their friendship lasting strong since the day they met when Levi was forced to the surface with Isabel and Farlan. They could figure this out, would figure this out, together. 

Opening her eyes, (Y/N) gathered what little courage she had left and turned to Levi, her mouth open to speak when she froze. Levi was crying. The tiny teardrops sparkled in the light of the hospital room as they slid down his cheeks, cutting trails down his perfect skin. He had regained some of his color and his eyes had narrowed back to their normal size, but the hues themselves were shining with emotion.

The sight was overwhelming. Levi had never shown this much emotion, even with her. The only other time she had ever seen him like this had been the night of their wedding when they were back in their room alone, a similar expression on his face as he made love to her for the first time as husband and wife, his eyes shining with emotion in a way that made her heart stop.

He turned to look at her and she felt herself break, tears welling in her own eyes to stream down her face. Her heart was pounding, threatening to burst from her chest as she met his intense stare.

“Levi- mppffhh!”

(Y/N) was cut off by Levi’s lips on hers, the passion and love that was being conveyed through the kiss making her feel light headed as her breath was stolen away. Levi was kissing her like the world was about to end, his tongue insistent as it mapped her mouth, his teeth biting and pulling at her lips almost feverishly. (Y/N) could do nothing more than whimper and moan into his mouth, her hands flying to grip his biceps and hold on for dear life.

They were both huffing and panting when they broke apart, (Y/N)’s whole world spinning in the aftermath of his soul searing kiss. Her eyes searched his, trying desperately to see what she hoped to see in his gaze. She thought his kiss was clear enough on how he felt, but she needed to see it. She needed to know that what he was telling her was true, needed to read it directly from his gunmetal eyes like she did every time she needed to know the truth from him. Years together had taught her how to read Levi like a book, her favorite book, so she would know his true feelings if she just met his gaze.

Levi didn’t shy away from her when she leaned closer to peer into his eyes, her hues flickering back and forth across his face desperately. Levi smiled and kissed her again, less aggressively this time, but no less passionate. (Y/N) slumped against him, her eyes fluttering closed until he broke away again. Leaning their foreheads against one another, Levi held her close, his hand tangling in her soft (h/c) locks.

“(Y/N), thank you,” Levi murmured. “I never thought I’d ever get this. Thank you so much.”

(Y/N) beamed at his sentiment, initiating her own quick kiss with him, relieved he wasn’t rejecting her or the new little life they had created together. “I love you, Levi.”

“I love you so much, (Y/N)” Levi whispered, pecking her lips again before leaning back, his eyes shining with the love he usually kept shuttered away. The sight made (Y/N)’s heart melt, her own eyes reflecting the love right back at him.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t aware you didn’t know,” Rosita said, the couple jumping away from each other in surprise, the pair having been so absorbed in each other they hadn’t noticed the bashful young woman come back in.

“Oh it’s okay!” (Y/N) said brightly. “You didn’t know, and we would’ve found out eventually, right? We just found out a little sooner, that’s all!”

Rosita was still mortified, but she seemed to relax a little at (Y/N)’s words, her hands wringing in front of her again as she faced the two captains.

“Well, I ran the results by one of my colleagues to be sure, but it looks like both you and your little one are just fine. You will be discharged tonight with an updated training schedule so you can remain active without putting yourself and your baby in danger. I’m sorry again, and um…., congratulations?”

(Y/N) chuckled and smiled at the doctor. “Thank you so much, Rosita. For everything.”

Rosita nodded and quickly took her leave again after grabbing a few things from the room, heading off to file the proper paperwork and bury herself in her embarrassment.

Levi smirked at the door Rosita had just scrambled through. He would have to find some way to thank her and let her know everything was fine, but for now, he had other things to worry about. Looking down at his wife, Levi couldn’t help the smile that crept along his features. They were going to have a baby. They were going to be a family. He had never in his life expected to have one of those. In the beginning, he had always assumed he was destined to be alone, the world always taking away the ones he loved most. But then (Y/N) had burst into his life like a firecracker, throwing his carefully structured world out of whack and destroying the walls around his heart in the same (Y/N) style fashion, never shying from his cold personality and laughing at his sarcastic shit jokes.

After they were married, he always expected to wake up and have it all be a dream. Everything had felt so surreal and yet he had never been so happy. This gave him the same feeling. He felt like he was floating, like he was going to wake up any minute now to find (Y/N) curled up against him in bed. But he knew he wouldn’t. This was reality, his reality. He was going to have a family and he had the stunning woman in front of him to thank for it.

His eyes hardened when he looked at the bandages wrapped around her body. He knew (Y/N) had had no idea she was pregnant when she rode out on the charge earlier that day, but Rosita was right. Something could’ve gone worse, and he could’ve lost one or both of the lights in his life. He knew (Y/N) was not going to be happy about being left behind, but he needed now more than ever to protect her. She was the diamond in a cave of stones, and he wasn’t going to give her up for anything. 

He needed to kill all of the titans so his family could live and grow up in a world without the fear of being eaten. He wanted his child to be able to laugh and smile and enjoy life without the constant threat of death, without the fear that one or both of their parents might not come back for them. He grit his teeth and clenched his fist subconsciously as he dared anyone to even try to take his family from him, or him from his family. He was determined to give them the best life he could possibly give them, no matter what, and even though he would die for them if necessary, he wanted to be a part of it. Even if he was afraid of his possible lack of skills as a father, never really having had a proper role model to show him how it was done, he would try everyday to be his best for them.

A warm hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see (Y/N) watching him, a concerned look on her face. His own hand came up to rest over hers, his eyes closing while he nuzzled into her palm.

“You’re overthinking this. I can see it in your face,” (Y/N) said, snickering at the half-hearted glare he threw her. “We are having a baby, Levi, and I am here with you. You will not have to do this alone.”

“I’m here too, (Y/N). I promise I will be here every step of the way, and I will protect you with my life. So please, promise me you won’t do anything stupid during this pregnancy?”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned up to peck his lips lovingly.

“I promise, I won’t. I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Levi said as he gently moved her to the side and slid into the bed with her, curling his body around her protectively. (Y/N) sighed and pushed herself against him, feeling her eyes droop as his warm presence lulled her to sleep, her hands laying lovingly over the child that rested in her belly as the soon to be new parents basked in the glow of their newest surprise.

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Kageyama and Bokuto taking their kids to practice headcanons !

request: hihi i was wondering if you can do a continuation of the bringing their kids to practice with some of the other haikyuu characters? i’d love to see it with kageyama especially but honestly you can pick anyone! thank you :)

a/n: i AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... I have no excuses, i was too sad about haikyuu e wording but i have read threads on how to write characters on twitter and i am thriving... so n e ways i was looking for a reason to write more of these because i just... love the idea of this so tsym for requesting!! if i write more parts, i might do hoshiumi, hinata, atsumu, and... maybe oikawa? i’m a huge bokuto stan so his might be longer than kageyamas im sorry <3 and and ik that kageyama goes to italy but for the sake of i want to write other characters, i will be using the adlers oops. i will also be only doing probably two characters per post for these because i write so much for it. LMAO ALSO these are super unrealistic this would NOT be allowed during pro sports practices but for the sake of entertainment, let’s just... do it warnings: manga spoilers

Bokuto Koutarou

He had been wanting to bring Kaori to practice for a while but each time he tried to, you would be like no bitch </3 

heart been broke so many times

When you told him that you had to go into work and couldn’t schedule the nanny in time, he was like “I’LL TAKE CARE OF HER!!!”

Honestly you were only against him taking her because you were still mad at him for leaving her in the high chair for a while and you came home to her crying and him just knocked out 

Like... Kou, pls <3 

He had brought Kaori into post game interviews before but you were always there so this would really be the first time he’d take care of her by himself for a period of time longer than an hour

He’s a good parent dw !! he had just spent the whole night thinking about the most random shit and he ended up sleeping like three hours 

He was thinking about horses cause Ushijima brought them up in an interview >:0

You were still mad tho 

It had been a while and he had actually shown to you that he could take care of her by himself so you were fine with him taking her to practice

He was super pumped and was practically shaking in excitement (he was texting Akaashi the whole morning asdlfjskdf)

Bokuto-san AGHASHEE!!!!! Y/N IS LETTING ME TAKE KAORI  TO PRACTICE!!!!!!!!! AGHASHEE Congrats, Bokuto-san. 

That conversation but every two minutes

I’m sorry Akaashi <3 

He also texts the whole group chat and Hinata’s equally as excited

Kaori and Hinata were best friends !!!! She literally loved him

Like he would put her on his shoulders and they’d run around for hours

How he has so much energy goes beyond everyone but it’s fun to watch 

You lectured him for half an hour about what he should do in certain situations and unlike most times, he listened really well because :(( the baby cares about Kaori

Both Kaori and him actually walked with you to the train station and saw you off before heading to practice !! 

He normally drives to practice because he has a super nice car and it’s easier to drive with Kaori instead of public transportation

When they get to the gym, he goes running in with Kaori on his shoulders 

“WE HAVE ARRIVEEEED!!!!!!!!” 

cue Hinata cheering super loudly

Kaori’s giggling and being all cute omg i love her

She was being carried in on her dad’s shoulders so Bo lets her down and she immediately runs (read: waddles quickly) to Hinata

“Hinata-nii!!!!”

Hinata starts crying-- jk, no

He goes “Kaori-chan!” and scoops her up in his beefy arms 

BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA BEEFY HINATA

Sorry

She’s giggling and she like kisses his cheek and everyone’s like “so cute...” ohmyogd babies

Similar to her dad, she’s super friendly!! and a bit simple minded

It’s literally in her blood to not actually hate anyone so she gets along with EVERYONE at practice

She even makes the coach super soft omg

Atsumu’s just watching her and being like “child. want. child-- oh god, i need a kid.” cause she’s just so god damn cute

Lol atsumu having twins cause it’s a gene or smth idk biology

I barely passed bio please spare me <3

I actually got an 80 smth on my final last year don’t listen to me

Sakusa being hesitant at first to be near her but she’s actually super sweet to him!!

