#with this. I finished this in uhhh two hours. and then doing tone very slowly for another hour

[vintagesage123]

Fired Gojo x Reader

its been 2 years but i'm back, see you in another two maybe

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That was it, really. No thank you for the years of torture no i'm sorry for all the stress i've put you through over the last 5 years of your life, no of course not, the asshole couldn't even come and tell me he was firing me himself.

All i was provided with was the cardboard box that I was supposed to put my things in. Fuck that, if they want me gone they can pack it them self. I've spent 5 years working my ass off in this company, i'm not spending another second in this hell hole.

16 hours later:

Something does't feel right, my head feels as if my brain is fighting to get out, my legs are like jelly, the hot body pressed to me from behind, and oh yeah that man's arm around me. Wait who the hell is that? ''Good morning sexy'' he smirks against my neck. Oh shit, i know that voice, I can already see that smirk just by the tone of his voice. Please tell me i didn't sleep with my old boss, please tell me i didn't sleep with Gojo Satoru.

i turn slowly around and see him, those blue eyes meet mine, still smiling of course. ''so... you wanna order in or should we go out?'' Oh no.

8 hours earlier

There was a banging on my door, I didn't order food did i?. I'm pretty drunk but i think id remember that. Slowly i peep through the hole in my door and see none other than Gojo. Fuck fuck fuck. What if I just pretend i'm not home?

''I know your in there'' Fuck my life.

I groan and open the door '' what do you want?''

''Nice outfit'' i'm wearing a hoodie and pj shorts. He pushes past me into my apartment. ''I have your stuff''

''What stuff?''

''The stuff you left on your desk before you stormed out, obviously'' he puts the box down on my kitchen island.

''Oh well why didn't you just get one of your underlings to bring it, like the way you got one of them to fire me'' i say ''and I also didn't storm out''

''You didn't storm out? then why did James tell me you cursed him out and oh... stormed out'' he laughs at his own joke.

''Whatever, we are done now, i don't have to pretend I like you and you can hire some early twenties bimbo to take my place''

He leans back on the island ''okay firstly'' he holds one finger up ''I didn't fire you for that reason, but thanks for the bimbo tip'' he holds his second finger up ''secondly if i wanted some eye candy I would have kept you, and your also good at your job so that's a bonus''

I step in front of him still a bit flustered from his comment ''Then why did you fire me''

''Your attitude'' he smirks

''My attitude'' i laugh at that ''my attitude, you were the one calling me at 3:30am to see if i could finish the work you didn't bother to get done, and i always got it done''

He leans down to my face ''You did, not very well but you did''

This ass ''Maybe because I don't have a business degree, and oh, IT WAS THREE THIRTY OR LATER''

''Yeahhhh, maybe that's why, anyways, whatcha doinggg'' he looks past my shoulder and sees the half drank bottle of alcohol ''Rough night huh''

''Fuck off'' I make my way to my couch and pour myself another drink.

''Woah, i thought your attitude was bad before, now your a full blown bitch. Keep that up and you might turn me on'' he makes his way over to sit beside me and pours himself a drink''

''What the hell is wrong with you'' i laugh.

''Oh my God'' he looks to me shocked.

''What, what is it!?'' i freeze.

''Your face doesn't crack when you smile''

''What is wrong with you, seriously, i thought there was an axe murder behind me'' I exhale.

He grabs the remote ''what are we watching, fight club, planet of the apes ohhh bullet train?''

I think of telling him to go home but that would be more work than just dealing with his presence ''uhhh bullet train''

It's about an hour in. He has spread himself out on the couch, the bottle's empty and we are pretty drunk. In this light hes kinda hot, well he was always hot, but tonight is the first time iv'e actually looked, like really looked. As I'm looking at him he catches me in the side of his eye. Oh no hes going to make a big deal out of this isn't he''

''See something you like'' he smirks

''Yeah Aaron Taylor Johnson is pretty hot''

''Anything else you like?'' he looks at me with that big cheshire grin.

''I mean Brad Pitt is pretty nice to look at'' he rolls his eyes at that. I almost feel like laughing.

''Sure you don't see anything else'' he grabs my thigh. What the fuck.

''No not really'' i gulp, there's no hiding how nervous i am now.

''Just relax, we've both had a pretty shitty day, why not relax?'' he lifts his hand up higher until hes almost touching me. Oh my god.

''If i say yes this doesn't mean anything, okay'' Is this a good idea, probably not, but i'm drunk and really fucking horny so fuck it.

He pulls me onto his lap ''You say no its a no, you say yes its a yes, you say its nothing then its nothing, what you say goes''

''Fuck it'' i pull him down to me and kiss him, and oh fuck he tastes good, like mint and alcohol.

He's holding me by my hips and grinding me down onto him, hes already hard ''fuck your so hot'' he says making his way down my neck. He picks me up from under my thighs ''where is your bedroom''

''Straight down the hall first left'' he drops me on the bed and crawls between my legs slowly pulling my shorts and panties down.

''Fuck, how long has it been baby, your soaking'' i really don't want to give him that answer, so I ignore him.

He puts his tongue on my lips and i already feel like i'm about to burst and he hasn't even gone near my clit ''Satoru'' i moan.

''How long baby, i wont lick you again if you don't tell me''

This asshole ''I don't know like...three years''

His smile drops ''how are you alive''

''Not all of us have a sex addiction'' he licks my clit this time and fuccckkk.

''I don't have a sex addiction'' he keeps licking''

''How many times have you called me late at night to 'leave to deal with a work emergency' because you wanted to get away from a woman'' he nips my thigh. ''Ow Satoru'' i hiss.

''I love it when you say my name'' he slides two fingers in me and it doesn't take him long to find that spot.

My legs start to shake and my thighs clamp around his head and then i'm seeing stars. Fuck i'm cumming already. He's good, easily my best, ill never tell him that of course.

When i think he's done he keeps going, overstimulating me ''wait Satoru, it's to much'' i moan out.

''How are you supposed to expect me to stop when you say my name like that, anyways I need to get you ready for me'' not long after he says that does he draw circles on my clit with that magic tongue and fuck i'm seeing stars again.

''Satoru'' i moan. Finally he pulls away from me. He pulls my hoodie over my head and see's i'm not wearing anything under it.

''Fuckkkkkk'' he kisses my neck and make his way down to my nipple and takes the left one in his mouth, letting me grind myself on his thigh.

He pulls himself back up to kneel in between my thighs ''I to be in you'' he pulls his fly down ''do you have protection''

''I haven't had sex in four years, so no'' this idiot

He smiles at me, what the hell is he smiling at ''thought you said three years''

''Shut up'' i grit out ''i'm on the pill, just pull out''

I've never seen this man smile more than after that sentence ''fuck yes baby'' he rips off his shirt and pulls down his sweatpants and fuck, no wonder these women keep coming back, easily 8 inches and fat to. Maybe he was right in making sure i was ready, this one time he was right.

''You ready baby'' he says stroking himself and lining himself up to my entrance.

I nod and that's all the confirmation he needs, he pushes himself in all the way ''fuckkkk baby your so fucking tight'' and fuckkkkk, hes right again, It's hitting just right, no man's fingers let alone his cock could hit that deep, but here the one man i thought I'd never sleep with is eight inches deep and i'm loving every second of it.

He starts thrusting at a slowed pace but doesn't take long to build up a rough fast pace. He lifts my legs up to my shoulder's and if i didn't think he was hitting the spot before, he sure is now.

He's not shy about showing how he enjoys sex, hes moaning and grunting just as much as me and it's turning me on more than i've ever been turned on before. He throws his head back in pure bliss ''Fuck baby, where is it''

I can't even think when hes hammering into that spot ''where's what'' i moan in between his thrusts.

''Your vibrator, you haven't had a cock in four years, you definitely have one'' he smiles. I stare at him in shock, how does know that.

''Em, in the nightstand'' without pulling out he grabs the bullet from the nightstand and puts it over my left nipple ''FUCK'' i moan.

Slowly he brings the vibrator down to my clit and in less than a minute i'm seeing stars. He doesn't stop there, he keeps abusing that spot and my clit. The only noises in the room is our skin and moans and before long i'm coming around him again. ''Fuck baby your so hot when you cum''

Tears are streaming down my face from the overstimulation, fuck its all to much, hes to much. ''Come on baby, just one more beautiful'' he lets my legs down and lays above me ''your so sexy baby he says kissing my neck comforting me ''your okay just give me one more''

''Satoru'' i moan and i'm cumming with him.

8 hours later:

Oh yeah that happened

note:

This is the second story i've written so the grammar and pacing might be a bit off but hope you enjoy and please id love some constructive criticism.

another note:

In this story i talked about pulling out, if your having sex pulling out doesn't work, please be careful and use protection.

[esta-elavaris]

Tagged by @wanderdreamer thank you 💜💜

Favorite Color: if we're just going by the ones I wear the most, black, green, red, and gold. Big fan of the red nails and red lipstick combo. This is just a tricky one, though, because I'm a fan of every colour in the right context. But I'm a big ol' goth so that influences things lolol.

Last Song: Passion's Killing Floor - HIM (god, Ville Valo's lyrics tho)

Last Movie: Last Night in Soho -- this is a weird one for me because uhhh like the protagonist I absolutely did not Do Well when I went to uni in London from a personal standpoint, so watching it always brings that back, but it's such a good movie.

Currently Watching: I've been slowly picking my way through Snowpiercer with a one episode per night at most pace. I watched the first ~season and a half a little over a year ago so it's been fun to come back to! I'm so bad for "watching" things by putting them on as background noise while I write, and then I have no idea what's actually going on, so it's been a nice change of pace to actually just sit and properly watch something for an hour each evening.

Other Stuff I Watched This Year: The Great, which I really enjoyed once I got used to the tone of it. I also keep meaning to catch up with Peaky Blinders, but it's one of those that you really have to properly watch and like I said I'm bad at that. I also want to rewatch Outlander from the beginning before I get into the new and final season, so that could be a good background noise shout! Also slowly getting into The White Lotus. And I finally completed the Sopranos this month, after swearing I would for years and somehow (?!?!) managing to avoid spoilers for the ending.

Oooo also the Serpent Queen! Didn't expect to enjoy that one as much as I did!

Shows I Dropped This Year: There've been quite a few but I could not name them because I tend to get 30 mins in, realise every character could die in the next scene and I would not care, and that's that. The Last of Us fell victim to that. I got to a point where I was so bored and only watching it for the hype, which is no reason to do anything you don't enjoy.

Currently Reading: God, getting a Switch lite decimated my previously very good reading habit this month, but I'm getting back into it. Currently rereading The Two Towers (just finished the Helm's Deep chapter), and reading David Goggins' second book for the first time. I like having a non-fiction one on the go because I always find it inspiring, whereas fiction is just pure escapism for me 💜

Thank you for the tag! I enjoyed it!

Tagging @ass-deep-in-demons, @neverisle, @scyllas-revenge, @quillofspirit and @trenko-heart

[b4kuch1n]

starfolks

[joonie-beanie]

The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

Masterlist

I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair. 

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

 Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again. 

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass. 

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s  the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for. 

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise. 

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart. 

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions. 

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music. 

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”

[teddy06writes]

Noisy neighbors

Wilbur X reader

requested: no

trigger warnings: swearing

premise: you rent an office in the same building as Wilbur and even though he does his best to stream at night when he won’t disturb anyone random screaming can be pretty disrupting

‘-’ thinking 

“-” talking

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Three months you had been renting this office and so far you’d managed to avoid the people with offices on either side of your own. That was until tonight. 

You’d been staying late to finish a paper, a quick job you’d told yourself, nothing too long, just a few paragraphs before you headed back to you flat, that was two hours ago now. 

The sky had long since turned dark outside the windows, the sounds of the city on a chilly Tuesday night coming muffled through the walls, the to go cup of coffee sitting to the right of your computer long cold as you stared at the monitor, struggling to find the right wording. 

Sighing you sat up, the curser still blinking emptily at you as you grimaced at the cold coffee. 

‘god why didn’t I go home earlier?’ you thought, tossing the cup into the bin.

You leaned back in your chair, already trying to brainstorm more of your work when the calm was mostly broken by a half yell of, “Oh- Oh no! no!” From the next office over. 

Rubbing at your temples you looked over at the wall wearily, it was at least the 7th shout tonight. 

‘It’s only a few more lines,’ you thought, quietly going back to working.

“He isn’t going to be able to reac- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” 

You groaned, “What the fuck?” 

That was the last straw, angrily you stood up, shoving your chair back in and grabbing the mask off the corner of your desk, it may have been late but that was no reason to avoid a confrontation. 

Pulling on your mask you quickly opened the door to your office, turning and knocking on the door of the one to the right, yelling, “Oi! There's other people in this damn building you know?!” 

From inside you could make out someone muttering, “Shit. You guys, I’m in trouble now because of you.” 

A moment later the door opened to a tall man with unruly hair in a yellow jumper, awkwardly adjusting his mask, “Hi, um, I’m sorry-”

You rolled your eyes, “Apologies aren’t going to change the fact that my paper is due tomorrow, and you keep screaming.” 

“I- Do you know what twitch is?” He was definitely grasping for something to explain with. 

“If you are about to tell me that I came over here to yell at you whilst you were doing a twitch stream I might scream,” You ran a hand through your (H/c) hair annoyed, “Are you seriously a streamer?” 

“Uh, yeah, I was doing a you laugh you lose stream.” He looked down at his feet, “I’m- uh, I’m Wilbur Soot.” 

“(y/n).” 

“I really am terribly sorry.” 

You sighed again, “Just keep it down alright. Some of us have real jobs.” 

With that you turned, going back into you office, and unable to help yourself, quietly pulled up twitch and search for his name. 

The stream that appeared on your screen showed the man from next door was slowly sitting back down, “Guys- guys I got told off by the person next door.” 

You smirked, watching as the chat filled with ‘f’s.

Wilbur berried  his face in his hands, “And they were cute! God, I- whatever- back to the stupid videos.” 

Later that night you had finally finished the paper, packed up and headed out into the crisp air, inhaling deeply as you started off towards your flat. 

“(y/n)! Wait (y/n)!” 

you sighed, turning to see Wilbur running towards you, “What?” 

“I really am sorry. Let me walk with you?” 

You sighed, nodding reluctantly. 

Over the next few months you got to know Wilbur better, and as more than just an office neighbor. 

He was a bit clumsy and awkward, but sweet and kind as well, always doing his best to make you laugh when you hung out. 

You ended up becoming good friends with him, even jokingly exchanging extra keys to your offices, not fully seeing how much the gesture had moved him.

One day, as summer was beginning to draw to a close, you were headed out of your office early, having for once gotten things done on time, passing a gangly blond boy and another brunette on your way out. 

“Excuse me?” The blonde asked. 

“Yeah?” You turned to look at him again, confused to find the voice slightly familiar. 

“Do you know which office belongs to a Wilbur Soot?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Should I really be telling people that?” 

“uhhhhh, I’m friends with George not found.” 

The brunette barley held back a laugh, and it was then you noticed the camera he was holding, and you chuckled yourself, “It’s just up the stairs.” 

Tommy pumped his fist, turning to the camera David held up, “We gottem boys.”

He charged up the stairs, David hurrying after him after stopping the camera, catching up with Tommy as he examined two different keys he’d found in Wilbur’s wallet, “Which one do you reckon?” 

“Uh, try that one.” 

It didn’t fit in the lock on the first office door, And David squinted through the small window at the top of the door, “Maybe it’s the wrong office?”

The next door swung open easily with the first key, and Tommy let himself into your office, muttering, “Wow, nice place.” 

Turning to David he grinned, “I should go live from his computer.” 

“That is a horrible idea.” 

“It’ll be funny!” 

“Oh god.” 

Tommy somehow managed to log into your computer, pulling up twitch and starting to sign in to his own account, because he wasn’t a monster, except, because naturally Tommy being an idiot, he managed not too, instead, clicking ‘go live’ on Wilbur’s account, still logged in from when Wilbur had tried to convince his viewers he’d moved. 

It didn’t take Wilbur long to find where Tommy had gone, and so quickly heading up the stairs to his office he got very confused upon seeing the lights of his office still off. 

Phil had told him he’d gotten the notification that Tommy was live from Wilbur's account so why was his office still locked?

Looking over he saw all the lights of your office on and immediately began to panic.

Tommy turned quickly upon hearing the knocking on the door, “Um, it’s- it’s locked!” 

“Tommy open this god damn door!” 

David reached over and opened the door, leaving Wilbur to lean in, “What the fuck are you doing? How the fuck did you get in here?” 

“uhhh.” 

“Tommy! How did you get my wallet? Are you live?” His voice got louder with every word and even Tommy could tell he was panicking, “Tommy this isn’t my office!” 

“It’s not?” 

“NO!” He berried his head in his hands. 

“Whos is it? Why did you have a key?” 

“It’s (y/ns) office Tommy! That’s why- Get out! Get out of there office!” Wilbur practically dragged Tommy out of the chair, quickly ending the stream and turning off your computer, “Tommy you fucking idiot! What are they gonna think?” 

“Well if we tidy up, and lock the door they’ll never- wait, do you like them?” Tommy’s tone became accusative. 

“N- no.” Wilbur stuttered, face already starting to go red. 

Tommy rolled his eyes, unconvinced, “Yeah sure, come on, they won’t even no that we’ve been here.” 

“Yeah, no one will ever know,” You said from the door way, having joined the live stream long enough to see Tommy was in the wrong office, “Except for every person on that live stream.” 

Wilbur turned quickly, “(y/n) I am so sorry- I didn’t- he took my wallet- I shouldn’t have had your key with mine. I- I’m sorry.” 

You half nodded along, “ah huh, kid- Tommy- whatever, when I said just up the stairs I did not mean my office.” 

Tommy turned red, “I-” 

“Get your ass out of my office.” Tommy quickly jumped up, scurrying out, David following, as you turned to Wilbur, who was still blushing awkwardly. 

