#trying so hard to be respectful he actually just comes off like a bitch

[birdmanbirdplan]

Did a part two to this comic

Turns out Edgeworth just likes to see a more vulnerable side to Phoenix

It doesn’t translate well

[reidrum]

porcelain doll | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

a/n: writers block is a bitch fr but somehow this came out! i just wanna say that if you relate to reader or just have qualms in general about intercourse that its okay and its normal and you're still a wonderful human being at the end of the day ok that is all i love you mwah

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, fingering, making out, no p in v sex but talks about it, reader has an ambiguous reason for it hurting cuz there are like so many gdm reasons it can hurt it's ridiculous, hurt/comfort, fluff, afab reader, spencer is a loving and supportive boyfriend, i proofread this once sorry

summary: you'd been keeping quiet about something personal that you knew you should tell spencer but just couldn't find the right time for, but now it's all come to a head in a hot heat of the moment and you're forced to confront it

wc: 2.6k

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you meant to tell spencer about it when you first started dating.

it’s not something that comes up to discuss in a natural context, like over coffee or at work. by the time you and spencer had actually started dating, you hoped there would be a quiet moment where you could tell him, but even when soft moments came and went your anxiety was the ruling emotion and prevented you from telling him.

that brings you to this moment right now— you straddled over spencer’s lap on his couch with your arms around his neck, his on your waist, wildly kissing him. you had just come home from the bar with the girls, and spencer couldn’t help himself with how pretty you looked as he pulled you to the couch and perched you on his lap.

still being in the somewhat early stages of your relationship, your intimacy with him never went past making out, with you most of the time tapping out after getting too overwhelmed. and spencer always respected your boundaries.

don’t get it wrong, you both still had a lot of fun when things got heated. if you could kiss him every second of the day you would. but being able to feel how much fun he was having always left a pang of guilt in your heart after always stopping. he’d always be heavily panting, trying so hard to hide the discomfort in his pants, and the most you could do in return was dissociate and live in false ignorance about it. it didn’t help that he still so devastatingly kind to you after.

but here you were on his couch tonight, and something felt different. a desire you hadn’t felt before taking over your senses as your bodies intertwined. it’s like every time you’re with him, he makes you almost forget all the insecurities that eat away at you.

almost.

spencer moves his mouth down your neck, leaving a trail of hot love bites before he finds your sweet spot. you angle your head more so he can get better access, and moan out at how fucking good it feels.

he moves his hand to the waist of your shorts, looks up at you silently asking for permission to remove them. you nod and he maneuvers them off, returning to straddle him. his hands move to knead the flesh where your hips meet your thighs, every movement delicate and intentional. it’s like with every touch he transfers his love for you through his fingertips to drive you absolutely crazy.

you subconsciously grind down on him, putting a pressure he wasn’t expecting as he groans lowly in your ear, “fu-uck.” it warms your heart a little, knowing the effect you have on him. your hands tangle in hair and pull firmly letting spencer moan into your mouth as he moves a hand further down your body.

“this okay still?” he breathlessly asks as he toys with the lining of your panties.

you nod again, not trusting your words at the moment. a sinking feeling starts to brew in your gut, as you can easily predict where the next events are going. he’s being so kind to you, and you feel sexy with the way he’s eating you alive with his eyes and touches. the guilt would chip you away if you had led him on this long only to stop right before the good part, just because you couldn’t handle it or something.

but he starts to stroke you outside your panties, and you have to admit that it feels vaguely good. you continue to bury your head in the crook of his neck in the hopes of masquerading any facial expressions contradictory to your words. you just want spencer to feel good, and this is the first step to reaching that goal.

spencer takes the soft breaths blowing in his ear as a sign to keep going, and hooks a finger on the cloth to pull it aside. he runs a single digit up and down your slit, swiping by your entrance to gather the wetness to spread around. when he circles back to give your clit attention you shakily moan out his name and his arm grips you tighter around your waist. you feel his finger descend again and prods around for the entrance again before gently sliding in.

the last five minutes you had been praying repeatedly and silently in your head, please let it be different this time, please don’t let me ruin this perfectly great relationship, please let my body just do what it’s meant to do.

but your prayers are left unheard, and all you can feel is hot, burning pain.

it tears through you, a feeling incomparable to walking on fire rocks even. it’s overwhelming, all consuming, things you would typically describe a normal sexual experience but here your body was, in a cruel twist of fate by being on the complete opposite end of that spectrum.

most of all, it just fucking hurts. point blank, you don’t see it subsiding anytime soon. you hoped the sentiment of making this good for spencer would overtake the signals being sent to your pain receptors. but it doesn’t, it actually intensifies the emotional pain in your heart that you know will weigh on you once this is over.

spencer being the darling lover he is holding you so gently, and yet instead your body betrays his gentle loving touches and receives them with malice. 

how dare you?

after a couple minutes, you can’t take it anymore. the panic starts to rise in your chest— from the pain, the guilt, all crashing down like an avalanche preparing to leave you stranded in the rubble.

“spencer…” you grit out.

“yeah baby?” he hums.

“can we-, i think i need to…” you strain. the pain is spreading throughout your body like a forest fire, uncontainable and devastating.

spencer slows his ministrations and pulls back a little, noticing the faint red rings forming in your eyes from the unshed tears, “hey, what’s wrong?” he pulls out his finger complete, subtly wiping it on his pants (which you’ll gawk at later because, who is this man?). even after the removal it’s left you scorned, and you feel it breaking your resolve fast.

“are you okay?” spencer tries to peer into your eyes again, voice laced with worry and dread.

you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. you’re in shock, you think. and you’re feeling a lot of emotions, too many emotions all huddled up in your head begging for control.

spencer sits still below you deeply concerned and confused, “sweetheart, what’s going on?” he desperately tries one more time.

you think your brain has finally settled on what to feel.

mortification.

you squeeze your eyes shut, harshly rubbing them with sweaty hands, “i’m okay, i’ll be right back.” and you don’t give him time to rebuttal as you swing off him and bolt to the bathroom in record speed. after you shut the door and lock it, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. and then everything else falls out too.

your arms clutch your stomach in distress as the panic settles in you, sliding down the wall as you sit on the floor with your knees tucked under your chin. tears blur your vision, and the deep breaths are counterintuitive as they seem to make you more and more lightheaded.

a faint knocking seems to cast a line to bring you back down, and another firmer knock solidifying it.

spencer softly says your name, “can we talk? i just want to know that you’re okay.”

a pang of guilty shoots up your heart and you let out a big sniffle inadvertently, and spencer finds an unknowingly matching pang shooting up his own heart.

“i’m sorry if i hurt you, sweetheart.”

that was the final blow, and you fully begin to sob on the bathroom floor. how selfish of a person were you to let him feel guilty for something that was entirely your fault?

“you didn’t do anything,” you say between cries, “i’m just, being weird.”

spencer isn’t convinced, “will you let me in?” he says softly.

you contemplate the outcomes. he comes in, you tell him about your irregularity, he gets upset with you for not telling him and because you don’t work. or you don’t let him in, he gets upset with you and your stubbornness, deciding it’s no longer worth it to deal with you and he leaves.

solid choices, you think.

swiping at the tears falling still, you think you can’t feel any lower than you do right now. so you reach up and unlock the door but don’t move to open it.

he hears the click of the lock turning and knows he has to open the door. the handle turns and spencer pokes his head through, “i’m coming in, okay?”

you don’t respond, your head still finding solace in your bunched up knees. you faintly hear the door creak open and a figure move in.

if spencer’s heart wasn’t clenching before, someone’s now got it in a death grip with how distraught you look is making him feel. he doesn’t enter your bubble, he doesn’t feel it’s appropriate at the moment. instead he sits in the open doorway, hoping it offers you a comfortable space to know that he’s there but not enough to overwhelm you.

you both sit in silence for what feels like forever, spencer knows it’s ten minutes and thirty two seconds, when you let out the smallest and faintest, “i’m sorry.”

“you didn’t do anything,” he immediately says, itching to move closer to you, “i just want to know what happened, angel.”

your eyes scrunch up in frustration, “ugh, it’s not-“ you falter, this was not how you pictured this conversation going.

he waits for you to continue. “i have this…thing.” you start.

“thing..?”

why does it feel so embarrassing to say out loud, he has three phds and hunts serial killers this cannot be the worst thing he’s heard.

it’s definitely the most vulnerable though.

you turn your body 180 degrees so you’re not facing him, thinking it would be easier to confess to him if he’s not staring you down, “when i like, put things down there… it hurts.”

“what kind of hurt?”

“it’s like a…really intense pain. that doesn’t go away.”

spencer ponders for a couple seconds, “is that what happened a couple minutes ago?”

you nod your head into your knees, letting the fresh hot tears wet your kneecaps. it’s humiliating.

he inches closer, “angel, did you think i was going to be mad?”

you sniffle, “are you not?”

a tentative hand rests on your back, “not at all,” he whispers, “i was just really worried about you.”

worried. people have been angry, apathetic, even sad (for themselves) when you told them. but never worried.

you suppose spencer reid has always been different, defying any preconceptions anyone previous had imposed on you. he always offered you kindness and love when you couldn’t find any for yourself. it was unfair, how much he loved you, and how you couldn’t show him how much you loved him back.

you clear your throat, “it just makes me feel…broken? to not be able to do the one thing my body is made to do. in the past it’s been a dealbreaker for a lot of people, and understandably so.”

spencer has moved to sit in front of you, inches away. he reaches a hand up to push a tendril of hair behind your ear, letting his palm rest upon your jaw. his eyes hold nothing but love, and he waits patiently for you to continue.

“i’m really sorry i didn’t say anything, i meant to tell you when we first started dating,” your voice gets higher as the emotion floods your throat, “but everything was going so good, i didn’t want to ruin it.”

you add one final blow before receding, “i thought when i told you, i would offer you an out to go sleep with some other girl just so you could have that experience.” you lament.

spencer lets your words sit in the air for a few moments before softly saying, “can i hold you?” 

he thinks it’s better to have you in his arms before he talks, because as much as his words could comfort you he thinks it can’t hurt for you to feel physically held together after all that’s torn you down.

if he wasn’t watching you so intently he would’ve missed the faint nod you give him. you’re scooped into his embrace with your head tucked under his chin and into his neck. he has one hand supporting your back and the other drawing letters into your thighs, and leans his chin to rest atop your head.

“first of all, please don’t ever feel like you have to ‘offer me an out’, especially for things that are really serious like this.”

“but it’s not fai-“ you try to argue.

“no. you can’t do that. you won’t do that. i don’t care what you’ve been told in the past, but loving and having you means holding every part of you, especially the ones you try to hide. i am not here to pick and choose what i want.”

he holds you the way you would a porcelain doll, achingly beautiful yet terrifyingly fragile.

“my sweet girl, you are not broken. i promise. penetration is not the end all for sex, and it’s not the only way to have sex. studies show that 75% of women feel pain during penetration, sometimes it can be related to stress or anxiety, which i’m sure on top of all that you deal with, that me leaving for cases all the time can’t help.”

he cups your cheek with his warm palm and angles your face to meet his eyes.

“what matters to me the most is that you feel good, and if you don’t feel good then it’s not worth doing in the first place.” he whispers, “if this is something you want to work on in the future, i will be there to help and support you however i can. but if you don’t want to do anything, i will still be there to support you. always. there is no dealbreaker for me, you are it.”

with red stained eyes you look up at him, “are you sure?”

“i’m sure,” he reinforces, “i love you. i don’t think a version of me exists where i am not loving you. you occupy an embarrassingly large amount of my brain, and there’s a lot of stuff in there.” you giggle and spencer feels flowers blooming in his chest.

you sigh and wrap your arms tighter around him, “i love you too, spence.”

you both sit in silence, basking in each others presence.

“you looked so beautiful tonight, i don’t think i told you when you came home.” he softly speaks, stroking your hair.

fiddling with a button on his shirt you reply, “thank you, honey. penny told me to buy that dress, said it’d drive you insane.”

he breathes out, “she was right. i don’t even know if i said anything to you, i was borderline delirious seeing you come home to me.”

you lean up to place a smiley kiss on his neck, “i’ll always come home to you, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“i think i’ll be having you forever.”

“woah,” you smirk, “that sounds borderline stalkerish. better be careful, my boyfriend’s an fbi agent.” 

spencer’s eyes narrow, “i could probably take him.”

“eh.”

“eh?”

[quarterlifekitty]

first, im a bit new to cod but idk…

thinking about ghost’s spouse visiting him on base or some shit, and everyone else wondering how tf he was emotionally flexible enough to bag a bad bitch 🫶

note: this is just my personal little fantasy world headcanon lol so take it with a grain of salt!

Simon maintains a vaguely human lifestyle by adhering to one very strict rule: rigid compartmentalization. You don’t come up at work, and work doesn’t come up around you. Never the twain shall meet, he thinks. And he’s not exactly a watershed of information when he’s with his mates. And it’s not like anyone is asking “When was the last time you got fucked, Ghost?” and seriously expecting a response.

He tells you about the crew, but not about what he does with them. Killing, espionage, torture– that kind of thing stays off the dinner table.

Let it be known that you do not surprise him at work. You respect his boundaries too much, which is why he’s so fucking serious about you, honestly. He calls, asking if you can run something to him. This is maybe the greatest symbol of trust he can bestow, as a man who has only a fraction of an existence in the eyes of the government: he asks you to bring a document of his. He gives you the instructions on how to find it, and trusts that you won’t look at anything you don’t have to.

You know Johnny lets out a low whistle when he sees you coming up with a manilla folder in your hands.

“Who’s that bloody bombshell, then?”

You spy Simon and jog up to him with a smile. He’s the one who embraces you, short but strong. Cue the nigh audible gasping.

“LT, you absolute dog.”

Simon rolls his eyes as the two of you are crowded in short order. You make polite introductions, but have a previous engagement– you really did only have time to stop by.

Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave.

Everyone is wondering how this could’ve happened. For the record– I think in this scenario, Johnny and Gaz go through a constant string of heartbreaks, and John is kinda married to his job. So in a cruel twist of fate, Simon is actually the only one currently with a partner, much less a spouse.

“How’d you manage to bag a right beauty like that, LT? C’mon, spill it–”

Simon doesn’t mean to diminish your value or anything, but his answer is not going to be satisfying, because he doesn’t find it that difficult to get women. And also, you’re his true love, so you’re perfect for each other and growing close to you was as easy as breathing. But he doesn’t say that.

“S’not that hard. Remember the stuff she says, don’t keep no secrets… dick ‘er down the way she likes.” He doesn’t mean to be crude about it, but from his perspective, is one of the main reasons why you tolerate him. Soap howls at the response.

He’s telling the truth, though! He has a scarily good memory. Remembers every friend you’ve ever told him about, every movie you’ve ever mentioned, every meal he’s cooked for you and how you liked it. He remembers dates, times, and lists with no issue whatsoever.

And he’s never kept anything from you. He tells you how the fuck he’s feeling, and you return the favor, even if it isn’t pleasant. The only thing he doesn’t mention to you are the gorey details of his work.

And you have never had more of a communicative partner, ironically. There were times in the beginning when he didn’t know all of the ins and outs of coaxing pleasure from your body, so he asked you to show him how you like it. And that scary memory is at work yet again– every sensitive spot, every offhand mention of a kink you’ve not yet explored together, every arch of your spine and clench of your cunt. He’s got it down to a science. Could write novels about making love to you specifically.

What I’m trying to say, at the end of the day, is that Ghost bagged a bad bitch by being autistic.

[klipkillakai]

Connie and bae getting into an argument about his friendship with his ex Sasha and she walks out mid argument because he was tryna defend their friendship. She leaves and doesn’t show up until like two weeks later because she knows he’s crazy about her and she wants to test his loyalty (basically seeing if he would come look for her or not) I’ll leave the rest up to you

inner peace 🎋

“i keep telling you about that bitch connie” you spit while throwing clothes in the washing machine with a harshness as your fuming with anger, your not a jealous person.. never, you respect boundaries and you think it’s reasonable for your man to have friends within the opposite sex, within certain bounds, but sasha.. sasha clearly likes him, the way she finds any way to touch him, the way she brightens her voice when talking to him, the way she looks at you when he’s not paying attention, and the way you know she’s had the pleasure of being all over you man’s dick at some point..

you hear connie’s heavy footsteps walk down the hall, knowing he’s looking for you—

“you say that every time she comes over mama, i keep trynna tell you we just friends”

you roll your eyes “please connie.. she be all over you, “oh connie you so funny” “connie remember when we was together and we did this” “connie remember the time i did a split on it” you say pissed as hell can’t believing she actually say that..

you hear a sigh “she’s just joking, you know that—

you look up “don’t tell me what i fucking know connie, cs your really starting to piss me off” you push pass him and start walking towards the living room

“bro you need to relax alright, your acting like a bitch right now..”

you stop walking and you turn around to face him, “i’m acting like a what?”

he smacks his teeth “man you heard me”

you just stare at him, feeling the anger of all those times, you watched her flirt with him and he seemingly flirting back, the small touches.. the whispers and the stank looks caught up to you in that one moment until now, does he even want you? why is he fighting so hard for her? does he have that same loyalty when it comes to you? i guess we gon find out..

“fuck you connie” you spit out with a potent venom, you make a show of climbing up the stairs and ripping open the hall closet to grab your suitcase and duffel bag

connie’s heart sinks knowing he fucked up, he quickly runs up the stairs and follows you, he sees you packing up your stuff and his heart stutters

“where you going?” you don’t say anything, shoving all your clothes in your bag, opening the drawer and discreetly grabbing your passport and stack he had left in there and you shove it your duffel..