CAUSE LIKE HER DAD SHE’S ACTUALLY REALLY EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT AND CAN READ PEOPLE REALLY WELL

like she saw Sakusa’s face and was like “oh!! I remember what dad said!!” 

Kou talks about his teammates a lot and somehow Kaori remembered him telling her about how Sakusa’s a germaphobe so she’s like

“Sir!! I washed my hands!! I’m not dirty!!” and he

He just 👁👄👁 

He thinks she’s cute and treasures her now

Suddenly Kaori has a whole team of dads

it’s okay

Bokuto itching to let her play volleyball but at the same time worrying about her if she does

It’s like the angel and the devil on his shoulders

One sides like

let her pLAY!!!!! LET HER PLAY (read it as if it’s the LEt ME INNN meme)

While the other sides like

👁👄👁 (y/n) will kill me if she gets hurt and i’ll kill myself if she gets hurt and hinata will kill me if she gets hurt-

In the end he gives her a volleyball after she asks once and he’s like ‘PFFT KAORI-CHAN IF YOU INSIST’ while she’s like

dude i asked to play once and normally someone disagrees with me tf are you on, sir? 

she tries to pick the ball up but it ends up being half her size and it’s just... such a cute image

Bo takes a picture of it and sends it to you!!

You reply back in seconds lol

Kou-kun ❤💖 [image.jpeg] LOOK AT HER!! FUTURE PRO (Y/N)-CHAN!! (Y/N) MY LOVE ❤💕❤💕💕❤💕❤💕 be careful letting her hold that it’s too big!! but so cute!!! have fun taro <3

He ends up taking the ball away after a bit because she can’t walk while holding it

Eventually practice has to start tho so he asks her to sit on the bench and she’s an obedient angel and does so !!

The whole time she’s like swinging her legs and watching her dad practice

It’s fun for her to see him play 

Okay but like I’ve said, she’s similar to her dad

At one point at practice during a break, she stole Atsumu’s water and was running around the gym with him chasing her

He was ofc not actually chasing her cause he found it cute that she was trying to steal his stuff

Lol Sakusa being like “oh, you can’t catch up to a child? are your knees getting bad, old man?”

Atsumu’s like “bro, we’re the same age”

Sakusa ignores him

She ends up TRIPPInG AND ATSUMU’s LIke “Oh fuck” 

SHE CRIES

omg Bokuto’s like “tsum tsum-- do you want to die 👁👄👁🗡” because she just got hurt because of him

Atsumu picks her up and is apologizing so god damn much

This is the first time anyone’s seen Bokuto remotely irritated

Kaori: WAAAHHHH

Atsumu: please, child... i don’t want to die today... please... shhhhhhh

He lets her down and she walks (read: waddles) over to her dad and is giving him puppy eyes omg

Bokuto stops being mad and scoops her up and he’s like “did Kao-chan get a boo boo” and she nods, sniffling

Ohmygod dad bokuto dad bokuto dad bokuto stop

suddenly I actually want kids

no

Shion ends up getting a first aid kit since Meian asked (woah more black jackals players except I don’t really know how to write for them??? woahhh)

Shion roasts Atsumu with Sakusa for letting her fall and suddenly Atsumu’s the bad guy

lol

By the end of practice tho Kaori’s fine !!!

She’s back to her regular happy self so cute :(

She asks Bo to call you and when you pick up she shows you her bandaid on her knee and is like “Miya-san was chasing me and I fell!!”

Suddenly Atsumu feels a cold chill and knows you found out lol

Hi this is (y/n), and you’re watching disney channel-

good luck, atsumu *stops camera*

Kageyama Tobio

He

sigh

He would be equally as confused as a father as Ushijima

It’s okay, he’s trying his best

You normally work from home so you guys haven’t really hired a nanny! 

And if you needed someone to watch your guys’ son, Sho (which can mean to fly oho see what I did there I’m so smart), you just drop him off at your parents’ house or Miwa’s!

WAIT SHO... SHOYO... WAIT I DIDN’T EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE IM LITERALLY

However, today was the only time you had to go in for like the next few months and both your parents and Miwa are busy

So, you enlist in your husbands help

“Tobio... I need you to watch Sho...” 

He spits out his milk “wHAT” cause like,, he’s hardly taken care of Sho by himself and normally had either his sister or you around

He doesn’t actually spit out his milk-- you’d kill him if he did because it would be a pain in the ass to clean up <3

It takes a bit of convincing being he’s really nervous about taking care of Sho!!

Okay but he’s a great dad dw it’s just he’s nervous about having another human being literally rely on him completely

You also just remind him that Romero’s a father so he won’t be completely on his own while taking care of Sho

So he somehow gets to the gym with Sho in one piece but he’s literally so stiff like bro, i need you to relax

Hoshiumi yelling “KAGEYAMA SHO!!!!!!!” and Sho (who has actually met the team like two times) goes like “HOFIUMI-SAN!!!!!” 

Sho’s a bit of an energetic bby-- he’s less emotionally constipated than his dad <3

He’s... he reminded you guys of Shoyo and well, you thought it would be nice to name him after his god father

No this isn’t a kagehina post i swear i love them but this is me saying that i love their friendship sm omg stop im gonna cry 402 really just popped into my head again

Hoshiumi getting mad when he sees that Sho has actually grown even though he’s a grown ass man and the little toddler would not, in fact, be catching up that soon

“KAGEYAMA SHO HAVE YOU GROWN >:0000!!!!!” 

Sir, pls... sit down

The Adlers all love Sho since they’ve come into contact with him like twice at games before 

Ushijima just... doesn’t know how to interact with Sho

He just stares down at him and honestly Sho stares back up without fear

Kageyama Sho: no (0) fears 

I think it’s cause his father gives a similar stare sometimes and he just... got used to it

Ushijima gives him that stare and Sho just goes SIGH this again

Jk he’s a baby

He literally looks up at Ushiwaka and gives him this cute ass grin and Ushijima’s like “oh, children are very cute.”

Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun

Romero does, in fact, give Kags some tips about fathering and ends up showing pictures of Rubens to the team (love that) 

OKAY BUT LIKE OFF TOPIC FROM THE PRACTICE BUT

Sho being such a big fan of Hinata and being like “woAHHH!!! I’M NAMED AFTER HIM!!!” 

Hinata rubs it in Kags face because Sho practically idolizes him

anyways

Practice starts and Sho’s just sitting on the gym floor with a volleyball in his hands cause he

Kags just giving newborn Sho a volleyball and expecting him to become acquainted

It worked

Sho’s used to holding onto volleyballs and even tries to hit it but everytime he did, he’d fall backwards onto his lil bum and would be like :(

Kageyama watching from the other side of the gym and his heart just goes AHHHHHHHHHH

He’s about to cry that is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

Sho making sure he doesn’t interrupt practice!!! and like chasing after the ball to make sure it doesn’t go onto the courts!!!

Cute babs is so good :(

He ends up tripping tho and starts to tear up and Kags is watching during practice and goes “OH GOD”

He’s literally whipping his head from Sho to his coach and has this desperate look on his face 

he’s saying “JUST ONE BREAK!! JUST ONE, SIR!!” with his eyes and his coach just gives in

Kageyama going from one side of the gym to the next at insane speed

Sho: dad :((( i hwurt my knee :(((

Kags just picks him up and cradles him to his chest (he does this after making sure there’s no blood or anything-- it’s literally just a little bit red) 

Kags being a good dad just... WEAK

Only like two minutes later, Sho stops sniffling and is like “!!! go back to practice daddy!!” 

Kags does and he can’t focus on Sho anymore cause his coach would yell at him asldfjlsf

At the end of practice, Sho is like “dad i wanna play voweyball!!!!!!” and Kags heart just CLENCHES

He grabs his heart like that meme or smth 

You call them cause you know when practice normally ends and Sho’s just talking a lot and it’s so cute

He’s super excited and you’re like !!! My CUTE CHILD !!!!

Lol you tease Kags cause he was worrying about nothing

“Maybe I’ll let you take care of him by yourself more often Tobio” “Pls, I lost ten years of my life when I saw him fall pls not yet <3″ 

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter seventeen

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn’t expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

ao3 link

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A shrill cry pulled Beca out of her slumber with a startle. It had been a month, but she had yet to get used to being awoken by baby cries. Tonight was her shift, and she swung her legs to the side and she pushed back the covers, her bare feet hitting the carpet floor and carrying her across the hall. 

“It’s okay, Bean,” she soothed as she picked Marleigh up, cradling her against her chest as she headed down the hall towards the kitchen. She fished a pouch of breast milk from the fridge and expertly poured it into a bottle with one hand, all the while trying to soothe Marleigh’s cries by rocking her lightly. Setting the bottle inside the warmer (best purchase they had made), she hit the button and paced the living room while it heated up, pressing soft kisses over Marleigh’s velvety hair. 

Once the milk was at the perfect temperature, she padded back to the nursery and settled into the rocking chair, shifting Marleigh to the crook of her elbow and bringing the teat to her lips. 

“Here we go,” Beca murmured, her tone full of love and affection for the three-month-old as Marleigh’s cries subsized to coos as she fed, her big blue eyes locking with Beca’s. She was a carbon copy of Chloe, and Beca was truly obsessed. “Much better, huh?” She smiled. “Listen MJ, tomorrow I have to go back to work. It sucks big time, and I’m going to miss you so, so much, but I’ll come back at night, okay? I’m not abandoning you, or anything. I’ll never do that. I promise.”

Once Marleigh was done, Beca changed her and sang her a lullaby, gently lowering her in her crib. Marleigh had the habit of sleeping with her arms up by her head, and it was the most adorable thing. 

Come morning, Beca was definitely reluctant to go back into the office. Chloe and Marleigh were doing tummy time in the living room when she rounded the corner to pour her coffee into a travel mug. 

Chloe smiled and picked Marleigh up, carrying her over. “Ready for your first day back?”

“No,” Beca mumbled as she screwed the lid back on, pouting a little. “Send me photos and videos, alright?” 

Chloe giggled. “I will, don’t worry.” 