“How much of that, did you hear, before the acting like we weren’t here bit?” 

You smiled, “Enough.” and quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Come on, you’ve left all your friends jet lagged and outside.”

[allthingskakashi]

• Bells and Balls •

[ Kakashi x Reader ]

Tags : NSFW, Smut

Words : 4.8k

A/n: I wrote over 4k words just to get some dick.

Okay sbsbajash idk I'd been working on this for like a whole week and i couldn't concentrate on anything unless i finished this lmao so here it is whatever, I can't drag this around anymore. Uhhh hope you like it I'm still not very good at writing smut im sorry. This takes place in the post Anbu and pre team 7 era and Kakashi’s a bit of an asshole but you know you still love him. This is also a little similar to my other fic ‘Yearning’ but here you get the s e x and i’m sorry if the characterization is bad, i put more focus on making it hot i guess ok ill shut up now i hope you like it

You give the sheet of paper in your hand one final glance, and look around the room. There’s a long line behind you and you’re surrounded by your fellow jounins, each here to submit their respective lists.

You were extremely happy with the performance of your team and didn’t have to think twice before passing them. You had no doubt that they would make wonderful shinobi. You looked forward to teaching and guiding them, and judging by the chatter around you, most other jounins had passed their teams too.

The trouble, however, remains with Kakashi Hatake.

A few weeks ago, you had all been named squad leaders and put in charge of a squad, and today was your very first day with your assigned teams. As instructed, each of you conducted a test for the genin and depending upon whether they passed or failed, the final list would be announced.

No one till date had ever passed Kakashi Hatake's infamous test, and everyone was sure that no one would this year either. Most genin trembled in fear of him, being aware of his strict methods.

And as it happens, at this moment, this infamous man is right in front you, standing with his back hunched forward as he hands his paper in to the woman behind the desk.

You wait for your turn, your eyes fixating on the red symbol on his vest as you wonder, ruefully, about the fate of the students he must have failed this time.

You take a step forward as he turns around, having submitted his paper, and the line moves up behind you.

Kakashi peeks briefly at your paper as he passes, letting out an audible scoff at the list in your hand before walking on ahead, hands tucked in his pockets.

You’re momentarily confused by this sudden act, but something is already starting to boil up inside you. You aren’t exactly known for being placid, nor for sitting by and allowing people to give you crap. Your eyebrows furrow as you hastily thrust your sheet onto the desk, before making your way to follow after him.

“Do you have a problem?” you call to his back as a few heads turn towards you.

He stops, taking his time turning back to look at you, half lidded eyes looking as indifferent as always.

His demeanour pushes you further to the edge and you take a few steps closer, craning your neck to meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

He peers down at you unfazed, completely oblivious to the audience around you, as if they are not even there.

“You’re too soft”, he shrugs. “You don’t know how the shinobi world works” he says bluntly, piercing you with his unwavering gaze.

You glare back at him, your mouth twitching with the sled of retorts forming at the back of your tongue.

“Who gave you the right to—"

But he’s already turning away from you, your eyes meeting with the red symbol of his vest once again.

“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me!” you yell, going forward to stop him, but he saunters on ahead without turning back; his scent lingering in the air as you stand there, watching his figure disappear slowly along the hallway, your fury seething inside you.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

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 “Thank you! This is just what I needed.” you chime, digging into the hot bowl of ramen in front of you, your mouth salivating just at the look of it.

You take a big mouthful, revelling in the immediate burst of flavours on your tongue.

“Mmmm.” You moan, “You’ve outdone yourself, Ayame!”

The young girl smiles at you in delight, proceeding to serve you another helping.

You take another blissful bite, closing your eyes to relish the moment.

The streets are quiet around you except for the faint chirp of crickets, as is expected at this hour of the night. It must be past midnight by now, you’re not exactly sure.

You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, the encounter with Kakashi from earlier today had you feeling bitter and edgy. You hated that he was in your head, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like you to be this bothered by some mindless comments from someone. You’d had altercations before, worse ones, but they were never enough to steal away your night’s sleep.

And yet, this time…

You had to do something to take the edge off, ideally punch him in the face, but since that was not the plausible choice, you settled for the next best thing. Going for a run and treating yourself to your favourite comfort food later.  

So here you are now, out at night all by yourself. The Ichiraku shop was still open, bless the lords.

You slurp some of the soup from the bowl and let out a loud smack of your lips.

You can feel your spirits lifting, and you’re glad for it. He wasn’t in your head after all, you were just having a bad day, that’s all.

You shift your focus back to the bowl in front of you, moaning and slurping as you go.

“Whoa there, Get a room.”

The sudden interruption of the familiar voice makes you stop cold.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You look up from your bowl, turning your head around to see none other than Kakashi Hatake, standing smug in all his glory.

The strange pang of bitterness is back in the depths of your stomach and you resist the urge to punch that smug look off his face.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake, the all-knowing wisenheimer.” you say, your tone snide. “Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some genin to fail?”

He comes around to take a seat on the stool beside you, a smirk evident through his mask, almost as if he’s enjoying this.

“I’ve already failed them” he smiles sweetly at you. “Worked up quite an appetite too.” He says, looking away from you to place his order.

You notice as Ayame notes his order down, the distinct shade of pink that tinges her cheeks as does, before turning away and disappearing into the supplies room at the back of the shop.

Ugh. What is with this guy? Why is it so….

You don’t realise you’re staring at him until he looks back at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. You supress your startlement at being caught, pretending as if you’d meant to be glaring at him.

“What the hell are you even doing out here so late?” you spurt, trying to sound irritated but it comes out sounding almost…concerned?

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. “I could ask you the same.”

You look away, unwilling to answer. You were out here to get him out of your head, and now here you are, sitting beside him in a ramen shop while the entire village sleeps.

It almost feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The feeling makes something churn inside your stomach.

You dab your mouth with your napkin, before swivelling on the stool to face him. You look at him intently, studying his features. He stares back at you, as if waiting for you to say something.

“Why?” you ask, catching him off guard with it.

“Why what?”

“Why does no one pass your test? What’s so difficult about it?” you ask, gaze fixated on him. You expect him to look uncomfortable but he just shrugs.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious” you reply truthfully, watching him smirk at your answer.  

You hate it when he smirks, how his face looks when he’s being cocky.

Ugh.

He swivels in his chair now, turning his body towards you. “Is that so?”, he says through the smirk, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning in.

You don’t know why, but something about his tone and the way he leans in makes it difficult for you to breathe all of a sudden.

But you’re not one to be fazed.

“Yes” you reply, refusing to let yourself crumple under his gaze. Your voice comes out sounding hoarse, and you clear your throat.

He smirks wider at your reply and stretches the next words out.

“If you’re so curious…Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Your heart thuds like clapper clanging against a bell. You resist the urge to gulp.

Was it this hot when I left the house?

You clear your throat again. “I don’t have the time to take part in your stupid games”

The smirk is adamant on his lips, his gaze unnerving.

He breathes, “Do you not have the time…or do you not have the balls?”

His tone is challenging. Or inviting. Or both, you’re not really sure, you’re not thinking straight anymore.

Your jacket is too hot against your skin, you writhe beneath the thick material.

Sliding off the stool, you walk slowly towards him, erasing the space in between you bit by bit with each step, until your bodies are a few inches away from touching. Your eyes bore into each other’s as if in silent battle. It’s your turn to smirk now.

“Training Grounds in 20 mins” you whisper. Despite the hitch in your breath, your voice is clear. “Don’t be late.”

You walk past him without breaking your gaze, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you walk by, perhaps a little harder than necessary, leaving Kakashi to stare after you.

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You sit on the damp grass with your back against a tree, waiting. Your jacket lies in a puddle beside you.

You count the weapons in your bag, you hadn’t exactly come out prepared for a fight tonight. Two kunai knives, that’s all.

Would that be enough to take down the copy ninja? You hope so. There’s no way you’re letting him win. It’s time someone taught him a lesson and you would love to be that someone. The nerve of him…to actually challenge you.

He really needs to get a life. But then, here you are too…

Why am I here? What am I even doing?

You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the hard bark, your eyebrows furrowing the way they always do when you’re deep in thought.

Back at the shop… the way he spoke…the look in his eyes— God, Stop. Stop it.

Who the fuck cares about the look in his eyes?

Not me.

It’s okay. I’m good.

We’re here to teach this asshole a lesson. An asshole, that’s what he is. Insufferable and stupid and smug and ridiculously ho— horrible. Ridiculously horrible.

You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and standing up so fast that it makes your head dizzy for a brief second. You start walking around, jerking your arms and legs, stretching your neck, even slapping yourself a few times on the face to make yourself focus.

Yes, I need to focus. The lack of sleep is getting to me.

You crouch down to tighten your shoelaces, before getting up and starting some stretching exercises. Gotta loosen the muscles, make sure you have full flexibility. After all, taking on Kakashi Hatake all by yourself is probably not going to be a piece of cake.

You look down to check your attire: running shorts and a tank top, not fully ideal but it’ll do.

You’re bent over, in the midst of doing rotating toe touches when your eyes fall upon a silhouette far ahead, nearing closer and closer. You pause, standing up straight with your hands on your hips as the figure walks slowly towards you, a faint jingling noise ringing through the air, as Kakashi finally comes near enough for you to make out his face in the dim light.

“Late as always” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kakashi stands a few feet away from you, holding something in one hand, other hand inside his pocket. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore either, you observe.

“Sorry, had to go get this” he says, holding up what looks like two small bells with strings attached.

You squint at it, coming closer to get a better look. “What the hell is that?”

“Bells”, he smiles. “That’s the test. You have to get these bells from me. You can use any attack you want but… since you’re not a genin, I’ll raise the stakes a little higher for you. You cannot use ninjutsu or genjustu. It has to be purely physical attacks. You have till dawn.”

This little fucker. He knows taijutsu is not my strong point.

But fine. If that’s how he wants to play this, so be it. I’m taking him down one way or another.

“Dawn?” you chuckle, fixing him with your gaze. “I don’t need till dawn” you sneer, coming forward with a kick aimed to his head. He blocks it just as you’re about to make contact, grasping your ankle in his strong hold.

“I didn’t say start yet” he says through a smirk, letting go of your foot.

You take a few steps backwards, glowering at him as he ties the bells to a loop on his trousers. They hang over his thighs with a jingle, silver metal glimmering in the moonlight.

He looks back up at you, eyes twinkling with an unusual sparkle.

There’s that look again…

“Go” he commands, his body tensing up into a defensive stance immediately, ready for you.

You fix your gaze on the shiny metal of your goal and hurl yourself forward, your arms meeting each other’s in blows and defences. You throw a few kicks to his stomach, making him tumble but not enough to knock him out.

You shift your stance, before directing another punch to his face; he deflects it, sniggering.

Okay okay okay, I’m not focusing. I need to focus.

You take a deep breath.

Kakashi stands waiting, his features emanating pure amusement.

You feel a restlessness brewing within you, a strange energy buzzing through your veins. You’d been itching to punch him in the face and now’s your chance.

You watch him, mentally calculating all your options. His silver hair shines like moonbeams in the dark.

FOCUS.

Drawing a kunai from your bag, you lunge forward, distracting him with a kick to the head as your kunai slashes through the air, just about to cut across the strings when— your hand is caught in his grasp, a ‘slap!’ cutting through the air as his palm clasps around your wrist.

He bores into you, your wrist held firmly in his hand as he turns you around swiftly, gripping both your wrists at the back.

You feel the muscles of his chest against your body as he comes closer, the metal bells hanging over his leg brushing against your fingertips behind you.

You wriggle your hands, trying to break free but it’s in vain. His grip is firm, slender fingers digging into your skin as he leans into your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Not so fast” he whispers, his lips almost brushing the top of your ears.

The words send a shudder through your spine. You feel the black sky closing in on you, there’s a hum springing through your veins.

He loosens his grip as your hands fall, the kunai held limply in your hand. You turn around, your heart skipping a beat at how close he is to you. You feel your resolve weakening.

No.

No.

Stop.

Your hand flies to the collar of his shirt, the other hand holding the kunai to his throat as you push him backwards with your body, your eyes blazing into his.  

Keeping the kunai at his throat, you lower your other hand slowly, brushing it down his chest, his muscles taut under your hand. You trail your hand down along the line of his sternum, down the firmness of his stomach and further down, your fingers lightly caressing the bulge of his trousers before they almost make contact with the bells alongside, right there, just a flick away—

so close—

Before your wrist is caught in a sudden, fast clutch again.

His grip is much stronger this time, unyielding, hungry. Your bones ache beneath his hold.  

You watch something ignite in his eyes as his shoulders rise and fall in rhythm to your heaves. You suddenly realise how out of breath you are.

In the flash of a moment, Kakashi grips your kunai holding hand, holding it away from his throat as he pushes you, the weight of his body pressing onto yours as your feet scrape along the ground, stumbling backwards till your back slams against a tree, the force making your body jolt. The kunai slips from your hand.

His arms pin you defenceless against the tree, his gaze holding you hostage, burning through your skin.

The touch of his skin against yours feels alien. When was the last time you felt the warmth of someone’s skin? You cannot recall.

He’s so close to you, you cannot see anything beyond him.

In the dark, under the moonlight, the edges of his face look softened.

A wind passes by, the sound of rustling leaves filling through the silence. A volcano erupts within you.

Now.

You gulp. Up this close, you can make out the outline of his mouth.

Now.

Your lips press into Kakashi’s in a desperate lurch, your neck straining to meet him as far as his grip on you allows. Your heart explodes like firecrackers inside your chest as your tongue pushes against the cloth of his mask, demanding to be let in.

You feel his grip loosen around your wrists as the mask is off and he reciprocates, his lips on yours, his hand gripping your chin up as his tongue moves in fervent swirls inside your mouth.

A thousand questions swarm inside your head, buzzing but you’re not being controlled by your head anymore. You can feel the thud of his chest against your own.

He trails his hand down to your throat, holding you in place, other hand exploring every edge and curve of your body before it snakes down the waistband of your shorts, down the elastic of your underwear.

You gasp, arching your back as you feel the touch of his long fingers down there, moaning helplessly into his mouth as he rubs along your wet entrance in rapid strokes.

Your head is a dizzy mess of jumbled emotions as yearning overpowers your senses, your previous resolve weakening into a mushy puddle with every stroke and thrum of his fingers inside you.

He pulls away from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, his tongue painting patterns along your skin as you catch a glimpse of his face and you see it— his face, glowing under the moonlight. And you realise.

He’s…beautiful.

An overwhelming ache breaks through your senses, creating a frenzied whirlwind of passion and agony in your mind. Your detestation for him crumbles into pieces underneath the weight of your desire, as you realise…

You don’t hate him.

You never did.

Not even close.

Not even a little bit.

Not even at all.

You pull his face up to meet your lips again, planting urgent kisses on his mouth as your hands tease the hem of his shirt. His fingers slip out of you and you can feel the wetness of your panties, soaked through with arousal.

“Kakashi…” you whisper in pleasure as he looms over you, your foreheads touching, out of breath and heaving with exhilaration. His eyes burn with the same passion that you feel inside.

“We can’t…shouldn’t…here…people...” you mutter in struggled breaths, as he plants another kiss to your lips, the sparks from it fogging your mind

“Since when do you care about people?” he whispers against your ear, his raspy voice enough to strip you off of all your remaining sense and judgement.

You pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground beside as he follows, taking off your shirt and then unhooking your bra, tossing both away as his hands reach for you in hungry clutches.

His hands caress your breasts, pressing them and pulling on your hardened nipples, his mouth following soon after. His lips lock around them, sucking hard as you bury your face into his broad shoulders, biting lightly to keep yourself from screaming.

You sink your fingers into his hair, tugging softly as his mouth moves in a wet trail further down your body, strands of his hair tickling your stomach as he goes, his hands tugging your panties, sliding them down the curves of your hips.

Your heart thuds in your ears as Kakashi sits crouching in front of you, parting your legs. He looks up at you, as if asking for your permission, and you give it to him by pulling the back of his head closer between your legs.

He puts your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you for him, his other hand clutching the back of your left thigh as his mouth teases you down there.

The tip of his tongue flicks at your entrance, before it finds your weakest spot, and you feel your body shuddering, barely able to keep your balance.

You tug at his hair harder as his tongue moves skilfully inside you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit simultaneously. You feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as you moan out his name “K-Kakashi…” through trembling lips.

Your insides shudder and a deep moan forms at the back of your throat, threatening to escape as Kakashi puts his hand over your mouth, before pulling you down on top of him with a sudden tug.  

You come down with a thud on his thighs, your body jolting with the force as you watch him in front of you, the copy ninja… bare bodied and heaving in front of your eyes.

Who would have thought…

You straddle him, admiring his unclad torso, before pushing his shoulders down with your hands, making him lie back on the grass as you stoop over him. His eyes are fixated on you, pure pleasure making itself known on his face.

He really is beautiful.

You bend forward, your mouth exploring the smoothness of the skin on his chest, as a strange cold feeling down there distracts you.

You look down, squinting in the dark to find yourself sitting on two glimmering metal balls placed over his thigh.

The bells.

A thrill runs through your nerves as you smirk, glancing up at him.

He’s noticed it too.

His eyes return the same sparkle of mischief as yours as he lies still, waiting.

You press your hands down on his chest, locking your gaze with his as you position yourself over the bells, tilting your head back as you move back and forth over them.

The cold metal of the bells rubs against you, sending tremors through your entire body.

Your gaze at Kakashi again, watching him squirm at the sight of you, his hands twitching to feel your skin.

You keep your eyes on him as you slide down slightly on his thigh, tugging his trousers down as you go. Your hands find the base of his cock as you allow yourself to admire his throbbing length.

He leans his head back on the grass and you feel him getting harder in your hands.