“you must not want this like you claim” you say calmly “your willing to call me a bitch over your ex who i say clearly makes ME uncomfortable” “where is your loyalty to me connie? why aren’t you defending ME?” you say and stare up at him with unshed tears in your eyes.. so guess what.. i’m going away and i’m gonna let you think about where your loyalty lies..

connies mouth slightly agape, not knowing what to say, he never thought this what happen, he never thought you would leave him like this, “imma fix this jus don’t leave” he starts stuttering out, he watches you grab all your bags and walking down the stairs “baby- FUCK please don’t leave” he says rubbing a hand down his head, at this point panicking over the thought of not seeing you again..

you don’t care, you’ve had enough and you need him to see, you slip on your crocs by the door and you walk outside, connie closely following, you throw all your shit in your car and you get in quicker than connie can catch you and you lock it so can’t get in, he banging on the door, pleading for you to not leave—

“please baby don’t” “don’t fucking do this y/n”

“GET OUT THE FUCKING CAR” he starts pulling on the door—

you start the car and you pull out, as connie starts following, trying to run with the car, but you speed off not giving a fuck..

connie stands in the middle of the road, yelling profanities, loosing his shit, he walks back in the house, and punches the wall, leaving a hole..

the first night you spend at your friends house, crying telling her what happened as you head you phone buzzing constantly, flooding for texts from connie and his friends, you didn’t care tho, you decided you was gon book a trip to costa rica, you have the money and you just want to get away..

a week has passed and connie wakes up, with a massive headache, he’s drunken and cried himself to sleep more than he wants to admit, he misses you, his baby, he misses waking up next to you and getting food with you, he misses your mind, your laughter, the peace you give him, and your gone

he’s reflected this passed week and he realizes his relationship with sasha is inappropriate, and it was confirmed when he called to cut her off, she called you all types of bitches and insecure and he realizes he been the biggest fucking idiot, and how much grace you’ve given him.. now he doesn’t know where you are, you blocked him and your friends refuse to tell him where you are, he stands up from the bed and decides to shower, he knows he should clean up the room but.. he needs to clean himself first,

—music floods the house soon after, and connie is shirtless fixing the hole in the wall, fixing the drywall with a white paste, he gets a ding cutting his music off for a second and he looks at his phone hoping it’s you, it’s eren and he reads the texts “this yo girl?”

connie’s brows furrow and watches the friends only story and sees you on a beach somewhere, just glowing, eyes looking brighter than he’s seen in awhile, your humming along to some song in spanish and it your with a group of people, someone says something in the background and you let out a soft giggle before the video ends..

connie feels his heart sink, not because you’ve done anything bad or anything like that, but he’s sees your thriving, you look better, you’ve gained a little weight, you look well rested and that makes him look like a shit person, had he been that draining? was his relationship with sasha stressing you out that much? why didn’t he listen to you? why didn’t he believe you?

he slams his phone down, climbing up the stairs abandoning, his project, just wanting to roll up that point and sleep—

-two weeks later-

you sigh as you walk off the plane, neck pillow around your neck and headphones over your ears, you can still feel the sway of the water all over your body, you can still feel the warmth of the sun and you can still taste the sweetness of the fruit on your tongue, you unblocked connie on the plane and watched all the texts pop up on your phone, you’ve forgiven him at this point and now you think about him, you miss him, you miss his smile, his jokes, him dancing around the house.. his dick, everything..and your glad to be back home..

connie hasn’t seen you in three weeks and at this point he’s lost a bit of hope, the only peace he finds is when he wakes up early and heads to the gym, he hasn’t been much of a gym rat, he has been here in there but he’s started taking it more seriously, to distract himself, he drops the weight finishing his set, he gets a notification from his phone and sees its from ring, thinking it’s a package or something he almost clicks out but then he realizes it says door unlocked and his heart skips a beat, he grabs his bag and water and almost runs out the gym, he gets in his car and speeds off, hoping it’s you, hoping your finally home—

you walk inside and set your bags down, looking around “connie?” you yell, looking throughout the house and quickly realizing he’s not home, you walk downstairs and open the fridge grabbing a coconut water and sipping on it as you tap on your phone, you had gotten a fresh set of a acrylics before you came home and you love them so much..

30 mins pass and your listening to music as you cook some sausages in the pan, your stomach grumbling with hunger, you hear the door unlock and you slightly jump, heart skipping a beat.. you put down the spatula and quietly walk towards the foyer, hearing keys jiggling and shoes being kicked off..

you stand there, his back turned alway from you, a duffel on his shoulder and flowers in his hand and he finally turns towards you and your quickly met with a look of shock that morphs into a soft smile

“hi” you whisper, he slowly walks towards you “hi” he whispers back..

you run towards him and jump on him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms wrapping around his neck, he drops everything in his hand and wraps his arms tightly around you, he presses kisses all over your head and cheeks, whispering “im so sorry” and “i love you so much” “please don’t leave me again” you press a kiss to his lips and he walks further in living room and sits on the couch with you in his lap..

“how was your trip?” he whispers, staring at you like a hawk, trying to capture your face, in a way he never forgets anything about you again..

“peaceful” you whisper and softly wipe the tear slowly gliding down his cheek, you squeeze his arms and notices there firmer and stronger than usual and he jus smiles “i’ve been at the gym” you smile amused and nod “i like it” he softly grabs your cheek and kisses you..

you both know that you’ve changed and that your relationship will be different than before, but for the better, you guys are stronger than before and that gives you the peace you both have been looking for, inner peace..

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|a/n|

chile i don’t think i’ve ever written angst before, i definitely think i could do a little better but, i didnt want it to be too depressing fr, but lmk if you want a part two for some smut 🤭, also sorry girl for taking so long to reply, school be kicking my ass fr!! but guysss send me more requests this was sooo fun!! i know for me that i want to see very specific things in fics or like smut, and the best way to make that possible is when you inbox the writer, so inbox me fr!!! i don’t bite 🩷

[harrysfolklore]

omg i have a question for the bitchy carlos fic -

so nicole piastri came on red flags podcast recently and spoke about oscar and his childhood, what if there’s an au segment of her talking about older piastri & what would his reaction be

okay this turned out being way longer than intended bc i added the scene of carlos and nicole meeting bc why not, i hope i'm not annoying you with too much little bitch content, i'll promise i'll post for other drivers now READ LITTLE BITCH HERE

Host: "So, Nicole, we've heard a lot about Oscar's journey to F1, but what can you tell us about his relationship with his sister, YN? She has quite the personality online, doesn't she? Can you tell us about their relationship growing up?

Nicole:"Oh, those two. They've always had such a special bond. YN is a few years older than Oscar and yes, she's known as the Piastri who fights people online, but she's always been fiercely protective of him. From the moment YN first held Oscar as a baby, she appointed herself his protector. It was adorable and sometimes a bit much, but always came from a place of love.

Host: Can you give us an example?

Nicole: "When Oscar was about six and YN was maybe nine. Oscar had just started school and was having trouble making friends. He was quite shy back then, if you can believe it. One day, YN overheard some kids teasing Oscar in the playground."

Host: "Oh no, what happened?"

Nicole: "Well, YN marched right up to those boys and she told them off in no uncertain terms. She said, and I quote, 'My brother is going to be a famous race car driver one day, and you'll all be asking for his autograph. So you'd better be nice to him now!' The boys were so shocked they just stood there with their mouths open."

Host:"That's amazing! Did it help Oscar?"

Nicole: "It did, actually. Oscar was so impressed by his big sister standing up for him that it gave him a confidence boost. And you know what? Some of those boys ended up becoming his good friends. They still joke about YN's 'prophecy' coming true now that Oscar's in F1."

Host: "That's such a heartwarming story! It's clear YN has always been protective of Oscar. Now, speaking of relationships, we've heard that YN is dating Carlos Sainz. Can you tell us a bit about how that came to be?"

Nicole: "Oh, that's an interesting story! YN actually told us she was dating Carlos a while back, but we weren't surprised at all. We knew she liked him since that time in Singapore last year when our family visited. YN was trying so hard to act mad about Carlos' win, but it was obvious she was impressed."

Host: "So you had suspicions before they even got together?"

Nicole: "Absolutely! Even before that Singapore trip, YN used to go on these multiple rants about, in her words, 'this arrogant Spaniard' who kept pushing Oscar off track. She called him something I won't repeat but I'm pretty sure everyone knows it, it absolutely irritated her. But you know what? We all knew that deep down, she had a crush on him."

Host: "That's quite the turnaround! Have you met Carlos — as YN’s partner this time — yet?"

Nicole: "I haven’t, actually. I’m hoping to do that in Baku after the summer break. But I can see Carlos brings out a softer side of YN that we don't often see in public. Don't get me wrong, she's still fiercely stubborn and outspoken, but with Carlos, there's this gentleness that comes out. He seems to really understand and appreciate her passion, and he's not intimidated by her strong personality at all. In fact, he seems to admire it."

Host: "It sounds like they complement each other well. How has Oscar taken to their relationship?"

Nicole: "Oscar's been very supportive. I think he appreciates seeing his sister happy, and of course, it doesn't hurt that Carlos is someone he respects on the track. It's actually quite funny to see YN now, cheering for both Oscar and Carlos during races. She's always torn between wanting Oscar to win and not wanting Carlos to lose."

Host: "That's nice, Carlos sounds like quite the gentleman. Has YN picked up any Spanish since they started dating?"

Nicole: "Oh, that's actually a funny story. We love to tease YN about this. You see, she failed Spanish in high school - couldn't conjugate a verb to save her life. And now here she is, dating a Spaniard! Carlos has been trying to teach her, but let's just say it's a work in progress. She can now order a beer and ask where the bathroom is, so I suppose that's progress!"

Host: "That's hilarious! I'm sure she'll be fluent in no time."

Nicole: "Bless her, she's really trying. She's determined to have a full conversation with Carlos' parents in Spanish by the end of the year. We'll see how that goes!"

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Baku had a special energy during race weekends. The tight streets and high-pressure atmosphere gave you a mixture of excitement and nerves, but today, the butterflies in your stomach had nothing to do with the Grand Prix. Instead, it was about the lunch you were about to have, where Carlos would meet your mom—officially, as your boyfriend this time.

You walked through the paddock with Carlos by your side, his hand wrapped around yours. Oscar was a few steps ahead, casually walking toward the hospitality area where no other than Nicole Piastri waited. She had met Carlos briefly before, like many of the other drivers, but this was different. He wasn’t just a name on the grid anymore—he was the man you were dating, and Carlos seemed to be nervous about the meeting.

"You think she likes me?" Carlos adjusted his hat for what felt like the hundredth time, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Carlos, she’s going to love you," you couldn’t help but smile at his nerves, "She already does. But, you know... as a mum, she's entitled to give you a little hard time."

"That’s what I’m worried about," Carlos chuckled, but his smile was still tight, "I just want to make a good impression, you know?"

"You will," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "Just be yourself."

Oscar slowed down, overhearing your conversation and grinning like he already knew how this would play out. "Mum’s gonna grill you, mate," he teased, throwing a glance back at Carlos. "She’s been waiting for this."

"Not helping, Oscar," you muttered, giving your brother a playful shove. He just smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

When you finally reached the hospitality tent, your mom was already seated at a table, smiling warmly as she saw you all approach. She stood up to greet you, wrapping you in a familiar hug before turning to Carlos with that same welcoming smile—though you knew there was a glint of mischief behind it.

“Carlos, it’s so good to see you again,” she greeted, shaking his hand.

"It’s great to see you too, Mrs. Piastri," Carlos said, his polite smile fixed on his face. His Spanish charm was dialed up a notch, but you could still feel the slight tension in his grip as he held your hand.

“Please, call me Nicole,” she said, taking her seat again. “I’m not that formal, especially not with my daughter’s boyfriend.”

As you all settled into your seats, you couldn't help but notice the amused glances Oscar and your mom were exchanging. You knew that look—they were up to something.

"So," Nicole began, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "how long have you two been together again?"

You glanced at Carlos, who seemed to relax a bit as he answered, "About two months officially, right, cariño?"

You nodded, but before you could add anything, your mom raised an eyebrow. "And unofficially?"

"Mum!" you said as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Oscar, who had taken a seat across from you, let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the show. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the dynamic unfold.

"That’s what I thought," she teased, making Oscar let out a loud laugh.

You felt your face grow even hotter as your mom's implications hung in the air. Carlos, to his credit, managed to maintain his composure, though you noticed a slight redness creeping up his neck.

"Well," Carlos cleared his throat, his accent a bit thicker than usual, "I think it's safe to say we've known each other for quite some time now."

"Oh, I remember. You two weren't exactly friendly at first, were you?"

"That's putting it mildly, Mum," Oscar snorted, "Remember the time she came home absolutely fuming after a race? She was ranting about 'that little bi—'"

"Oscar!" you cut him off, "We don't need to relive that."

Carlos squeezed your hand under the table, clearly amused. "No, please, I'd love to hear about this."

"Oh mate, you should've heard her," Oscar spoke again, "'Carlos this, Carlos that.' I swear, she talked about you more when she hated you than she does now."

"I did not!" you protested, but your brother's knowing smirk told you he wasn't buying it.

"It's true," your mum added, her eyes dancing with laughter. "I remember thinking, 'This girl protests too much.' I had a feeling even then that all that anger was hiding something else."

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. "I can't believe this is happening."

Carlos wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "It's okay, hermosa. I love to hear these stories."

You looked up at him, seeing the warmth in his eyes. It was hard to believe that those same eyes had once glared at you across the paddock.

Nicole smiled, watching the two of you with that familiar mom look—part teasing, part proud. "Well, now look at you. I guess all that bickering was just a cover-up for how much you liked each other."

"You’ve gone soft," Oscar rolled his eyes dramatically. "I kinda miss the days when you’d call each other names."

"Don’t worry," you muttered, giving Carlos a playful glare. "He’s still a little bitch sometimes."

Carlos laughed, his arm tightening around you as he kissed the top of your head. "And you’re still my favorite enemy turned girlfriend."

Your mom let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in her chair. "I knew it all along."

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Upper Moon 🍆 Ranking

Warnings: if it isn’t obvious already, this post is taking about the Upper Moon’s and my personal HC on their dick sizes. If that makes you uncomfortable in any way, just keep scrolling

A/N: I was actually very surprised by the amount of comments on my Hashira version of this HC post. So I feel a little more comfortable with giving the Upper Moons a go, especially since someone asked if I would do it eheheh. That being said, these men are demons, therefore you may find my size rankings to be a bit unrealistic. But I’m not gonna go crazy and say Muzan has a dick that’s 2 miles long.

This post includes: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu’s clones (Karaku, Urogi, Sekido and Aizetsu), Gyutaro and Kaigaku. And no Gyokko cause that man doesn’t have a dick, period.

In a category of his own: Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan clearly deserves a category of his own for one particular reason: he’s able to alter his appearance.

Therefore, he’s able to change the size of his dick whenever the fuck he feels like it.

And don’t try and say that stupid cause he can literally change gender and age so changing his dick size isn’t out of the question

On average, Muzan prefers to have a larger dick, mostly because he’s a pussy ass bitch man that needs that kind of confidence down there, if you get what I mean.

Typically soft: 10.5

Typically hard: 11.7

But he can make it as big, small, curved, wide, as he wants

When he wants to torture your ass, he’ll make himself as girthy as he sees fit just to watch you cry and squirm and beg for something a little smaller.

Anytime you get “comfortable” he just increases his girth until you’re crying again. Your pleasure is never his first priority, it’s always his.

1. Kokushibo

Among the demons, it should be no shock that Upper Moon One has always been packing. This man is petrifying so it’s only right that his dick is equally as intimidating as him

Even as a human, this man’s dick was deadly. You can’t change my mind either.

Just in case you’re wondering, Yoriichi is bigger

That’s beside the point, Kokushibo has a lot to work with down there. Whether it’s hard or soft ngl

When soft: 9.5

When hard: 10.7

He’s long, girthy and curves slightly upwards. He’s heavy too, your jaw will certainly hurt by the time you’re done with him.

He’s the type to put a pillow or blanket of some sort under your lower back as he fucks you. Mostly because he’s not clueless to the fact that his dick is big

Kokushibo is the type to ease you into it though, he’s stern but he has a teeny bit of empathy when it comes to fucking you. Unless you’ve pissed him off ofc.

2. Akaza

I know this one is gonna be controversial, especially since I’m putting him above Douma but hear me out.

This man has audacity, which means he got a big dick. No demon is acting like Akaza and having a small dick to go with it. Nuh uh, no sir.

Akaza is sitting pretty knowing damn well his cock is bigger than Douma’s and it actually something Douma taunts him with… which you think the roles would be reversed but hey…

When soft: 8.5

When hard: 9.7

He’s straight, no real curve to him and he has a single blue line going up the underside of his shaft and one that wraps around just before the head of his dick. Like as in the lines that cover his body lol

Akaza is probably the “gentlest” of all the upper moons because of the respect he has for women

That’s not to say he isn’t rough with you, but he definitely cares about your pleasure and feelings more than Douma or Muzan would for example

He’s pretty confident in himself though, at least that’s how it seems to you. He knows what he’s doing to say the least

3. Douma

Alright listen, this man is still packing down there so don’t get mad at me for putting him at third.