“Come here, Bean,” Beca said, plucking her from Chloe’s arms. She kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

As though sensing her sadness, Marleigh wailed as soon as Beca transferred her back into Chloe’s arms, making Beca’s departure a thousand times more difficult. She spent her first meeting of the day with her mind wandering to the two people she left at home, daydreaming about going back home later that day. 

“Knock, knock.” 

Beca looked up from her computer, grinning at the sight of Chloe and Marleigh. She was just about to leave for lunch. “Hey! What are you guys doing here??” 

“We thought we would come to have lunch,” Chloe said as she stepped inside and placed a bag on Beca’s desk. 

“Oh my god, she’s a bear,” Beca gushed as she walked around the desk to take Marleigh from Chloe once she was out of the chest carrier. The baby was clad in the most precious bear fleece winter suit, complete with a hood sporting round ears. She kissed Marleigh’s cheek. “Hi, Bean. I’ve missed you.” 

“How was your first morning back?” Chloe asked a few minutes later once she was settled down in the chair opposite Beca’s desk, nursing Marleigh. 

“Busy,” Beca said once she’d swallowed her mouthful of poke rice. “But good. It’s nice to get back into it, even though I miss you guys.��� 

“We’ve missed you, too,” Chloe murmured with a soft smile. “Maybe we’ll do this lunch thing regularly. It’s nice to be outside. We can meet at the park when it gets warmer, too.” 

Beca smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.” 

*

It was strange, for someone as workaholic as Beca to be looking forward to the weekend, now. She and Chloe had a pretty good routine down. During weekdays, she would wait for Beca to come home to start Marleigh’s nighttime routine: bath, feed, and playtime. On weekends, Beca usually spent her mornings entertaining Marleigh so Chloe could have a lie-in and she and Marleigh some bonding time. She also made sure to come home earlier on the days Chloe had therapy or NA meetings, so she could watch Marleigh. 

Her absolute favorite thing was whenever Marleigh fell asleep sprawled out on her chest while she lounged on the couch. 

“Oh my goodness,” Chloe murmured the first time she was there to witness the scene. She whipped out her phone. “Don’t move.” 

Beca chuckled. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to. She’s been passed out like this for an hour. Sorry, I didn’t get a start on dinner yet.” 

“Don’t worry about that. Did everything go okay?” 

Beca nodded. “Yeah. We did tummy time, then had a snack, and then decided we were too tired to do anything else, so we passed out on the couch.” 

Chloe smiled as she sat down next to them. She brushed a kiss to Marleigh’s forehead, then one to Beca’s cheek. “You guys are so cute. Oh, I went to pick up the birth announcements from the photographer, check this out.” Chloe pulled out a stack of pictures, handing one to Beca. 

“Oh my god, she’s adorable,” Beca said, smiling fondly as she gazed at Chloe. “You really said copy and paste, huh?” 

Chloe laughed. “I know. It’s pretty crazy. Part of me is glad she doesn’t look like him at all,” she admitted. “Not that I would love her any less but, yeah…” 

“I get it,” Beca murmured. 

When Marleigh woke up, they let her play on her own on her mat for a bit while they worked on dinner, singing along to the music playing. At now four months old, Marleigh was able to start eating solid food, which they were trying for the first time tonight.

“Tonight’s menu is a carrot, sweet potato, and parsnip puree,” Beca commented as she stirred the homemade concoction with a spoon. “Doesn’t sound too bad, does it, Mar?”

Chloe had her phone ready to record, and Beca scooped half a spoon, blowing on it then presenting it to the baby. Marleigh closed her lips around it and paused, a perplexed expression flashing on her features once she seemed to realize this definitely didn’t taste like milk. Beca chuckled and backed away a bit, half expecting Marleigh to spit it right out, but the baby ended up swallowing and opening her mouth for more. 

They gave her a bath afterward, and read her a story. Marleigh usually woke up for a feed around ten pm, which Chloe handled while Beca washed the dishes after their own dinner. She changed and washed up for bed afterward, messing around on her phone for a bit. 

A knock on the open door made her look up. 

“Hey,” she murmured. “All good?” 

Chloe nodded. “Yeah, she’s down.” She padded over and laid down, shifting to her side. 

Beca set her phone aside, mirroring her position. “What’s up?” 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Chloe said. “Like… since the start. With taking me in, paying for rehab and my dad’s treatment, being by my side through my recovery and pregnancy, and now this-- raising Marleigh like she’s your own. You’re…” she shook her head. “I want to find the words to tell you how grateful I am, but I don’t think those exist.” 

Beca’s heart swelled with Chloe’s words. She smiled, blinking back the tears burning behind her eyes. “I know you’re grateful, I promise. And since we’re telling each other what we think…” she grabbed Chloe’s hand. “I’m in awe of you. Since day one. Accepting to go to rehab, keeping the baby, being a kickass mom. Marleigh is incredibly lucky.” 

“Thank you,” Chloe murmured. “I just hope I won’t mess up.” 

Beca nodded, squeezing her hand. Chloe had expressed concerns about being able to remain sober once she would stop breastfeeding a few months from now. “I know you’ll do your best not to.”

“Can I…” Chloe hesitated. “Can I sleep in here tonight?” 

A soft smile curved Beca’s lips and butterflies flapped in her belly. “Yeah, of course. I’d love that.” 

As Chloe got settled under the covers and turned on her opposite side, Beca waited for a few beats, then draped an arm across her middle, shuffling closer. “This okay?” 

“Yeah,” Chloe breathed in the darkness. Her fingers loosely laced with Beca’s. “Goodnight, Bec.” 

*

“I’m home!”

“We’re in the kitchen!” Beca called out as she stood by the island, Marleigh propped on her hip. Today was an important day, but the five-month-old didn’t seem all that aware. “Happy one year of sobriety!” 

Chloe’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the cake that bore the same sentiment. “Oh my god,” she breathed out, tears pooling in her eyes. “You remembered.” 

Beca rolled her eyes. “Duh. Of course, I did.” She glanced at Marleigh. “Can you say happy one year of sobriety mommy?” 

Marleigh reached out for Chloe in response, emitting the cutest cooing sound. 

“Close enough,” Beca decided with a soft laugh. She smiled at Chloe. “How do you feel?” 

“Good. Proud,” Chloe said, beaming. 

Beca nodded. “As you should. I’m also freaking proud of you, Chlo.” 

Marleigh rested her tiny hand on Chloe’s cheek when a tear slid down, big blue eyes focused on her mom. Chloe exhaled a watery chuckle. “It’s okay, Bean. Mommy’s alright.” 

Beca grinned, taking the knife. “Shall I cut this bad boy?” 

“One sec,” Chloe said, stepping closer to pluck the knife from her hand and set it on the table. Before Beca could ask her what she was doing, Chloe’s lips were on hers in a soft kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. 

It was short, chaste, but sent Beca’s mind for a spin. 

“I love you,” Chloe murmured as she pulled away, brushing her nose against Beca’s. “Thank you for being so patient with me and going at my pace. But I feel ready now. To start something real, with you.” 

Beca blinked. “Can you say that again?” 

“Which part?” Chloe asked with an amused smile. 

“The… love part.” 

“I love you,” Chloe repeated, resting her forehead against Beca’s. “And I want to be with you.” 

Beca closed her eyes, basking into the pool of happiness spreading inside her as those words danced in a loop in her mind. She reached up to cup Chloe’s cheek, cradling her face tenderly. “I love you, too.” 

*

“Hey. Breathe,” Beca coached, taking Chloe’s hand at the red light. 

Today was Marleigh’s six-month-check up, and as always whenever they went to the doctor’s, Chloe was terrified something might be wrong. 

It had been two weeks since Chloe’s kiss and confession, and they’d been taking things slow. They hadn’t had sex yet, but Beca was in no rush at all. She knew Chloe would probably be more reluctant with that aspect of their relationship given everything she’d been through (Beca guessed, as Chloe never broached the topic), and she was once again following her lead. 

Chloe nodded, puffing out a breath as instructed. “Thanks.” 

Beca couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as well as they waited in the doctor’s office. Marleigh seemed and looked healthy; she rolled over now, made different sounds, and reacted to her name. Nothing indicated a failure to thrive, but something could be wrong with her heart, her lungs, or her liver without any physical sign showing up. 

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Gazzola greeted as she stepped inside the exam room. “Hello, Marleigh. Wow, you’ve gotten big since the last time I saw you!” 

Chloe chuckled. “She eats really well.” 

“Good. Are you still nursing?” 

“Yes. Once in the morning and in the evening before bed. The rest is solid food.” 

Over the next twenty minutes, Dr. Gazzola dotted down Marleigh’s weight and height, inquired about the milestones, and listened to her heart and lungs. Beca’s eyes widened when she said it was time for the shots. 

“Shots?” She asked, paling slightly. “Again?” 

Marleigh’s three-month-check up had been traumatizing for Beca, as she had felt powerless against Marleigh’s distress after getting two shots. 

“Want to hold my hand?” Chloe teased, though Beca knew it was hard on her, too. 

“Shut up,” Beca muttered, throwing her a glare. 

Chloe held Marleigh in her lap while the doctor administered three shots. Marleigh cried, but it wasn’t as bad as last time. 

“You were so brave,” Beca gushed as she put her onesie back on while Chloe asked the doctor about any signs of defects because of the drugs having passed in the placenta the first three weeks of pregnancy. Marleigh cooed, holding on a chunk of Beca’s hair and pulling it to her mouth. Beca chuckled and picked her up, propping her onto her hip as she focused on the doctor’s words. 

“I see no signs of defects so far. She hit all the six-month milestones, her weight and height are good. She’s as healthy as can be.” 

Chloe’s shoulder slumped, and she mustered a smile. “Okay. Thank you so much.” 

They strapped Marleigh back inside her car seat and carried it out to the car, Beca’s hand finding Chloe’s on their way out. 

“Wanna stop at Chick-Fil-A for lunch?” It felt deserved after that emotional hour. 

Chloe grinned. “Heck yeah.” She leaned in to kiss Beca, and Beca wasn’t sure when or if she’d ever get used to that. 