Forming your hand into a fist around him, you move it up and down along his shaft in slow steady strokes, leaning down to bring your mouth closer to his tip, before swirling your tongue in circles around his skin.

His hips tremble as he clutches onto the grass, writhing.

Your lips clasp around his cock, mouth slurping up and down his length, taking your time sliding down to the base and back up, your hands following suit.

You tease him, switching between the tip of your tongue and your whole mouth, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

He quivers and you sit back up, bending forward over his face and pressing your lips on his. A groan from his mouth erupts inside yours as he clutches your hips.

His hands guide your hips back and forth over his length, your lips trembling as he slips into you, his cock finally inside you, pushing into you, filling you as deep as you can be filled.

A new rush of pleasure burns through your senses, your insides stretching as you move your hips around him, back and forth and then in circles.

“A-a-ah...mm…yeah…”, your muffled moans cut through the depths of the forest in the silence of the night.

Kakashi breathes your name, the eruption of your name from his lips enough to send you to a frenzy, filling your heart with drunken fervour.

You moan his name back in reply, hopping up and down on him as his arm snakes behind your waist and he flips you over in a sudden, swift movement, the weight of his body falling over you now.

You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, unwilling to break away even for a second.

You want him so, so bad.

The pointy peaks of grass underneath poke your skin, your nails digging into his back as he nibbles on your neck, thrusting deep, deep into you.

You feel the familiar shudder from earlier again, your mind getting clouded with waves of pleasure coursing through you. Kakashi’s grunts quaver in your ear as you feel his hips jerk in tune to yours.

There’s a tantalizing jolt of ecstasy through your body as you scream out, your quivering voice matching his grunts as you both put a hand over the other’s mouth, your muffled moans melting into each other’s skin. He quivers inside you for a final time before you feel him slipping out of you, as hot wet cum trickles along the insides of your thighs, dripping into the dewy grass beneath.

Droplets of sweat from his hair drips down on you, tasting salty in your mouth. You heave together in exhaustion as he plops down on you, before rolling to the side.

You lie on your back panting, your entire body damp with sweat.

Languor threatens to take over you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, looking up into the night sky.

You see a firefly glowing above your head. You lift a lazy hand to reach it, but it flies away far above, becoming one with the twinkling stars in the sky.

Soft sounds of Kakashi’s breath echo beside you, his foot still touching yours lightly as the both of you lie heaving under the stars.

He turns his head to look at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you try, with all the fibres in your body, to not look back at him.

You know you won’t be able to hold yourself together any longer if you do.

He extends a hand towards you. “That was…”

“Sshhh… Shut up” you say in a slumberous whisper, moving closer into his arm, putting your own around him, your head buried into chest as you feel your eyes getting heavy…not able to stay awake anymore. You feel Kakashi envelope you in his arms, the warmth from his skin against the cold air lulling you to sleep, your mind becoming foggy as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off somewhere far, far away…

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Your eyes open to the chirping of birds perched on the branches above, rays of morning light casting a rosy glow in the horizon.

You watch the half light in the distance, rubbing your eyes, smiling to yourself.

The night had taken with it the black clouds of denial fogging your mind, your heart is as clear as day now.

You turn your head just in time to see Kakashi opening his eyes, his eyes puffy, imprints of grass marking his soft cheek.

You smile at him as he looks at you, lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning” he yawns, tapping over his mouth with his palm.

“I won.”

“Hmm?” he asks groggily, eyes still adjusting to the light.

You hold up the two small bells in front of him, they jingle over his face.

He chuckles. “I don’t think so. It’s past dawn”

“I took them off before. I won.”

He laughs again, his face lighting up in a way you’d never seen before. He looks even more beautiful in the daylight.

“In all fairness y/n, there are no losers here.”

You laugh along with him now, reaching across and smoothening the imprints on his cheek, keeping your hand there, cupping his cheek.

“So, I passed?” you ask, looking at him, inching closer.

He looks back at you, with the same look from earlier in his eyes.

But you’re not turning yourself blind to it anymore.

“Top of the class” he laughs, pulling you closer, nuzzling your nose with his before pressing his lips into yours.

Notes :-

Did I quote 10 Things I Hate About You on a Kakashi Smut?

Yes, yes i did.

[arminbitchlover]

reincarnated lovers (3)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: reader and armin decide to give the start of their relationship a second chance.

word count: 3.7k

content warnings: content warning: mentions of drug use, vaginal and oral sex (F & M receiving), a slight insinuation of overstimulation, fingering, praise, & creampie

“Wow, you have a nice apartment.” Armin opens the door for you, and you gaze at his spacious apartment in awe.

“No need to flatter me.” He slightly chuckles, placing his keys on the small table against the wall.

“Trust me, I would never.” You tease as he grabs your hand and leads you to his kitchen.

You immediately take notice of how modern and simplistic his home is. The color palette throughout his apartment is cool tones, mostly consisting of white and gray. It somewhat makes you feel like you're in a museum rather than someone’s house. He doesn't have any pictures of family or friends on his wall, not even a frame of him and Eren.

“How do you feel about pancakes?” He crouches down to the bottom cabinet and pulls out a baby blue griddle.

“That actually sounds amazing right now.” You place your stomach in your hand, realizing how queasy you feel with only alcohol in your stomach.

“Could you get the pancake mix from the pantry, please?” He smiles at you while grabbing the oil from the upper shelf and placing it on the counter.

You open the door and instantly spot a never-ending pile of ramen neatly stacked on the floor. Adorable. Your eyes shift to the box of pancake mix on the middle shelf that's surrounded by other dessert mixes and grab it. You walk over to Armin, who already took out the ingredients with a bowl, measuring cups, and a spoon that's nicely arranged next to the griddle.

“I’m letting you know right now, I am not a gourmet chef so you cannot complain about the results,” He playfully warns you as he opens up the pancake mix.

“Armin, we’re making box pancakes. Not even from scratch.” You laugh, pulling out the plastic bag from the box, and cutting it open.

“You don’t have to make me feel bad about it.” He fakes a pout as he starts to pour the oil into the measuring cup.

You try to give him a serious look, but immediately break out into a smile when he makes eye contact with you. He hands you the ingredients while you incorporate everything into the bowl, enjoying the presence of one another.

As you pour the batter on the griddle, Armin starts asking you random questions from your dream job as a kid to your biggest fears in life. While it was somewhat arbitrary, you thought how cute he looked while he listened to absolutely every single word that came from your lips. Occasionally, while you're busy flipping pancakes and answering his questions, he gets a quick glimpse at your slightly parted lips, but you never seem to notice.

"You're a really interesting person, you know." He leans back against the counter, watching you place your dinner onto the plates.

"I doubt that very much." You argue while taking the plates to his dinner table.

"Well, I think otherwise, and you still haven't thanked me for making dinner for our date." He rolls his eyes but quickly breaks character, seeing the confused look on your face.

"Huh, so it wasn't you that was just sitting on your ass and questioning me as if I was at a job interview?" You joke with him, taking the seat that's across from him.

"I have no recollection of such." He smirks as he walks over to the refrigerator and grabs two water bottles.

"Thank you." You takes the water bottle out of his hand, taking notice of how pretty his hands looked around your beverage.

He smiles and sits down, eyeing what he thought to be the best-looking pancakes he's ever seen.

"Well, enough about me, I want to get to know you now." You make eye contact, holding it a bit longer than needed before looking down and cutting up your meal, not wanting to make yourself look weird.

"Ask away." He opens his water and takes a quick sip.

"How were you like as a kid?" You begin eating your pancakes, waiting for Armin to answer.

"I was and still am a quiet kid. I've always minded my own business, so I didn't have many friends growing up. I only had Eren and Mikasa and we only met because they defended me when they saw some older kids messing with me." You look up at him, only to be met with a neutral face.

"I'm sorry about that, Armin." You break eye contact, worried that you may have just ruined his night by making him reminiscent.

"Don't apologize, I stopped thinking about those assholes a long time ago." He gives you a reassuring smile as he continues to eat his food.

"I'm happy to hear that." You take a swig from your water bottle, thinking of the next question to ask him. "What's your favorite memory? Whether it be from last week or years ago." You lighten the mood, immediately noticing Armin break out into a huge grin.

"There was this one time during senior year in high school with Eren and Mikasa and we smoked weed but for Eren, it was his first time. So, I guess to like 'impress'," He starts giggling as he does air quotes, "me and Mikasa, he decided to take a long ass hit and it completely backfired on him. When he first breathed out, he started coughing but tried holding it back, but he just started hacking nonstop, and every time he tried drinking water, he would just spit it back up." He throws his head back, cracking up while finishing his story.

"So, you enjoy watching other people suffer?" You smile, not aware of how contagious his laugh is.

"Yeah, I guess." He keeps laughing as his eyes start to tear up.

"It just makes it so much funnier than I was already somewhat high, and everything just gets a billion times more amusing than what it really is." He chuckles before looking back into your eyes, taking in the beauty that'sin front of him.

"Damn, I wish I was there to see it." You snicker, thinking about how Eren embarrassed himself even though you feel a bit guilty thinking it was funny in the first place.

"Well, we frequently have sessions so you should definitely join us if you'd like." He finishes up his dinner and takes his plate to the sink.

"I'll think about it." You quickly eat the last of your pancakes and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

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roomie <3

Today 12:12 AM

where tf are u

i've literally been gone for the

past hour

with armin right ;)

uhhh

omg i need to stop texting you and

sleepover while you're at it :)

we'll see (;

have fun and use protection

love you

oh god

love u too

Read 12:14 AM

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"Is everything alright?" Armin looks at you concerned, noticing your eyes widening at your screen.

"Huh? Oh yes, uh it was just Sasha." You put your phone back in your pocket, not wanting to give Armin any ideas.

Your heartbeat quicken as you face Armin, Sasha's message ingrained in your head. You doubt anything would happen tonight, it's barely your second date, but it was something to think about. As soon as your mind starts wandering into more inappropriate thoughts, you're interrupted by Armin's voice.

"Do you need me to take you back to your dorm?" He starts making his way to the door, not letting you respond.

"No, I can stay." You clear your throat; he stops in his tracks, having a bit of excitement by your answer.

"Oh okay, well is there anything you want to do?"

He stares into your eyes, feeling the tiny spark that wants to ignite. You feel your face start to heat up, trying to muster up anything to continue your night with Armin.

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Of course." He feels his chest tighten, the electricity between you grow stronger as the silence stretches out.

What the hell do you want to ask him? You have little to no idea what you wanted to face him with. While you have to admit, everything about him at this very moment is so fucking perfect and you don't mind trying something, you wouldn't dare pressure him into anything. You continue bouncing with thoughts and kept convincing yourself that a little persuasion wouldn't hurt him and besides, it would be a shame if nothing fun went down.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You stay in your seat, worried that you may have broken a boundary that Armin had no intention of crossing. Your chest gets knotted up as you feel embarrassment rush over your body, regret started to quickly sink in.

His eyes widen and feels his heartbeat in his throat, indulging at the thought of doing so much more than just a kiss. He starts walking towards you, not aware that he didn't answer your question, rather just pulls you out of your seat and snakes his arms around your waist.

"Is uh- this okay?" His face turns into a bright pink, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes." You wrap your arms around his neck, not wasting a second longer.

You meet your lips with him, a soft whimper comes from his throat as you pull him closer. Your lips move in sync as if you had already done this a million times before. You bring one of your hands to his hair, slightly gripping it to try and get another noise out of him. You feel him pour all of his desire for you into that one kiss.

"Fuck." He mumbles under his breath, moving his hands to your ass, slightly squeezing it. Before you can take it any further, he pulls away from your kiss, grabs your hand, and takes you to his bedroom.

"Are you fine with this?" He has a concerned look on his face, making sure what he felt was a mutual feeling.

"Mhm." You nod your head, and he collides his lips with yours, drawing you in for a more heated kiss.

You part your lips, allowing his tongue to slip through, and you feel your body thrill with electricity. Everything just feels so natural between the two of you, there's no second-guessing or hesitation; it all felt right.

You both slowly started making your way to his bed, not breaking away your kiss as he lowered you onto it when the back of your knees is met with the edge. His hands traveled lower and made their way under your shirt and his cold fingertips are met with your warm soft stomach while pulling your shirt over your head. You slightly gasped when he came into contact with your skin, but this doesn't stop him from going any further. He took his lips to your neck, softly sucking and biting along your collarbone, letting his hot tongue glide over each spot he marked.

"Shit-" You choke and slightly arch your back, thinking to yourself how you've never felt this kind of delectation from someone before.

You grab his chin and pull him back to your lips and push his wrist down to your clothed core. He lightly presses against you, causing a jolt in your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. You feel a slight grin form on his face as he continues to tease you and felt you grind against his middle finger.

"You sound so pretty," He whispers into your ear.

You feel the arousal pooling low in your stomach, feeling him slowly dip under your panties and started massaging circles on your clit. You felt your legs start to slightly tremble and your back arched even more than before as the heat from his body filled you with a wave of delight.

"Armin." You grip your hands against his shoulder, becoming desperate for things to start escalating.

"Say my name again," He commands as he lifts his head and stares into your eyes, full of lust and desire.

"Armin, give me more, please," You whine, feeling your walls fluttered around nothing.

"Anything for you." He makes his way down your body, leaving a trail of peppered kisses from your neck to your pelvis.

He pulls off your panties, leaving you in only your bra, admiring what was inches away from his face. You could almost feel his gaze travel all over your body. You look down and make eye contact with him, watching him lower his face into you. You grasp the bedsheet and your eyes rolled back as his tongue lightly flicks against your clit. You buck your hips against him, growing incredibly impatient and he knows it.

"C'mon, please," You whimper, moving your hands to his head, and clutching his golden hair.

He grips the sides of your thighs and begins devouring you, his tongue becoming completely coated with your slick arousal. You feel his nose bump against your clit and causes your vision to swim while tugging on his locks from the bliss Armin created. You suddenly feel one of his fingers slip into you effortlessly, causing your mind to go blank while he curls it to hit the perfect spot.

"More," You cry out, grinding on his face as you felt your orgasm start to build up.

Without any hesitation, he slips another finger into you, widening your legs even more, making you start to see stars. It all starts to become too much for you, the stimulation starts to overload all over your drenched center. His tongue vigorously presses against your clit and fingers hitting your sweet spot, making everything feel so delirious.

"Sh-shit, Armin I'm close." You dig your nails into his scalp, throwing your head back, trying to hold off as long as possible to make it last a little longer.

"Let me hear you." He pull away for a second before enveloping himself back into you, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.

That's all it takes to put you over the edge, and you reach your climax while moaning out his name. Your body becomes filled with a riptide of euphoria as you lose yourself in all the sensations. You can't believe the way he makes you feel; every little thing he does to you makes you feel so weak and submissive to him. Your legs are trembling, and he doesn't waste any time and begins to start kissing your inner thighs while gently rubbing your clit to help soothe you from your high.

"God, you're so beautiful," He breaths out while making his way back up your body and to your chest while unclipping your undergarment with a single hand.

"Y-You make me feel so fucking good." Your hands moves across his shoulder blades as he starts kissing your breasts, using his index finger and thumb to stimulate your nipples.

His other hand travels over your curves, feeling as if he needs to memorize every single feature of your body. You feel ecstasy relish over you, breathing heavily as Armin's lust for you takes over his mind. You can't ask for more than this right now, having someone do everything they could to make you feel nothing but absolute pleasure and you want to return the favor.

You slide up from under him, sitting up against the pillow, and flip him to the bottom.

"Wha-" You cut him off with a rough kiss, moving your hands to the bottom of his long sleeve, tugging at it.

You pull away and allow him to take off his shirt, admiring his pale, milky body. You can't believe the sight in front of you, he looks so fucking beautiful. You meet with his eyes and notice embarrassment rush over his face. You lean down and give him a gentle but passionate kiss.

"You're so handsome," You whisper his ear before you nibble on his earlobe, causing his thighs to slightly jolt.

You begin kissing down to his jawline, somewhat pressing your tongue against it while your hand softly traces his abs. You feel his stomach muscles contract under touch while his arms loosely wrap around your waist, delicately sliding his palms across your back. It doesn't take long for you to make your way down his body while you make sure to leave a hickey or two on his chest before meeting his bulge.

"You d-don't have to." He starts sitting up, but you place your hand on his chest to stop him.

"Let me make you feel good." You plead, pulling off his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock that was seeping of pre-cum, just for you.

You run your hands on his thighs before bringing one up to the base of his dick. You look back at Armin, who seemingly has his head back while his face is flushed into a soft red. You glob spit on his dick before pumping your hand slowly, making sure that he feels every little sensation you're making. He lets out a shaky exhale, trying his hardest not to release with only a single touch.

You smirk to yourself feeling him pulse in your palm before moving it back down to the base and swiping your tongue on his tip.

"O-Oh." He moans out, moving one of his hands to your head.

You start humming very quietly, bobbing your head up and down with the slight pressure of Armin's palm. He groans, feeling his face heat up with everything you're doing to him.

As seconds passed, Armin's pressure on the back of your head only becomes more forceful, making you gag a bit and cause tears to form as he starts throat fucking you. It doesn't take long to begin to feel him twitch in the back of your throat, but before he could release himself, you pull away, looking up and seeing a shocked look on his face.

"I'm sorry, did I take too far?" He starts sliding up against his headboard, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

"No! Not at all... I just want to do something more." You hesitate with your words.

All you want at this very moment is to make sure Armin felt nothing but pleasure from you. Your heart starts thumping sporadically, loving the idea of riding him till he couldn't take it anymore.

"Y-Yeah, of course," He stutters as he quickly pulls out a condom from the drawer in his nightstand.

You think to yourself how cute he lookes getting flustered and excited with the thought of you topping him. You watch him slightly stumble while taking the condom out of its packaging before rolling it on himself. He looks back at you, a smirk on his face as he grasps your waist and pulls you onto his dick.