His dick is smaller than Akaza’s but not by a ton. Let’s be honest Douma is probably the straightest and gayest demon to ever exist. The embodiment of bisexual LMAO

How does Douma know Akaza’s dick is bigger? The world may never know

When soft: 8

When hard: 9.2

It’s pale like the rest of him, a pretty noticeable curve to it as well. He has some prominent veins because of how pale he is. His tip is like a pinkish gray (idk why I felt the need to include this)

He’s pretty girthy too, so he definitely will make your walls stretch uncomfortably if he doesn’t offer you foreplay

Douma is rough, selfish and truly only cares about his own pleasure but he likes watching you whine and squirm while being impaled on his cock

Douma also has a thing for “belly bulges” so he will fuck you in some odd positions if he means he can see his dick from the outside… if ya know what I mean

4. Gyutaro

Listen, plz just listen cause I promise you I’m going somewhere with this. Cause I can already hear y’all being like ???Scrawny ass Gyutaro is in 4th??? Yes. He is.

Gyutaro got himself a bit of an upgrade when becoming a demon. He for sure does not look like he did a a human. By that I mean he’s taller than he was (even tho he’s hunched)

What I’m tryna get at is demon transformation made his dick bigger and Imma live in my little fantasy world

When soft: 6.5

When hard: 7.2

Gyutaro’s dick is as curved as his spine and as thick as his tiny ass waist. He’s got length but not crazy girth.

Even if he’s rough, it feels good. Like there isn’t a ton of discomfort if he goes in raw with no prep cause he wants to punish you, he’s like the perfect amount of stretch

He’s mean, verbally and physically but at the same time he’s a fucking sucker for your body so he can’t really say much without whining and groaning

He’s got some confidence in his cock but he’s also a bit envious of the other upper moons

5. The Hantengu Clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu, Urogi)

I’ve talked about my dick HCs for these four in my A-Z NSFW alphabet and I was tryna be realistic. However, when it comes to this post, fuck being realistic.

Sekido when soft 6.2 | when hard 7.1

Karaku when soft 6 | when hard 6.9

Urogi when soft 5.9 | when hard 6.7

Aizetsu when soft 5.7 | when hard 6.5

There is so much to say here but honestly my brain is malfunctioning so I can’t even delve into it

Regardless, the four of these demons fuck very differently and use their dicks very differently

Sekido and Urogi have no curve, Karaku has a slight curve and Aizetsu’s curves upwards

Hantengu himself had a 3 inch dick and you can’t tell me otherwise. Pussy ass bitch

6. Kaigaku

I hate this little bitch but I’m including him so I can rag on his fugly ass. Kaigaku simps I’m sorry but I can’t stand him

This douche has the smallest dick among the upper moons. This is full Kaigaku slander.

When soft: 5.2

When hard: 6

I’ll give him a decent dick tho cause boy does he have the fucking audacity

That’s all I’m gonna give y’all cause I ain’t wasting my time on him GOOD BYE I didn’t even tag is ass

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, ��baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

[vampirevatican]

can we talk about judd? i just wanna talk about judd. visiting the birch house for your boyfriend and/or friend?? yes.

he does scare you but it's not intentional. you'd show up to the birch household because leah invited you or you are miraculously friends with him and after all of the pleasantries you hear his voice echoing from somewhere

on occasion you can pinpoint where his voice is coming from and you just either look up at a vent or knock on that specific wall

riding in his van? you'd think it's a death wish but he actually makes you put on your seatbelt before he takes off. probably even puts his arm out infront of you when he makes a hard stop

with that said there's so much more to him than just a man that wants to watch the world burn, not like he doesn't want that but there's more.

he's a whole lot sweeter to you because I mean, you're his "bitch" and yes he'd call you names and you do the same back

the relationship is very chill and playful but on occasion he's a true romantic

his love language is quality time and physical touch, high-key physical touch though he can NOT keep his hands off of you, especially infront of anyone who makes him a bit jealous

carrying the torch and going off canon, nick and his friends, or the kids of the cast? you practically treat missy, jessie and lola like they're your own daughters as for nick, andrew and jay? it'd be a cold day in hell before Judd just leaves you with those weirdos.

granted jay is kinda taken under his wing at vocational school so he trusts his werid little bro code bs but as for that perv andrew and his jackass brother? he has eyes and ears everywhere.

nick: your girlfriend is coming over?

andrew: judd has a girlfriend?

judd: yes, and you shitheads better not do anything to make her uncomfortable.

jay: rule #1 of the bro code, never eye another bros girl.

judd: yeah, whatever

ofc he doesn't think that you like them, or see them as competition. he just doesn't want you to be uncomfortable

however you find this adorable and sometimes creepy, it's why he looks out for you when they're at the house

nick? adorable, you know he has a crush on you but he's literally a child and a baby so you pick on him.

you: little baby man.

judd: ha, you're a little baby.

nick: no im not!

you: baby baby baby man.

andrew... gross, iconic and silly at times but just straight up weird, what you respect though is his self awareness

on occasion you try to help the duo be normal and get girls in their age range but it's rly difficult with nick because he's such a cocky asshole

his parents? so nice and welcoming, there was a few times that elliot walked in on you two hanging out and of course judd was urging him to, "get the fuck out."

ngl though diane and elliot see how much light you bring into judd's life and they couldn't be more grateful

[hoesheez]

The Summit…

Choi San/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, violence and blood

A/N: mountain mountain i fucked up on the mountain-or whatever skz said 🤭 this one is short and hopefully sweet for the sweetest boy San hehe 🙂‍↕️ i think we can all agree its what he deserves ❤️ also i think he was in a ballroom what with the chandeliers? not that it matters but i think they all had a respective room in the mansion to destroy? but yeah hope you enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

You hurried to the mansion described in a hastily written note left on your desk by San. He must have snuck in late and left it in hopes you’d see it when you woke up.

As you entered the large abandoned building, Hongjoong walked up to you. “He’s in the ballroom, try not to take too long, yeah? This place is going up in flames very soon.” he said with his usual devilish grin.

You headed in the direction he pointed to, desperately needing to find San as soon as you could to tell him everything you were feeling before it was too late.

You could already see him through one of the broken doors as you turned the corner. His muscular back exposed above the fur coat that hung loosely on his elbows. As the glass and debris crunched under your feet he turned to look at you, his dimpled smile appearing and making your heart flutter.

His tanned skin seemed to almost glow under the dim chandelier light as he walked towards you. You drank in every beautiful detail of him. His slicked back hair with small pieces sticking out that framed his forehead. His tight leather pants that hugged his well defined body that he so painstakingly crafted through years of working out. And the oh so well defined outline of his abs, chest and sharp jawline.

“You actually showed up,” he said with a smile as he adjusted the fur to rest on his shoulders properly. You swallowed hard, his soft clove scent intoxicating you like so many previous encounters. “Of course I did, you practically ran off after that kiss, that really hurt you know. Should’ve known better than to get involved with a damn fugitive.” you slapped yourself mentally for how stupid you must have sounded. He just chuckled and moved closer, knowing he needed to apologize for that.

Honestly? You probably should have realized months ago in the snack isle of the grocery store what kind of man he was. Standing there with a busted lip and tattered clothes. The friend he was with had walked off saying something about getting drinks. He looked confused, his lip dripping blood down his chin and onto his shirt. You hesitated before telling him, but only for a moment. “Hey, you’re bleeding.” your voice coming out alot quieter than you had wanted. He turned to you, his beat up face now more visible. You hurried closer to him, “God you’re all beat up, are you okay?!” you reached into your bag and pulled out a clean handkerchief. You dabbed at the blood, a horrible idea considering he was a stranger and who knows if he had something, but your wanting to help someone in need overtook your doubt.

He looked at where you cleaned his chin, your hands then moving to tug at his shirt. “That’s gonna stain but,” your hands moved to the large hole at his side, “I guess that doesn’t really matter.” you said under your breath.

“I’m San.” his deep voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Oh uhm, hello San I’m Y/n.” you said with a laugh, your face flushing once you saw his deeply dimpled smile. “Here, in case it starts bleeding again.” you said as you handed him the fabric.

Once he took it in his hand, you now saw his bruised and bloodied knuckles. “Thanks.” he said and held it at one of the wounds on his hand that had split open. “It’s none of my business but, maybe you should go to the hospital?” He scoffed at your suggestion, “I’ll be fine, thanks for your help.”

His friend from before walked up, his very intense resting bitch face not changing upon seeing you. “Let’s go. Can’t waste too much time here, there’s cameras.” he whispered the last part but your ears caught it. San grabbed two bags of the chips he was staring at before you interrupted him and smiled at you. “Goodbye Y/n” he said with a wave and his friend pulled him away. You heard him silently chastising him as they walked off while San just laughed hard.

Later that night while you made dinner, you overheard the news saying there were currently 8 men on the run in the city. You went to fix your eyes on the TV screen and your heart sank when you recognized one of them as San. Had you come into contact with a wanted criminal?! You thought twice about calling the advertised hotline though, knowing there was always more to the story than the media portrayed. You went to bed that night, hoping you’d never have to see him again. But, the next day as you left for work, you saw him outside of your building. He was waiting for you, your now spotless handkerchief in his extended hand.

You stepped back cautiously causing him to sign in realization of how he must look right now. “Sorry I just, wanted to give this back.” You didn’t move closer to him though, even after he extended out his hand further towards you. He was now in much nicer clothes, black slacks and a pressed white button up. His hair was slicked back and you took in his features for the first time, completely mesmerized by him if you were being completely honest.

“Did you follow me?” you asked moving closer, trusting his calm body language. You finally took back the handkerchief. He nodded, “Only cause the boss insisted, wanted to make sure you wouldn’t say anything.” You raised your brow, “Thought it was to give back this and thank me?” you teased as you waved the white fabric in front of him. He rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m inclined to ask you, if you do plan on saying anything?”

You moved back with a giggle, catching another one of those deeply dimpled smiles. “I’m not so sure now, after the news report I saw last night.” His smile faded, his eyes fixed on you as he inched closer. “You already would have, if you really wanted to.” He caught your bluff, laughing as you pressed your lips together in defiance.

“Thanks again, not many people like you left in this godforsaken city,” he said with spite. “You’re welcome, and thanks for bringing this back.” you said softly as you stuffed the hanky into your bag. “Even if you did stalk me to do it.” He chuckled, “If you knew my boss, you’d follow his every order too.”

You sighed, “You in some kind of gang?” Your question was genuinely out of curiosity, but you knew people didn’t normally ask so bluntly like that. “No, we’re more of a family.” he said and you cocked your head to the side.

“That sounds exactly like what someone in a gang would say.” you said plainly and gasped suddenly as the bus you rode to work sped by the two of you. “Shit that’s my bus! Gotta go!” you yelped as you ran off like a bat out of hell.

He watched as the bus didn’t slow down, despite you clearly running after it. You wailed at the passing bus about how you were going to be late, your chest heaving to catch your breath. San had walked up to you in your frenzy, “I can take you, if you don’t mind.”

Despite your gut instinct, you took his offer, sitting very closely to the door in case you needed to jump out if he tried anything strange. The two of you sat in the back of the car, its all black interior sleek and luxurious compared to any other car you’ve ever been in. “Oh boy, now you’re gonna know where I work, too.” San chuckled as the driver finally pulled up to your office building. “We already know where you work.” he said cooly, earning a wide eyed look from you.

Once the car was stopped the driver quickly got out to open the door for you. “Oh, thank you.” you said politely and he simply nodded, waiting to close the door as San slipped out behind you. He stared at the large building, almost as if he was surveying it.

“Oh god, this isn’t one of those, you’re my new boss type things, is it?” He looked over at you, “Why? Do you want me to be?” You don’t know why your heart fluttered at that but it did. The birth of a new kink perhaps?

“No, I don’t work here, just making sure you get in safe.” You nodded and began to walk off, “Well thanks for the ride. Consider us even, I guess.” You didn’t realize your choice of words in that moment, but they’d have an impact on him that would start the beginning of something incredible.

“You guess? This your way of saying you wanna see me again?” he asked with that same damn smile. You went hot, your knees wobbling only a little at the thought. He took your silence as the answer he was sure the both of you wanted. “Let me treat you to dinner sometime?”

Dinner? With a wanted criminal? You had to really think about it. But admittedly, not for very long. “Sure. Maybe. We’ll see.” you answered and he just nodded. “Alright! Don’t worry, I know where to find you.” he said with one last smile before getting back in the car.

After that, he did in fact find you. In more ways than just your location. The two of you spent alot of time together after that wonderful dinner. Quiet dates at not very popular places as to not raise suspicion. Staying up late talking for hours in your home. He even cooked dinner for you one night, the food being delightfully edible considering he complained about it not coming out well. You soon came to realize that you craved his presence. Having him in your home was comforting, even just platonically.

That is until one night, sitting on the steps of your apartment building, when you finally made a move to kiss him. You had moved closer once you felt his hand on your waist, taking it as his first move. You had fallen for him hard, and it was so easy too, considering he was one of the kindest and gentlest people you’d ever met.

He pulled away first, almost as if he had some kind of realization. “Getting involved with me isn’t wise, sweetheart.” his voice was soft as he held your face. “Why? I still don’t even know why you’re wanted- god I don’t even think I really care!” you said turning away from him, embarrassed after admitting that to yourself for the first time.

“Me and my team, we’re here to take down Z.”

And since that long explanation that night, he hadn’t come back to see you. You were lonely once again, losing his presence had hurt you so badly. So when you saw his note, you were determined to tell him exactly how you felt.

“Yet here you are, with that same fugitive.” he said as one of his hands went to rest on his waist while the other adjusted his bulge. The tight leather pants he wore molded so perfectly to his body that they left nothing to the imagination. Your eyes couldn’t look away as his perfect form moved closer.

“What do you want? You ask me here to embarrass me again?” your voice cracked towards the end, the emotions being too much to bear.

It was silent for a few seconds before he answered. “I wanted to say sorry, I shouldn’t have left like that but,” he took your hands in his, “I just didn’t want anyone to hurt you ‘cause of me.” You felt your tears start to fall, the warmth of them contrasted by the cold of the room. “But you ended up being the one to hurt me San.” you said as he moved his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “I know, I’m sorry sweetheart.” he said before moving in to kiss you.

The feeling of him being this close to you after months was exhilarating. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. His hands went to your rear, wasting no time in sliding under your skirt to squeeze your ass. He moaned into the kiss as your hands began to trail downwards, just palming at his hardening length was enough to make him crazy.

He pulled away in a huff, “There’s something else,” his voice was low, his head tilting quickly as he sucked his teeth. You felt him squeeze your sides tighter, “What is it San? Just tell me.” you said through swollen lips. “Tonight is, our last stand against Z.” You could tell he was hurting, his eyes quickly darted away from yours, threatening to tear up. “we’ll be fighting to our deaths after we burn this place down.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your head going down to avoid his eyes once what he said settled in. “Oh, I see.” you said and rested your head against his chest.

“I’m happy I got to meet you, despite everything.” his hand moved to rub your head, “My only light in the darkness of this city.” You only cried harder at his words, holding him tighter and not wanting to let him go. You didn’t care if the house burned with the two of you inside at this point, if it meant you could stay in his embrace.

“San…” you said against his chest. “Yes?” his voice was soft as he held you tightly. “Please, just stay with me, you don’t have to do this.” You knew your words wouldn’t stop him, but you felt it in your heart to ask regardless. He looked at your teary eyes, unable to answer. He’d never give up in fighting Z, despite falling in love with you. And you both knew that.

He simply leaned in to meet your lips once again, leading the kiss into a very passionate and desperate frenzy. His strong hands trailed down your sides, quickly cupping you rear to lift you up. He didn’t once break away from your sweet mouth as he walked you back against a nearby wall. “San,” you huffed against his lips, licking at them with need. “I know baby,” he said before latching onto your neck, sucking hard against your heated skin.

His hands moved to your front, fingers deftly dipping into your underwear. A whimper escaped his throat as he pushed against your wet folds. “Hold on.” You said his fingers slipping out of you and his weight shifting to let you onto your feet. You pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down and hang from one ankle as he lifted you back up against the wall.

He had undid his pants and pulled himself from his boxers, his hard dick now sliding against you only briefly before pushing completely into you. You moaned at the stretch, looking at him with sultry eyes as you bit your bottom lip. “Too bad our first time is also our last time, huh?” he asked with a smile, accepting his fate as. you gripped at his beck. He growled as you bared down around him, “It’s tragic really,” you said before kissing him hard.

His hips snapped against you, his breath hitching every time he plunged back into you. You watched him as he worked, wiping the sweat from his brow as you moaned out. “Fuck, let me ride you, please.” You barely finished your sentence before he helped you onto your feet and eagerly layed down on the dirty floor. You didn’t waste any time in getting on top of him, his member still hard and needy. Your hands graciously massaged the expanse of his chest and abs, unable to hold back a smile at how happy he made you. The dust and debris dug into your knees as you bounced on him greedily.

He was downright pussy drunk at this point, moaning and praising you as his hands gripped you tight. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby, so fucking sorry.” His voice was hoarse as he pumped into you, meeting your movements chaotically. The two of you fucked desperately, both chasing your climaxes as your hearts sank at the inevitable parting of your bodies.

Every nerve in your body was firing as he hit your spot every time he pumped back in, your legs weak from riding. Your moan sounded like a scream in the echoey room as your orgasm finally washed over you.

You leaned down, kissing him weakly still bared down on his dick as he fucked into you faster and harder. He constantly kept whispering out “I’m sorry” and “I love you” against your lips, his hips stuttering as he came into you hard. Your hands had moved to either side of his head as your body gave out, “I hate you so much.” You lied through your tears, knowing that you were deeply, if not madly, in love with him. But saying it now didn’t matter. It would hurt far too much. And it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

There was a cough from the far side of the room, causing you to jerk upwards. San held your hips down, not caring who it was as your wet cunt warmed his cock deliciously. “Sorry to interrupt but, the boss says it’s time.” Jongho said and left as quickly as he appeared.