After lunch, they hung out at the park as it happened to be one of the first warm days of the year. Marleigh was getting a lot more curious and talkative, and putting everything within reach in her mouth, including rocks, they soon found out. 

“And that’s a dog,” Beca said as Marleigh sat in her lap. “Can you say dog? Or woof?” 

“Da!” 

Beca chuckled and glanced at Chloe to find her snapping a picture or filming. “Are you capturing more material to further destroy my reputation, Beale?” Beca asked, narrowing her eyes. 

Chloe giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping this one for myself.” 

On their way out of the park, they ran into someone Beca never thought she’d see again. 

“Oh, hi.”

Beca blinked. “Hey, Sarah. How, um, how have you been?” 

“I’ve been good.” She cleared her throat, her eyes falling to Marleigh as she chilled in her stroller, munching on a teething toy and seemingly unaware of the awkwardness surrounding her. 

“This is Marleigh,” Chloe provided with a soft smile. 

“Wow, she looks just like you,” Sarah said. 

“Can I… talk to you for a minute?” Beca found herself asking, pointing over her shoulder. She sent Chloe a smile before she and Sarah stepped away. Beca rubbed the back of her neck. “I uh, wanted to apologize. You were right about my feelings for Chloe, I just-- I was oblivious. I’m sorry I unconsciously led you on more than I should have.” 

Sarah nodded. “Thank you for saying that. And it’s okay. The first couple of months were a bit rough, but then I met someone, and…” she smiled, glancing at the ground. “I’m really happy.” 

Beca’s shoulders slumped as that last bit of guilt she wasn’t aware she was carrying until now dissipated. “Good. I’m really glad to hear that, Sarah.” 

Sarah looked back to where Chloe was, crouched down in front of Marleigh and talking to her. “You guys make a beautiful family.” 

Beca smiled. “Thanks. It was good to see you,” she said, meaning every word. “Take care of yourself, Sarah.” 

She headed back to Chloe and Marleigh, taking Chloe’s hand as they resumed their way to the car. 

“You okay?” Chloe asked after a few beats. 

“Yeah,” Beca breathed out, lacing their fingers as she kissed Chloe’s cheek. “More than okay.” 

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 12

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x  F!Reader

Word Count:  1724

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Foreplay, mentions of sex, mentions of drug use, being triggered

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back.  Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you.  For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down.  Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father.  Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 12: Then

Clint was starting to miss the circus.  It was never that he didn’t like the circus.  He loved the circus.  It was his family and he loved performing.  He loved the positive reinforcement he got from the crowd when they cheered him on.  He had loved being with Eden.

He just didn’t like all the underground stuff, and just because he’d gotten to the point where that shit had pushed him over the edge, didn’t mean he wanted to lose the rest of it.  He was beginning to regret calling the police.  What ended up happening was they’d pinned the murder on her and the others had just being accessories.  She’d gotten locked up and Tiboldt just moved the circus on leaving you and Clint behind, and Clint felt terrible.

The two of you had been trying to make your way together since but it wasn’t easy.  When it was just the two of you, you had to find places to perform on your own.  You busked a lot, but it was never a huge moneymaker.  Often it wouldn’t even cover a place to stay that night, and you’d end up having to sleep rough, either on the outskirts of town or in a park somewhere.

Thankfully, he’d managed to get you both a two-week job at a carnival which while it didn’t pay a lot - it meant you had a roof over your head and it was easy enough to talk some of the girls who worked the food stands into giving him funnel cake or corn dogs on the house.

The problem with working carnivals was that people were never there to see the performers.  They wanted to ride the rollercoaster and eat fried food.  People would drift in and out of his show offering meager applause and then get distracted by a balloon seller and wander off again.  He wanted to work somewhere where people wanted to see him and he could soak up their adoration.

He’d been lying on the bed in just his sweats, feeling sorry for himself when you showed up.  The place you were sharing was a crumby room with a bathroom that was shared with the entire floor in a hostel near the carnival.  A lot of transient people who picked up work at the carnival ended up living at the hostel, so it had only been a couple of days when he started recognizing all the faces.

You sat on the end of the bed and dropped a bag in front of you.  He didn’t look up as you seemed to take off your shoes and put a new pair on.  “Clint,” you said, tapping his leg to get his attention.  He propped himself up and raised his eyebrow.

You put one leg up on the edge of the bed, displaying the thigh-high boot you just put on.  It had a low heel and all the way up the side was a series of thick buckles.  It gave you both a dangerous and sexy look.  Something he’d been noticing more and more now it was just the two of you.  They also looked expensive.

“How did you pay for those?”  He asked.

“Didn’t,” you said.  “Don’t ask if you don’t wanna know.”

He sighed and flopped back down on the bed.  “Didn’t we leave the circus to get away from the crime shit?”

“I’m not murdering people.  I’m not committing grand larceny.  Just… we need shit, Clint.  You wanna keep performing to make money, I’m with you, but we’re not even earning enough to feed ourselves most days, and we have to upgrade our equipment sometimes,” you said.  “I promise, I’m not doing shit you’d really hate.”

He huffed and you lay down next to him, holding one leg up and patting your boot as you looked it over.  He rolled onto his side and watched you.  You were smiling a little and flicking your ankle so your calf flexed.  He wished he could trust you, but trust was hard for him.  “I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” he said.

You rolled over and looked at him.  “You didn’t drag me anywhere,” you said.  “You were right.  They went too far, but maybe we need to figure out what we’re okay with, because the way we’re headed, we’re not gonna be able to do anything because we won’t have any equipment, any food, or anywhere to live.”

He nodded.  “You’re right,” he said and worried at the inside of his cheek.  “No hurting people.”

“Of course not,” you agreed.

“No small businesses,” he said.  “Those guys are just trying to get by too.”

You nodded.  “I’d agree with that.”

“And if we hit a big store - you know, one owned by some big evil megacorp, we need to do it in a way that we’re not fucking up some dude who’s just running the checkout’s life,” he added.

“I feel like retail is a waste of time,” you said.

“You just stole some boots,” Clint argued.

“Did I?”  You said cryptically.

“Didn’t you?”  He asked.

You quirked an eyebrow at him and he started laughing.  “You little shit,” he said and started ticking you.

You screeched and started giggling, grabbing his wrists and trying to wrestle him off you.  He let you pin his hands behind his back and as he watched you, look at him smugly, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath, he was struck by how sexy and dangerous you looked again.  He wasn’t sure when that happened.  He hadn’t always looked at you like that, and he wasn’t sure if you just different now, or if he just noticed it now.  He leaned in a little, his lips parted and you took a deep breath in, moving in closer to him too.

His lips came close to yours.  Alarmingly close.  He knew if he didn’t stop soon he was going to kiss you, and kissing you definitely meant things would change.  He blinked and pulled back.

“Sorry,” he said.  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“Why not?”  You asked, looking at him with your head slightly tilted.  You let go of his wrists and he pulled his arms back and rubbed one of them.

“I dunno… you’re a kid…” he said.

You laughed.  “I haven’t been a kid for a long time, Clint.”

“Oh,” he said, looking you up and down.

“And you were kind of a kid too when we met,” you added.  “You aren’t that much older than me.”

“Right,” he added.

“So if you want to kiss me, you can,” you said.  “It’ll be okay.”

He swallowed and nodded, not exactly sure if it would be, but wanting it nonetheless.  You leaned in again, and he bridged the difference, bringing his lips to yours.  You kissed him slowly and deeply, tangling your hands into his hair and guiding him onto his back.  He wrapped his arms around you, gripping your shoulder and thigh.  You rolled your hips against his leg and danced your tongue with his.  He groaned softly, surprised and extremely turned on by how dominant you were being.

He pulled you tighter to him, rutting his hips up against you, his cock hardening in his pants.  You moaned into his lips and ran your hand up under his shirt, your fingers tracing his abs as you gradually pushed the fabric up.  He rolled you and ran his hand from the top of your boot to the corner of your hip. Neither of you broke the kiss, each just hungrily moving your lips against the other’s.

He slipped his hand down into your shorts and you broke away from him with a gasp and backed away, pushing his hands away from you.  Clint looked at you startled as you drew your legs up against you.  “No, no, no…” you said shaking your head.  “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Clint said, gently backing away from you a little.  “It’s okay.  We can stop.”

“I’m sorry, Clint,” you said, not looking at him.  “I want to.  I want to.  I thought maybe if it was you it’d be okay.”

Clint moved so he was sitting cross-legged opposite you.  “Sugar, it’s fine.  I understand, okay?”

You nodded and started to wring your hands.  “I’m broken.”

“Have you tried with someone else?”  He asked.

You nodded.  “A few times.  I’ve tried getting drunk first.  I’ve tried smoking pot.  I just keep freaking out.”

Clint held out his hand and you took it and moved, curling up so your head was in his lap.  He began to play with your hair.  “We never have to try again if you don’t want to.  We can call this a dumb mistake.”

“Is that how you see it?  A dumb mistake?”  You asked, not looking up at him.

“No,” he said.  “But I think if I keep saying it, I might be able to get myself to believe it.”

You chuckled softly, but there was a slightly hysterical edge to it.  He caressed your cheek.  “If you want though,” he said gently.  “We can just take our time.  I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked up at him.  “What if I can never do it?”  You asked.

“We’ll worry about that if it happens,” he said.  “There’s no rush.  You want to do it, right?”

“Yeah,” you said.  “I really do.”

“And you can touch yourself, right?” he said. “I’ve heard you in the shower before.”

“Clint!”  You yelled and hit him.

“What?  It’s my fault you come so loudly?”  He teased.

You broke down into giggles and he felt himself relax a little.  “You do though, right?”

“Yeah.  Just when it’s anyone else…” You said.

“Then we can take our time.  Make out a lot,” he said.  “I’ll even take you on a date if you want.”

“Oh yeah?”  You teased.  “How are you gonna pay for that?”

He pinched your hip playfully and you squeaked and smacked his thigh.  “How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good,” you agreed, sitting up.

“Good,” he said and pecked your lips.  “It’s you and me, remember?”

You nodded.  “Yeah,” you said, as you started playing with his fingers.  “Hey, Clint?”