You align yourself with him before lowering yourself, watching his head fall back. His eyes become filled with desire as you bite your lip from his cock stretching you out.

"Shit.." He groans as you take all of him in, feeling your walls become adjusted to his cock.

You don't move for a second, savoring how it feels with him inside of you; feeling connected with one another. But once you begin to move, it's impossible to stop.

You start off slow and sensual, feeling him hit your cervix that caused a delightful pain in you. You bend down to his face leaving kisses all over across his jaw as you slowly move against him. You don't want this to end, everything feels so right.

"You feel amazing." He drags out his words, sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body.

You pick your head back up, speeding up from his praise.

"I hope I make you feel so fucking good," You cry out, feeling him start to hit all the right spots that you didn't even know were there.

Before your legs could start to burn, you feel his hands form a good grip on you before he starts thrusting forward, at this point making himself fuck you instead.

"A-Armin!' You yelp, feeling overloaded from the overwhelming pressure that begins to build up inside you.

He starts controlling the rhythm, taking all the power you thought you had over him. You grip his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped markings from his strokes becoming harder and deeper.

He admires the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts into you, wanting to see it happen over and over again. He loves seeing your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head, starting to lose control of yourself from everything he's doing to you. He worships the idea that he's the one making you feel this good.

"I'm about to.." You close your eyes, letting yourself surrender and submerge into the wave of pleasure.

"Fuck, me too." His eyes darken, picking up the pace as your grip on him began to loosen.

You feel your stomach swoop from his words.

"C-Can I cum inside you? He groans, feeling himself twitch in you, worried that he might release himself too soon.

"Please." You unravel yourself onto him, your walls flutter against him and your arousal drips out of you.

"Armin!" You cry out his name one last time, the sensation becoming too much that it was almost painful.

The feeling of bliss and ecstasy take over as you feel his cum gush into you while moaning out your name. You ride him out a little longer, helping him come back down from his high before lying next to him.

You both exchange lazy kisses with one another, savoring each other's warmth for as long as possible.

"Thank you for an amazing second first date." You smile, resting your head against his chest while he softly caresses your jaw.

"You deserve nothing but the best." He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to him.

At this moment, you fee nothing but happiness; you know from then on that Armin is the person that you're going to spend the rest of your life with. You just can't believe that it took you nineteen years to find your soulmate, but luckily, you'll be spending the rest of your lives together in pure bliss.

a/n: armin does ask reader permission to cum inside her even though he has a condom on because he wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable with it :)

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The Begining

The twelve years old girl, who had black hair and blue eyes, was looking out of the train's window.  As her headphones were blasting with her favorite songs. Making her thoughts blur together, till she was unable to think clearly.

She was wearing brown boots, green fluffy trousers and darkish brown fluffy hoodie.

It's been fifteen hours of the girl being in the train. And she was exhausted. Very exhausted, from the events that happened lately.

A woman from Children’s Services took a look to the young girl with a frown on her face. She could tell, the little girl barely could keep her eyes open.

"Hey, maybe you should take some sleep kiddo. Huh? What Do you say?"

The girl looked up as she felt some eyes were on her. And when she saw the Children’s Services lady she took out her headphones immediately.

"Uhhh pardon?" she asked with her soft voice.

"I asked if you wanted to sleep." the lady said with a small but genuine smile forming on her lips.

The girl shook her head and turned her head to the side to look at the tank which was next to the lady then she let out a cute little yawn.

The woman shook her head and said "Come on Ciara, you need sleep."

She moved towards Ciara to take her leather backpack and weekend bag. Then put them on her own place. Ciara tried to resist but the harder she tried the deeper she sank into her seat.

"Now close your eyes and continue to listen songs. Okay?"

Ciara nodded this time and slowly fell into a well needed sleep. Whilst listening to music. Of course.

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"Tony, this is serious! Get up and get ready or-"

"Or what Pepper? Do you really think this is easy for me? I have a daughter that I didn't know about." he continued after taking a sip from his drink. "Also she's on her way. To here. Right now."

After that Pepper's phone rang. Pepper looked at Tony then to her phone.

"When I come back, I want to find you in good clothes." with that Pepper went out of the door. Leaving Tony alone with his suits.

"Yes! I'm absolutely doing that." Tony's sarcastic comment fell into deaf ears. "J.A.R.V.I.S. bring up the new suit ideas."

(1 Hour Later)

"Sir, Children’s Services is here." J.A.R.V.I.S. said to Tony who still was not ready.

"Oh, that's good. Very good." Tony trew the metal piece he had to table. "J.A.R.V.I.S. is it too late to back out from this."

"I assure you it is sir. Oh... And Miss Pots is asking for your arrival."

"Shit! Tell her I'm on my way."

Tony went down to fiftieth floor with the elevator. He had a 'Black Sabbath' shirt on, which also was stained with oil, and black trousers.

"... from a long way. You must be tired." This was the first thing Tony heard as he moved out off the elevator.

"You can't ima-"

"Hi, Everyone! Miss me?" Tony got all the attention with his quite-dramatic entrance. Which was not unlikely of him.

"It's good to see you've decided to join us, Mr. Stark." the woman, who was probably from Children's Services as Tony's guess, said with a stern voice.

"Of course. This is a very serious subject anyways, isn't it?" Tony said, sarcasm leaking from his tone.

"Let's move on to real thing. I hope you've read the file we sent you."

"Actually Pepper did, I-"

"We did!" Pepper cut him off when she saw he was digging a deep hole for himself and the little girl who had no one else but him. "We read it together. Because we both know this is critical."  she sent a look at Tony when she finished.

After that two women started to talk all business. That's when Tony shut them up in his own head and concentrated on the little girl. The same girl who was claimed to be and indeed was his daughter (he was so sure she was his daughter with the help of the DNA test he made), but also who was very different from him. There were nothing to make you refer them as father-daughter. Black hair rather than brown, blue eyes rather than brown.

"Mr. Stark, do you really want to Ciara to live with you? Do you think you are ready to take care of a child?" this question throw him off guard.  He didn't want any children, or did he? He wasn't sure. Kids meant trouble and he didn't need that kind of thing. But in the other hand she didn't look like a much trouble-maker though. He didn't want to be a single father. His eyes wandered towards Pepper. And that's when he realized, he wouldn't be alone on this journey.

"Yes." he said without thinking twice.

Ciara's head perked up when she heard his answer.

With his answer it was official. She was staying with them.

[notthisimagines]

Both

Thirteenth Doctor X Reader

Finally managing to get my first imagine on this account out and the first time I’ve written one in years so please be gentle with me. It’s a bit ramble-y but hopefully that’s something I’ll work out as I keep writing more. Any advice/ suggestions appreciated.

Word Count: 1,667

TW: Blood mention, injury mention?

You slammed the TARDIS door shut turning to lean against the door, attempting desperately to catch your breath while the Doctor continue to sprint up to the console. Breathlessly you watch her whizz around the console doing her usual manic routine of lever pulling. Relief washes over you as the TARDIS begins wheezing signifying take off and escape from the threat of outside. 

“See!” The Doctor swivels around from her spot at the TARDIS a grin plastered across her face. “Told ya I’d get us out safe, perfectly planned if I do say so myself.”

You gave her a small joking glare still attempting to catch your breathe. “Yeah, cut it bit close did you not?” you manage to wheeze out slowly making your way up the small steps to the main console area. 

“All part of the plan.” the Doctor said grin still wide on her face “plus, makes it more fun!”

A grin mirroring the Doctors made it way onto your face, finally getting back to normal breathing and the lingering fear from the adventure wearing off leaving the adrenaline.

The Doctors grin suddenly drops as she stares at your face and you stop, feeling the fear slowly seep back in, along with a pang of something else you couldn’t quite identify, your cheeks heating red and the Doctor steps closer to you than would be normal for any conversation.

She stops just in front of you and you realise that you could simply lift your hand and touch her if you wanted to. Did you want to? before you could give yourself an answer to that thought the Doctor shocks you by lifting her hand slowly a look of concern plastered across her face as her thumb swipes over your forehead right above your eyebrow.

She looks at your forehead and then at her thumb as she brings it down in front of the both of you. She scrunches her face looking between the two for a second.

“Your bleeding, why didn’t you say anything?” she uttered swiftly plunging her hand into her coat pocket and pulling out a TARDIS blue coloured handkerchief and pressing it to your head finally meeting your eye contact.

You assumed she was making eye contact as a means to check to see how you were and as a push for you to answer her but as she made it your heart skipped a beat for a second. “Uhhh yeah, I didn’t realise. Must’ve been all the adrenaline and running” you sputter out “I’m fine” you add with a small not entirely convincing smile.

You were nervous. You didn’t quite understand why. You had been handling your ‘feelings’, well, suppressing your feelings for the Doctor pretty well and you had definitely been closer to her during adventures as she shielded you from danger or grabbed your hand to run away. Though something about the way you were standing so close and with the Doctor breaking the distance between you to come to your aid. 

No. The Doctor was your friend and she was just trying to help and you were reading too much into it.

You raised your hand to the handkerchief on your head attempting to push onto any part of it the Doctor didn’t have her hand on giving her permission to let you hold it for yourself. 

She moves her hand away and you slightly miss the closeness of the contact, if you could even call it that. To your surprise however the Doctor doesn’t move away immediately her face still scanning yours looking for any sign that you weren’t ok. 

“Right then. It doesn’t look too bad but we better get you to med-bay to double check then, eh?”

You assume her question is metaphorical as before you could even react she gently grabs your free hand and leads you out of the console room and down the TARDIS halls for the short walk to the med-bay. 

You found yourself felling nervous the entire time, you had held the Doctors hands on adventures before but that was usually done while you were both running at high speeds from danger. Something about holding the Doctors hand while slowly walking through the halls of the TARDIS felt so intimate. You take a second to hold onto the memory of the calm and her hand in yours knowing this would probably be a one off situation.

Your thoughts are disrupted hen she gently leads you from the hallway into the med-bay. 

“Right, hop up there” she lets go of your hand and gestures vaguely to the bed. “and I’ll just” she continues not finishing her sentence and turning to the many drawers in the room, rummaging through them.

Your follow her orders and half jump up onto the bed trying to push the disappointment of  having to let her hand go to the back of your head as your nerves return realising that if the Doctor was going to patch up your head this would once again mean close proximity and attempting to hide any signs that would give away how you really felt about her.

“Ah, right perfect” she said pivoting round to face you with some supplies in her hand, making her way to you, you give her a small smile that was intended to be reassuring but your sure your nervousness is displayed through it. The Doctor places the supplies on the bed next to you and puts her hand to the handkerchief on your head once again.

“Don’t worry. Shouldn’t hurt all that much. Maybe a little sting but shouldn’t be too bad” She reaches with her other hand to the supplies pulling what you assume is a disinfecting wipe of some sort from a small tub and she gently presses it again your cut. The sting from the wipe wasn’t entirely unexpected but it was worse than you expected, clearly you hadn’t realised quite how big the cut on your head was, not that it was huge but with all the adrenaline making it feel initially like a small graze, realising you had an actually cut on your head was now starting to properly hit you. 

You take a sharp breath in and the Doctor stops for a second looking down catching your gaze. “I know. I’ll just need to wipe it a couple times just to keep it clean, ok?” You felt like such a wimp under the Doctors gaze, it was only a small cut after all. You nod your head, deciding to focus on her face as a distraction this time as she slowly moves the wipe towards your face again. 

As she once again wipes the cut without thinking you raise one of your hands and hold gently onto the wrist of her free arm not attending to you. The Doctor continues to focus her attention on the cut in front of her. This time a second before the wipe makes contact with the cut she snakes her wrist from your hand and instead slips her fingers easily into yours giving your hand a small reassuring squeeze as she does. The Doctor continues to pat the wipe against the cut a couple more times to ensure it was completely clean and you feel it but your focus was now more on the fact that you were so close to the Doctor, her hand in yours as you stare up at her face, trying to steady your heartbeat.

“There we go!” She says excitedly finally meeting your eye contact and giving you a large grin. She then ,without letting go of your hand, reaches down to your side picking up a large plaster, expertly taking off one side of the paper from the sticky part and placing the plaster half on your head before taking the other half of the paper off again with one hand. You assumed with the ease at which she did it that she had done it before given all the adventure and danger you sure at some point she’s had to put a plaster on someone, more than likely herself, with one hand. 

“Aaaand there we go.” She smiled, once again making eye contact her grin somehow outdoing her one from before. You’re not quite sure what to say panicking with the closeness of the moment you opt for “What do you think does it look good?” The Doctor lets out a small chuckle and you see surprise take over her face for just a second. 

“Yeah, it does actually. Very fashionable.” she retorts matching your sarcastic, cheeky tone adding a small wink at the end. Your heart once again stops for a second and without thinking you lean forward, closing the small distance between you both and place a small, quick kiss on her lips.

The Doctors face once again washes with surprise however this time the expression stays for far longer, what felt like minutes but in reality  was only seconds. You begin to panic you’re head going a million miles an hour trying to come up with an excuse.

“oh.” The Doctor breathes out as you assume what you had done had settled in. You don’t wait for her to push you away and begin “Doctor I’m so so-”

But before you can continue she cuts you off her lips crashing against yours and her hand making its way to your burning cheeks as she pulls your face in as if the two of you could get any closer. The kiss somehow both gentle and needy. 

She pulls away and the both of you still for a moment as the implications of the moment settle in. 

“Thank you” you utter. 

“For the plaster or for the kiss?” she retorts the calm on her face making way for a small closed-lip smile and eye-brows raising.

“Both” you whisper closing your eyes and leaning into a soft kiss knowing that your relationship with the Doctor would never be the same again.

[magpiie]

Kidnapped by Baby Yoda pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

hey guys pls lmk what you think and be honest!!! thank you so much for 80 notes holy fucking shit wowie 

It's weird one day you're assisting teaching a class to a bunch of miscellaneous alien children on nevarro hating your life, and the next you're stuck on a ship with a mandalorian and his foundling who inexplicably decided he needed you to come.

“I'm going to talk to him today kid, believe me” you said to the lump of wool perched on your knee. Mando was out doing maker knows what, and you were left alone with the little guy like always. His big eyes gazed at you dubiously as if to say suuuuure. The amount of judgmental bitchy energy he could produce sometimes was astounding. “No really, i've been living here for what, uh 3 weeks maybe? And all we've really said to each other was the initial greeting and uh the exchange of names?” The last part trails off as you realize you don't even know his name. You said yours but he responded with telling you to call him Mando. So you didn't push it. You dont know alot about mandalorians considering they are almost extinct and their beliefs are often made to seem like folklore. But you do know that individualism and identity is not something particularly celebrated. So you decided to leave the amount of information he wants to share with you up to him out of respect. So far that's been none. “So, kid, how'd you break through his shell? He likes you?” the child just blinks unhelpfully. “I mean you never talk to him, but i've tried that and we saw how that went” literally radio silence from him. You don't particularly think of yourself as an extrovert who constantly needs interaction but you do need some. And currently you have the kid as a companion and if you didn't know any better you'd say Mando was a droid with how he acts. You also resolved that you needed to help out more. Basically you were a glorified babysitter and the idea that Mando was going to realize that he was better off without you on his ship as deadweight terrified you. You were a good cook, I guess you could say, but Mando always brought food back with him when he went out and then would hide in his room to eat in privacy. So that's not very helpful. The main thing that you could offer him was medical help. Back on Nevarro growing up you were the youngest of three older brothers. And considering your mother wasnt really in the picture, you had to take up the doctor role for the amount of fights three older boys could get into. You knew how to treat basically any external damage and how to sterilize and limit risk of infection. But how would you ever bring that up to mando if you guys didn't even greet each other in the mornings? Sometimes you would try to talk to him with something as simple as “good morning!” or “welcome back” or “night” or even just a simple “hey” sometimes he would bless you with a monosyllabic grunt but never anything more. But hey, you would take what you would get. After a week of this call and no response bullshit you kinda gave up and have spent the last two weeks in silence other than your episode this morning with the “good morning” fiasco. You feel your mortification settle back into your stomach at the fool you made of yourself. “Maker above, mando must hate me.” sometimes you wondered if he regretted asking you to come. But he doesn't really seem like the type of person to let you stay if you annoyed him. “Ok bug, here's the plan. What im gonna do is i will say hey when he comes back, sound good?” you look for confirmation from the creature and he gives you a slight tilt of his chin. Satisfied you continue, “and i will uhm say good night and good morning every day until he responds or tells me to shut up.” you finish with a huff of breath. This will either end with you finally finally getting to have real human interaction or left on some random ass planet god knows where.     

Mando makes his way back to ship feeling the pebbles crunch beneath the heavy sole of his boot. This planet was a desert planet much like nevarro, he wondered if you missed home. Mean no shit she's probably homesick dumbass he thinks its not like he was doing anything to make the ship feel welcoming. Like talking to you. But you made the ship feel like a home for the kid and that's more than he could ever want. You probably didn't realize how much what you were doing meant to him. You made the kid happy, you were giving him something that mando never could, a mother figure. Mando tried his hardest to be what he thought was a father for the kid but it was hard. He had to go and work and it wasn't safe to bring a kid so he was often swept around to different planets and left for hours by himself waiting for mando to come back and it was hard on mando. But you, now you were there. And the kid was always safe with you. He should probably teach you some self defense he thought considering how dangerous being associated with him was especially considering you needed to protect the child. But honestly, mando had no idea if you knew how to protect yourself, you might, space is a dangerous world. He only knew that you were a teacher but that was it. Slightly alarming that he implicitly trusted you without any prior knowledge of you or your credentials. You could be a bounty hunter assigned to kill him for all he knew, or to steal the kid, but you probably would have done that by now. Mando didn't know what made you trustworthy to him. You just were. And that terrified him. 