The two of you soon exited the building, hand in hand, an empty gas can in sans other hand after he doused the ball room in gasoline. You looked around to see the others waiting and you ignored the whispers of the other men once San started talking to them, not caring what they might have heard or seen as you headed off away from the house.

You watched as they made quick work of soaking the front of the building in gas, and setting it ablaze. The eight of them stood in from of the flames, the heat licking their skin as they all came to terms with their fates together. They all headed to their respective vehicles, San beckoning you over to his, sweetly saying he’d drive you home.

San held your hand the whole drive back, softly rubbing your skin with his thumb as he talked to Wooyoung. The two of you didn’t need to say anything to one another, it’d be too sad and pointless anyway. He got out to open the door for you once the car stopped in front of your building. You were reminded of the day he dropped you off at work and you wished more than anything to be back during that time as you held back your tears.

“Well uh, thanks for coming. I mean ugh! Shit, you know what I-“ he said awkwardly before you cut him off with your lips, pouring all the love you had for him into the kiss. “Goodbye San.” He pulled you back to him and kissed you one last tine hopelessly, sad and hating the fact that this was the fate of your brief relationship. “Goodbye Y/n” he pulled away and turned from you, not once looking back as he headed to the waiting car.

Your life went back to normal after that. Well, about as normal as it could be after that whole intense ordeal. It didn’t get any better when you watched the news and the eight members of Ateez were confirmed dead after their standoff with Z and his followers. In better news however, Z didn’t make it out either. The news clips had showed his beheaded body briefly before quickly blurring it out and cutting the live footage. At least there was a silver lining, despite it being very thin and dull.

As you slept, you dreamt of San. His strong arms holding you, his soft lips kissing down your body. You could almost feel him too, his presence close like it usually was whenever he was in your home. You woke up in a huff, breathing heavy and looking around, hoping what you felt in your dream was real.

But he wasn’t there, and your tears finally fell upon realizing you’d never see him again. A sudden tap at your window broke you free from your thoughts, the sound scaring you for only a second before a wave of relief washed over you, knowing that pattern of taps as San’s. You quickly opened the window upon seeing him on your fire escape, just as beaten up as the first day you met him.

“You idiot!” you said before pulling him in by his collar. He chuckled as he got to his feet inside your warm home, “Thought you’d be happier to see me.” His hands were cold as they cupped your face, his nose just as cold as he nuzzled it against yours. “I would be if you weren’t all beaten up again.”you squeaked out before you started crying into his chest.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Can’t say the same for Z though.” You looked at him through tears, “Were you the one who decapitated him?” He shook his head with a laugh, “Nah, I’d never take that privilege from the boss.” He moved away from you, sitting down in a nearby chair and letting out the heaviest breath. His adrenaline rush subsided and the reality of his painful body hit him.

“Well, what now?” you asked as you went off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “Now, we rest.” He sounded bone tired, taking the glass you offered and gulping down the water quickly. You watched him, your arms crossing over your chest. “Won’t they figure out that those bodies weren’t yours though?” He placed the glass down on the TV console next to him before he stood up to face you. “Yeah that’s why I’m here, to take you with me.” He smiled as he took your hands in his. Had it been anyone else, at any other time, you’d probably protest. You’d definitely say no. But it was San, the love of your life. So you immediately got a bag and stuffed it with some clothes and your most important things that could fit inside. “Lets go then!”

He helped you down the fire escape, kissing you softly when you finally got down onto the ground safely. “You sure about this? Really?” he asked as the two of you hurried to the car. “I love you San, of course I’m sure.” You pulled him close into a loving hug, the man before you sighing with relief as he held you. “I love you too.”

A/N: man oh man do i love climbing mountains 🤭🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ he looked WAY too good in the mv i couldn’t NOT write something hehe also this has something to do with the lore right? not the smut, but the mv? its got something to do with Z and the lore it just HAS to 🥴

[cvnt4him]

Can I request Hawks x reader Enimies/rivals with smut and then fluff towards the end

As you all know I love and adore izuku midoriya, however, I am loving this req mostly because I get to expand my horizons on characters hopefully I didn't stray too far away from hawks actual character, I hope you all enjoy and leave more reqs!!!

Enemies With Benefits.

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You and hawks, or rather keigo takami, had met in UA highschool, he was best friend with rumi usagiyama, she was cool, strong, reliable and trust worthy, they were best friends until you came along.

She never really had any girlfriends mostly because she wasn't too girly, she liked getting her hands dirty, she wasn't afraid to be in the splash zone, which to her surprise, you were just like her, you liked to be messy and get your hands dirty as well, you walked with your head held high and spoke loudly with confidence.

She loved that, you weren't shy and quiet like most girls that attended at the same time as the three of you, you were loud and boasted and demanded what you wanted and made damn sure you were going to get to your goals no matter what it took, you were respectable and she enjoyed that, it wad a breath if fresh air to have a cool girl to hang around in rumi's opinion.

Keigo however, he loathed it. He loathed you, he had so much hatred and spite for you it was honestly impeccable he still was trying to be a hero, he didn't hate you for befriending his best friend, no. But rather because your quirks were so similar, because you were much better than him, faster, stronger, and overall better. You were better. It didn't take a microscope to see that.

So when you were with going against each other in the sports festival, he'd thought he had the upper hand when he got you tit he ground, he was ready to throw you out yet you had s trick up your sleeves, there was a lot of smoke and debris flying around, you shed that to your advantage, blowing tbe smoke and debris his way making it to where he couldn't see, he rubbed his eyes the heavy amount of smoke and sand getting in his eyes, he tried to make out your figure through the smoke yet failed as you flew him out of the ring, therefore winning the battle against him, rumi cheered you on and laughed that her other friend had lost, she was a team player and still congratulated the both of you and told keigo, 'better luck next time!'

But did that anger him even more, not only had he lost to the likes of you, but to his surprise there were agents in the crowd looking and looking over you all to pick out and recruit the best of the best, he knew he had to do a good job, he tried so hard, and when you ajd besten him, it enraged him, a fiery pit of fury burning inside if him, he hated you, your shitty smile, and that shit eating grin you gave him as you turned to look at him with a chuckle, you walked last him and bumped him nearly knocking him over, and fluttering your wings in his face.

"whoops! Better watch out, baby bird."

You digressed, laughing and walking away with a sway to your hips, he growled under his breath before pushing you against the wall catching you and rumi off guard.

"hey, what the hell takami?"

Rumi shouted at him, coming to your defense as you looked at him with a spite filled look, you hated him just as much as he hated you, that hate could be sensed from a mile away, your squinted eyes loomed up to his, his hair covering his eyes from the side but you could see them, his burning, fury filled, yellow eyes, they peered at you from beneath his hair, they stared deep into your own with such hatred, you weren't affected by it, not even phased even a little, he didn't make you scared, you thought he was pathetic, worthless.

"you walk around with your head held high, all high and mighty thinking you're better than me, but you're not. You're some snobby rich bitch from a good family and a good home, you're a self centered, conceited piece of trash who's incapable of love, you push others away and you take, you feed off of others and once there's nothing left for one to give you, you vanish, you're a user, an abuser, and you are a manipulative gaslighting piece of shit."

With every word he uttered, venom spat right along with them, he knew it would be unheroic to fight you head on, he didn't want to get kicked out, UA was his ticket to becoming a hero like his idol, so he fought you with words, he knew they would get to you, by the way tour face looked in shock and anger and slight embarrassment he could tell they defintely hit you where it hurt.

You were speechless, rumi just sat there wide eyed at the both if you before pilling keigo off of you.

"what the fuck, man? How could you say something like that, she's -"

Rumi continued yelling at him for the cruel things he said to you, the words she spoke falling into deaf ears, you both glared at each other with piercing eyes, you growled lightly before scoffing, a smile falling right back onto your face, it angered him even more, how could you smile knowing what he'd just said to you? Had it not affected you?!

You laughed before walking away, rumi stopped talking as you grabbed her attention, keigo's eyes never left you once.

You stopped right next to him, your mouth right next to his ear before you whispered something so vile, so disgustingly crass it made his stomach turn, he wanted to puke, lunge at you, something, everything. But he just froze. Tears threatening to spill from his eyes, not out of sadness or humiliation, but out of anger, be was so angry he almost cried.

"never forget where you came from, you loser wanna be, you're a nobody and you're unloved, how dare, you even come to me, telling me I'm incapable of love when you've never had any to begin with. Speak what you know, not what you think you know."

A smirk was plastered on your face as you walked away, taking your win with pride, your head was still held high as you laughed to yourself, knowing what you'd said definitely struck a nerve.

Keigo takami vowed, that he'd never stop training to be better than you, he was better than you, and he was gonna prove it no matter what.

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Years had past, he hadn't given you a single thought since you all had graduated, he became a hero, #2 at that, and you became a---

'this just in, a villain has struck a local bank, making a huge hit, clearing out the entire bank! While we wait for the heroes we--'

Hawks was already on the scene, clearing the bad guys of the money they'd stolen and scared the day with a smirk, giving autographs and taking pictures with his numerous of fan girls.

"awwwh, baby bird, are you trying to get one of these teenagers to love you? How pathetic."

His eyes shot open wide, horror filled them, he hadn't heard that voice, that name, in such a long time. There was no way.. you were the one behind this, he thought it was too easy, there was no way these simple criminals were behind a huge heist, something this big couldn't have been orchestrated by one of these lowlife thugs.

He turned around to see your wings wide and open, you were in a black suit with a hood over your head, a maniacal smile being plastered on your face as you held a finger gun out to him, what were you doing, he squinted his eyes and took his glasses off to get a better look at you.

"pew."

Was all that was heard from you before he was shot in the wing with a quirk canceling bullet, you had discovered some time ago that yes his wings are apart of his body but they're also his quirk, the bullet won't take his wings away but they will weaken them, he won't be able to fly or even move his wings without being in utter discomfort, suffering as you laugh above him with glee.

He groaned people screaming as need reporters and other reporters cried the scene taking shots of you as you just smiled before being captured by none other than the #1 hero, endeavour.

Everyone hollered and gave cheers and hoorays and the #1 hero had saved the day!!

You pouted as he held you if his shoulder in hand cuffs, you had been on the run for a while, finally you'd been caught, but again to hawks this felt just too easy for him to wrap his head around, he tried to stand before being betrayed by his legs, they were weak, he was weak, everything started to get blurred around him as he looked intensely pale, before anyone knee uit he'd passed out, body thudding against the ground.

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It had been three days since he had gotten shot, he was able to move around well and fly faster than ever, all he needed was a little rest and he was back in action!

But he still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, he felt uncomfortable everywhere he went, maybe it was side effects from the bullet, or maybe it was him being hungry, but he just couldn't relax for the life of him.

He tried to fall asleep in his bed without ail, he moved around and shifted all about to find comfort, suddenly his wings felt too big, and his hair was just everywhere, he'd gotten so sweaty he felt like he just went for a run. He sighed in annoyance one last time before finding comfort, he held his pillow and closed his eyes tightly, before something clouded his thoughts.

You.

The way you laughed at him, called him that oh so annoying name, the way you looked.

His eyes shot wide open as he furrowed his brows in anger, he groaned loudly.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

He walked around endeavours agency in anger, he knew he was going to have to go and see you in jail he knew he was going to have to settle this lifetime battle you two have had since you were kids.

He sighed and jumped out of the nearest window before flying over to Tartarus, the prison where the most evil, most vile, the most cruelest and inhumane villians go, so why the hell were you there. He thought to himself with a chuckle.

He arrived, being let inside, as he made his way to your cell. Empty. It was fucking empty.

"GUARDS!... Is her cell supposed to be this empty?"

The guards were in shock, one of them sounding an alarm causing a number of people to look around for you, you were known to be in spots you weren't supposed to be.

Hawks groaned, leaving the jail and flying over the city, there was just no way you managed to escape from there threshold. The greatest villain of all time, AFO hadn't even done that, not without hell at least.

He couldn't wrap his head around it, you weren't even a threat to society, you were some bitchy cunt who tried to prove a point that was irrelevant and useless, how did you even get into UA, why did you even go to UA if you were just going to be a villain in the first place?

So many questions filled his head, he was confused angry and hungry, he decided to pop over to the burger shop he and rumi used to go to all the time, you occasionally accompanied rumi as you two were friends.

He decided to take a break and flew down to the shop, he ordered his usual and sat on top of a building eating and staring at the sunset, he sighed in content with his delicious burger before feeling like he was being watched again.

He finished his burger, standing and wiping off his hands, he stretched his wings out and stretched his body with a moan, before sighing one last time as he tackled you fastly on top of the roof, pinning you down with a frown.

"hello, baby bird.~" you sang to him from beneath him, you were still in your prison clothes as you smiled up at him, he groaned as he peered down at you with spite filled eyes.

"awh do you still hate me for winning the sports festival when we were kids? Come on man that was like so many years ago, grow a pair."

You roll your eyes at him as he surprisingly lets you stand up, he moves to get off of you as he sighed in annoyance.

"you're going back to Tartarus."

"I'll just get out again, let's not waste anyone time eh?"

He pushed you back onto the ground, you fell with a thud, groaning and looking up at him in anger.

"what the hell man?"

"we're not friends, I in fact hate you wish I could kiss you with my bare hands, however I am a hero and can't do that, so I suppose I'll just have to send you back to jail, I'm sure they won't mind if you have a couple of bruises."

He smirked and cracked his knuckles, earning an earnest chuckle from you, he rolled his eye before dropping his arms.

"you don't want to fight, baby bird, we both know you just want to sit down and have a talk about friendship and goodliness." You scoff, and laugh at him making him look at you with hate filled eyes once more.

"besides,... I missed you." You admit lowly, looking away from the blonde as you look out into the distance, smile slightly faded and your laughing ceased.

He lifted an eyebrow at you, looking you up and down before scoffing, he didn't believe you one bit, you'd always hated him, and for what? The only time he'd actually treated you with disrespect was when you won the sports festival, he'd always been somewhat civil towards you.

"yeah okay sure, enough games degenerate you're going back to Tartarus."

"why were you even there, keigo?"

You question, looking back at him with a piercing gaze, he shivered at your eyes staring directly into his, his feathers ruffling up slightly, he couldn't look away from your eyes it's like they were sucking him in and hypnotizing him, he didn't remember you being so pretty.

He gulped before managing to get out of the trance you put him in, his eyes shooting down to his feet as he crosses his arms and pulled his wings in.

"you were there for me huh."

You ask, but not as a question, you knew he was, he had no business being there 5 days after you'd gotten put in there, there was no reason for him to be there if not for you.

He sighed and looked back up at you, his arms finding themselves back at his side again.

"I wanted to talk." He answers bluntly, skipping the lies and other lame excuses.

"about what, baby bird? I'm all ears."

You say, the wind billowing into your hair in the best way, the sunsets arrays shining onto your beautiful skin, making you look so gorgeous.

You were breathtaking to him, why had he started to feel these odd feelings about you now? You were a villain it goes against his code as a hero to even affiliate with a villain outside of a mission.

All he could do was look at you, he couldn't think of any words at the given moment, that stupid name he hated so much becoming rather appealing, he thought so hard about your words, it bringing a slight blush to his face.

You smiled, you'd thought he looked pretty well, the years have traded him fairly, he was rather handsome dare you say, his eyes looked more attractive than normal, the vibrant electrifying gaze he has, so intense and sexy, you couldn't possibly look away now.

You bit your lip as you moved closer to him, his eyes watched you closely, your every move his eyes moved along with them, he stared down at you something else filling his eyes that you noticed, want, he wanted you and you knew it.

You wanted him just as badly, the tension between you two becoming rather sexual, his breaths and changed, you continued to get closer to him as your faces were so close, his breath fanned your face lightly, the smell of the burger coming off of it but you hadn't minded it too much, it was kind of nostalgic in a way.

His eyes kept faltering from your eyes to your lips, the way he licked his rather dried lips made you chuckle lightly, you were tired of beating sound the bush, you pulled him into a rough passionate kiss moans and groans coming from the two of you, the way he pulled at your waist and tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt signaling he wanted it off, it caused you to feel hazy, he pulled you deeper into the kiss, tongues gliding and dancing so sweetly against each other like they were made to.

You pulled away, he tried following your lips before accepting the end of it, both of your breaths were heavy as you tried regaining air into your system, he held you tightly looking down at you with those piercing lucent eyes, his yellow eyes become more lust filled and lidded as he looked at you, you swallowed, his eyes never leaving touz waiting to see what you'll do next.

You liked that, he was waiting for you, waiting for you to do something it's almost as if you were in control.

"we should go somewhere a little more private, yeah?" You sing to him, your voice light and breathy as you still tried to catch your breath from the previous heat filled kiss.

He nodded before grabbing you and picking you up, holding you bridal style, it made you squeak lightly, you and wings you could just fly.

"I can fl---"

"i can get us there faster." Was all he said as he cut you off mid sentence, zooming through the sky in what seemed like a very, he hadn't wanted this moment between you two to vanish, he wanted to be as quick as possible to get back to you.

You couldn't fly as fast as him, that's for sure, when he settled you down in his house, coming in through the window you were dizzy, the fastness from his flying causing you to have some kind of jet lag, and you weren't even in the air for that long, you fell against his chest as he quickly brought your lips back to his, pulling your face up by your chin, as he pressed his soft lips to yours, a light sound leaving his throat, he must have really needed you.

You happily kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he put you down on the couch, hm getting on his knees as the kiss suddenly broke, you sigh and you watch the way his eyes trailed your body up and down slowly, he looked at you with such needy eyes.