“Yeah?”

“You want to make out again?”  You asked.

Clint chuckled and pulled you into his lap.  “I’d love to,” he said and brought his lips to yours.

// NEXT

[the-villian-i-seem-to-be]

[Flower .2]

[1.]

It was around 9:00 in the morning, the sun had risen with it's bright light. All the while gossip had stirred in the streets of London. Louis had brought his brothers breakfast and the morning newspaper. The youngest Moriarty was silent as his brother thanked him for the meal and read the paper. "Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.."

William read aloud, his ruby eyes scanning the newspaper article. "How peculiar, very peculiar." The blonde headed man mused, still reading out the rest. "(T/N) had stole from Lord Henderson and Mrs. Henderson's, a married couple and are in the high ranking class. Phantom Thief (T/N) had stolen a priceless emerald ring that was to be auctioned off at their estate for a private gathering."

A cryptic smile appeared on William's face. "(T/N) has still yet to be captured by authorities, the only trace left by them was a small peice of paper that reads: "Good luck next time."" William tilts his head back and joyfully laughs once he finished reading. "My goodness, I wish I could of seen this up close." The second eldest Moriarty looks back at the newspaper.

"(T/N).. What a perfect adversary to have." William says with complex expression. Louis nods, his brother was a very smart man. Cunning and calculated, so his decision would be as well. William grabs his tea cup and takes a sip of the warm drink.

His eyes focusses to the tiny vase next to his breakfast tray. The vase it self was a pretty pale blue, though the single flowers inside it stood out the most. A simple red rose was in the vase, the same one from (Y/N)'s bouquet that she had given to them the day before. William slowly reaches towards the rose with a singular hand and touches one of the plush petals gently. He let's go moments after.

~°~

"Phantom Thief (T/N) once again terrorises nobility.." (Y/N) reads over the newspaper with bland eyes. Sighing, she placed the paper underneath her counter. Deciding to watch people pass by her shop for entertainment on this slow day.

(Y/N) puts her elbows on the counter and props her head on her right hand. Leaning lazily against the counter. (Y/N) watches the outside through her glass window.  Middle class and nobles alike stroll down the sidewalk, with the occasional carriage on the road. Which didn't change the boredom she felt.

It was the same old view whenever it was a slow day. Though before (Y/N) could curse the lack of life in her shop. She  hears a horse cry and a man shouting. Gainging her curiousity, she saw something new for a change.

Police were arriving to the farther side of her street. Something must of happened, but what? (Y/N) contemplates on whether or not to check it out. It would be better than listening to herself breathing. But if she left her shop and a customer comes in..

"What a bother, I might as well wait until whatever is happening outside to pass than be in the mess." Just as those words left her throat. A two men walk into her shop. A smile crossed the females face as she greets them. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with today gentlemen?"

The first man looks around her shop. Starring at the wide variety of flowers. The first man responds to her, "yes actually. Can you please tell me about the murder that happened just down the street." The mans dark blue eyes meet her own shocked (e/c) ones.

"A murder? Sir, I don't know what you're talking about." (Y/N) says with confusion, the blue-nette falters after her words. "Oh.. I see." The air was now tense.

"Did.. Did a murder occur." The female asked with fright. The second man turns a bit solemn, "yes" he said. The first man speaks up again. "But I'm a detective, detective Sherlock Homles. And here beside me is Dr. John Watson. We are here to investigate the murder that has occured. So that is why I am asking for any information that you have."

"..." (Y/N) was silent at the introduction Mr. Homles had gave, though responds to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I know much about what happened, but I will answer any question you give me."

Dr. Watson asked the first question, "do you know Mr. Edward Samuel?" (Y/N) hums in agreement. "Yes, I do. He must of been murdered, correct?" The two went silent at her accusation.

"How did you,-" "I could tell by the look on your face Dr. Watson. Your very easy to read." The female says with a weak playful smile. Mr. Homles starts to snicker quietly while Dr. Watson turned embarrassed. Muttering a few words, most likely telling his companion to be quiet.

Sherlock stopped his chuckles and asks the intriguing woman another question. "How do you know Mr. Samuel? Was he a frequent customer of yours?"

"Yes he was, Mr. Samuel bought flowers from me twice a month or so. He would by a bouquet of red roses for his wife." "His wife? Was he a helpless romantic?" "No, his wifw had passed away two years ago. He visits her grave twice a month."

"Has Mr. Samuel told you this personally?" "Yes, I grew curious of why he kept buying flowers from my shop so often. And he told me that he visits his wife grave twice a month so he can change the flowers for her."

"What flowers did he buy so frequently?" "He always bought orchids." "Do you know the last time you saw him?" (Y/N) nods, "yesterday. A few minutes after I opened, he told me his son was graduating college that afternoon."

Mr. Homles sapphire eyes scan (Y/N)'s (e/c) orbs. Looking for any trace of weakness in her words. The woman stood proudly and stares at him blankly. Waiting for him to back down, Sherlocks lips turn into a smirk. "I see. Thank you for your cooperation."

"It's not a problem sir, I hope you can find the culprit who killed Mr. Samuel." (Y/N) said with a sad smile. Dr. Watson says a small "of course."  But Sherlock stares at the female with clouded eyes. As if he was trying to figure her out with his eyes alone.

"Anything else I can I help you with?" Sherlock stops his analyzing once her voice called out to them. "No- I mean yes. Can you please give us your name?" "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), you can call Ms. (Y/N)."

"Thank you, Ms. (Y/N) for your cooperation."

"Of course."

The two walk out of her shop and vanish from her sights. (Y/N) takes in a deep breath, and forceful giggles erupt from her throat. "That wasn't what I was expecting today.." The (h/c)-nette wipes away the tiny tears in her eyes.

(Okay, I made a part two! To be honest, I have no idea where this is going, I just type whatever is on my mind and try to find a puzzle peice that may or may not fit the puzzle. Who knows? Hope you enjoyed a part of this installment, will there be more in the future? I dunno. If I could make a part two, it's anyone's guess. Thanks for reading! Ps. anyone saw ep six?)

Peeps who wanted to be tagged, @im-way-too-many-fandoms

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you know i’m no good [FIC]

you know i’m no good

Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker, 1881 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

Peter loses a bet and has to wear Felicia's panties under his suit while on patrol. It's a lot more distracting than he anticipated.

For @peterparkerbingo “panties” square, card at the end

Felicia’s phone vibrates in her hand as she walks through the crowded atrium of Cordco. She doesn’t rush, smiling at anyone who catches her eye and complimenting an older woman on her dress. Diamonds glitter on almost every neckline and the smell of expensive cologne shifts with each smartly dressed group she passes. Charity fundraisers always make people want to splash their money around, although Felicia wonders why she’s the only one who finds it so distasteful.

The phone has stopped vibrating for a moment but it resumes just seconds later. Felicia rolls her eyes, grabs a glass of champagne from a passing tray, and dips into a quiet corner to answer it.

“I told you not to call me.”

There’s a distant train horn in the background and then a soft thump followed by the startled coo of a pigeon.

“Shoo, this is my street lamp!”

“Oh my god, I don’t have time for—”

“Wait, Felicia! Fee. Please. Come on, this is torture. Can’t we do this another night? Please?”

Felicia smirks into the lip of her glass and waits for someone to pass by before she answers.

“No. A bet’s a bet, Parker.”

“Ok but when a bet interferes with my ability to do my job, that’s kind of a problem.”

“Oh! It’s affecting you, is it?” Felicia puts on her best Marilyn Monroe and giggles into the phone. “But… but I thought you said it wouldn’t be a big deal at all! I thought you were a big boy who could handle a little distraction.”

There’s a loud groan from the other end and the unmistakable sound of web shooters.

“I could! I CAN! But…”

“But…”

Another soft thump. Peter’s voice suddenly becomes a bit clearer, less robotic, and Felicia knows he’s taken off his mask. Must be on a rooftop somewhere.

“Felicia, it’s… my suit, it presses everything so tight against my body, and my senses…”

A pleasing image. Felicia bites her lip and watches the crowd.

“They’re… they’re just so soft and I’m—”

“So hard?”

Another groan but this one is tinged with arousal, and despite herself Felicia feels a flush spread across her cheeks.

It was a stupid bet, as most of their bets are. If Peter won, Felicia would have to donate every penny of the money she stole from her last heist to F.E.A.S.T. If Felicia won, Peter would have to wear her panties on patrol. For a whole week.

The outcome is obviously clear.

“Oh, poor Petey Pie,” she coos, not sounding sympathetic in the slightest. “I picked out my favourite pair. I’ll be really offended if you don’t like them.”

Honestly, Felicia did him a favour by choosing those gorgeous Kiki de Montparnasse briefs for his first night. They have a decent amount of fabric on them, not a thong, made of the finest silk and French lace… he should be thanking her.

“I think I like them a little too much, actually,” he replied with a breathless laugh.

“Well,” Felicia says as she pushes off the wall with her shoulders, “you do look lovely in them. Shall I pick up an extra pair for you to keep?” She deftly switches her phone to an earpiece and puts it back in her small evening bag as she heads towards the elevator. “Or maybe the new pair should be for me. You’ve probably stretched these out, hm?”

Only one guard by the elevator doors. Felicia smiles and shows him her ID badge.

“Forgot my lipstick in my office. Can’t fit anything in this tiny little purse,” she says.

The guard chuckles and presses the button for her.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you didn’t say anything about lipstick, I can’t get that inside the mask, the marks would be impossible to get out!”

The elevator heralds its arrival with a ding and Felicia steps inside.

“Have a nice night, miss.”

Felicia nods and lets the elevator doors close.

“As adorable as your mouth would look in red, that wasn’t part of the bet. But I’ll keep that in mind for another time.”

“That’s not what I… Felicia, where are you?”

“I told you, I’m at a party,” she replies, stepping out of her heels and tossing them up through the hatch in the top of the elevator. “Some idiot friend of Harry’s, remember?”

“But why—”

“Because rich people serve good food. Now can we please get back to the more interesting topic here which is you on a rooftop with a seriously inappropriate hard-on in your suit? Do you really think you’re going to be saving old ladies from muggers with that? You’d probably be arrested too, you know.”