You're sitting in the cockpit with the child pretending to fly the ship as he gurgles happily in your lap. you giggle at the little guy and make finger guns and pretend to shoot an imaginary monster outside the window, “i'm the most fearsome bounty hunter in the guild,” the child lets out a particularly loud noise at that, “uhhh yes i am dont laugh at me, i am feared far and wide across the galaxy,” you tickle his sides with that one. youre so into playing with the kid you don't realize mando was back and is staring at you from the entryway to the cockpit. “You think i could take on your daddy, bug? You think it'd beat him in a shootout? Huh?” you say with your fingers poised and ready at the window.

“Not a chance,” says a deep voice that vibrates into the floor. You let out an embarrassing startled shriek and feel your heart do twenty somersaults and settle in your feet. The child screams at the interruption and immediately wiggles out of your grasp and waddles to Mando giddily. 

“I-i i was uh joking, really i was,” you stutter out cringing at the incredulous tone your voice comes out as. Remembering your resolve to talk to him you continue on even though you feel like you might throw up your breakfast from nerves. “He misses you during the day,” gesturing to the child, “so i pretend to be you” you finish realizing that sounds super fucking creepy, “well not like- you- like- you,  but i pretend to like uh pilot the ship and uh shoot um things?” you ramble lamely. A huff sounds from the mandalorian and if you allowed yourself to think wishfully it was laughter. 

“Doesn't surprise me. Before you he came everywhere with me.” you feel your eyebrows raise. Everywhere? Shit. 

“Must've been difficult to complete jobs and have to keep track of him,” you say nodding your head towards the little lump of brown wool. Mando offers you an affirmative grunt before setting the child down and turning on his heel towards the fresher. So that was an improvement, you think. Got ten whole words out of him. You feel a grin split your face. Hopefully this means you are past the dancing around each other relationship. And maker above, his voice, wow. If only you could wake up to that every morning. Deep and melodic. You wonder how deep and gravelly it sounds in the mornings. Or how your name would sound tumbling off his lips in pleasure. Nope. not going down that path. That is NOT platonic thoughts. You literally had your first conversation with him since the first day you met him and you're already thinking about that? Seriously pull yourself together. You don't even know what he looks like, or how old he is. Like what if he's like 70. And really ugly. What if your having sex dreams about someone like your grandpa. Ew. Your face contorts at the thought of Mando looking like your grandpa. Okay gross stop. You need to get to know him. Have civil conversations. Push down the gross thoughts. Even if his voice sounds like honey. And home. 

You're sitting in the chair behind the pilot seat reading a random book Mando left out on the scattered floor. Its some type of mechanical manual so its truly riveting. Note the sarcasm. The child's asleep, and seeing as though mando is cooped up in his room this book is better than twiddling your thumbs mindlessly. You decided that if you were going to stay on mandos ship you should at least try to pick up some mechanic skills. Better than the rudimentary at best you had at the present moment. You knew how to fix blatant errors in engines and how to reconnect wires if the instructions were explained thoroughly and very slowly. Okay maybe you didn't really know anything past engines. But that was better than nothing? Kinda? You sigh closing the book after rereading the same sentences about pre-imperial versus post-imperial hyperdrives. Maker what was the difference? The both made the ship go super fast or something? Was that the hyperdrive? You shook your head feeling the thought start to culminate into a downward spiral of what a hyperdrive truly was. You looked around the cluttered hull and decided that you should probably occupy yourself by cleaning up the mess. Mando might appreciate it, it'll also make you less of a deadweight on the ship. It was crazy how much shit one man and his child could accumulate on one tiny ship. You don't think you had ever seen this many small metal bowls in one place. The stack currently in the corner probably contained about 12. In what universe would 2 creatures ever need the same bowls 12 times. Well you guess now it's three. The thought filled your chest with a balloon of warmth only to be popped by the realization that you weren't part of the little family mando and the child were. At best you were a business associate. The kids stand in caregiver. Babysitter.

 The realization that you didn't have anyone to call family at your disposal fell heavy on your shoulders. Sinking you into the corner of the hull. You dont think youve ever felt more alone. In the cold corner of the hull with a hand pressed to your chest in an attempt to quell your ragged breaths.  Like a small raft cast into the oceanic expanse of space. If you drowned, who would notice? Certainly not your family, they were maker knows where, probably light years away. You didn't even know what sector you were in anymore. What would your father think of your decision to leave nevarro? You hadn't seen him in a while but you remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. And how he would hug you after a long day. Hold you like you were still his little girl. The craving for a warm embrace from a solid body slammed into you with all the force of a meteor. Leaving you stunned and lost. You briefly wondered how mando coped. How did he deal with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness?  How did he leave his guild? Did he miss them? Were they like a family? Did he think about them often? How did he cope with the lack of touch? Or did he not think about it at all? Did he not need it? Was he so disconnected from the world through his beskar that he couldn't remember the feeling of someone's fingers on his skin? Etching a path with the searing heat they exuded. Hearing approaching footsteps you attempt to pull yourself together. Regulate your breathing, get rid of tear tracks and lose the flush coloring your face. You could do this. As he rounded the corner he stopped. You peered up at him from your curled up position on the floor and offered him a smile that felt unconvincing even on your lips. He tilted his head slightly at you and made his way cautiously to where you were. He bent slightly and offered a brown leather clad hand to you. For a second the only sound heard was the faint crackle of his breathing in his helmet. You could see him faltering. Here he was offering you comfort in your clearly distressed state and you were pointedly ignoring it. You laced your fingers with his and nearly doubled over from the strength he exuded into pulling you up. As soon as you were fairly steady on your feet you marveled at your hand shocked by the warmth creeping through the leather of the glove permeating into your palm. He sighed, a deep release of tension from his shoulders followed. “What's wrong?” he said, his hand still lazily grasping your fingers. You looked at him, what was wrong?

“How do you do it?” you said echoing his words from your first meeting to him. his thumb dragged a slow line along your wrist. When he didn't respond you added, “how are you okay with being alone?” if you could see his face you would say he looked taken aback. He released your hand.

“I'm not.” he offered. Confused as to which question he was answering you remained silent hoping to prompt him to continue. He started again, “I'm not alone, not truly. I have him.” he gestured vaguely to his sleeping quarters where the kid slept. He rubbed the back of his neck, 

“And neither are you.”

[twomoonstwosuns]

at first sight [bonus chapter]

back to you [series masterlist]

pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: none? language?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: well im sorry this took so long to get up...we are struggling hard right now. and if you are too, know you're not alone and we’ll get through this <3 stay tuned for this same chapter but from poe’s POV

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New year, new me. You told yourself the same thing at the beginning of each school year. 

Although it was usually just said on New Year’s Eve in preparations for the brand new year, you felt it applied to starting a new semester as well: new classes, new teachers, new schedule, new routine. It was also the beginning of your senior year of college, your last first day of school ever. So in a way, you were preparing for something new. You’d graduate before you knew it and then adulthood would creep up on you. 

But you could hardly wait to see what the next two semesters would bring you in the meantime. 

You made sure to leave your apartment early to stop at your favorite coffee stand in the student center. Waving at your friend Qi’Ra behind the counter, you got yourself in line and replied to your mom and sister’s happy first day texts. 

“I knew I’d find you here.”

The familiar voice of your best friend Karé made you smile and you squealed quietly as you hugged her. She had spent the night with her boyfriend Snap after being out of town the last week before school, so you hadn’t seen her after you moved in.

“I’ve missed you! How was your vacation?”

“Awesome as usual. Weather was amazing, we spent everyday out on the water. Snap’s sunburn is finally starting to heal.”

“God yeah, you sent me that picture of his back…that looked awful.”

She nodded. “He was all ‘oh, there’s lots of clouds in the sky, it’s not going to be that bad’ and now I get to hold this over him for the rest of his life.”

You laughed as she rolled her eyes as you finally got to the counter. Qi’Ra already knew your order by heart and, like the first day of every new semester, she gave you your drink free of charge. She whipped it up right away, handing it to you with the promise of getting together soon. You and Karé walked outside, the bright sunshine making your drink sweat and the both wish you didn’t have to spend the next couple hours stuck inside. 

“So, how’s the stuff with your dad going?”

You shrugged. “If I had spoken to him at all since he walked out, I’d have something to tell you.”

Karé’s shoulders slumped. “No…seriously?”

You sighed and nodded as you stirred your drink.

“Not one word. I told you my uncle came by a few days after he left to tell us he was okay?” Karé nodded. “A couple of weeks went by and the next thing I know, he’s filing for divorce. But he hasn’t actually talked to Tallie and I.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…”

You sighed heavily and shook your head. “It’s whatever. Nothing I can do. Haven’t talked to him since and he abandoned us for his secretary so I don’t plan on talking to him at all.”

Karé nodded slowly and reached over and squeezed your arm and you gave her a small smile of appreciation.

“Anyway…what class are you off to first?”

“My advanced math class.” You made a face and she chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not jealous at all, are you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, I get to start out my day with my half semester class…three hours, twice a week, tons of homework.”

“Fun. Who’s your professor?”

You grabbed your phone from your pocket, bringing up your schedule and looking at the details.

“Uhhh, Dameron. Heard of him?”

“I think he’s one of the newer teachers here.”

“Well, hopefully he’s good.” You took a sip of your drink and checked the time on your phone. “Guess I’ll go find out.”

“See you later, then.”

Karé gave you a quick hug and you walked in opposite directions. You walked to the building of your classroom and though you were grateful for the air conditioning, you hoped that since it was the first day you’d be let out early. The sun was out, flowers were still blooming along the sidewalks despite the late season. Fall semester was always the one you dreaded the most…stuck inside staring at four blank walls during your favorite kind of weather. 

The classroom was on the third level, which meant minimal traffic in the halls and big windows that showed a great view of campus. The blinds were open, allowing sunlight to flood into the room and making it that much more welcoming. A few students were already seated and the professor nowhere in sight but his stuff at his desk. You made your way into the room, not finding a friend yet, and walked to a seat right around the middle of the room. You took your things out and waited and scrolled through three different social media apps as more students trickled in. Your name was called and you looked up and saw a girl you worked with the previous semester and smiled as she sat down next to you. At least you kind of knew one person in the class. 

“Alright, let’s get started.”

One glance up at the source of the voice was not enough as you practically did a double take. Your professor was an extremely handsome man. Dark hair sat on top of his head in a mess of curls that laid just between styled and unruly. You could see from your seat that his eyes were dark…brown, maybe. He was young; you guessed that he couldn’t be more than thirty-five. As he came around from behind his desk, you took notice of the way his dark blue jeans fit snugly around   big thighs. His sleeves were pushed up to show off tan forearms and as he leaned back against his desk, he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.

“Good morning, everyone.” Three simple words grabbed the attention of every girl in class. “I’m Professor Dameron. I hope you all had a great summer. I don’t know about some of you, but I am very excited to get this semester going.”

There was some polite laughter. He was using a light, friendly tone of voice, making sure his very first impression on people wouldn’t wasn’t a bad one. 

“Subject-wise, this is one of my favorite classes to teach. The only way I could get this class in this year was to teach it in half the amount of time as a normal class. I’m warning you now, this is going to be a busy class. We are fitting about fifteen weeks worth of stuff into seven weeks. Attendance is going to be very, very important.” 

Some of the students visibly gulped, others nodded slowly as the realization of how much work would have to go into this class started to sink in. “Don’t worry, I will have lots of resources to help you guys. Um, just an example…I will make all of the lectures and slides available on the portal after class, including any key notes from the textbook and discussions that come up during class. That being said, you still need to attend class. I’ll go over more of this when we go through the syllabus.”

You admired him as he spoke. The hint of smile on his face showed his excitement for the class and the new semester. His voice was smooth like honey and you were sure you could listen to him spout off the most boring stuff in the world and not tire of it.

��First things first…attendance.” He turned to grab his clipboard and you and the girl next to you both checked out his ass. “In lied of just calling your names, we’re going to do an icebreaker.”

The collection of heavy sighs made him chuckle lightly. “I know, I know…they’re not always fun and you’ll probably do a whole bunch more after today. Personally, I like to get to know my students. We’ll be spending a lot of time together this semester and the more comfortable you feel talking to me, the more open you’ll be to telling me what you need to help you succeed in this class. So, let’s do it and get it over with. Tell me your name, something fun you did over the summer, your favorite type of music and…what do you think? Favorite color? Favorite animal? “Let’s do favorite animal.”

Glancing around, you saw people look anywhere but at their teacher, hoping they wouldn’t catch his eye and make them go first. 

“Alright, come on guys, you’re acting like I’m going to pull your teeth out. I’ll go first. My name is Poe, this summer I visited my dad in Colorado where I grew up and saw friends that live on both coasts. I’m a big fan of classic rock but catch me jamming to a pop song every now and then…” That got some laughs from the class and he laughed with them. “Seriously, anything by the Weeknd.”

“The Weeknd has a lot of songs about sex,” the girl next to you whispered and you nearly choked as you took a sip out of your water bottle. 

“And my favorite animal is a dog. Alright, let’s start in the back.”

One by one students introduced themselves. He asked questions about their summer jobs and their summer vacations, genuinely interested in the details and making them feel comfortable talking to him. A couple of people named weird animals as their favorite, such as lizards and dinosaurs, that spurred further discussions and got the class completely off track. It was all fun and games until you got to your row and you counted how many people were before you and practiced what you would say in your head.

“Okay, um, I’m Y/N…” Poe looked at the attendance list, finding your name and marking you down in attendance. “I didn’t do anything super special over the summer, just worked my two jobs and went to the cabin with friends and family. I like pretty much any kind of music, as long as it’s got a good beat I don’t really care what genre it is…though I am a sucker for pop music sometimes. And my favorite animal is an elephant.”

Poe cracked a smile and you let out a quiet sigh of relief as the girl next to you introduced herself. As social as you were, you still hated speaking in front of a classroom full of people. 

“Okay, see? That wasn’t so bad.” Poe teased as the last person finished speaking. A few people laughed and you smiled. Almost an hour into class and you already knew this would be one of the classes you’d look forward to the most. “Let’s start going over the syllabus. I’ll have you pass these down and I’ll bring it up on the screen here…”

He handed a stack of papers to a student in the front row and they started passing them down. Poe went back around his desk and connected his laptop to the projector. The desktop image of a Corgi laying in the grass with a toy appeared and you along with half the girls in the class let out not subtle aww’s.

“That’s my dog, Beebs.” Poe smiled sheepishly when he noticed the screen had popped up.

“How old is he?” One of the girls from the back asked. 

“He’s probably three, three and a half…I rescued him as a puppy so I’m not too sure.”

More aww’s filled the room as he brought the syllabus up onto the screen. You grabbed one when it reached you and passed it along and a quick glance through the five pages showed the class schedule and detailed expectations. When everyone had a copy, he started going over it, talking about the schedule in extreme detail and laying out what a typical class day would look like.

Poe finished up the syllabus and gave you a fifteen minute break before diving into the first chapter. His teaching style was the dream, the way that every teacher should teach: not too fast, not too slow, answering every single question before moving on, and making sure everyone was keeping up. 

Despite it being a three hour class, you no longer dreaded it…you knew that Poe would do as much as he could to help you all succeed. 

“Alright, homework for Thursday: chapter two, print out the study guide and start working on it. We’ll finish our chapter one discussion then as well. You’re good to go.”

You gathered up your things, shoving them into your backpack and checking the time to see you had just enough to grab something to eat before your next class. You had just reached the top of the stairs when you realized you hadn’t put your water bottle into your backpack. Letting out an annoyed groan, you doubled back up the stairs towards your classroom. You snuck in past a couple of students that were just leaving and beelined for your desk, making Poe look up at you.

“Sorry, forgot my water bottle.”

You found it tucked under your seat and grabbed it, giving him a small smile as you passed to head back out the door. 

“Why elephant?”

Looking back at him, you saw an easy smile on his face. “Sorry?”

“You said your favorite animal was an elephant. Usually it’s household pets or animals that live in the forest…or apparently lizards and t-rex’s. Why elephant?”

You shrugged with a nervous smile. “I, um…I don’t know. I just think they’re beautiful and strong and they roll around in the mud and water and act like such babies…baby elephants actually suck on their trunks like babies suck on their fingers—“

“Do they?” You blushed hard, feeling like you just made a fool of yourself. “So you don’t just think they’re cute…you’re practically an expert on them?”

His tone wasn’t teasing like you expected, but instead curious at the knowledge you shared. 

“No, I actually saw that on one of those random Facebook videos.”

A heartfelt laugh erupted from his chest and you laughed with him. 

“I know what you’re talking about,” he said as he continued packing up his bag. “They’re those videos that are on random pages you liked years ago or from a news source…I’ve actually found some good recipes from them.”

“So you know. Random but good information.”

He nodded and you felt your phone buzz in your hand. You looked down at it and saw a message and noticed the time. 

“I should go, um I have class…I’ll see you around, Mr. Dameron.”

You gave him a small wave and internally cringed at yourself as you headed towards the door, the flush of embarrassment in your face.

It was going to be an interesting semester. 

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[ask-the-riders]

Paragon

The last time we saw 406, she got beat up by War for coming onto Pest. She's not the most graceful or emotionally mature person in the multiverse, but since then, she's gone through some things that completely turned her life upside down. She makes a choice that could very well count as her first step toward becoming a better person

This is also kinda sorta more like a flashback of sorts, since the events would've already happened at some point in the background

(gonna add some potential trigger warnings for implied abuse, angst, brief violence, references to coercion, references to r*pe/noncon, forced pregnancy, and childbirth)

"Hey, Cross?"