His eyes stopped at your thighs, his hands big warm hands rubbed up your body before coming back down and gripping your high rather harshly z you winced, his eyes shot up to you, but not in concern, he had a mischievous look in his eyes, the need still being laced in his lucent yellow eyes.

He pulled your pants off hurriedly, like he wanted what was behind them in an instant, he looked back down to your now bare thighs, they were so soft and squishy under his touch, the way his warm hands touched you body sent a shiver down you spine, you just looked down at him as he rubbed your thighs, squishing and squeezing them with every touch, he finally pushed your thighs apart, before seeing a damp spot in between your thighs that was on your panties.

A smile shot to his face, you wanted him just as bad as he did you, his hands moved to touch the inner flesh of your thighs, a sigh leaving you as he glanced up to you before looking bad down to your clothed cunt, to weren't embarrassed by the want the dripped from you cunt, you had wanted him and you weren't ashamed of that, especially because you knew he wanted you too.

He moved his face closer to your clothed cunt, taking off his jacket in one swift motion as he buried his face in between your thighs, his eyes rolled shut as he licked a stripe up your cunt earning a whimper from you as your whole body shook, you were instantly hit with an intoxicating feeling inside, one lick from him and you already were ready to take his cock whole.

He kept licking long languid stripes up your clothed cunt, a wet patch forming from his tongue and your juices mixing and dampening the cloth that covered you, your taste danced on his tongue so nicely, he was drunk off of the little that he was given, he couldn't Wait to taste every bit of you.

No, he really couldn't, he ripped out panties off of you with one hand, they broke as he simply threw them somewhere before diving right back into your pussy, his nose tickling your clit in the sweetest way, his tongue licked and slurped all of your juices up expertly, all you could do was moan and kay your head back from the feeling he was giving you, your hand fell into his messy blonde hair as he shook his head around, groaning around your clit as he sucked it, the vibration sending chills up your entire body.

You lightly tugged at his hair trying to get him away from your cunt, you hadn't even cum yet you were heavily overstimulated, it hurt in such a delicious way, he pushed his head deeper into tiur cunt, you hand feel out of his hair at the immense pleasure he was giving you, he looked up at you the entire time, his lucent lidded deep lust filled eyes, staring at your body, the way you moved and squirmed underneath him, he was the one giving you pleasure, you needed him, and he could strip your upcoming orgasm away from you at any given moment.

You wrap your legs around his head, locking him in place and which he happily accepted, he was so pussy drunk, drinking everything you gave him willingly, he slurped and sucked at your clit licking it with light and fast licks, he managed to move from the painful grasp of your legs wrapped around his head to catch a breath, his mouth and chin dripping in your arousal, you breathed heavily, looking at him as he didn't bother wiping his mouth, simply diving back into your cunt and devouring you all over again.

It hadn't taken long for you to cum around his tongue, he guided you through you mind boggling, toe curling, gut wrenching orgasm, you moaned aloud as he drank everything you gave him, staring up at you and watching your face contort in such beautiful ways, your brows furrowing, the sweat slightly sticking to your forehead, the way your eyes squeezed shut, you were too entrancing to be real.

He moved away from your cunt with a smack of his lips, licking every last bit of your arousal off of his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his breath smelled exactly like you, he hadn't minded though. He moved back up to your face, the strong scent of your cunt sticking to his breath, he pulled you into a somewhat soft kiss, you were still trying to regain your composure before he'd pulled you into the kiss, it was sweet, gentle, and compassionate, he kissed you like he loved you only soon to fuck you like he genuinely hated you.

Before he had, but getting you like this, seeing you in a vulnerable estate, he hadn't necessarily wanted to kill you anymore, he wouldn't go as far I say he liked you more or less just liked eating you out.

The kiss became more passionate, filled with lust and greed from both sides, a groan escaping him as he moves to take off his suit as you grab at his pants attempting to unbuckle this belt, you were so close and yet, the heat of the moment, everything that was once there vanished once his phone rang.

His pants vibration from his phone ringing loudly in his pocket, he rolled his eye before grabbing at it to see who it was.

"shit, endeavour."

He sighed heavily before picking it up.

"go for hawks."

You snort, cringing at this, trying to hold back a laugh as he glared at you, his now he remembered why he disliked you heavily, you couldn't never take anything seriously, hell he bets you even would want him to fuck you whilst he were in an important call, fucking slut.

You could hardly make out coherent words but from guessing you figured it was about you escaping.

Hawks sighed once more before banging up the phone at grabbing at his jacket that was thrown off of him previously.

"awwh, where ya' going, lover boy?" You ask with wide eyes and a pout, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, grabbing his glasses out of his coat pocket and putting them on.

"stay here. I'll deal with your slutty ass once I get back."

He gives you a rebuttal before zooming out of the window before you could even say anything back, you roll your eyes with a smile, laying back on his couch, it was rather comfortable, you'd supposed you'd be there for a while so might as well get settled in.

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AN: wow this was an interesting one, I couldn't figure out if I wanted to do a full blown smut or something light so I js went ahead w something light sorry if it wasn't what you'd expected, again this is my first time straying away from my main bae, [my zuzubear] i hope i stayed true to hawks' snarky teasing character!!

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Capítulo 7

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

Fina in that green dress - she is beautiful. Damn. She also is Isidro’s daughter through and through, she too seem to have that way of getting people to open up, getting them to accept her advice and comfort. She is soft and reassuring as Claudia spills her mistakes with Tasio. And Fina’s hug looks so nice. I’m pretty sure this is what “everyone needs a bosom for a pillow” means and I agree, they do. To get lost in her embrace looks like it could solve a great many personal problems and maybe a few societal ones too. I don’t know if it’s the solution to climate change, but if 2025’s Nobel prize winners tell me it is - well I won’t be surprised. I also like that she one hundred percent share my exact opinion of Tasio, he is trash, unredeemable trash and should be avoided like the plague.

Aww, Fina arguing her case that a marriage doesn’t equal happiness and that her father shouldn’t be so quick to wish one upon her. The old man really just wants her to be happy, you can tell though that it’s a conversation that makes her ill at ease because of the way she has to stretch and stitch the truth in her replies. I already know it’s going to hurt a lot when he later on rejects her.

Marta confronting Elena - I know that it won’t officially happen for another hundred plus episodes, but Marta is the boss. The way she just slides into that armchair and takes hold of the entire office with what seems like nothing more than an innate sense of authority and a raised eyebrow - yeah, she exudes in charge. But I enjoy the little exhale at the end as Elena leaves. Like so much of who Marta is at this point this too is a game face. Maybe she carries it with what looks like ease, but it might actually come at a fairly high price, just not one we’re allowed to see yet.

Petra, I’m telling you - back off the Marta insults, or - If I remove myself from the narrative though, I love this. I love how they try to build Marta up as this stick in the mud, firm, cold and distant. Unsmiling, no sense of empathy, all business and with very little sympathy. If I hadn’t know what was to come maybe I’d buy it, maybe I’d laugh along with Petra as she mocks and says that Marta needs to smile more. Because yeah, all we’ve seen of her so far actually fits that vision of the demanding ice queen, except for these brief micro-expressions on Marta’s face when no one is looking, when she doesn’t have time to catch her true reaction. When Damian brings up marriage and children, when Elena turns her back, when Fina confronts her and tells her she demands a lot of respect. For a second you see something else, but only for a second, before it is hidden behind the wall again. So yeah, if I had watched this for the first time I would probably have thought of Marta as a bit of a bitch to approach with extreme caution.

That said, back to the narrative, fuck Petra. Fina is a fucking cinnamon roll and I ache so hard for her as this woman clearly leads her on, only to slam the door in her face and call her disgusting as wine and a win makes Fina bold enough to go for a kiss. And invertida is never a slur I’ve had to personally experience, but the way it is delivered and the way it lands makes it feel like I share its burden too. It’s a slap in the face and I wish I could reach through the computer screen and return it, with interest.

Marta’s relationship with her dad, ugh. She talks to him about being happy with being more involved in the company, getting a shot at running the business alongside her brothers. And what does Damian do? He turns the table on her and brings the conversation back to her marriage, talking about how it isn’t what he wanted for her. Granted it’s nice of him to want more than the isolation her current marriage gives her, but it’s also another dagger in Marta’s side, isn’t it? Whatever she does, or achieves, with her dad it always boils back down into her marriage, her role as a wife and the failure of it all. That shit really has to feel like someone ripping out the feathers of her wings every time she tries to take flight. It’s a nice parallel though of both Isidro and Damian wishing happiness and partnership for their daughters. I’m looking forward to when this will come full circle in 170 episodes and they discuss how their daughters have found just that, in each other.

[alrxiin]

so... thanks for the idea @mokozroach , now that I'm done with my winter break, I have done it :3

(not proofread)

TW's : 'Cheating', fighting, mentions of character getting hurt, character death, su!cid3 mention.

Sam x Darlin' (GN reader) | angst

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"I'm Losing Hope In Our Lives Apart."

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A week. It's been a week since the death of William, other Vamps speculate the cause was Demon Blood, but even after such long time there's nothing sure.

The death hit Sam hard, to say the least, especially after the Summit and the other murders... but Darlin' has been next to him every day, making sure he was fine and taking care of himself.

This day was different though, Sam had told them he's going on a walk, which isn't actually that unusual for him. What was unusual, is that when they went out to get him – since they had made food and didn't really like eating alone anymore – he wasn't in his usual spots that he would end the walk in.

Not in the small spot where tree's didn't grow and made a perfect place to watch the stars.

Not anywhere near the hills he would sit on and watch Dahlias lights shine at night.

Nowhere. He seemingly was nowhere.

Worried for their mate, they made sure the house door was locked before heading out to look for Samuel carefully sniffing around to catch his scent – which was fairly easy considering the time they had spent with him.

2 years, they have been together for 2 years, and they could recognize his scent anywhere.

Following his trail, they stumbled through the woods mindlessly, going into Vamp territory just like the first time they had met when they were after Quinn.

Close, they felt him so close now, looking around through the trees, and finally they saw a blonde tuft of hair.

Relief washes over them and they quicken their pace, going around the trees to him, only for shock to go through their body when they do.

There he was, Samuel Collins, sitting on a fallen tree, and on his lap, Alexis. A nightmare come true.

Since the very first time Sam has told them about her, they hated her for what she has done, and – to a point – feared that she would weasel her way into their lives. Exactly like she had now, and it took every ounce of self respect they have not to burst into tears, but it had brought them into being violent yet again.

Hitting something that would definitely hit back.

Walking out and up to them, hands balled up into fists, they spoke up finally.

- "You absolute bitch..." —

- "Alexis?.." — Sam's voice came through weakly, like he was disassociated, the hold Alexis has on him still strong.

- "What did you just call me?" — She scoffed, getting off of him to face them, irritation showing on her face.

- "I called you a bitch. What are you, deaf?" — And with that, she lunged at them.

They knew they stood almost no chance against her, they found that out so many times before while fighting off Vamp after Vamp, she overpowered them with ease. Yet they had no intention of stopping, putting up a fight like they had always done before.

Every bit of emotion getting out of them as they fought, taking hit after hit from the woman, and striking back when they had the chance, taking it as far as turning to try and get their chances up.

They knew that Sam wouldn't do something like this on his own, that she had to do something to get him to be with her.

They hated it so much.

Lost in thought, so many emotions going through their head – betrayal, anger, confusion, whatever the hell else there is – and before they knew it, Alexis struck again, landing a final blow.

They gasped, finally conscious yet again, and instead of giving her the satisfaction of looking at her, they instead looked at Samuel.

It's like something snapped in him, the invoking she had done going loose, and he was looking back at them again.

- "Wait... no." — His voice quivred, and he got up from the log, quickly jumping into action and running up to them as they fell back, already too dizzy to stay up.

- "Darlin'!.. shit, please don't do this!.." — He took their hand, shaking ever so slightly as he panicked. His powers had weakened from the sort of trance she had put on him, and he would have no way of healing the damage Alexis had done, not like this.

And in the end, it was too late, and Darlin' layed limp on the ground..hand so cold in his.

- "Awhh... poor little puppy. All bark, and yet, no bite." — She put on a pity face, only a giggle escaping from her as she stepped closer, putting a hand on Samuel's shoulder.. only to have it pushed off in a hurry, with anger on his face and tears in his eyes, he gazed up at her.

- "Why, why do you always do this?! Why do you always take everything I have away from me?.." — His voice broke at the end, unable to maintain the threatening tone, as a sob ripped through him.

- "Oh Sammy... you must realize they were a downgrade from me, do you not?" — Her voice, terrifyingly calm and collected. She put a hand under his chin, lifting it up to face her properly, with a touch so gentle...

- "They were just a lost puppy, that turned everyone away and clinged to the first person that showed a little care. But now, you don't have to worry.. you know well that we're a gorgeous match." — The smile, meant to pull him in, only made him come to his senses.

Sam pulled his face away, and his eyes turned a copper red in anger and disgust.

- "I would rather die, than be with someone like you, Alexis." — His voice came out muffled, gritting his teeth to try and keep his composure.

The woman, was left in a form of shock and he took that chance, picking up his mates limp and pale body into his arms, before speeding away back to their house.

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Not even a week later, the Shaw Pack got worried from the lack of contact from Sam, knowing how heartbreaking it is to lose someone – a lover nonetheless – so tragically, without even as little as a goodbye. And it wasn't until Vincent had called, that they had gotten the news...

"Samuel took his life." — was what he said.

He couldn't have gone on without them, without the only true spark of light in his nocturnal life that he had.

He had no one.

And now, he hoped he would see them again in their next life... Together, in every universe, every form. Forever.

[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 9 [Mack x David]

A/N: Sooooooooo I hope this chapter isn't what cursed Jake. Cause like... I would have never written it if I knew what was gonna come out of it! But also this has been done for weeks so.... I take no responsibility! I do love this chapter though! I'm excited to give y'all more insight into David and his family dynamics AND see Mack take care of her man 🥹

Word Count: 5.4k

Warning: brief mention of addiction, injury, surgery and general medical discussion

Mack really wanted to like the first member of David’s family that she met. She really did. 

But his sister proved herself to be three strikes and out before the drinks had even hit the table. Mack is already done with this bitch. And don’t even get her started on the husband, Ted, who keeps taking peeks of the waitress’ ass when she bends over to refill waters at the table across from theirs. 

Mack watches Ted do it again, then grinds down harder on her teeth. As she moves her potatoes around with her fork, Mack tunes back into Denise’s self-centered story about how hard the lack of income from the farm has been on her and Ted’s children. Mack peaks at her fiancé. Although he is calm and collected on the surface, Mack can see the frustration brewing beneath with the slight ticking of his upper jaw.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” David murmurs to Denise after swallowing a bite of his steak. “I asked if you wanted to continue on or be bought out and y’all chose to be bought out.” A measured disappointment flows in his tone, but Mack knows it’s for show. He is thankful his siblings all walked away from the farm. They didn’t have the business insights like David does or the college degrees that help him be innovative and calculated. The farm and David are better off without them involved.

“Well, the boys and I feel like you lied to us.” Denise whines. “Like you had all these plans you didn’t share so we could make an informed decision.” Mack scoffs slightly at the word boys, like the people Denise is talking about aren’t almost 8 and 10 years older than David. “We’re family.”

The manipulation is palpable in Denise’s words and tone. Mack’s eyes narrow as she stills in her chair. David’s hand comes to her thigh under the table, giving it a reassuring rub. He can sense her anger. How Denise and creepy Ted don’t is beyond Mack. 

“The changes for the farm were meant to be done if it was just mine. I invested my own NHL salary into the farm for these changes to take shape. I wasn’t going to do that if we were all still in on it. It was my own investment.” Irritation seeps into his voice. Mack lifts her gaze and sees how Ted is leaning back in his seat to get a better view of the waitress’ ass. 

“What about our kids, David?” Denise scoffs. 

“What about them? They’re not mine.” David chomps hard on his steak, then goes back in to saw off another piece.

“Mack, please-“

“No.” David points his fork at Denise. “This is my business. She’s got nothing to do with it.”

“I’m sure the ring on her finger could pay for the kids school for a year.” 

David sighs. Mack purses her lips against a response. Not because Denise deserves any respect at this point, but because David does. And she seems to be the only family member who can give that to him.

“I should have known.” David grumbles to Mack as they get into his cold SUV after a rushed through end of dinner. “Of course they don’t want to actually spend time with me.” His angry breath puffs white in front of his face. Mack shivers from the cold leather and chilly temperature in the car. Her nose and hands are frozen and she curses being too lazy to grab her mittens before they left. 

David turns the SUV on, then starts blasting the heat. He turns on both their seat warmers before placing his right hand on her thigh. He begins to rub at her skin as he backs out of his parking spot, trying to create friction to warm Mack up.

“I hated the way she was talking to you.” Mack huffs.

“Yeah, and that was the good sibling.” David sighs to her. “Did you hear the dig about dad not being around anymore?” He holds the name in a dramatic way like Denise had. 

Yeah, Mack did. That was the moment she abruptly rose from her chair to go to the bathroom. If she didn’t take a break, Mack was gonna swing on her. 

“Disgusting.” Mack sneers angrily. “I wanted to deck her.”

“I know.” David grins. It’s genuine. Proud. “That’s my girl.” He chuckles, flicking the blinker on to head towards home. 

“What are your brothers like?” Mack wonders. She hasn’t met them, but has heard enough stories about them to know they’re probably not her cup of tea either. His brothers live in their hometown still unlike Denise who moved to Texas. Surprisingly, Mack hasn’t seen them the previous two summers she went to Iowa.