“Ok that is NOT helpful.”

A well-placed foot on the railing gives her enough leverage to easily lift herself up on the roof as well. The bag Felicia left up here last week is still intact and she shuffles out of her slinky black cocktail dress and into her equally slinky catsuit as the elevator travels upwards.

“Maybe you just need a bit of relief, hm? Clear your pretty little head?”

“Wh-what? Here? NOW?! Felicia, I’m working, what if… what if something happens, I can’t—”

“You’re overthinking this. I know you can sense trouble a mile away.”

“And you also know how easily I can get… overwhelmed.”

A particularly vivid memory of Peter sobbing, babbling absolute nonsense, as Felicia rides him while scratching red lines into his chest with her nails nearly causes her to stumble when the elevator comes to a halt. The doors open below but Felicia quickly climbs upwards instead, forcing open the doors on the floor above and stepping out into the dark hallway.

“Now you’re the one distracting me. Naughty boy. I’m supposed to be mingling,” Felicia says as she heads toward the server room.

“Can you… can you just, um, talk me through it? I promise it won’t take long. Please?”

Tempting. So, so tempting.

Felicia flips her goggles down and examines the lock on the door. It’s going to take a while for her system to hack it, and she has always been good at multitasking.

“Put your mask back on and stream the video to my phone.”

There’s some fumbling noises in the background and Felicia takes the brief moment to start the hack. The bar is visible in the upper left of her HUD so the rest of her vision can be dedicated to Peter’s video. She settles on the floor, confident that her motion sensors will alert her if anyone gets close.

When Peter starts the video his suit is already half off, bunched around his waist. She wants to scold him for it but fuck, she also wants to lick at every single one of those delicious abs.

“Let me see them, sugar.”

“Y-yes, yeah, ok,” Peter gasps, wriggling around to shove the suit off all the way. The juxtaposition of his well-muscled body, strong thighs, and tiny little panties sends a shiver through Felicia’s whole body. He looks absolutely incredible, but Felicia knows him well enough to understand that isn’t what he wants to hear.

“Tsk, look at you, you’ve made such a mess already,” she scolds. Peter sucks in a breath and she can see him nod. “Do you know how expensive those are, Peter? Hm?”

“S-sorry, I’ll buy you more, I swear, I’m sorry—”

Felicia cuts him off with a sharp laugh.

“No you won’t. Those cost more than your share of rent in that shitty apartment you live in.”

She watches as his cock twitches in the stretched lace and silk.

“Please, fuck, please, Felicia,” he begs, fingers digging into his thighs because Felicia hasn’t given him permission to touch. Such a good boy.

“Please what? You want to make even more of a mess? I can see you’ve already soaked them enough. You’re as wet as a girl, Petey Pie.”

He whimpers and bucks his hips up into the air, desperate for some sort of touch or friction.

Felicia glances up. The bar is at 50%. Faster than she expected. She can’t draw this out as much as she’d like to.

“Ugh, fine, I don’t know why I’m being so nice, you obviously don’t deserve it. One finger, over top of the fabric. That’s it.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you,” he babbles. It’s an indescribable power trip, to watch a man who could break through solid iron bars with a flick of his wrist, be so obedient and desperate to please. As the bar ticks over to 60% Felicia presses one hand between her legs and bucks against the pressure as Peter shivers and gasps under the pad of his own finger.

Peter can’t seem to decide where to use the single digit: over the lace cut-out in the front, the sodden silk everywhere else, or the tip of his cock peeking out over the edge. She knows how sensitive he can be with textures and his thighs practically vibrate when he moves from the roughness of the lace to the smooth silk.

“So good, feels so good, please, please!”

Felicia giggles. “God, you’re pathetic, aren’t you? Begging to come? Such a little slut.”

Peter whimpers, loud enough that Felicia is actually concerned that someone might hear him. He tends to completely forget about discretion when he’s so turned on like this.

The bar is at 85% now. She needs to end this, both before the hack is finished or before the police arrest Spider-Man for public indecency, whichever comes first.

“I—I am, I’m a slut, oh fuck please Felicia, please I’m so close!”

“I don’t think pathetic boys like you get rewarded. Keep going, tell me when you’re about to come.”

She squeezes her thighs together and allows herself one last press of her hand before sighing quietly as she gets to her feet. Her goggles record everything and this will get her off at least twice later tonight, but for now, she needs to concentrate.

95%.

“Fee, I’m—gonna come, gonna—”

She waits a few seconds longer.

“Take your hand away. Come, now Peter.”

He sobs as he comes all over Felicia’s panties, his orgasm ruined from the sudden lack of stimulation. He makes a mess of himself but Felicia can see how tense he still is, muscles corded in his thighs, and he’s whimpering into the mask.

“Is that what you wanted? Hm? Look, you got your orgasm pretty boy, didn’t you? What do you say?”

Peter inhales a shaky breath and Felicia can hear him sniffling. He must be crying and she hates that she can’t see his face… it’s one of her favourite looks on him.

“Th-thank you,” he whispers.

100%.

“That’s right. Now, I have to go. And you have work to do. So pull yourself together and put that suit back on. I don’t want to hear another complaint. If you’re good for the rest of the night I might let you jerk off on my tits when we get home. OK?”

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “I mean, yes! Yes. Please.”

“Hanging up now.”

“Wait! Fee… thank you. Seriously. Have fun at the party, ok? I… um. Love you.”

An awful fluttering erupts in Felicia’s belly, but she swallows thickly and concentrates on the door swinging open in front of her.

“Goodnight, Petey Pie. See you soon.”

[baroquebucky]

carne asada

a/n: hey guys ! i feel like there’s no latina fanfics out there and being salvadorian i think that SUCKS so I’m here to change it >:) i included translations for the Spanish parts so even if u don’t know it you can still enjoy it ! Feel free to request :-)

in which you culture timothée goes to the family carne asada for the first time

“mon amour how does this look?” Timothée asked, emerging from the room in a loose button up shirt and nice pants. He looked great, much too formal for a Hispanic cook out though. You smiled at him, “ay amor, it looks good, maybe put on some jeans instead of dress pants though” you teased him, watching his face flush red before he quickly went back into the room to change once more.

You quickly replied to your moms text, telling her you would be on your way in a couple minutes. Soon timothée rushed out of the room, look at you for reassurance. You smiled sweetly at him, standing up and walking over to the nervous boy.

“they’re going to love you bebe i promise you, the worse that can happen is that they hate you and call you un baboso or something” you assured your boyfriend, laughing as his eyes went wide. “I’m joking! They already love you” you giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before turning around and swiping the keys off the table, walking to the door and making sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“you ready?” You turned to your boyfriend, he smiled at you softly before running a hand through his hair and nodding, you tossed the keys at him and he caught them quickly. You held the door open for him and he laughed at how you bowed slightly for him, quickly following suit. You locked the door and headed to your car.

The drive there was relaxing for you, laughing and pointing things out from your childhood as you drive into your neighborhood. Timmy tried his best to pay attention, but his mind was racing, he always read how Hispanic parents were always so critical of everything, how could he not be scared?

“amor? estás poniendo atención?” (are you paying attention) you looked at him, he quickly turned to you before focusing back on the road. “oh what? yeah sorry- just really nervous still” he replied, biting his bottom lip for a couple seconds before letting out a shaky breath. Although he didn’t know Spanish you always spoke it around him, translating after he would look at you like a helpless puppy, so he had picked up on a few phrases.

You never felt bad when you talked to him in Spanish since he did the same thing to you but in French. Sometimes just to get back at him you would talk to him in only Spanish and he would get frustrated because the little Spanish he knew flew out the window when you spoke. Between the slang words you used, how fast you were speaking and how attractive he found you speaking Spanish was the boy was mesmerized.

“angelito you don’t need to be nervous, i promise you they’re going to love you” you assured the nervous boy, placing a hand on his thigh as he continued to drive. He relaxed a little bit, smiling at you for a second before pulling into your street. He let out a shaky breath as he parked the car, looking in the mirror to check his hair one more time. He quickly rushed out of the car to open your door and help you out, you gladly took his hand as he locked the car. Even from where you were parked you could hear the music blasting and the sound of your family bickering and laughing. You smiled, excited for your boyfriend to experience a real carne asada with you and to meet your family.

“you ready?” You asked him, “not at all ma cherie” he spoke, you felt his hands get clammy, you smiled at him, kissing him in the cheek. “Wipe your hands on your jeans and calm down” you giggled, walking up to the front door, as you were about to ring the doorbell the door swung open to reveal your mom.

“mijita! ay te e extrañado tanto mi amor! Que chula te miras” (darling! I’ve missing you so much honey, you look so cute) your mom began, taking you into a warm embrace and scanning you all over to take in any differences from the span of several months since you had visited. “I missed you too mom” you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“y este bicho guapo?” (who’s this handsome boy) Your mom began causing you to burst out laughing. “mom this is timothée my boyfriend” you smiled, moving to the side so timmy could hug your mom.

“muy bien conocerla” (it’s so good to meet you) timothee spoke, cringing at his broken Spanish. “It’s okay i know English” your mom smiled at the boy, taking in all his features. “oh okay good because my Spanish is horrible” he laughed nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“so good to finally meet you! y/n tells me about you everytime we call” your mom smiled at the boy, you both blushed deeply and he let out a small chuckle. “come inside! You have to meet everyone else!” Your mom moves aside, letting the two of you step into your childhood home. You took your boyfriends hand, leading him in the house, your mom quickly stopped you, letting timmy go in. “si te sacastes uno bueno” (you did get a good one) your mom winked at you and you nodded “ya se mama” (i know mom).

“Y/N!” Your older brothers shouted from the backyard, getting up from their seats and walking over to you, timothee was tense at your side. “hey guys!” You squealed meeting them halfway and giving the two of them a hug, you were the youngest. “how have you been?” You oldest brother, Alex asked. As you were about to answer their eyes landed on timothée. “actually i don’t care, is this the famous timothée? Im Alex” He asked, going over to say hi to the boy by your side, timothée went to extend his hand to shake your brothers hand but it was quickly swatted away by Alex. “nah man give me a hug!” He smiled at your boyfriend and you smiled at the two of them. Timothée hes usted for a second before hugging him back. “It’s good to finally meet you guys! Y/N always tells me stories about the two of you,” your second eldest brother Bryan went in to hug timothée next, towering over him.