The soldier glanced at his teammate, "What?" The glitch seemed to hesitate for a moment, her brow bones furrowing, "Do you... Ever think about leaving here? Finding somewhere new that's safe, and starting over?" Cross shifted his full attention to her, making a face. He glanced around at their surroundings, making sure they were alone before he murmured, "Of course... All the time." 406's gaze became pleading, "If we worked together, we could find a way out." He frowned, regarding her with confusion and concern, "Why would you wanna leave?... You and Killer are an item. You love the guy, for whatever reason. That, and you're... Y'know." He gestured to her extremely swollen stomach and she shrunk back, wrapping her arms around herself. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she was silent for a moment before slowly lifting a hand, touching the forming bruise that resided on her cheek, "Maybe I do have feelings for him, but... I don't think he gives a damn about me. He's been sneaking around with the princess and the boss, and he's been making passes at Kali recently, too. I don't think I mean anything to him." She paused, tears beginning to prick at her sockets, "I didn't even want this pregnancy... He forced it on me. I don't have the heart to kill a baby, but I don't think I'm meant to be a mom, either... The kid deserves so much better than a life here with me." Cross watched as a tear ran down her face and transformed into a single blue thread, and he frowned.

Approaching her without hesitation, he opened his arms, letting out a soft sigh as she latched onto him, burying her face in the fabric of his coat. As she began to cry, the soldier delicately wrapped his arms around her, his frown deepening. Killer was an ok guy at times, and on the field, he was incredibly strong. His strength and power were always impressive to witness, but deep down inside, Cross still knew Killer was nothing short of an inconsiderate prick. It didn't matter how strong Killer was; He lacked any redeeming qualities, and he didn't think twice about hurting even the people that tried to help him. Cross didn't understand what 406 ever saw in him to begin with, but he chose not to question the glitch as she continued sobbing. He used a hand to gently rub her back, and she drew in a shaky breath, "I follow all of Nightmare's orders, and I've done everything that Error's asked of me, but they don't care. I gave myself to Killer and allowed myself to be vulnerable, and he took advantage of that. I gave him everything, and in the end, he didn't give a damn. And forget Dust. He doesn't give a damn about me, either. Nobody cares, Cross. Why doesn't anyone care about me?" The soldier made a soft sound in uncertainty, his voice soft, "I don't know... But listen. They don't matter. You work harder than most of the team, and it's their problem if they can't recognize and appreciate that." 

406 began to cry harder, her grip on his coat tightening. He was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, prompting her to look at him. When she did, he offered her a tiny smile, "I have a meeting arranged with Dream. If I can convince him to help us, then I guess the guys here will just have to live without you. Nightmare will place more work on everyone, they'll have to work harder and longer hours, and then they'll see why they should've appreciated you more." 406 attempted to blink back more tears, her voice cracking, "D-Do you think Dream will wanna help us?... After all the things we've done?" The soldier nodded, “I’m sure he will… He’s nothing like Nightmare, or anyone else here, for that matter. From the times I’ve spoken with him, he’s kind, and he genuinely cares for others. He won’t manipulate us, or try to use us the way Nightmare would.” The glitch sniffled, “What’ll happen when Nightmare finds out that we betrayed him, though? What about Error?” She paused, her figure fizzling, “They’re gonna kill us, Cross. They’ll kill us when they find out what we did.” Cross’ brow bones became knit in determination, “It’s not gonna be pretty when they catch on, but I won’t just stand there and let them try to kill us for it. I intend to fight them every step of the way. I know you’re pregnant and all, but I might need your help, 406. Do you think you could…?”

With teary eyes, she slowly looked up at him, biting back another fearful sob, “I dunno how much I could do without risking mine and the baby’s safety too much, but if it means getting out of here and finding somewhere better to go, then I’ll do whatever I have to.” Cross offered her a small smile in reassurance, lifting a hand to gently cup her face, “You’re strong, and I believe in you, ok? We can do this. I know we can.” Interrupting their moment, one of their teammates cleared their throat, “Well, isn’t this sweet. I didn’t think anyone here was capable of that anymore.” The pair stiffened, and Cross moved to shield 406 with his body. In the doorway, Kali watched both of them, her expression unreadable. 

Cross scowled at her, his entire body tensed, “What are you doing here, Kali? Didn’t you have a job to do?” The female skeleton leaned against the door frame, casually shrugging her shoulders, “I did, but I’m finished now. Why does that matter to you?” The soldier scoffed, “You know exactly why it matters. How long have you been standing there?” Kali hummed, “Long enough to hear about your plans to run away together and start working for Dream.” 406’s sockets widened in fear and she peeked around Cross’ shoulder to look at Kali, her tone all but pleading, “Please don’t say anything to anyone, Kali. I know you don’t like me very much, but please don’t say anything. If anyone finds out, we could be killed for this. Cross would die, I would die, my baby would die… Please, please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to hurt the baby.” Kali shifted her attention to the glitch and tilted her head, “You’re right that I don’t like you. I don’t like you OR Cross, and I’ve never been a fan of kids, either. Killer fathered that child though, and we both know he’s one of Nightmare’s strongest. Between the two of you, I’m curious to know how strong the baby will be.” 406’s terrified gaze became confused, and Kali took a moment to gauge it before she continued, “I can’t exactly see how strong your baby is if it’s dead, can I?” Cross’ expression hardened at her words, “What are you saying, Kali? Are you gonna keep your mouth shut or not?” 

The skeleton in question looked at him again, “I have nothing to gain from ratting you out, so I might as well.” The pair visibly began to relax, and for a moment, it was silent. Kali contemplated something for a few seconds before her own brow bones became knit, “I’m leaving too, actually. The princess offered me a job, and I already agreed. It’ll be a matter of days before everything’s processed, and I should be able to move into her castle fairly soon.” Cross made a face, clearly not buying any of what she’d said, “Oh yeah? What kind of job did she offer you?” She sighed, “Bodyguard. It’ll be pretty similar to this job, but she already explained that she’d raise the pay and adjust my work hours if I had any complaints. I won’t have to guard her all the time, only when she asks me to.” The discussion came to a screeching halt as Killer emerged from a nearby room and sauntered over to Kali, now also blocking the doorway. Casually twirling a knife in one hand, he arched a brow bone, “Well don’t stop your conversation because of little ol’ me. By all means, keep talkin’.” 406 stared at him with wide eyes, remaining hidden behind Cross. Noticing immediately as 406 clung tightly to his coat, the soldier narrowed his eyes at Killer, “Why the hell are you even here, Killer? No one invited you into the conversation, and no one wants you here, so do us all a favor and go away.” Killer brushed off his words with ease, “Sorry Criss-Cross, last time I checked, you’re not my boss.” Cross growled lowly in irritation and Killer let out an exaggerated groan, “Oh, stop it, will ya. You know that doesn’t work on me. “

Finally spotting 406 peeking at him from behind Cross, Killer hummed, a smirk making its way onto his face, “There she is… I’ve been looking for ya everywhere, Mama.” 406 shrunk back, holding Cross’ coat in a death-grip as she let out a nearly inaudible whine. Fully aware of her reaction, he began to approach her, but was stopped as Kali suddenly straightened, blocking his path. With both arms outstretched, she blocked the entire doorway and scowled up at Killer. In response, he made a face, “Uhhh, Kali? What are you doing? I’m tryna get through here, y’know.” She nodded, “Yeah, I’m aware. I don’t think it’d be a good idea to enter the room with them, though. It’d be in your best interest to leave.” Killer stared at her for a few seconds, and then offered her a charming grin. Pocketing his knife, he reached out to hold her hips, tugging her flush against himself as he purred, “Only if you leave with me.” 

Kali’s scowl hardened and she hissed, “You have two seconds to get your damn hands off of me.” Ignoring her warning, Killer kept himself pressed firmly against her, chuckling in amusement, “You’re feisty… I like that.” Kali growled, catching him completely by surprise as she jerked her leg upward and kneed him square in the pelvis. His sockets widened and he spat out a string of expletives, and she scoffed, stomping on one of his feet as hard as possible. He released her hips, and as soon as she saw his hand dart into the pocket that contained his knife, she balled her hand into a fist. As her fist caught the underside of his jaw with the force of a freight train, his head was thrown back. Killer staggered back away from her, his sockets narrowed in anger as he regained his balance and drew his knife, growling, “You little bitch… You’re gonna pay for that!” Donning a cocky grin, Kali arched a brow bone, holding out a hand and summoning her trident, “Am I, Killer? Attack me and see what happens, I dare you.” In the background, Cross and 406 watched her in shock. Killer was strong… Enough so that Nightmare had made him his right hand. Kali was still new, and she’d never seriously fought him before. 406 drew in a sharp breath, pressing a hand to her swollen stomach and wincing. Cross glanced back at her over his shoulder, “You ok, 406?” The glitch gave a tiny nod, “I-I think so… There was this sharp pain, but it’s gone now.” 

The soldier nodded back, and just as he was about to respond, she whined loudly, tears pricking at her sockets again as she hugged herself. Cross frowned and turned to face her, carefully scooping her up into his arms, “Come on, we’ve gotta get you away from here.” Kali interrupted, “Hey, if it’s the baby, go straight to the princess. She’ll be able to help you better than anyone else you know.” Cross made a sound in acknowledgment, glancing back to see Killer pinning her to a wall, his arm over her throat, “Ok, we will. Are you gonna be ok?” Kali kept her attention on Killer, still glaring at him, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Just go, Cross. You have bigger things to worry about at the moment.” 406 cried out in pain and Cross’ eyes widened, a look of panic settling on his face. He used a shortcut, the glitch still in his arms as he vanished. Reappearing in the throne room of Nyx’s castle, he looked around, frantically calling out, “Is anyone here?! Please, we need help! Please help us!” Phasing out of the nearby shadows, the princess quickly pieced together what was happening. Snapping her finger, an imp appeared in a small puff of red smoke beside her. Realizing that his surroundings had changed, the imp immediately narrowed his eyes at her, “Your Highness, what is the me-“ “Get your cleaning supplies ready, Custodius. I need to get these two to the clinic, and I want you to sanitize the area. The sooner, the better.” Registering what she was asking of him, Custodius nodded, giving a small, quick bow before disappearing down the hall. Nyx approached the pair, “I’ll take you to the clinic. Take my hand, Cross.” 

Cross shifted 406 in his arms, taking the hand that Nyx had offered to him. With another shortcut, the three of them were teleported across the castle and into the clinic. Cross gingerly set 406 down on one of the empty beds and helped her lay down, and Nyx’s magic gripped the curtains, pulling them closed around the bed for privacy. Focusing on the pair, she furrowed her brow bones, “Are you the father?” Cross shook her head, “No. The dad is Killer.” The princess briefly clenched her jaw, letting out a deep sigh, “Shall I contact him?” The soldier shook his head again, “No, don’t. He considered killing the baby at one point, and she doesn’t want him around.” She made a sound in understanding, “I see… In that case, I won’t. I need you to get her lower half undressed so we can proceed with the birth.” Despite the purple blush that began to spread across his face, Cross nodded, immediately moving to follow the princess’s instructions. Nyx’s magic briefly flared up, and a humanoid shadow figure appeared beside the bed, offering a hand to 406. The glitch stared at it with wide eyes and the princess took the gentlest tone possible, “Please take its hand, 406. It can’t feel anything, so you can squeeze as hard as you need to.” 406 whimpered, one hand holding her stomach while she lifted the other, taking the shadow figure’s hand in her own. As pain flooded her senses, the glitch let out a shrill scream, blue tears rolling down her face and shifting into threads. As soon as Cross finished removing her pants, she was instructed to begin pushing, and she complied. 

In what seemed like forever and yet no time at all, the baby was born. A blanket was draped over 406’s lower half, and as she gazed at the tiny, prematurely-born babybones in her arms, she felt nothing but love. This baby… Her son… He was perfect. Cross sat on the edge of the bed beside her, watching how she held the infant so close to herself and the way she was looking at him. It was obvious that she loved him, and Cross couldn't blame her; He was tiny and adorable, and although most of his lightly greyed bones were concealed by the small blanket he’d been swaddled in, his wide, deep scarlet sockets were wide open and completely visible. He cooed and let out the occasional squeal, and 406 watched him, entirely enamored by his behavior. Slipping back into their private section of the clinic, Nyx was silent for a moment, calmly watching the new mother and infant. She took another few seconds to observe Cross, a bit surprised that he’d decided to stay. He wasn’t the father, but he was almost acting like he thought he was. The princess cleared her throat to announce her presence, before she approached the bed. 406 reluctantly tore her gaze away from her son to look up at Nyx as she spoke, “I hate to bombard you with such serious questions right after you’ve just given birth, but there are some things that I need to know.” The glitch furrowed her brow bones in concern, “Like what?…” The princess stole a glance at the infant before responding, “Kali has informed me that the two of you were considering running from my father, and she seems to believe that your intentions were to seek safety with Dream. Is that true?” 

406 hesitated, glancing away from the princess as she hesitantly nodded, her voice soft, “Yeah… That’s true.” Cross blinked in surprise, “You heard back from Kali already? That was fast.” Nyx couldn’t help the tiny, mildly amused grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth, “I did. I got the message from her shortly after the two of you arrived here.” She made her way around 406’s bed, taking a seat in a nearby chair, “Explain to me why you’d run from my father, though. I’d like to hear your reasons.” The glitch frowned, unconsciously tightening her grip on her son the smallest bit, “The pay was good, and we had all the food and material items we could’ve ever wanted, but… He did nothing to prevent the abuse that happened between members of his staff. Like this baby… I didn’t even want to be a mom. Killer forced it on me when I told him not to, and here we are now. I started to think about the conditions that my son would be growing up in, and I realized that it’s not safe there for him.” Nyx tilted her head, “You wanted to leave because of the environment, and because you were worried for your child’s safety.” 406 nodded in confirmation, and Nyx reached out, delicately touching her arm, “I see. That’s very noble of you, and I’m happy to hear that you care so much for the safety of your child. I can tell that you love him very much already, and while that brings me joy, I need to ask if you intend to keep him.” The glitch seemed startled by her question, her sockets momentarily widening the smallest bit. 

For clarification, the princess added on, “You said that you didn’t want to be a mother, so I wondered what your plans were for the baby.” 406 watched her son for a moment in silence before she frowned, letting out a deep sigh, “I don’t… I’m not capable of being the kind of parent that he needs. I’m temperamental and unstable; sometimes I can’t even predict what I’ll do next. If I kept him, there’s a chance that I could hurt him, and I don’t want that. I love him, and it’s gonna hurt like hell to give him away, but I think it might be what’s best for him.” The princess’s expression softened, “I understand. While I’d like nothing more than to give you my best wishes for motherhood, I can see what you mean, and I think you might be right. If you’re not sure that you can guarantee his safety and constant wellbeing, then it would be best to have him be cared for by someone who can. Was there anyone that you had in mind already?” 406 shook her head, “No, there’s not. Other than you and Cross, I have no one that I can go to for this.” Nyx was silent for a brief moment, contemplating what to do; She really wanted to help, and while she knew that one day, there’d have to be an heir to her throne, she couldn’t care for the child herself. As of right now, she was simply too busy, and she knew she’d never be able to provide the constant love and care that the baby needed. Her thoughts drifted back to her followers, and an idea dawned on her. 

“How about we keep him here for the next two months? He was born prematurely, so it’d give us a chance to monitor his health and give him the chance to develop a bit. I can send for supplies as soon as you need them, and you can take that time to look through some paperwork and pick out someone suitable to adopt him.” 406’s body fizzled in surprise at the offer, and she looked at Nyx with wide eyes, “You’re sure there’s someone out there that’d really wanna adopt him?… Do you think they’d allow me to visit someday and meet him, once I get settled in somewhere and have time to work on myself?” The princess made a sound in confirmation, offering her a slight smile in reassurance, “Of course I’m sure. I take in orphans and rescue children all the time, and there’s plenty of people in my kingdom that would be overjoyed at the chance to take him in. If you want to meet him someday, you could write that down and I’ll make sure to bring it up to whoever you consider sending him to.” 

The glitch slowly nodded, “Alright, I guess that’d be ok… Why two months, though?” Nyx arched a brow bone, “That’s for his well-being. If you stay here and breastfeed him for two or three months, it’ll help with his development and lower his risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. You could bottle feed him instead if you really wanted to, but I’ve found that compared to babies that are exclusively breastfed, formula-fed babies get sick more often, and they have a doubled overall infant death risk.” 406’s sockets widened slightly and her brow bones became furrowed, “How long do I have to worry about him suddenly dying?” The princess hummed, “The risk will be present until he’s a year old, but most cases happen between one and four months of age. Technically speaking, the risk won’t start to decrease until he reaches six months old, but I’m sure he’ll be alright. I make sure to educate all of the people who fill out adoption applications, especially those that plan to adopt infants.” 406 began to slowly relax, and the princess seemed to consider something as she continued watching the glitch. Shifting her attention to Cross, she cleared her throat, “Cross, you’ve been to my castle before, correct?” The soldier nodded, arching a brow bone in confusion, “Yeah, I have… Why?” Nyx stood and made her way over to a cabinet, opening it and beginning to dig through the contents, “I need you to find my office. On my desk, there’s a key for one of my filing cabinets. The key has a purple paint spot on it, and once you find it and get to the filing cabinet that’s labeled ‘A - E’, I need you to unlock it and go through the ‘C’ files. There’s one that has a green label on the front, and I need you to bring it to me.” 

Deciding not to question her, the soldier made a sound in acknowledgment, murmuring a soft ‘yes, ma’am’ before vanishing. The glitch glanced from the area he’d just been sitting to the princess, visibly confused. Well aware of her confusion, Nyx turned to face her, wearing a tiny, amused grin again, “I figured I’d give him something to do while I try to help you learn how to breastfeed. Unless, of course, you wanted him to stick around.” 406’s cheekbones immediately became flushed with a deep shade of a dull midnight blue and she shook her head, “Nope. That was a good call, Princess.” Nyx bit back laughter at the glitch’s response and sighed, approaching the bed again. Reaching for the infant, she hummed, “I’ll take the baby for a moment… You’ll get him back as soon as you’re ready, I promise.” Although she was clearly a bit reluctant to do so, she carefully passed her new son to Nyx. As she proceeded to sit up and began fumbling with her shirt, the princess looked at the baby and hummed, “Out of curiosity, what would you like to name him?” 