“Bad news.” David mumbles. An icy look slides over his green eyes as the SUV rolls up to a red light. “And if I get my way, you’ll never meet them.” Mack regards him silently. The tension in his body worries her. 

“Okay.” She finally whispers. “Maybe we should talk about something else.”

“Yeah.” David mumbles. Mack folds her fingers together with his on her thigh, bringing the back of his hand up to her cold lips to kiss. “Baby, you are ice cold.” David says, shoving his vent openings off him and into her direction. 

The next few blocks are driven in silence until another red light stops their progress home. David looks over at Mack in the dark SUV. His white teeth illuminate in the black interior as he chuckles.

“You’re still so mad.” 

“Yeah! They suck! You deserve so much better.” Mack shakes her head in disgust.

“I’m used to it. I know you don’t like that answer, but it’s true.” He strokes her cheek with his hand. She leans her face into his palm, angst widening her nostrils and lowering her eyelids. “But having you to go through that stuff with now? That’s all I need. I’m finally not alone, honey.” 

The thought of David being alone in that hell hole before has tears stinging her eyes.

“That was supposed to make you feel better.” He smiles gently, acknowledging her growing water line.

“I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head. “You’re so good, babe. Sooooo good. You don’t deserve this.” 

“I know, honey.” He turns his eyes back to the road as the light changes color. “I scraped the bottom of the barrel with the family I have left here, but I won the jackpot the day I met you. It’s evened out. I have a lot to be thankful for with this family right here.”

Mack watches the lights and shadows stretch across his face as he drives. He remains calm and content in the driver’s seat. He wears it all so well, she thinks. The death of his parents, the huge responsibilities of the farm and his playing career, having angry leeches as his remaining kin on Earth. It’s not fair to her. Her mind drifts to his comment on family. 

She can’t help but wonder if her alone is truly enough to counteract all that apathy. 

“I’m sorry if what I said about the farm bothered you.” David’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. His thumb brushes along her knuckles as he takes a right turn.

“What?”

“About the farm not being yours. I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to protect you from the scrutiny. Like you couldn't make decisions or whatever without me. I know you wouldn’t, but she doesn’t need to know you’re getting half ownership when we get married. It’s not her business.”

Mack startles. 

“What?” She repeats. 

“Unless you don’t want it?”

“Oh, no. I’m just... surprised. I know the farm means a lot to you.” She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I want to share every part of my life with you.” He assures her. “That’s our home. You deserve to have a part of it.” Mack nods. The peace she feels on that land is like nothing she has ever felt before. She’s honored to be given a piece of it by him.

“Thank you.” It’s not enough, but Mack doesn’t have the words right now to tell him what that means to her. He smiles.

“Thank you for loving it like I do.” He turns onto their street. “Shit and all.” He finishes with a cheesy grin. Mack chuckles. 

“You’re proud of that one.”

“Uh huh.” His laugh grows, shaking his shoulders as he turns the wheel with his right hand. “Oof.” He suddenly winces, then grunts out in pain. He releases her hand to rub at his right shoulder with his left and keep one hand on the wheel. 

“You okay?” She reaches out for the back of his shoulder gently rubbing it with the tips of her fingers.

“Yeah.” His voice is tight, which has Mack frowning deeper in concern. David doesn’t show pain. Ever. So to see him openly wincing is unnerving.

“I feel like that has gotten a lot worse since we have been back.” Mack points out. His shoulder was bothering him at the end of last season and a full summer working on the farm wasn’t the healing therapy the team recommended for him.

“It just doesn’t love getting hit again every day.” David insists.

Mack knows it is more than that, but drops it. He’s had enough hard balls thrown at him today. 

She doesn’t need to add to the pitch count. 

- - - & - - - 

Hi Mackie, FYI David left the game in the first period and hasn’t been back. You might want to check in on him. 

Mack’s heart drops when she sees the text from her sister. It’s her last day in Peru and she is currently enjoying a feast with her travel team and the local guides that have been showing them around for the last 13 days. She had her phone on do not disturb but her sister’s texts are always allowed through plus the rest of her immediate family, including David. 

Mack excuses herself from the table. The group is getting louder the more wine that’s spread amongst the glasses. Mack navigates to her phone app, then presses David’s contact. He picks up on the first ring. 

“Hi babe.” His voice sounds normal, too normal, which instantly has Mack suspicious. 

“Hi, what’s going on?” She asks. 

“I don’t know, you called me?”

“Babe, Lucie told me.” 

He sighs. 

“My shoulder. I’m in so much pain I can’t hold my stick. Got smacked into the boards on the first shift and couldn’t lift my arm up after. They want me to get an MRI tomorrow.”

“That’s not good.” Mack sighs, hating having to worry about him from so far away. “Do you think this is new or what you’ve been trying to heal through PT?” 

“It’s the same thing.”

“Do you want me to try and catch an earlier flight?” 

“No, I’m okay, honey. Thank you though. Go have fun on your last night.” 

“You trying to rush me off the phone is not helping your ‘I’m fine’ case.” 

“Can never outsmart you.” She hears a strangled grunt at the end of that sentence.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. I am already home.”

“Send proof.” He chuckles at her insistence. 

“How about you go have fun?” Mack is silent. “Nothing about this shoulder is getting better before you get home.” He reminds her. Mack sighs.

“I don’t like this. I want to come home.”

“You do what you have to do, but I am okay.”

While on the phone with him, Mack looks up flights to New York. The only flight leaving tomorrow is the one she is already on. 

“Damn it.”

“Don’t stress.” He warns her. “There is no need to get worked up. I’m sitting here all nice and tucked in with my ice and ibuprofen.”

“Fine. But for the record, I hate this.”

“I know and I think that is cute as hell.”

The next 20 hours are tough for Mack to navigate as she tries to get back to New York. The already long flight feels like an eternity. She is grumpy and frustrated with the entire process, making her extremely annoyed to get stuck behind slow walkers off the plane. Once she gets to the end of the international section, Mack breaks through the crowd at a steady hustle. She heads down towards ground transportation when she hears her name being called. She whips towards the noise, seeing David waiting for her. His right arm rests in a sling while the other holds a bouquet of fall flowers down his left thigh.

Mack rushes into his arms as quickly as she can with the crowd. Her nose rests on his brown, leather jacket, careful of his arm. She grips her opposite wrist to keep him tight to her body.

“Hi.” He murmurs into her hair. His fingers rub into the brown strands.

“Hi. What’s the word?” David went in for an MRI this morning, but Mack hadn’t heard the results from him yet. She knows this was purposeful.

“Not good.” He frowns dejectedly. “They need to go in there and clean it up. I asked if we could do it after the season and they told me I would be in too much pain if I tried to play through with getting hit every other night.”

“Oh.” Mack says quietly. She chews on the inside of her cheek then sighs. “I know you don’t like that answer… But you’ve been struggling with this long enough. It’s already painful; I don’t think we want to see it get worse.”

“Yeah.” David sighs. He reaches his good arm down to grab her bag.

“I got it.” She shoos his hand away. “I want to hold your hand.” She insists. 

“Okay, honey.” He murmurs, lacing their fingers together. 

“Thank you for picking me up. You didn’t have to.” Mack rarely gets a ride home from the airport by David. She can get in a cab and out of the airport faster than he can get into it.

“I knew you’d want to see me right away.”

“Yeah.” She sighs, leaning into his bicep as they exit the airport. “Cause I’m really, really in love with you.” David releases her hand and brings her into a side hug. They stay that way until they get to his SUV.

“Do you know when you’re having surgery?” Mack asks once they’re settled into their drive.

“Friday.”

“Oh.” Mack blinks. “Okay.”

“It’s okay if you still need to go Chicago.” This was supposed to be a quick drop in to New York before she headed to a conference in Chicago as their division’s representative. She would never choose work over David, especially when his health is involved.

“No, they can easily send someone else.” Mack waves his worry away. “I need to be home with you.” She says with conviction. He smiles in the darkness of the car.

“You’re so into me.” His smug, residual smirk has Mack laughing in the passenger seat. 

“You caught me.” She waves her engagement ring at him. She crosses her legs into her seat as they exit the airport. “Are you going to talk funny from the anesthesia?”

“No, but I guarantee I am going to grab your ass. Be prepared.”

- - - & - - -

Five days later, Mack is curled up in a hospital chair, deep into reading her book in the waiting room. She swipes across the screen of her Kindle, caught up in a thrilling chase in her book. Her heart rate accelerates as the main female character is pinned into place by the villain. 

“Mackenzie?” She hears called beside her. Mack startles, then blinks away the reflex.

“Hi, yes, sorry.” The nurse chuckles.

“He’s ready. And asking for you quite insistently.” 

“Oh, okay. That was fast.” She looks at the time on her Omega watch. He is done almost 45 minutes early.

“Only the best for a Ranger.” Mack can tell she is a fan. “The surgeon will stop by once David is more alert to let you know how it went.” The nurse tells Mack as she drops her off at David’s recovery room.

“Honey?” She hears him drawl from the room. It’s lazy and slow like if honey was dripping from a spoon.

“I’m here.” Mack calls as she stops in the doorway. He grins dopily at her, white teeth shining as he languidly blinks. One of his legs is out from under the blankets, hospital gown pulled up his big thigh, showing off his tattoo. His black hair is long right now and it falls a bit over his forehead. Mack sits on the side of him that wasn’t operated on, then smoothes his hair off his face.

“You’re here f’r me.” He slurs. “My honey.” His good hand slaps onto her thigh with a thump, almost uncontrollable like it’s too heavy. “I wanna kiss.” She leans forward and kisses his lips. He is slow to react so she gets limp lips at first. She starts pulling away and a high whine comes from his mouth. “That sucks. More.”

“Oh okay.” Mack laughs against his mouth. His tongue comes out and he licks at Mack’s lips like SpongeBob. “Maybe tongue later?” She suggests, then pecks his lips again. She grips his chin in her hand to gently ease him away from her face.

“I liked it.” He scoffs. “I have a bionic shoulder now. I’m Winter Solider.”

“Mmmm.” Mack raises her eyebrows. His hospital gown is slightly off his right shoulder. She can see the small incisions closed with a few black stitches and blue hue from the residual bruising.  

“I love you so much.” He suddenly sighs. “Like… I don’t know what. But a lot.” 

“I bet I love you more.” She teases him. He shrieks again and she watches his heartbeat soar on the screen monitoring his vitals.

“You don’t. No! I love you more.” 

“Okay, okay. Jokes aren’t landing for ya.” She leans forward and kisses him to settle him back down. He leans back into his pillows. When she pulls away his eyebrows are furrowed together in annoyance. “Hmm?”

“I wanna go home. You’re wearing too many clothes.” 

“Okay. That’s not happening when we get home.” 

“Yes.” He says, shaking his head at her.

“No, David.” 

“I won’t do anything. You can ride me. You fuck me so good, baby.” His voice carries into the hall and Mack can hear a nurse giggle as she walks by.

“David!” Mack hisses, leaning forward to clasp her hand over his mouth. She starts laughing, shoulders shaking as she rests her forehead on his good shoulder. “Oh my god.” 

“What? I’m not embarrassed. Mackenzie Hischier fucks like-” Mack’s hand slaps over his mouth again. He keeps mumbling into her palm while trying to peel her hand off his face. 

“Babe, you know what I heard?” Mack changes the subject. 

“Mm?”

“Stella made you something and really wants to give it to you today, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“I am! I wanna see Stelly!”

“Okay, but maybe we rest here for a little bit and then you can see her?”

“M’kay.” He nods in agreement. 

Mack thinks she finally has him settled, but then his hand strokes up her thigh and settles on her ass. His big palm squeezes her greedily and Mack has to bite her lip to stop the yelp. She adjusts his hand to her lower back once his fingers relax. Quickly, with his hand on his comfort girl, David begins to fall asleep again. Mack has to wake him when the surgeon comes in to speak to them. 

After a through discussion of how well it went and what his restrictions are, Mack and David head home in her car. David can’t stop talking about how fancy it us. Usually they take his SUV, but he is drooling all over her new Mercedes she just picked up. Two stoplights from their place, David passes out again. After parking, Mack navigates to her brother-in-law’s phone number, asking him to come help her get David into their place.

“Hey!” Golden Retriever Connor greets her. “How is he?” 

“Either high or asleep.” Connor chuckles.

“Nice, let’s get him to stay stupid shit.”

“Let’s not.” Mack gives him a look.

“What, it’s funny.” He pops David’s door open with a shrug. “Hey princess, wake up.” 

“Connor!!!!” David yowls tiredly. “Oh my god, I’m so fucking high, bro. You look hot right now.” Mack and Connor start laughing. “No seriously, tell Luc I see it. I always thought she was so much hotter than you. I mean, look at you. You’re like… Magic Mike sexy.”

“I think we just fell in love.” Connor jokes, looking dreamily at David.

“Oh. I just remembered you have a dick.” David sighs disappointedly. Connor starts laughing so hard he almost releases David into the car next to them.

“Connor!” Mack exclaims. 

“You’re in trouble.” David mumbles to Connor. “She is not nice when she is mad. Like I love her, but she’s mean as fuck.”

“And you were like, this is the one. Were you high then too?”

“Stone cold sober.” David smirks. “But look at her. I didn’t stand a chance.” 

“We are still not having sex when we get upstairs.” Mack insists.

“Damn it! Woody, help me out.” David groans.

“Nope.” Connor shakes his head. “You’re on your own with that one.” 

They get into the elevator together and all talking ceases. David sighs loudly.

“I’m tired.”

“Yeah, I know buddy. Almost there.” Connor takes on more of David’s weight. “Where am I taking him?” He directs at Mack as she unlocks the door.

“Bed.”

“Okay. Hey, Dave, you’re gonna help Mack out and stay in bed right?”

“Yeah.” He agrees. “Wait, I think I have to pee.”

Connor takes him over to the bathroom and goes in with him. Mack sighs gratefully. She would be lost without him right now, unable to cart David’s big body around. David is hanging over Connor’s shoulder when they come out.

“She’s gonna come see me though?” David asks.

“Yes, I’ll bring Stell up after you get a nap in.” Connor assures him. They head to the bed and Connor sets him down, then they tuck him in. 

“Thank you.” Mack whispers to Connor. 

“I’ll see myself out. Call later when we can come up? Lucie has dinner planned out so don’t worry about that.”

“Okay.” Mack nods. Connor disappears from the room and Mack focuses on helping David get comfortable. “How is that, babe?” She asks. David is already asleep. She smiles in adoration of him, then goes to grab a few items he may need when he wakes up. She plugs his phone in, gives him a big water bottle and a protein bar in case he is hungry, then disappears into the living room to work.

David wakes up after lunch. Mack is editing her article when she sees him appear in the opening of the hallway. His hair stands on end and his face has a crease in it on the left side. He looks adorably sleepy and pouty.

“Can you help me? I’m hot.” He motions to his shirt.

“Like feverish?” Mack asks in alarm.

“No like you two tucked me in too tight and I got overheated.”

“Oh.” Mack bites her bottom lip as she laughs. She comes over, unsnapping his sling for him. She takes it off completely, then works the hem of his shirt up the left side. “Keep your arm in place, okay? I’ll move the shirt.” David nods, then stays perfectly still as Mack works it off. She gently pulls his forearm a bit away from his body so the fabric can slide completely off.

“Thank you.” He sighs as she puts the sling back in place. She kisses his bare chest as he rubs his good hand through his hair. He looks tired and grumpy, not normal expressions for David.

“Are you hungry?” She tries.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want like.. a sandwich or maybe some pizza?”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbles, going over to the couch. “I feel like shit.” 

“Are you in pain?”

“No, I feel hungover.” He rubs at his forehead.

“You were pretty drugged up earlier.”

“Did I hit on Woody?”

“A little bit.” Mack chuckles. She leans over his good side from the back of the couch. “Food though?”

“Pizza.” 

“Okay.” She kisses his cheek.

“Wait, lips.” He mumbles, slowly turning his face towards her. She cups his cheek gently and smooches at him until they get their fill of each other. 

Mack orders pizza, then heads downstairs to pick it up from the delivery driver. Philip asks how David is doing and she fibs a bit that he is doing well. On her way back up, she knocks on Lucie’s door. Lucie opens the door wearing a sleeping Winnie in a wrap. Mack explains that they are tentative for later, including that visit from Stella.

“He’s not loving life right now, but I’m going to give him some pain medicine with this.” She raises the pizza box. “I’ll let you know.”

“Okay! No worries. I’ll bring two plates up for you at least.”

“Thanks, Luc.” Mack smiles, then heads back to her patient upstairs. 

David is up, pacing around when she gets back. Pain stretches his nostrils and furrows his eyebrows. 

“Something wore off.” He tells her through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, it’s time for your pain medication.”

“No.” He snaps. “I don’t want to take those. Just ibuprofen.”

“Babe, that’s not going to work.”

“I don’t want to take pain killers.” He shakes his head then grunts at the pain it caused. "Fu-uck."

“Um, babe? Your bones and ligaments were just scraped and repaired. ibuprofen isn’t going to be enough.” Mack watches his face switch from pain to panic then he runs his good hand through his hair. He tugs at the strands and winces, grunting slightly in pain. She curls her lips together as she sets the pizza box on the counter. David breathes heavily across the room, rooted in place as his eyes move rapidly while staring out the window.

“Can you tell me why you don’t want to take them?”

“My whole family is, like, addicts.” He blurts. “I don’t want that to happen to me.”

“I understand.” Mack nods. “But you are going to suffer like this. How about we talk through how to manage it all?” 

“I don’t want you to see me as a junkie!” He exclaims. She puts her hands gently on his bare stomach, hoping to ground him.

“I don’t see you that way and you’re not. Let’s sit and talk.” 