“I’m assuming about how he would play with her braids?” Brayan laughed pulling away from the hug after a couple seconds. Timothée let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “well if you guys want we have two seats open for you guys” Alex spoke, “mainly for you tim” Bryan added, pushing you away slightly and you furrowed your brows at him, punching his arm. “I leave for like 5 months and this is how you treat me?” You joked as he shoved you once again, laughing as you stumbled a little while trying to overpower him. “well you guys have fun meeting everyone else!” Alex spoke before heading back into the backyard.

The two of you stood in the living room, you turned to timothée. “How you holding up amorcito?” You asked the boy, taking his hand in your and rubbing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. “pretty good actually, your family is fun” he smiled at you, “i think your brothers like me” he giggled and you nodded at him, “watch by the end of the night they’ll love you more than me.”

The two of you walked into the kitchen, around the small table were two of your aunts and your mom all talking and eating.

“Hola!” You spoke up, cashing your two aunts to turn around and stand up, rushing to hug you. “Ay y/n! Tanto tiempo a pasado!” (y/n! It’s been so long!) Your first aunt spoke as she hugged you tightly, “que Bonita te miras” she spoke, moving to the side so your other aunt could hug you. “Ay mi amor que grande estás ya” (oh love you’ve grown so much) your second aunt spoke, squeezing you tightly as you hugged her back.

“este es mi novio timothée” (this is my boyfriend timothée) you spoke, introducing the beautiful boy next to you, he waved awkwardly, “hola como están?” (hi how are you guys) He spoke nervously as your aunts smiled at him. “Ay que precioso eres!” (You’re so cute!) Your first aunt smiled at the boy, giving him a small hug. “Your eyes are beautiful!” Your second aunt told him, he blushed deeply thanking her. You both stood there for a couple minutes making small talk with your two aunts before finally heading out to the backyard to find your dad.

“okay you’re gonna meet my dad next, trust me he’s super sweet, don’t be scared” you smiled at your boyfriend, you could tell he was shaking from nerves. You stopped him for a second, pulling him into a side hug, wrapping your arm around his waist. “angelito i got you, no matter what i love you okay?” You assured him, he smiled at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, “i love you ma cherie” he spoke, less nervous and ready to meet your dad.

You pulled him along, scanning the backyard to look for your dad, your eyes soon landed on him and you rushed over. “Papa!” You shouted, he whipped his head around and a smile overcame his features, he had missed his little girl so much. “baby! how have you been?” He asked, smiling as he hugged you and kissed you ontop of your head. You sighed into his chest, a smile on your face, “I’ve been good and you? anything new?” You smiled up at him, pulling away and standing next to a newly nervous timmy.

“nothing much, i see someone is new with you though” your dad stated, looking at timmy, scanning him from head to toe, he looked like a good kid, because he was, but you knew your dad was gonna give him a hard time for at least a minute to see his reaction. “Dad this is timothée, my boyfriend” you smiled, timothée immediately extended his hand out, “h-hey it’s good to meet you sir” he spoke, you could hear it in his voice how scared he was. Timmys mind was going a mile a minute, making sure he didn’t do anything to make your family hate him.

“so you’re the one that stole my girl away from me huh?” Your dad spoke, timothée had no ideas what to say. “Dad! Don’t scare him away” you pouted, scowling at your father. “I’m just messing with him! So tell me about yourself timothée” you dad smiled, sitting back down and motioning for your boyfriend to do the same, he quickly followed suit and they fell into conversation, making your dad laugh and talking about his life with him and some funny stories when he began to ramble.

You smiled softly, going to get some food for you and timothée from the kitchen. As you were playing the meat and rice you looked out the window and saw your dad and timothée laughing, you were so happy that your whole family approved, it was rare. Your last boyfriend your dad hated and your mom loved, another guy you brought home they both hated, they had never both liked anyone you had brought home until now.

Your dad glanced at the kitchen window, you were caught up in conversation with your aunts and mom about drama in the community. Your dad turned to timothée, demeanor changing to a more serious one.

“so what exactly are you intentions with y/n? You’re this famous actor with millions, yet you choose to be with a Hispanic girl who isn’t even famous” your dad spoke, skeptical of what he wanted. Timothée looked at your dad, turning to the kitchen window and he could see you covering your mouth in shock at something your mom told you. He smiled at the sight of you. “Listen sir, I love her, so much. She’s so smart and there’s never a dull moment with her, I can’t go a day without her correcting me on something and making me a better person. She always makes me smile and helps everyone around her before she even thinks about herself. I’ve never met anyone more resilient than her, she’s tough and hard headed and is great at debating things she’s passionate about, I fell in love with her because she’s so amazing and we make such a great team, she keeps me grounded and i can’t see my life without her.” Timothée spoke, he was confident in his answer, stuttering a bit here and there, a smile on his face as he talked about you and moved around a bit in the chair.

Your dad looked at him for a second, a stern look on face. Timothée thought he was about to pass out when he met your dads eyes. Your dad smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m glad you’re with y/n, you’re a great kid and you’re very talented. Welcome to the family mijo,” timothée felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, he has overjoyed that everything had gone smoothly.

“hey what did i miss?” You asked, seeing how your dad and timmy were laughing it up and any signs of nervousness were gone. “nothing much” your dad spoke and timmy smiled up at you, helping you with the plates, he got up, letting you have his seat and pushing the chair in a little before taking his own seat.

“well, here is the most authentic carne asada con arroz you will probably ever get, dig in timmy t” you smiled. He thanked you and quickly got some meat, mumbling an “oh my god” before stuffing his face full of the food. You laughed at how eager he was to finish the food, not making a noise as he ate, too busy enjoying every second of it.

“that was the best food I’ve ever had” he spoke, slightly out of breath as he wiped his mouth and drank some water. You smiled at him, still eating your food, “told you it was gonna be fine” you replied after you had swallowed the food in your mouth.

Timmy fit in perfectly after a couple of hours, he got along really well with your brothers, playing a few rounds of beer pong with them and a couple of your cousins. He was amazing with all your aunts, instantly charming them with one smile, all of them talking about him in Spanish since they knew he didn’t know it.

After the sun had set your cousin suggested that you all play Loteria, and who the hell was going o reject that? You dug up all the cards from your room and passed them out to your brothers, timmy and your cousins.

“wait! Why doesn’t timothée read them” one of your cousins suggested, laughing at the thought of him struggling. You looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders, “why not? Pass me the cards” he laughed, everyone cheering him on.

“el sol” he began, smiling since he knew that one. “El para- para guas?” He furrowed his brows as everyone giggled, turning to you he whispered, “ma cherie how do you say that?” You smiled at him, “el paraguas” you replied, he then repressed it louder, everyone clapping as he moved onto the next one. It continued like that for a couple more cards until your cousin got loteria, gloating about it until your brother beat him. Eventually you were stuck reading the cards since no one else wanted to, timothée decided to sit the round out, wanting to hear you talk Spanish as much as he could, your accent cane out when you were around your family and he was living for it.

Eventually everything wrapped up and the two of you were tired, saying goodbye to everyone. “Adios tia ay me manda mensaje para que podamos hacer ese jardin que quiere” you hugged your aunt and timothée felt his heart implode with love, he didn’t know what you were saying but he was in love with how you said it.

After saying goodbye the two of you walked out hand in hand, giggling at something’s that had happened earlier. “Oh my god and when your aunt called out your uncle i almost spat out my drink” timmy laughed, opening the car door for you. You laughed remembering how he had sputtered and nearly choked.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked him, looking at him as he put his seatbelt on. “Of course, it was amazing angel” he smiled, leaning over the console to kiss you. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, pulling away so that he could start driving. “My family loves you bebe” you smiled, looking at the curly headed boy. “I’m glad they do, because i don’t know what i would do if they didn’t” he laughed nervously. Timothée stayed parked for a while, letting the car engine heat up and choosing a Spotify playlist.

As he put the car in drive you looked at him, a smile on your face as you spoke up. “Te amo Timothée Chalamet” he turned to face you, a blush tinting his cheeks and a bashful smile on his face. “Je t’aime y/n y/l/n” he responded, kissing you one more time before pressing play on his phone and driving away from your house, the two of you laughing and singing along the whole ride back.

[vintagedolan]

no service (gbd)

the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n 

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

Your POV:

“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.

“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.

Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other. 

“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course. 

“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.” 

“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”

You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled. 

“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”

“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!” 

“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him

“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.

“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!” 

You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.

“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.

You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van. 

Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.

“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”

“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.” 

“I’ll see you soon.”

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Grayson’s POV

His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park. 

“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.

“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.

“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.

“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.” 

“Is it Y/N?”

Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.

“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.” 

“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.” 

“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead. 

And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day. 

They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.

“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything. 

It was going to be a long few days. 

Your POV:

The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.

When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start. 

By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them. 

Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left. 

miss youuuuu

hey u should come home now, k thanks

I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops

im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at

this shit sucks 

i love you

I wanna go on the next adventure :(

But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea. 

You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.

And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.

So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh. 

Damn. These last few days were gonna suck. 

Grayson’s POV:

“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.

“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in. 

“So this should be fun!”

“Oh yeah, great time.” 

“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”

“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.

“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”

“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera. 

“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.

And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.

Your POV:

The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.

Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.

wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!

After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.

“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely. 

“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break. 

And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.

You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in. 

The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior. 

And you were right in the break.

You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.

It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.

Grayson’s POV:

It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all. 

“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked. 

“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.

“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.

“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.

Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.

They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind. 

And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside. 

“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.” 

“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.

“What’s up?” E asked. 

“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”

“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.

Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.

“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”

Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.

“It’s for you.”

He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?” 

“Yes.”

“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”

“Is she alright? What happened?”

“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”

“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.