406’s face remained stained with a blush and she refused to look at Nyx as she began to reveal her ecto, “Well… When I first looked at him, I thought he was perfect. That being said, I feel like ‘Paragon’ would be pretty fitting.” Nyx’s expression softened as the baby cooed and stared up at her with wide eyes, his body giving a tiny glitch, “Paragon, huh?… I think I like the sound of that.” 

[sunlightxing]

Show Me Some Respect

After working for years as a secretary to General Hux aboard the ship, the Finalizer, life could not have been better for you.

That was until Hux informed you that Commander Kylo Ren would be joining you on that ship. Almost immediately, you both resent each other, but after being forced to spend more alone time with him, you begin to wonder, what's so bad about him after all?

Chapter 3: Following Orders

Tension rises between you and Commander Kylo Ren on your short mission to a nearby planet. However, upon returning back to the Finalizer, things begin to change between you and General Hux, and a misunderstanding lands you in hot water.

The minutes bled into hours as you impatiently waited for the stormtroopers to finish handling things on the ground. There was nothing but fire, dust, and absolute chaos visible to your gaze from the cockpit. Yet, you could not have been more bored. Of course, Commander Ren made absolutely no attempt to start any form of conversation. Instead, he sat perfectly mute in his seat, watching the violence conspire down below.

You felt guilty for constantly staring at him. One hand pressed up against the side of your face, supporting your head and neck, just to do nothing but study every part of his body. The way his chest heaved with every slow breath he took was mesmerizing, completely and utterly captivating. You wanted to speak to him, have any sort of communication, but he seemed to despise talking to you, or at the very least, despise hearing your voice. That was the worst part about it all, the mixed signals he constantly threw your way, and how he made you question every little thing.

Commander Ren suddenly engaged the ships thrusters, not giving any sort of explanation or instruction. He shot the shuttle down to the village, carefully maneuvering it over the sand dunes, and through the smog and smoke below. The ship slowly lowered itself onto the course ground below, at the very center of the others.

"You will not leave your seat. Is that understood?" Commander Ren demanded as he headed for the exit of the cockpit. His voice punctured your lungs, stabbing at every part of your soul. It hurt to hear him snap at you, the words rippling off his tongue like small knives, unrelentingly digging into wherever his gaze was placed.

You spun around in your chair, now gazing up at him. "I wasn't planning on it, sir," you responded calmly, trying to not show your obvious hatred for the tone of his voice.

Commander Ren let out another sharp, agitated huff before he stormed out of the cockpit, the door slamming behind him. You couldn't help but stare at the way his cape swayed as he moved, how it would brush over his shoulder with ever alternating step, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular physique. You smacked yourself square in the forehead as more sinful thoughts of the Commander flooded your mind, a small droplet of drool slipping through your lips. Those had to go away, or working aboard the same ship as him was going to become nearly impossible.

It seemed to be hours that you were stuck on board the shuttle, though it was probably only a couple minutes. You kept fidgeting in your seat, staring at the door in hope it would finally open to reveal the Commander, carrying on some prisoner, his breath panting as he carries himself onto the cockpit. His tired and aching body flopping into his seat, chest heaving as he took in any air he could. Your mind fluttered into thoughts of him calling you to him, making you tend to his wounds. The thought of pulling of his shirt to reveal finely chiseled muscles, then reaching for his helmet-

You slapped yourself in the face again, using that as a way to punish yourself for the thoughts and fantasies. It was beyond fucked up that you had such a strong craving for him, when all that came out of your mouth when he was around was berating insults, and the same flew from his own. He even said it himself, he didn't like you. Yet, he too must have a fair amount of pleasurable thoughts that fill his own mind, as he had acted on a few of them before. The only logical solution to stopping those strong emotions was getting away from the Commander, but it didn't look like that would be happening anytime soon.

A horrid hissing sound came from the back of the shuttle, the recognizable sound the door made when they were opened. You jumped out of your seat, running to the doorway and hurriedly opening it to see the two stormtroopers who accompanied you on board, but with no Commander. You looked at them for some answers, but they just shook their heads, pointing towards the cockpit. The fools didn't speak unless spoken to, but you doubted they were trained to answer to the likes of you.

"What?" You whispered, hoping they'd go against protocol just to give you a simple answer.

One of them went to speak, and the other responded by smack him on the back of the head. You rolled your eyes as the two troopers began to beat the ever loving shit out of each other, instead of giving you the smallest amount of answers. "Look," you stated, drawing their attention away from their small quarrel. "I just want to know where the Commander is. Can you give me that much?"

The two looked at one another, giving a nod of reassurance that only that information would be allowed to be stated, but then, a loud, and rather horrifying yell came from outside the ship.

"Uhhh, that would be the Commander," one of the troopers said, the other again smacking him on the back of the head as punishment for confusing to speak to you.

You turned back to the pair, shouting to stop another fight from ensuing. "Why is he so angry?" You demanded, hoping they'd answer that question, since they didn't technically answer the first.

"He didn't find what he wanted," the trooper answered. This time, the one who responded was the usual instigator of the fights. You went to ask the pair of them just one more question, about how much they knew about the Commander. You assumed they had worked with him several times, as they seemed used to the little tantrum he threw outside of the ship, but that would have to wait for another time.

Commander Ren came marching onboard the ship, his lightsaber fully ignited. The flashing, blood curdling sizzle of the electric flame sensing you tumbling back in fear. Upon seeing your reaction, or just you in general, he unsheathed the saber, placing it promptly at his side.

"What are you doing down here?" He demanded, his voice showing a vast amount of rage, more than usual that is. He turned to the troopers who were now dead silent, as if they were statues. "Did you speak to her?" The Commanders asked, reaching again for the saber at his side. You didn't want to hear that horrible sound again, so you were willing to lie for the sake of those two poor troopers. After all, they never would've spoken to you unless you practically begged for it.

"No, sir," you cried out. "They didn't speak to me."

The Commander looked at you, menacingly. Even the slightest glances from him would send shivers down your spine. He walked closer to you, stopping so his chest was inches from your face. His hand lifting up your chin so you were gazing into his jet black mask.

"You aren't a very good liar."

You felt your body go numb. "Commander, I'm not lying."

He reached his hand across your entire jaw, clenching it hard. "March your prissy little ass back to the cockpit."

You gulped, trying not to choke on your own spit. "Yes, Commander," you said as you sprinted away back to your seat.

The ships engine roared as he soared it away from the village, and back in the direction of the Finalizer. You kept thinking about those troopers, and how they probably hated you now. You nearly got their asses whopped just for asking a basic question. Why could the Commander not handle you asking just a simple question? It was for his own safety, he should be thankful you cared enough to see what happened to him.

"Enough," Commander Ren interjected. "You should've never left the cockpit in the first place."

"Commander, why do you keep reading my thoughts?" You asked ferociously.

He paused, clenching his fist so tightly you were afraid he might shatter it. "I don't want to, but you're yelling," he hissed. "I cant ignore it, though I desperately want to."

You rolled your eyes, completely and utterly annoyed by his antics, "I doubt that's the case, sir," you responded. He had no reason to keep searching your mind for every little thing that crossed it, and considering most of the thoughts your mind had been infected with, you didn't want him to.

Silence reigned for the remainder of the flight back to the Finalizer. The second you landed back on the base, the Commander shot up from his seat. The two troopers in the back carted the rebel pilot off of the ship to god knows where. You went to exit the ship and head back  to the control room, when he stuck out his arm, slamming it into the wall, stopping you from continuing your path out of the ship.

"I expect you to follow my orders more strictly next time."

You looked at him in confusion. "There's gonna be a next time?" You asked mournfully.

He huffed at you in rage, furious with the fact you didn't wish to spend any longer with him. He shouldn't have been that shocked, you thought it was pretty obvious as to why. In a fast and violent motion, he ripped his hand away from the wall, marching off to the ships exit. Then, finally, he was gone. You stood there for a moment in utter disbelief.  He should've been happy you didn't want to spend any more time with him, it's not like he enjoyed so much as a second of it.

You walked down through the hallways, passing by large squads of stormtroopers. They looked so rushed and hectic, probably because they faced a majority of the scrutiny passed on by Commander Ren. At least you had Hux, who was usually kind to you, and a very fair leader. They didn't have any one. Not even their Captain, Phasma, showed them an ounce of compassion.

You brushed those thoughts off as best you could, your primary focus to stop the stagnant bleeding of your nose before you entered the control room. You approached the bridge slowly, still wiping away some excess. Before you even fully entered the room, Hux bolted towards you, a pleasurable grin covering his face.

"You're back!" He exclaimed, rushing over to you. He then coughed, acting like it was a mistake that his voice was a bit too cheerful just to greet his secretary, as it would draw suspicion from the people who surrounded you both. You smiled at him, hoping there wasn't leftover nose blood residue on your face.

"How was it?"

"Oh, the mission. Not terrible at all, sir. Quite boring though."

"No," he huffed, "I meant how was it, with Ren."

You gulped, knowing full well you couldn't tell him of every tension filled moments, and the numerous times the Commander had left you bloody and bruised.

"Oh, it wasn't bad," you chuckled. "But, you know him! So serious!"

Hux gave a rather disingenuous grin. You bit your lip in fear, worried he might be onto you, and that maybe he had some hidden mind reading ability like the Commander did. But, Hux was simply just plain old Hux, and he moved on from that awkward discussion with the flick of his trench coat.  He turned back to the scanners, radars, all machines that scattered the control room. His breath was stagnant, almost forced. You watched as a single droplet of sweat pooled down from his forehead, down to his cheek before he abruptly brushed it away.

"General?" You asked. "Is everything alright?"

Hux looked over at your fellow pilots, who were plugging away into the ships database. "The Commander is, awfully frustrated at this moment. I'm sure you know that," he sighed. You shrugged, not quite understanding the difference between Commander Rens' frustration, or his overall anger issues. Hux finally managed to focus his gaze on you, and shifted his eyes towards your blood stained sleeve, staring at it with a completely mortified expression.

You tried to draw away his attention from that, shoving your hand quickly inside of your pocket. "When is he not?" You said playfully, hopefully halting him from asking any questions.

Hux gave you an awkward smile, he was never the type for jokes. "He's obsessed with finding part of a navigational chart that will lead us to Luke Skywalker," Hux said sternly.

"Like, Luke Skywalker the Jedi?!" You questioned far too excitedly.

Hux hushed you, placing his hand over your mouth in an effort to keep you quiet. "I thought the Commander would've told- never mind," he whispered. Nervously, he glanced around the room, surveying to see if anyone else heard what you had said and thankfully no one did. Placing his hands on your shoulders, he pulled you in close, whispering the last few details into your ear, his breath hot and trembling. "Skywalker is the only threat to the First Orders' rule. The Resistances' last hope ," Hux added, staring deeply into your eyes. "If we don't find and destroy him, it would be our end."

Hux continued to gaze into your eyes, like he was studying every part of your face. The tension kept building as he gazed at you so longingly, so intently. "Forgive me," he remarked, not once shifting his view away from your now blushing cheeks. "I thought I'd never see you again." Your heart thumped against your chest, feeling his hands gently press into your collarbones. His eyes glittered with passion, a look he had never given you before. He genuinely looked almost afraid, as if he meant what he said, the fear of never seeing you again.

"Hux-"

A loud, blaring sound rang through your ear, stopping you both dead in your tracks. Hux flinched, pulling himself away from you, and losing that shimmering glow in his eyes. "What is going on?!" He demanded, rushing over to the pilot overseeing the ships security system.

"Sir, an X-Wing flyer has been spotted heading towards a nearby planet. It could be our pilot."

A sinister smile wiped across Huxs' face, so horrific it sent a chill running down the back of your spine. He clenched his jaw, now turning back to the bridges large window overseeing the planet. "I'll alert the Commander. We'll end this now," Hux asserted, turning back towards you, his expression unchanging, until he saw yours.

"Cadet," he stammered. "What is the issue?" Hux and every other member in the bridge were staring at you with mixed emotions in their eyes. Most of them confused, halted until you gave Hux the answer he was desperately searching for. But you didn't know what the issue was, why you were looking upon your General with such fear in your heart. It was an unconscious look, but there had to be some reasoning behind it, an explanation for why that emotion had presented itself in your eyes.

You shook your head, dismissing the gazes of every pair of eyes that look upon you. Hux sighed, somewhat frustrated you hadn't given an explanation for your behavior. He turned back to the pilot, clenching the inner part of his cheek tightly between his pearly white teeth.

"Stand down until my return," Hux ordered the crew members, the tone of smugness high in his voice. He glanced at you one final time before exiting, his eyes showing instability in every corner of his pupils. You knew he was fearing the worst, that you'd be ripped from his clutches once more, and be placed into those of the Commander.

You stood, gazing off at the other members in the bridge, wondering if they held as much panic in their hearts as you did. Hux had left you there with no instructions, and not us much as a little bit of information. He had been so disorganized, so frazzled in his movements, and you knew why.

Hux didn't want you anywhere near Commander Ren for as long as humanly possible. You weren't sure how well that would work, since Hux just laid down and took it every time he was berated and abused by the Commander. You felt guilty, but it was rather hilarious to watch, and hearing Commander Rens' smooth, piercing voice, lash out at anyone while in your presence, it made your body ache with desire.

You smacked yourself in the face, catching the eye of two stormtroopers who were standing beside the doorway. They stared for a moment, then shrugged your behavior off as they continued their pointless conversation. Nervously, you bit your lip, embarrassed you had drawn that unwanted attention to yourself, and bitterly unhappy that your fantasies had not rid themselves from your mind.

It was a constant battle. Trying to maintain your professionalism, and fawning over the Commanders sensational touch. The brief, tension filled moments the two of you had shared controlled your mind, presenting themselves in the worst possible moments. Fantasies fluttered around every time he entered a room you were in, and you regretfully knew he could hear every bit of it. You wanted it to stop so badly, practically begged for it, but they just wouldn't go away. You hated him, despised him for spinning your life on its head, ruining every bit of certainty you had. Everything was so simple before he came along, and now, it was beyond confusing.

"Hello."

You shook yourself out of your entrancement, glancing to the side to see the young pilot, Simon, staring at you with the cutest pair of puppy-dog-eyes you had ever seen. "Oh," you stammered, not quite sure how to respond. "Hello."

"Do you know where Hux went?" He asked curiously, still maintaining a glisten in his eyes. You paused for a moment, losing yourself in his deep blue orbs, mesmerized by their beauty and majesty.

He waved his hand in front of your nose, inches from its tip in an effort to snap you back into focus. You let out a nervous laugh. "My apologies. As far as I know, he's gone to retrieve the Commander, informing him of the possible Resistance pilot." Simon nodded, placing his hand in a questioning manner around around his chin. His eyes scanned the room, almost as if he was looking for something. You stood nervously as his gazed moved from the divots on the floor to your feet, then sweat began to form on your brow as his eyes shifted up to meet yours, studying every inch of your body on the way up.

"Don't you think we should try and stop that ship from heading where it needs to go?"

"Uhm, what?" You hesitated, finding fear in his now cocky and smug expression. His tongue curled around his lips, sliding over his perfect, white teeth as a crooked smile formed upon his face.

"Well, we don't want that ship to get what it's looking for. So why don't we capture it?" He scoffed, now beginning to circle around your body. Your bones grew stiff, and blown ran cold. It was torturous what he was doing. Your legs ached, screaming at you to run, and you wanted to. Wanted to move, get away, do anything to escape. But Hux told you to stay put. You had to follow your orders.

A stagnant breath escape your mouth, not purposefully. You coughed as to try and muffle it, conceal the fear that obviously didn't want to hide. "We aren't permitted to debate this," you replied, hoping to sound as sophisticated and intelligent as possible. "General Hux gave no orders other than for us to stay put. Therefore, that is what we shall do."

"You follow him too blindly."

A lump formed in the back of your throat, almost sending you into a choke. "I-I'm sorry?" You questioned, no longer was there any sophistication in your tone of voice. He shrugged, "look I get it, you don't wanna go against his rules-"

He stepped closer to you, stopping inches from your face. Shivers rode down your spine as he looked you up and down, a sinister grin wiping over his face.

"But just imagine how proud Commander Kylo Ren would be with you."

Your body went numb, stiffening as he pulled away from your face, wickedly smirking as he turned back to the front of the bridge. "If you won't give the order, I will. But, I think it'd look a lot better if you did it."

You turned away from him, biting your lip so hard, blood to pool from where your teeth had sunk in to the flesh. It was unfathomable, how he was able to sense the sneaking desire in your body that you wanted Commander Ren to be proud of you, impressed by your abilities. So far, all he'd seen you as was a bitchy little secretary. But you wanted him to see more than that, more from you. It was terrible, frankly stupid that you wanted him to find you witty, radiant-

Perfect.

"Simon," you finally responded, dispelling the sense of uncertainty from your voice. "With all due respect, though your idea does seem rather brilliant, I will not go against my orders. That is not my job."

He scoffed, clenching his fist tightly at his side. "Fine," he huffed, marching towards the center of the control room. "Then I'll do it."

All eyes in the room were now on the pair of you, most of them searching your own for an explanation. No one understood what was going on, why the quarrel between you and an ex TIE-flyer was taking place in the middle of the bridge. You knew if Simon began barking out orders, no one would listen to him. But there was that worry, that when Hux returned with Commander Ren at his side, they'd both be disgusted with your lack of initiative.

"Well then," Simon proclaimed to the enter staff. "Why aren't we going after that ship?"

The men stationed at the blasters looked at Simon with disgruntled expressions, not showing any signs of following his orders. The two stormtroopers stationed at the entrance scoffed. Those two knew authority, and how a true leader was supposed to behave and act. Simon did not have what it took to lead, or give any sort or directions.