The pain is making David edgy as he sits on the couch next to her. His breathing intensifies and a low groan of pain follows after he leans into the cushion. Mack holds her hand out for him to take. He does so, squeezing her fingers immediately. Mack pretends it doesn’t hurt.

“What are you scared of?” She asks him gently.

“That I’m gonna get hooked on this shit.”

“Have you taken these before and felt that way?”

“No. I’ve never taken ‘em.” His wide green eyes stare into hers, clearly worried and afraid. Mack pauses, thinking through how to ease both his pain and anxieties. 

“How about I control the medication? Like I’ll take them and hide them somewhere, so they aren’t out in the open and then I’ll bring them to you when it’s time to take.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Can you, uh, take the alcohol out of here too?” They don’t have much right now, only a few bottles of red wine that can go to Connor and Lucie’s.

“Yeah.” She agrees immediately. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why this is effecting me so much.” Mack knows, even if David hasn’t shared much about growing up in a small town. She knows he has seen addiction ruin families, including his own. 

“It’s okay. Thank you for trusting me. We will work through this together, okay?” He nods.

“Can I have a hug? I really need a hug.”

Mack gathers herself into his lap. He leans forward, connecting their foreheads, until Mack falls forward into his good shoulder. She is careful not to squish his arm between their bodies. David’s rapidly beating heart falls to a normal level in her embrace. She kisses along his jaw to his temple, then closes her eyes, holding him as completely as she can.

“Okay, I’ll take the meds.” He gasps as she sits back. 

Mack gathers the orange bottles from the counter, then disappears down the hallway to find a place to put them while they navigate this addition to the house. She places them in her safe in the back of the closet, and changes the combination to one he doesn’t know. Her heart aches for him and how genuinely worried he is about this experience. So worried that he was willing to break his teeth off from gritting in pain.

She returns with his first dosage of the medication and his water bottle from earlier. David pops the pill back then swallows. Meanwhile, Mack gathers an ice pack for him to start on his icing routine. Within twenty minutes, David is relaxed, eating pizza and watching his show. Mack goes back to finishing her article, then sending a few emails. Eventually, David falls asleep sitting up on the couch. She wakes him, then walks him down to their bed so he can be more comfortable.

This is their routine for the next week. David sleeps and recovers. Mack manages his medication until it is all gone. David doesn’t request a refill and chooses to navigate the pain with ibuprofen and ice. His spirits increase when he goes to the rink for physical therapy and gets to be around the guys. Another assignment comes in for Mack to take, but she declines. This is where she needs to be.

Over the course of 6 weeks, their focus as partners is on David’s full recovery. He begins to attend PT, slowly working his way back onto the ice. The best day is when he gets to ditch his sling completely. Soon, range of motion begins to build back to a normal level. Mack has to do a little more work in the bedroom for a bit, but she doesn’t mind. Neither does he. 

Unfortunately, even as everything goes right in David’s recovery, the process is still long. He is out until around the end of January. His patience wears thin towards Christmas when he feels ready to go, but the medical team won’t clear him. It’s great he is feeling better, but being able to do normal things is not the same as getting checked into the boards every night.

Mack helps David with his frustrations. They go running together. They plan their Allstar break, Caribbean wedding. They take a pottery class. They fuck. Often and exquisitely. It’s a rough job taking care of her sexy, angry hockey player, but Mack is willing to do what it takes to get David back on the ice.

The night he is finally cleared for game play, David floats into MSG on cloud nine. Mack is in the stands, cheering loudly for him next to her sister and nieces when David flies onto the ice. Nico and Lexi flew in to support him too and right next to them are Lio and Savannah. The starting lineup’s are announced and David’s name is received with thundering applause. The fans are ready and so is he. 

It’s a picture perfect night in the greatest city in the world. 

David scores with a Connor assist.

David handles every single hit and bump with ease. After the third hit, Mack finally stops digging her nails into her palms. He is navigating it all so well, as is David’s way.

Thankfully, he leaves the game in one piece and swings his girl up into his arms at the end of the night.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She mumbles into his lips. 

“Hey, I was wondering something?” David pouts as if he is contemplating.

“Hmm?”

“Would you wanna marry me next week? If you’re not busy?” Mack laughs. “You nursed me back to health and now I can’t let one more week pass without you being my wife.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.” She teases. He sets her back on her boots. Mack shyly leans into him when she sees everyone watching them.

“Just think,” Lucie murmurs, adjusting Winnie in her carrier. “Next time you’re in this building, you’ll be married!”

Now it’s Mack’s turn to float out of MSG.

Tomorrow, they’re all bound for Turks and Caicos.

[alovesongtheywrote]

can we pleaseeee have a pt.2 to nightmare academia bc THOSE TWO HAVE SO MUCH TENSION???!!!!!

♥ Summary:  abso-fucking-lutely you can. here's reid's proper response to the typewriter incident(s) [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: discussions of sex, but no actual smut. arguing. spencer's a little mean, but shit, so's the reader. crim and psych facts. this is another 1000 words of the reader being a brat and reid losing his cool over it

♥ A/N: i still don't know when this is. if you have ideas, lmk, but again, im thinking it's right after s9.

♥ Word Count: 1646

Series Masterlist

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Yeah, so, about three weeks later, your students started breaking down again. You had to wonder if Dr. Reid was actually some sort of closet sadist who enjoyed watching his students break down. You tried to shake that thought from your head. He had been an FBI agent, after all!

If he was a sadist, he wouldn’t have left the FBI.  

You reached your sobbing student quota of seven faster this time- though in at least one instance, the student apologized for Reid.

“He’s a good professor,” they said, curling up in a hard plastic chair that was not meant to be curled up in, “He’s just really bad at technology.”

You couldn’t help but agree. The students you had in common with Reid were incredibly insightful when they spoke in class- specifically on topics that the doctor would have touched on. Despite that, you could only have so many students come to you on the brink of collapse without doing something about it.

So. You brought the typewriter out again.

-

Spencer had tried to do the whole laptop thing. He really had. However, when the time came for one of his classes to submit an assignment, half of that class presented him with links to Google Documents that he couldn’t access. And this was after he requested PDFs!

After a weekend of writing emails, making repeated calls to Penelope Garcia, and lying facedown on the couch trying to fight off a migraine, Reid gave up on the technology thing. He banished laptops from his classroom once more. He told himself he just wouldn’t let the typewriter bother him. He wouldn’t let you bother him. At least, you wouldn’t bother him as much as emails did.

Then he got to class.

“So, when we look at externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“As the name would suggest-” 

Click, click, click, click, click.

“These are the issues that manifest externally-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“Maladaptive behaviours caused by externalizing disorders impact the environment-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“While internalizing disorders do not, generally, cause crime-”

Click, click, click, click, click.

“Externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, ding!

“Son of a bitch-!”

Reid’s students watched as their usually composed professor began to fray at the edges. His long fingers ran through his hair, messing up his already messy curls. He ignored the way some strands landed in front of his eyes- how could he pay attention to that? He was too focused on not screaming in frustration. Reid pulled off his cardigan almost forcefully and threw it on his chair. His body felt too warm, his skin a prison and his ribs a furnace. He crossed his arms, bringing one hand up to press his fingers against his brow.  

He stood like that for a few moments, catching his breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t supposed to let you get to him.  

When Spencer tried to profile you, he saw a respected professional who genuinely cared about their students- so much so that you went out of your way to interfere with his classroom policies. He didn’t know why you cared so much. Most professors wanted to see their students succeed to a degree, but you seemed to have it out for him, specifically.  

Maybe it was his anti-tech policies. Maybe it was just something about him.  Spencer knew he was a difficult person to be around. You wouldn’t be the first person who couldn’t stand him because of things that were just intrinsic parts of his being. You definitely wouldn’t be the first person to be annoyed by him. Whatever it was, he was going to figure it out- even if he had to return to your office to do it.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Returning to externalizing disorders-”

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click. DING.

You were going to be the death of Spencer Reid.

-

That evening, you caught Reid just outside your office, typewriter held aloft in his arms. You didn’t try to get the door for him.

“Well, hello Doctor Reid! Is there anything I can help you with?”

Reid didn’t bother with pleasantries. He got right to the point, “Why are you doing this?”

You played dumb- it was one of your favourite things to play, “Whatever do you mean, Doctor? I’m just supplying my students with the tools they need to learn. Do you have a problem with that?”

Reid pulled his lips together and frowned. He looked a little bit like a frog- or perhaps a sad chipmunk. You refused to admit that the exasperated expression on his face was kind of cute.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know you’re smarter than this. What could you possibly stand to gain from irritating me incessantly?”

“Why don’t you profile me about it, FBI guy?” you raised your eyebrows, very clearly mocking his previous line of work as you relaxed against the door.

“Okay,” Reid grit his teeth, re-adjusting his grip on the typewriter. If you wanted to play this game, he would play, “You’re irritating me out of a strange mix of genuine concern for your students, and what appears to be a desperate need for attention. Maybe your parents didn’t focus on you enough during your childhood. Maybe you feel inferior in your work, so you’re taking it out on me. Either way, it’s kind of sad.”

Your eyes narrowed. A vein in your jaw twitched. Your mouth turned downward into a scowl as you tried very hard to pretend that you didn’t feel just a little inferior in your work. And hey, even if you did, that had nothing to do with this. He was wrong- not entirely- but enough to keep you steady.  

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

“For a profiler, that was a pretty shit assessment. What I stand to gain isn’t attention. If I wanted your attention, I would have it. What I gain is a student body that’s further than two inches from collapse,” you leaned back against the door again, keeping him out and forcing him to keep the typewriter in his arms.

“What about you, Doctor?” you hissed, “What could you possibly stand to gain from murdering your students by way of lead poisoning?”

“Lead hasn’t been used in the creation of pencils since 1978, and the amount of lead paint a person could ingest by chewing the paint off a pencil wouldn’t be lethal. Try harder.”

“‘Try harder,’ he tells me. Fine. You aren’t a sadist and you aren’t going for mass murder by way of pencil.  Maybe you’re just a huge asshole, but if you were, that reputation would precede you. I’m out of ideas, so just tell me.  Why stop with the tech? It looked like it was working.”

“It wasn’t, not that that’s your business,” Reid adjusted his stance, trying to take a defensive stance without dropping the typewriter, “And how do you know I’m not a sadist? That’s a pretty big inference considering we’ve only worked together for a few months.”

“If you were a sadist, you would’ve stayed in the position that gave you the most power over other people. University professor is not that position.”

Reid went silent for a second. Then, to your surprise, he gave you a straight answer, “The laptops worked until I assigned a paper. I received broken links, inaccessible files, and a migraine.”

You paused, squinting at him slightly, “It was Google Docs, wasn’t it? They all sent in links to Google Docs?”

Reid paused, tilting his head like a confused puppy. What a fucking asshole, looking so fucking adorable while being a huge dick. Maybe that was on you. You had to stop comparing him to cute things.

“How did you know?”

“Because college kids have the capacity for massive stupidity. Did you specify what format you wanted?”

“Of course I did, I’m a professional.”

“Uh-huh,” you didn’t seem to believe him, “Well, even if you did, some of your students are gonna fuck it up.”

“How?! I stated it multiple times-!”

“Well, forgive the rest of the world for not having IQs in the thousands and eidetic memories. Some of us forget things, Professor.”

“It’s 187.”

“Excuse me?”

“My IQ, it’s 18-”

“Anyone who actually tries to measure intelligence with IQ is fucking unintelligent, and not worth my time. Give me my typewriter and get out of my office.”

“We aren’t in your office.”

“Give me! My typewriter! And get out! Of my office!!”

When he still didn’t move, you seized the typewriter from him and hissed, “Out!! Away with you now!! Don’t make me bite you, because I swear to god-”

Reid put his hands up in surrender, stepping back and heading down the hallway. The second you were out of sight, he pulled out his phone. Emails were a no-go, but a call? That he could manage.

“Hey, Garcia? I need you to do a background check on someone for me… what? No, this isn’t about the PDFs! I need everything you have on Professor (Y/N) (L/N).”

-

Meanwhile, across town in a bar that just so happened to be very popular with college kids, a certain group of students sat.  This group had one major thing in common- they shared two specific professors.

“So, profs (L/N) and Reid are fucking, right?”

“If they aren’t already, they will be soon enough.  Did you see him lose it over the typewriter in class today?  He said an actual swear.  Fucking nuts.”

“That was kind of hot, I’ll be honest.”

“It was- but I’ll bet you anything that (L/N) tops.”

“You’re a degenerate.  I’ll bet ten on those odds.”

[xiaq]

Steddie Time Travel Fix-it: Pt. 7

Ao3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6

Eddie is good at puzzles

Cryptograms, jigsaws, Rubiks cubes, mazes. For all the trouble he has in school, he’s always loved word search and crossword assignments. He finishes first; he saunters up to the teacher’s desk; he slaps it down in the assignment box. He grins as they grade it with grudging respect. The strategy required for D&D was just as appealing, initially, as the escapism.

So. Eddie is good at puzzles.

Until, of course, Steve Harrington appeared in the early-morning hallway of Hawkins high, apparently having turned over an inexplicable and very puzzling new leaf.

Steve Harrington is unsolvable.

And it makes Eddie crazy.

He’d written out a list detailing the nuances of the Steve Harrington Puzzle. That was the title on the piece of the paper he’d torn out of his campaign spiral: There was the sudden friendship with Robin Buckley and the additional strange company he’d been keeping with Nancy and Jonathan and Barb. There was quitting the basketball team and absolutely burning bridges to ash with his former friends.

The panic attacks, related to flickering lights and D&D monsters The kids. The walkie-talkie check-ins and mentions of gates.

Chief fucking Hopper’s involvement.

The weird obsession Steve seems to have with Eddie. The flirting.

The baking.

Okay, the baking could be normal, but it’s still potentially out of character enough that Eddie doesn’t scratch it off the list.

Eddie's first hypothesis is drugs, even though that doesn’t explain everything.

As long as he’s not leaving town, there’s only one person Steve could be getting drugs from if he’s not getting them from Eddie. So Eddie walks to the gas station down the road and calls Rick from the pay phone outside.

“Hey. Weird question. Are you selling hard shit to Steve Harrington on the side?”

Rick laughs at him until he hangs up. That’s fair. It was a long shot anyway.

His second hypothesis is…

Well, that’s the problem. He doesn’t have a second hypothesis. Because nothing explains all of the everything going on with Steve and even drugs only explain like…half of it.

Eddie crumples up the paper and tosses it in the trash and the Steve Harrington Puzzle remains unsolved through Saturday night as he loads up his guitar and amp into Gareth’s mom’s car.

One of them really needs to buy a van or a truck or something. Showing up to your metal gig in a minivan is not the cool aesthetic they’re trying to embody.

Eddie has been trying not to have expectations. Just because Steve said, several days before, that he was going to come to their gig didn’t mean he’d actually show up. And unlike Eddie’s embarrassing, seat-saving hope from Friday, his anxious door-watching as they set up and then take the stage at Hideout does not pay off.

Steve doesn’t show.

Maybe he forgot. Maybe he changed his mind or something better came up or maybe he never intended to come at all. 

It doesn’t occur to Eddie that there’s another potential reason until he gets home, hoarse and jumpy with endorphins to find a note from Wayne by the phone. 

Steve called. Said he’d been in an accident and was sorry he couldn’t come. Sounded rough. Left his number for you.

Eddie calls the number, even though it’s late. It rings. And rings. And rings. They have an answering machine, because of course they do, but the woman on the recording sounds like a stuck up bitch and Eddie lingers, just for a moment, trying to think of something to say, before hanging up.

He tries again on Sunday, just past lunch. Still no answer.

By Monday morning he’s vacillating between annoyance and concern which takes a careening turn down the concern offramp when he catches sight of Steve in the hallway. His face is beat to shit and his neck––

His neck looks like someone tried to fucking hang him.

But despite the bruises and the line of stitches at his temple and the general signs of a thorough ass-kicking, Steve is moving through the tide of students around him with the unmistakable swagger of someone who won.

It really does make Eddie want to see the other guy.

Eddie isn’t thinking. Well, he is thinking, he’s thinking what happened and are you ok. He’s not thinking about optics as he pushes his way through the other students in the hallway, grabs Steve’s wrist and drags him into the bathroom. It’s empty, thank god.

“What happened?” Eddie says, tugging down the collar of Steve’s shirt so he can better see the—Jesus, the ligature marks on his throat. “Are you ok?”

Steve’s hands catch around his shoulders, pushing him back with an infuriating little smile that says he’s enjoying Eddie’s reaction. Enjoying Eddie’s concern about him nearly being killed, the sadistic asshole.

“Hey, easy,” Steve says, “I’m fine. Though that does hurt a little so maybe let go of my shirt, yeah?”

“Oh what, you can pull me into bathrooms and feel me up but I’m not allowed to return the favor?” Eddie snarls.

Steve goes delightfully pink. “Okay,” he says. “I’ve apologized for that.”

Eddie lets go.“And you still haven’t explained it.”

“I can’t.”

“And all of this?” Eddie gestures to encompass the entirety of Steve’s stupid, muscular, injured self. He’s wearing the same jeans and boots as he was on Friday, this time paired with a black T-shirt that is likely intentionally a size too small.  “Can you explain this?”

“I––”

“Can’t.” Eddie finishes with him.

At least Steve looks cowed about it.

“Are these the worst of your injuries or are there more under your clothes?” 

Steve opens his mouth and Eddie interrupts before he can say anything. “Don’t lie.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “My back is a little beat up, but it’ll be fine.”

“Let me see.”

“What, do you have a medical degree, now?”

“Let me see.”