“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”

“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”

“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”

“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”

“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?” 

“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.” 

Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain. 

“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.” 

And with that she hung up the phone.

“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.

“What do we need to do Gray?”

“Drive. We need to get home, now.”

Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California. 

When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him. 

“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”

“Tell me what happened.” 

And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.

“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”

“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.

“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.” 

Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care. 

“E.”

“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.” 

She’s gonna be alright

She’s gonna be alright

He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.

“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.” 

“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.” 

He held out his hand.

Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.

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It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it. 

Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive. 

Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.” 

He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours. 

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”

“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much doctor.”

“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.

When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed. 

They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him. 

“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push. 

“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.

“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it. 

Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined. 

Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all. 

“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.

“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV. 

“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in. 

“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense. 

“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. 

“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted. 

“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled. 

“Why would I be mad at you baby?”

“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand. 

“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.

“Hey girly, how yah feelin?” 

“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”

“What?” He asked.

“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She really was back to normal.

“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.

“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable. 

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. 

The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.

“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.

“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?” 

“Sore, but okay.”

“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?” 

“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.

“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.” 

Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one. 

When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.

“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her. 

“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box. 

“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.

“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.” 

He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.

“Gray,” Y/N said quietly. 

“Hey baby, I’m right here.” 

“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?” 

“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her. 

“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her. 

Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her. 

“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”

“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep. 

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Healing His Heart (8/?)

Young Remus Lupin/Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 1715

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Summary: (y/n) is two years younger than him, a popular Slytherin, and Regulus Black’s best friend. Yet he can’t help but be attracted to her bewitching personality and sweet smile. Unfortunately, his er–problem makes it harder to get close to others. Despite his attempts to push her away (for her own good) she seems determined to worm her way into his life.

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Something is touching his face, bringing him back into consciousness. He recognizes the soft touch as fingertips as they graze the skin underneath his eyes and across his bottom lip. Remus nuzzles into the hand that's caressing his face. Slowly he blinks his eyes open, a bit of the morning sunlight blinding him. Remus puts his hand up to block the offending light, grumbling about the offensive light. "(Y/n)?" His voice sounds groggy, as it usually does after the full moon. "Can you sit?" (y/n) entirely comes into focus as his eyes adjust to the daylight. Remus nods, letting her help him sit up. "Here." (Y/n) presses a glass of water to his lips. He glances over at her before taking the glass in his hand. Remus takes a large gulp of the cold water before setting down the glass, "what are you doing here?" "I assumed those three knobs didn't do much more than help you back into the castle, so I volunteered this time." "Why?" "Why?" She giggles, "because you're my boyfriend, duh." "I'm not your problem—" (Y/n) rolls her eyes, "I wouldn't say you're my problem, but you're mine, so I'd have to argue with that." He notices then he's missing his clothes, "uh—" "I have your clothing." She turns, dragging his bag from behind her. "But I want to heal those cuts first—" "Let me put on my trousers!" He's a brilliant shade of red, trying to cover up. "It's not that big of a dea—" "(Y/n)! Just—" he reaches for the bag, snatching it from her hands. She laughs, "but are you sure you didn't hurt —" "There's nothing wrong with my legs." (y/n) giggles, getting up to turn around towards the door, giving him privacy. Remus hurriedly pulls the jeans he's packed himself from the bag, struggling to pull them up his legs. He watches her as he gets the zip and button done. "Okay... you can uhm—turn back around." She does just that, instantly moving back towards him. Her hand reaches back for his face, examining the new damage he's done to himself. "There isn't a ton that needs too much attention, but--" she gently rubs her thumb across his lips, "this one is particularly nasty. Any discomfort otherwise?" "Just sore—" she nods, moving to grab a little vial of green liquid. She hands him the vial. "What's this?" He looks at the contents of the liquid. "Something I've been making myself for years for after Quidditch games. Got a bludger to the shoulder a few years back, and it still gives me issues. This is—well, it's a tonic for muscle soreness, I suppose." "It works?" (y/n) rolls her eyes, "of course it works! When has a potion I've made not worked?" He smiles, wincing at the movement as it tugs at the cut, "that is true. And is it safe?" He grins, so she knows he's teasing. "Quit talking till I've healed that lip. You're making it worse." He tries not to smile again. She pulls out her wand and begins to heal the cut. "There," she pockets her wand once again, reaching to get something else. "What's that?" He asks curiously as she pulls out a salve. "Well, if you wanted—" she holds the salve up, "and this is only if you want this. I'm not pushing it on you, but I have this scar reducing salve. It won't completely erase the scars, especially not the deepest ones, but the color will correct somewhat. Again, not a miracle salve, and I don't want you to think I care about the scars." She swipes her thumb against his cheek, "I like you just as you are. I just thought I'd ask in case you were interested." "Wait—where do you—how'd you get that?" (Y/n) grins, "made it myself, of course." "How are you so brilliant?" He's genuinely impressed with the girl. How she was so incredibly intelligent but so— into him? It blew his mind. (Y/n)'s giggle is magical as she leans in to kiss him quickly, "do you want it or not?" "Uh—does it sting at all?" "Nope, truthfully, I made it because I had a scar on my leg from a playground accident. The scar is still there and still somewhat visible, but… it worked enough for me to be content. Healing scars is a tricky business, you know. And it's not going to be a dramatic difference. It will be a slight reduction. I don't want you to think this will completely heal them. Again, It's hard to heal scars..." "I know... maybe? Just on the bad ones?" "You're going to have to use it yourself then. I don't which ones you personally feel are the worst." "Well, can't you tell?" He motions to his face. "I really can't, Remus. I don't only see the scars when I look at you. I see you, Remus, exactly how you are." He huffs, hiding his blush behind his hand, "why do you have to be so sweet—?" She touches the newly healed bit of his lip, "I'm not being sweet. I'm being honest." Remus pulls her into his arms, leaning his chin on her shoulder, "I don't know what I did to deserve you." "You don't do things to deserve love, darling," she says against his bare chest, "love is—well, it's not a transaction." "You're spectacular," his voice is breathy as he reaches out to touch her cheek. "Me? Spectacular?" (y/n) chuckles, "well, maybe a little bit. Do you think you can walk?" Remus gets up to stand, pulling his clean sweater over his head, "Yes, but I might need a little help from you. Do you mind?" "Not at all." She wraps her arm around his waist, allowing him to lean some of his weight on her. "Do you want to get breakfast?" she asks as they make their way through the tunnel. "Sure, do I look presentable enough?" (y/n) hums, "you look well enough. We could also find a sunny spot in the castle and eat there if you don't want to sit in the Great Hall." Remus smiles down at her, "you don't mind?" "Of course not. I don't really want to share you with anyone else right now, anyway." He suddenly remembers, though, that he should probably check in with Madam Pomfrey, "Wait-- I have to check in with Pomfrey." "Okay. We can stop in the Hospital Wing first." "Let me go alone. She doesn't know you are aware--" "What does it matter if she does? Would it be crazy you've told your girlfriend of your condition?" He purses his lips, "No, but I don't want to get you in trouble. It's only supposed to be me that knows about the Shrieking Shack, darling." (y/n) rolls her eyes, "fine. I'll wait for you in the hall." *** Madam Pomfrey looks a bit confused that he hasn't got a single scratch on him. "No damage this time, Mister Lupin?" She hands him a bit of chocolate. Remus pops it in his mouth, nodding along. "Doesn't seem so." "No soreness? Last month you complained about your shoulder quite a bit." Madam Pomfrey doesn't seem convinced that he's so-- okay. It's the first time in seven years he's come into the Hospital Wing without a single scratch or bruise. "I'm feeling pretty good, honestly." Madam Pomfrey hums in the back of her throat, "interesting. Well, you may leave if you'd like, Mister Lupin." Remus jumps off the hospital cot, "thanks, Poppy." Madam Pomfrey only shakes her head, not bothering to correct him. Opening the heavy door, he looks around the hall, not seeing (y/n) anywhere. "Remus!" He looks towards the voice, seeing (y/n) carrying something in her arms. "What'cha got there?" he quietly closes the door behind him. "Breakfast, of course." (y/n) grins, kissing him on the cheek, "let's find a place to eat." *** They're able to find a quiet, sunny space in a deep-set windowsill. (y/n) climbs up onto the seat, patting the space next to her. Remus sits next to her. His stomach growls audibly, causing (y/n) to laugh. "Hungry?" She teases him. Remus rolls his eyes, "What did you manage to get?" "All sorts of stuff." She begins to place the food in front of them. He grabs for a piece of toast, taking a large bite. It tastes marvelous. "How are you feeling, honestly?" She places her hand on her own face before putting it on his forehead. "I'm fine. I feel good. Whatever is in your... muscle soreness tonic or whatever works wonders. I'm not sure I've felt this well after a full moon ever." (y/n) takes his hand in hers, "Really?" "Yes. Are you going to tell me what it is?" "Of course not. It's a secret." Remus raises an eyebrow, "you won't? Why?" "What if you... stole my secret and claimed it as your own?" He can tell she's teasing by the way she grins at him. "Do you really think anyone would believe someone so... dreadful at potions concocted something so brilliant?" (y/n) pretends to think it over, "No, I suppose they would assume you've stolen it. It is quite brilliant as you said." Remus chuckles, taking another bite of his toast, "so if you won't tell me what is in your secret tonic... how about the salve?" (y/n) takes a bite of her own food, "I don't believe that's necessary, Mister Lupin. You won't get my secrets that easily." She makes her point with a light jab to his chest. Remus's lips curl into a flirty grin, "oh? Can I not? Not even if I do this--" He leans in to kiss her, tilting her chin up to meet his kiss. (y/n)'s hand comes up to touch his face lovingly. Remus pulls away to admire her. (y/n)'s eyes flutter open, a goofy smile painted onto her face, "No, I don't think even that will make me spill my secrets--" He stops her speaking with another kiss, this time crowding over her, his arms wrapping around her body. "How about now?" he pulls away just enough, their noses brushing against each other. (y/n) hums, her eyes still delicately closed, "I don't know yet... maybe another kiss could convince me--" Remus chuckles before giving in to her request.