“Fine. Fine,” he turns, bracing one hand on the sink and using the other to hike up the back of his shirt. “I forgot how goddamn annoying you are when you’re––”

He cuts himself off, going still. His eyes are wide where they meet Eddie’s in the mirror. “I mean. Sorry. Whatever. Look, I’m fine.”

Eddie looks.

“Oh my god.” He’s touching the mottled bruise down the left side of Steve’s spine before he realizes he’s going to do it and by then it’s too late. He tries to be gentle, at least. “What hit you, a truck?”

“Eddie.”

“Are you pissing blood?”

“Only a little. Honestly, I’ve had worse.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

Eddie drops the shirt and lets Steve turn to face him, but he doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans closer still to inspect the tidy line of stitches hugging Steve’s temple.

“At least everything looks clean,” he murmurs, pushing Steve’s hair out of the way. “Did you go to the hospital for these? Please say you didn’t do them yourself.”

He doesn’t get a chance to answer, though, because Tommy Hagan pushes his way into the bathroom. Where Eddie currently has Steve pressed against the sink, nearly hip to hip, with his hand on Steve’s face.

He’s going to die today.

“Oh, fuck off, Tommy,” Steve says with a degree of annoyance that Eddie finds commendable considering the circumstances.

“What are you––what’s going on?” Tommy says as the door slides shut behind him. “Did Munson do that to you?”

Steve scoffs and Eddie should probably be insulted. Steve slides around him, putting himself just a hair in front of Eddie as he half-turns to face Tommy. One of Steve’s hands is on Eddie’s chest and Eddie isn’t sure how it got there, but it’s steady and firm, like he’s holding Eddie back.

“No,” Steve says. “He’s just a concerned citizen. What do you want?”

“He was touching you,” Tommy says, low and quiet and weirdly hurt. 

“He was,” Steve agrees easily. “But there’s nothing wrong with that. Friends touch each other all time, right? No reason to make it weird.”

The words land like a blow. Eddie watches as Tommy physically recoils from them.

“Steve.” Tommy sounds wounded.

“Tommy,” Steve answers, dispassionate.

Tommy’s eyes move to Eddie. Move to Steve’s hand on Eddie’s chest. He turns abruptly and shoves his way back out of the bathroom with a muttered curse.

Steve watches him go, and then, when he turns to face Eddie again, his mouth twists.

“Shit, I wasn’t thinking. I sort of implicated you, there. I swear he won’t tell anyone, though, even if he does think we’re––whatever. I can,” Steve exhales, shoving a hand through his hair, and then winces, either because of the stitches or his side. “I can tell him you turned me down.”

As if that would happen.

“No,” Eddie says. “It’s fine. I mean, a lot of people already assume that I’m––” he knows he shouldn’t ask but he can’t seem to help it, “––wait, are you?”

“Yeah?” Steve says, like it should be obvious. “I like both. Either. All.”

“Right.” Eddie says. Like his entire worldview hasn’t been shaken to the core. “And you and Hagan—?”

Steve leans back against the sink. “I’m honestly not in the practice of outing people, if I can help it.”

“Hey, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“Yeah,” Steve says finally. “I know.” He’s got his hands braced on the lip of porcelain on either side of his hips. It makes his biceps look enormous. “We didn’t have a thing,” he murmurs. “Not really. I wanted to, which is embarrassing in retrospect, but––” he laughs and there’s nothing comedic to it. “Some guys are just fine with you giving them handjobs in the dark, but god forbid you ask them to kiss you in the daylight, you know?”

Eddie does know.

“Their loss,” he mutters.

Steve bites his lip. “Hey, so. I’m sorry I missed your show. Can I buy you dinner tonight as an apology?”

Eddie might not recover from the conversational whiplash. “What?”

“I can pick you up at seven?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay, cool. We should get to class.”

And then he’s gone. 

Eddie has a quiet, 30 second, existential crisis before following him.

***

Steve takes them to the diner again: same booth; same waitress.

She doesn’t try so hard this time to get Steve’s attention, either because she learned from last time or because Steve’s face looks like it’s been put through a meat grinder.

Regardless, they’re mostly left to their own devices and Steve gets him talking about the Lord of the Rings and once again Eddie finds himself flailing his way through a long-winded rant while drinking a chocolate milkshake. Steve watches him fondly.

He keeps forgetting that Steve is a giant, potentially dangerous, puzzle that needs solving in the face of his fond looks. It’s really becoming a problem.

Eddie is trying to find an elegant way of inviting Steve back to his place when Steve’s ever-present overstuffed backpack makes a static noise and then Eddie hears the muffled sound of Chief Hopper’s voice saying: Steve, you there?

Steve is out of the booth, throwing money on the table, in seconds.

Eddie scrambles to follow him.

Steve unzips his bag and pulls out the walkie before he’s even out the door.

“Hop?” he asks into the receiver. He doesn’t hold the door for Eddie which Eddie will be bitchy about later.

Are you still at the diner? Hopper asks. He sounds out of breath. 

“Yeah.”

I’m two minutes away, meet me in the parking lot.

“It’s happening now?”

It’s happening now. Sorry, kid, I know you probably haven’t recovered from Saturday yet but––

“No, it’s fine.”

Two minutes, Hopper repeats. Be discreet.

Steve starts running.

By the time Eddie catches up to Steve at the back of  the parking lot, he’s got the trunk of his car open and he’s pulling basketball uniform shirts out of a giant duffel bag. Previously hidden under the layer of jerseys are—guns. 

Holy shit, that’s a lot of guns.

And grenades? Probably. Eddie has never seen a grenade in real life but he’s reasonably sure those are grenades. 

“What.” Eddie says. 

Steve zips the bag back up, cursing, and reaches for a baseball bat wrapped in a towel. Except when he pulls it out by the handle, the towel falls away and Eddie realizes the top of the bat has been gored through with at least two dozen nails: Spiked and lethal and covered in a red brown patina. 

It could be rust.

Eddie is pretty sure it isn’t rust.

“Steve,” he says.

And Steve meets his eyes with a disturbing degree of calm.

Neither of them has a chance to say anything else, though, because Hopper's truck is careening into the parking lot and literally screeching to a stop a few feet away from them.

Steve tosses his bag of guns and his murder bat into the truck bed with a degree of familiarity that Eddie does not want to think about.

“What the hell, Steve,” Hopper is saying through the open window, “what part of be discrete did you not––oh.”

Eddie turns and when Hopper’s eyes settle on Eddie’s face, he stops talking.

 “Eddie,” he says.

And that is not a way that Chief Hopper has ever said Eddie’s name before.

“Hop,” Steve says levelly.

“Fuck,” he says, still staring at Eddie like—Eddie doesn’t even know. Like he’s a ghost, maybe.

“Right,” he says. “Munson.” He drags his attention back to Steve. “We need to go. Now. Is he—“

“No.” Steve says. “Absolutely not.”

“Am I what?” Eddie asks.

Steve is shoving something into Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s hand comes up automatically to close around—keys. Steve’s keys. 

“Do you know where my house is?” He asks.

“Yeah? Everyone knows where your house is, dude.”

“Don’t go home. Wayne is working tonight, right?”

“Yeah, but—“

“I need you to trust me. Please. Go to my house and––wait, no. The pool.”

He looks at Hopper.

“Henderson,” Hopper says. “The Henderson’s house. The other kids are already there. No nearby gates.”

“Gates? What the fuck are you two talking about?”

“We don’t have time for this,” Hopper says.

“Where are you going?” Eddie demands. “What is going on?”

“Eddie,” Steve says, urgent and terrible and wild. “Please.”

There’s an undeniable supplication in his tone, in his eyes, that makes Eddie say: “Okay. Alright. Just––tell me what to do.”

Steve pulls out a sharpie and a butterfly knife from his pockets. He pushes the knife into Eddie’s hand that is already holding Steve’s keys. He takes Eddie’s other arm and turns it palm up, uncapping the sharpie with his teeth. He writes hurried instructions across his wrist.

“Ok,” he says. “There. Take my car. Go to Henderson's house. Stay with the kids until I come back, okay?”

“When will you come back?”

“Late. Early. I don’t know. Before school tomorrow.”

“Steve,” Hopper says.

“Just don’t go back to your house, ok? Don’t go anywhere near Forest Hills or Lover’s Lake. We’ll get a message to Wayne too, but. Don’t go back. Go to Henderson's. Wait for me.”

“Steve,” Hopper says.

He squeezes Eddie’s arm. He lets go like it hurts him.

Steve climbs into Hopper's truck and Eddie watches them pull out of the parking lot with a dread he can’t explain sitting like stagnant water in his chest.

Eddie’s pulse is loud in his ears and heavy in his stomach as he considers the black ink on his arm; the knife; the keys. There’s a thunderhead building, eerie and green, eclipsing the sunset in the distance.

He walks to Steve’s car, closes the trunk, and opens the driver’s side door. He sits. He cranks the engine. 

Dio is playing.

He looks at the instructions on his arm, directing him left onto Main Street, and for a minute he considers obeying. He doesn’t. He puts the car in gear and turns right toward Forest Hills. 

He’ll go to Henderson’s. But Steve is acting like the trailer park is going to get bombed in the night and there are things at the house that…there are things he needs. He still half thinks this is all some giant prank, but Steve’s injuries are real and the guns were sure as hell real and Hopper is real.  If something terrible is going to happen tonight, Eddie has to save his guitar, his mom’s records, the t-shirt from the first concert Wayne ever took him to. He’ll need to get Wayne’s favorite mug and the rosary Wayne’s mother left him and their social security cards and other important documents from the drawer in the kitchen. 

It’ll take five minutes. Guitar. Milk crate of records. One bag of assorted shit. And then he’ll go to Henderson’s.

Five minutes.

In and out.

It’ll be fine.

[headfulloflettuce]

Puppet Darling - Part 6

Credit: Inspired by @wallflowers-in-the-wind’s post here.

Warning: Rhysand being as asshole, again. Also, mind meddling.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

Rhysand wasn’t sure how many liquor glasses he had already destroyed, but he was sure it was many. He slumped in his office chair, staring up at the ceiling.

She ran.

He still couldn’t actually believe it.

She ran, and got away with it.

He felt a small laugh escape him.

I mean, I shouldn’t really be this surprised. Feyre had always been quick on her feet - when permitted.

A knock sounded on his office door.

Definitely Cassian, he’s the only one that makes me think the door will fly off the hinges.

Rhysand leaned back in his chair, “Come in.”

His brother peered inside the office, a ginger smile spreading over his rough features upon seeing the office’s demolished state. A tuft of blonde hair appeared for a second behind the Illyrian warrior.

Ah, Morrigan too. Wonderful.

Rhysand smiled, “Are you going to just hangout at the doorway or actually step in?”

Cassian obeyed, followed by Mor, whose eyes immediately narrowed as she took in the office’s state.

“Don’t you think you went a little hard on the whiskey?” Cassian tried to lighten the mood, walking over to the liquor cabinet, “I mean what has the bourbon done to you?”

Rhysand gave him the obligatory laugh.

Morrigan tensed, uncomfortable.

“Rhysand…why did Nesta leave?” Cassian’s voice was quiet.

Rhysand smiled, “You know Nesta, Cassian. She’s always been like this. An unreliable bitch.”

His brother’s hand tightened into a fist, but didn’t call him out.

Rhysand couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.

It was honestly adorable watching his dear brother try to process this.

No wonder Eris kept so many of his around: endless entertainment.

Cassian shook his head, “But what of Feyre? Rhysand, it doesn’t make sense. Why would Feyre run?”

Rhysand had been mulling over what lies to feed them the past several days.

“Me and Feyre got into an argument.”

True, albeit it was a perpetual one, but still, true.

“We…I in particular, said some things I shouldn’t have said.”

Displace blame onto myself to seem like a responsible party.

Rhysand smiled remorsefully, “I apologized of course, but she said she wanted some space. So, I am respecting her choice.”

Cassian nodded, somewhat satisfied by the response, “But why did she bring Nesta with her?”

“Nesta comforted Feyre after the argument took place, so she and Elain decided to bring their sister along.”

“Nesta? Comfort? Never thought I would hear those words in the same sentence.” Amren leaned against the doorway, black jewelry adorning her neck, “I highly doubt she has the capacity for empathy.”

Cassian’s knuckles turned white, but once again didn’t say anything.

Rhysand gently probed his brother’s, checking if the subtle ‘suggestions’ he had planted still held their root.

Not that he was speaking out, but his discomfort unnerved him.

You shouldn’t even be concerned when something of that sort is said regarding her.

‘She’s spiteful.’

‘She’s Illyrian.’

‘She’s hurtful.’

‘She’s dangerous.’

‘She’s a threat.’’

‘She’s strong.’

‘She’s empathetic.’

Rhys frowned.

‘I love her.’

Rhysand did a double take on the last thought, quickly pushing it beneath the ‘she let Feyre hunt.’

A mating bond truly was a force of nature.

Rhys had already placed many subtle thoughts into Cassian’s mind. Little reminders that perhaps Nesta wasn’t as amazing as he had thought. Perhaps she was just a little too rambunctious. Too hard to control

“What was the argument about?” Cassian asked.

Rhysand glanced through his brother’s thoughts and memories once more, retreating with a mental sigh.

Editing this mess of a brain now would only worsen the situation.

Rhysand, despite everything, didn’t particularly want to break Cass’s mind.

He wouldn’t be Cass anymore if I did that.

“I think it best for me to tell my side of the story only once Feyre returns, I don’t wish to be too biased.”

Mor didn’t say anything, choosing to stare at a destroyed cabinet.

Nothing to say dear cousin?

Mor restrained a flinch at his voice in her mind.

‘No Rhys.’

You look tense.

‘I am fine Rhys.’

Rhys rolled his eyes at the blatant lie, trying to reach down the mating bond once more, giving it a firm tug, but to no avail; Feyre didn’t tug back.

I will give her time, if she wants it.

Rhys traced the rim of his glass.

She’d eventually see that the Night Court was the best place for her.

Azriel’s shadows made their presence known before he himself appeared, startling Mor as a result. 

What a flighty female.

An apologetic look flashed across the male’s face as the blonde shifted away from him.

This time Rhysand didn’t tug on the bond, simply feeling, trying to gauge as much as he could of Feyre’s well-being. 

Calm. Happy? Calm. Nervous. Worried. Happy?

The bond prattled off, jumping from place to place within minutes.

Well, at least she wasn’t hurt.

Rhys took comfort in that, but the positive feelings stabbing at him down the bond made him scowl.

When was the last time she was that relaxed around him?

“I have tracked down Elain.”

The room froze, Rhysand’s fingers drumming against the desk thoughtfully.

“Where?”

“Spring Court.”

“Ha…” Rhysand restrained the urge to throw the table against the wall. 

“Spring? Bold.” Amren mused.

Rhysand shot the fae a glare, only to be met by her steel expression.

“Why would they go to Spring?” Cassian stared at Azriel in confusion, his wings flaring slightly, “Tamlin abused Feyre! She fled from there!”

“Perhaps he kidnapped them?” Amren suggested coyly.

The thought made Azriel and Cassian growl but Rhys’s mind was elsewhere.

She ran to him. She trusts him over me.

“Azriel. Mor. You two will go to retrieve Elain and Feyre respectively.”

I’d go myself but that would mean war.

Rhysand was a patient man. He could wait a little bit before seeing his darling once more.

“What about Nesta?” Cassian pipped in.

“Mor will get Nesta too.”

Guess we can’t forget about her either.

“I can get her.” Cassian offered.

“No, Morrigan will go.”

Considering that my power isn’t enough for you right now Cass, I’d prefer to not stage any experiments.

“Use violence if necessary.” Rhys ordered.

“Rhys…” Cassian muttered.

Azriel nodded, his shadows slipping away from their hiding spots near Rhysand and returning to him, his eyes gleaming anew at the prospect of violence.

Mor remained neutral. 

“When I give an order, I expect it to be done now.” Rhysand smiled, annoyed that they hadn’t taken their leave yet.

“It may take some time to bring them back.” Mor finally spoke up, “Tamlin has most likely hidden them somewhere in his court that is concealed to outsiders.”

Rhysand’s hand twitched into a fist before relaxing upon hearing his name.

“I understand  but I am sure you two, powerful, competent faeries, are up for the task, no?” he held Mor’s gaze, “Or am I mistaken?”

Are you useless now?

Azriel slipped away into his shadows and Mor quickly winnowed away.

Rhysand looked over to an amused Amren and a concerned Cassian. 

“Go. I wish to be alone right now.”

“Rhys, are you sure-” Cassian tried.

“Go.”

Rhysand waited for their footsteps to disappear behind the closed office door, before flicking the table before him into the wall, causing it to break into millions of splinters. 

She dares to run from me? To go back to him after everything I gave her? 

Rhysand took a deep breath but it did little to soothe his anger.

I made her into a queen.

He stood up, stepping over the debris covering his office. He’d need to summon the servants to clean it up.

Is this what you do Feyre? Make a male fall head over heels for you and then waltz away to whatever new eye candy captures your interest?

He knew it was immature when he grabbed at the mating bond, giving it an extra painful tug. 

Rhys felt Feyre shudder, but the walls she had put up remained. 

Whatever was happening on the other end clearly soothed Feyre quickly, as the bond’s  trembles subsided, replaced by a calm feeling, instead of the usual nervousness his meddling brought.

Rhysand laughed. A cold, dark sound filling the room and echoing off its walls.

It seems that I have been too lenient with my favorite toys.

The calm continued to be present on Feyre’s side of the bond, only growing stronger.

Treasure this feeling while you can darling. You won’t get to have it for much longer.

Next: Part 7

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