You stepped forward, positioning yourself next to Simon, which drew the attention back from those who had looked away. Though Simon towered over you in physicality, in spirit, and in status, you could've squashed him with the tip of your fingernails.

“Our instructions come from General Hux and Commander Ren," you stated firmly, digging back into those months of public speaking courses you took at the Academy. "I trust that none of you have forgotten that."

Simon rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to speak once more, when suddenly, he was thrown away from you, and into the nearby wall. The wretched sound of his bones smacking against the hard, metal desks and control panels was enough to make you sick. He flopped onto the floor below, and picked his head up weakly, staring first at you, and then shifting his gaze to the doorway, where even his pain filled eyes widened in pure fear.

Slowly, you shifted your body from the front of the bridge, to the entrance. There, standing with a fully extended arm which twitched with such a violent rage, was Commander Ren. Hux stood beside him, looking rather annoyed he had thrown one of the pilots like a rag doll across the room in front of the entire staff.

"Cadet," Hux stated plainly, not sounding like his usual self at all. His tone was more cross, and a lot more stuck up that in usually presented. "What is the meaning of this?"

You gulped. "Uh, sir. There was a debate about whether or not the rebel ship should be destroyed before landing on-"

Before you could finish your explanation, and tell both Hux and the Commander that none of this was your idea, Hux walked slowly, and horrifically intimidatingly towards you. He stopped inches from your face, and rose his hand up to strike you. You winced in fear, as it had been years since he had slapped you in anger. There wasn't anything to do in that moment, for if you tried to stop him, the punishment would only be worse. You stood there, prepared to have the life knocked out of you by his cold, pale hands, but there was nothing.

Too much time had gone by, and you knew when Hux was ready to throw a physically punishment at you, he didn't hold back. You slightly peeled open you eyes, looking up to see Huxs' hand being held back-

By the Commanders'.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, General," Commander Ren stated, his gloved hand digging into Huxs' weak and feeble wrist. Hux glared at him, ripping his hand away from the Commanders grasp, rubbing it gently. You knew what Hux was feeling in that moment, that pain. A feeling of remorse tried to rush over you, but it was expelled by gratitude. The Commander, as horrid as he was, had stopped Hux from hurting you. Maybe it was because he himself wanted to, but you didn't get that feeling from him. Not this time.

"You can't possibly think she was in the right to give out those orders," Hux hissed, still massaging his flushed hand.  Commander Ren looked at you, an instant pain rushing through your mind. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to make it hurt less, but thankfully after less than a few seconds, it was gone.

"She did not give out those orders."

A small grin formed on your face. For once, he had read your thoughts when it was most important, when he actually needed to. Hux shuddered, looking at you with an apologetic glance. You knew he felt bad for not listening, and for behaving so differently towards you. The first guess you had was he believed Commander Ren would find him redeemable if he resented you, but that wasn't the case, not anymore.

"The girl is coming with me," Commander Ren ordered, his words so powerful the room practically shook when he spoke.

You went to swallow down the spit coming from your watering mouth, but after that statement, you choked on it instead. The Commander gave you a slight glance, then returned back to Huxs' gaze as you continued to try and muffle your cough.

"Ren, she is my secretary, and she belongs here on the Finalizer. That's been her job-"

"Her job as of right now is to fill in as my secretary," Commander Ren finished after cutting Hux off mid sentence. You couldn't help but hide the excitement on your face, but Hux couldn't help hide his disgust. "I won't be taking that traitor with me."

You looked over to Simon, following the Commanders' and Huxs' gaze. The boy had pulled himself off of the ground, blood seeping from a large gash on his head. He stares into your eyes menacingly, the once glistening blue orbs now pools of darkened misery. You pulled your attention away from him, afraid he might lash out at you. But Commander Rens' unchanging body language showed you if he so much as tried, the next thrown against the metal wall would ensure his death.

"Ren-" Hux begged, trying his best to keep you here with him. He knew he had messed up, showing violence towards you instead of being rational. Deep down, something gnawed at you, saying the Commanders had been waiting for Hux to slip up like he did today.

Then, you would be his and his alone.

"I've made my decision," Commander Ren stated. "She's coming with me."

A warm feeling flooded over your body, the same feeling you got the day Hux picked you to work in the control room of the Finalizer. It felt wrong, to have that strong emotion again, but this time, you were being taken away from Hux. The Commander ushered you to follow closely beside him, and you did as you were told. Hux turned away from the pair of you, looking back to the members of the bridge. You knew that watching you walk away from him with the man he believes you'd resent must've been beyond hard for him. It was hard for you too.

"You'll be back with him soon," Commander Ren assured as the pair of you approached the doors to the landing bay. You didn't respond, as there was nothing to be said. Hux would be stuck on that ship, without you until the Commander placed you back in his care. You didn't understand why this man couldn't just get another secretary. But you knew if he did, you'd despise whoever it was, hate them even.

The doors to the bay opened with a dramatic hissing noise following their unattachment. Troopers were lined up in formation, receiving orders from their Generals. You gazed out at the bay, thinking of how you'd be stepping off this vessel, your home, to be alone in a cockpit with Commandrr Ren for who knows how long.

You weren't ready, he knew you weren't. He could smell the fear and panic off your body every time he inhaled. Yet, he insisted, made a point to keep you near him. Technically, all you were was a fill in, but it felt like you were so much more than that. But that very well just could have been a dream, a made up reality you had created in your mind.

Commander Ren walked past you, heading down the ramp towards the Command shuttle. You stood back, gazing at the way he marched so powerfully, and so assuredly. Every person on that bay stopped dead in their tracks when he went by, not gawking nearly as much as you were. His cape swayed with every step he took, brushing past his shoulders to reveal the smallest outline of his body.

You gulped as he turned back to face you, ushering for you to follow him. The soldiers stationed on the bay looked up at you now, sending a burning sensation across your back, flooding into every part of your trembling body.

This is going to be rough.

[after-valiant-hero-ask]

Soooo, somehow the "keep reading" Thing on tumblr kinda beoken for me, so I can't really post this with the keep reading, but also, I made a post about going to make a fandic of After Valiant Hero that takes place BEFORE the main event onthe comic, sooo, here it is!! I hope you all enjoy it! (And also, it's 2.000+ words long, so, it's kinda long^^)

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"TONIGHT"

by LovelyPink2005

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Summary:

This takes 2 months after the valiant Hero ending, right when the toppats decided to celebrate their fully recovered airship and the clan, but something is up with sven that made him missed the whole party.

Note:

I'm not that good on english, so, I'm so sorry if this fic came out bad^^"

And also, this is a fanfic I wrote about the story of the messy doodle/sketch comic I did of sven and Charles on whiteboard, so, uhhh, yeah^^"

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It was the day after they did their first heist after recovering their airship and their clan, which is 2 months after the Valiant Hero ending. It also charles's first time too, he feels strange for doing that, like there's something wrong with it but can't quite put a finger on it. He decided to forget about it. "It's probably just the side effect."

 

The toppat clan wanted to celebrate it for their success, they talk to talk, share to share about having a party for it, until it delivered to charles and sven who is on their room. "A party huh?" Sven said as he put his hand on his chin, thinking about it. "Suits yourself, If you wanted to celebrate it, then go for it" He continue with a smile on his face. He turned his head to charles to see his face full of excitement for that party, like he never had them before.

"Sven" Charles called as he put his hand on sven's shoulder. "Let's have it tonight!"

"Yeah, sure..." Sven paused, looking down for a second, and lifted his face back to charles. "Sure!".

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, if you all want it, then go for it."

"Alright, I'll go inform the others about this." He gives sven a pat on the back before leaving the room.

Sven waves and wanted to say "c'ya" to charles very badly, but charles already left them room. Sighed, and sits back to his bed, and looked up on the ceiling, smiling. "Hey, are you ok there..?" His face could easily shows you a bit of sadness, and pain. Sven was talking to himself, but really, he just missed his old friend.

Someone who used to be around him, a friend who ALWAYS around him ever since he joined the toppat clan. Burt Curtis. That's his name. Sven and Burt joined the toppat clan on the same day years ago, they even meet right before entering the airship. They keeps on running into each other as their relationship grows, until they become the best of friends. Even after Sven become the leader, their relationship or friendship still is the same.

But… sadly… He died at the orbital station when it exploded. got left behind because he was trapped on a room and couldn't get out. Sven wish he could found him, but the other toppats dragged him with force to the pod.

He couldn't save him. He failed to save him. The last thing he even heard from him was a when he called sven after the luxury pod has escaped.

"We're having a party tonight... Wish you could join us burt." A tear runs down on his face.

He wiped it as he rubs his eyes. "Ugh, c'mon sven, pull it together!" He palmed both of his hands on his face and falls on his bed.

"He's gone! Just.. Try to—– uuggghh!" He sighed to himself. He quickly sits up and try to pull his act together. A forced smile on his face, but it's not that obvious.

Take a deep breath, and let it out as he then go outside to also inform the others about the party. Yeah, let's just focus on that, focus on the clan. Maybe the other could distract him from his mind.

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Charles straight up go to the cafeteria since most toppats usually just hang out there. He saw one of the toppat he usually talk to if sven wasn't around. He called him.

"Harold!" Said charles as he waved his hand at him and the other toppats that's with him.

Ah yes, Handsome Harold. Charles usually hang around him since he's the second person who ever talk to him after he woke up and got amnesia.

"Oh, Charles" Harold rise his hand up as high as his face.

"Sve— uhh, Chief said that we're having a party to celebrate the fully recovered of our clan!"

Harold and the other toppats look at each others as their eyes widened open.

What?? "Really?"

Charles nodded. The other toppats slowly having their face with smiles.

"Alright lads! Let's prepare things up for the party!" One of the toppat called Wallace Dagwood, yelled as the others on the cafeteria then cheered.

A couple of hours has passed, and the party is almost ready. The whole cafeteria was full with a lot of stuff, Charles just can't wait for sven to see this. There's a bunch of food and snacks on the food table, such as pizza, chicken wings, tacos, cupcakes, cake, and other food that usually on a party. There's also a berry punch, and some alcohols on the drink table.

Beside the foods and drinks, there's also a lot of decorations and other stuff that changed on the cafeteria. Like a small stage for anyone who wanted to perform anything. Blue carpet on the whole floor of the room, and disco light-ball. Charles can't really describe everything, but all he could say is that everything is going to be awesome!

Huh?

In a flip, he realized something. He haven't see Sven around to help since he know that Sven likes to help around.

Is he not feeling well?

He did startled for sometimes today whenever he talks… is there anything wrong with him?

Charles can only feel worried about him. But he hopes that non of his thoughts are true.

"Oi Charles!"

Sometimes tapped his shoulder. He jumped a bit and making the "eep" Sound as he surprised.

"Hmm? Oh, it's you" He signed, It was of course Harold.

"What were you thinking? I saw you were excited a view second ago, but then you immediately worried" Said Harold.

"What's wrong?"

"I- huh? No no, you guessed it wrong, why would I be worried when there's a party right in front me?"

How the heck did he know? Can he read face expression that good???

Harold sighed. "Charles, it's all over your face."

Shoot, Right. Knew it.

"O-oh, well, you're right" He smiles. "But I only worried because this will be the first party I'll ever have, since, you know.." He scratched his head.

He lost his memories. He can't even remember everything, how can he remember the last time he even go to one, right?

"Yeah, I know, sorry for that" He wrapped his hand around Charles.

"But they'll all come back! Even if they won't, you can always create new memory!" Harold just trying to cheer 'em up. "Just don't forget to have your medicals, 'kay?"

Charles smile and nodded.

Both of them then go to help t he others finishing some stuff for the party.

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Sven was outside of the security room, the place where he get to see outside and have the winds in his hair (the place where henry got in the airship when we choose the grapple gun (PBT)).

Just standing there, watching the sun setting down. He looked at the sky.

Thinking to himself. Wishing that all of this was just a really long dream, and when he wakes up, everything was still… Normal. Burt still there, the orbital station was save and sound. And Reginald never got arrested.

He's been there for a hour now, until Charles contacted him. His phone buzzing.

"Hmm?" He picked his phone. It's Charles…

He takes a deep breath, and then answer the call. "Hello"?

"Sven! Where are you? I can't find you in your room, or the cafeteria!" Said Charles in a little worried tone.

"The party is starting in a hour!"

"Oh, really?" He responded as his eyes widened a bit. He didn't thought it'll be starting that fast. "That was fast"

"Yeah, and— wait, Sven! Are you at that place again??" Charles could hear the sound of the winds through sven's phone.

"... Well, yeah?"

"What's wrong?? You only goes there is you're down, you know that you have your greatest friend hereto help you!" Charles raised his voice, but not in an angry way, but more like in a worried and abit of disappointed tone.

Huh? Oh right, he knew.

"No, it's fine Charles! I only looking for some fresh air!"

Hmmm, that sounds convincing alright.

"Okay, but you HAVE to be here when the party started! It'll be the greatest time, truste!"

Sven chuckled on how silly Charles is. "Yeah yeah, I'll be there".

He closed the call as he sighed. He closed his eyes and smile as he shakes his head.

"Charles Charles, guess there's different between you two after all" He chuckled.

Sven then make his way In. He walk through the security room, the hall of portraits, and finally, the kitchen. He stopped there for a bit, looking at the drawer. He then turns around and open up the drawer where he knew a bottle of alcohol would be there. He takes it and looks at it for a while. His face seems like he had no emotions, it's pale, but you could see through his face that he's… tired.

Sven continue walking and bringing the alcohol. He's going to his room.

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An hour and a half has passed, and there is no sign of Sven yet. Charles keeps on looking around. The party already going since around 30 minutes ago. Charles bit his lips for a bit, worried if there's really something wrong with sven.

He takes a sip of the berry punch as he holding one cup of it.

"Sven, where are you?" He whispered to himself.

A toppat named Carol Cross approach Charles from behind. "Where's sven?" She asked.

"Oh! Miss Carol!" He waved his hand to her, and then immediately scratched his head. "I uh, not sure, I haven't see him anyway around this place".

"Hmm, you should go and find him, don't wanna make him missed tonight."

"Yeah, maybe I should" He put his cup on the table. "Cya around Miss carol, and enjoy the party!". Charles immediately left the cafeteria and try to look for Sven everywhere. It'll took him a while since the airship is really big, he could be anywhere.

After a while, he still couldn't find him, until he walked over to their room.

"Sven? Are you here?" Charles opened the door to their room and look inside.

As he though, he was on their room, sitting on the chair right in front of his small desk beside his bed. But is he drinking by himself??

"Uhh… Sven, are you drunk?" He asked as he approach him. He saw a bottle of alcohol beside him that's almost empty. Sven usually can't handle to much alcohol, a couple of small cup can already made him drunk alright.

He sits next to him. "Are.. you ok? You shouldn't drink by yourself sven".

" O-oh… burt, you're here—"

Burt?? Who is he talking about? He's clearly brunk very badly.

"Uhh, sven, it's me, Charles. You're ready drunk, aren't you?"

He then takes the bottle from sven to prevent him from drinking more. "You should stop now, you don't even recognize me that well" He put the bottle away.

Sven looks at sven, his face really looking like a zombie who just came back to life. He smiled as he saw Charles.

"S-stop joking around—– I know that's you Burt-" He hiccups every now and then.

"Heh, you're so silly Burt… I know it's you.." Sven turned his head back to the cup he's holding.

"You'll always found me whenever I'm like.. This—- I know I've only saw you a couple hours ago…But for some reason… i missed you.. So— much.."

Charles has no clue what he's talking about. But then he somehow remember something. Sven once mentioned he used had a friend from high school maybe? He said they're really close friend. One thing he know that sven missed them too, so, Charles assume he think he's the old friend of sven???

A sob could be heard from sven.

"I…Always wanted to tell you something… b-but— I'm always to coward.."

Charles kinda feels bad for him. He then patted sven's back. "Sven, snap out of it, it's me, Charles, you should get some rest and—–" Before he finish his sentence,he could feel that Sven is about to pass out in any moment. "Woah, sven-"

"I know I know… but B-burt.. Before I Pass out, at least let me tell you h-how I—–"

Without any warning, sven grabbed Charles hand and dragged him really closed to him.

"S-sven!?"

Again, without any warning, sven pulled Charles closer as he kissed him on the lips for like 5 second.

What. The. Heck!?!?!???? Did he just..!?

Sven then immediately fall as he fainted. Charles quickly grab him before he fell to the floor.

Charles's face became RED. He didn't know what the hell just happened. Did his friend just kissed him!? That was unpredictable. He couldn't believe that.

"Wh— what was that…!?"

He never and didn't have that kind of feeling towards Sven, so that's not the reason he blushed. Sven literally just took Charles's first kiss. And that's at least how Charles feel about it. He rubs his mouth as in, he wish that never happened. He didn't want his first kiss to be from his great friend.

But at the same time, he still feel bad for Sven. He once mentioned that he used to have this friend on high school and rhat they've separated from each others for so long, with sven still have this feeling for them. At least that's what Charles assume.

Charles sighed. The blush on his face started to fade away as he calmed down.

"W-well, guess sven will missed tonight's party."

Charles then picks up Sven and lay him down on his bed. He put the blanket on him.

After that Charles tried his best NOT to mention that even happened or even slipped through his mouth as he foes back to the party.

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The sun is rising, another day has come.

The party was a blast last night, but to bad sven missed all of it.

Sven slowly opens his eyes ashe waking up. Yawning and rubs his eyes before sitting down. He feels a bit dizzy, but can't quite remember what happened last night.

Oh wait, think he did, he remember that he drank by himself on the room until he passed out. At least that's how he remembers it.

As Sven was still sitting on his bed,Charles came in the room while having himself a cup of coffee. He then saw Sven.

"O-oh, morning there sven!" He waved his hand at him, highly hoping he didn't remember what happened last night. He sat down on his own bed.

"Morning Charles, didn't expect you to wake up sooner than me" Said sven as he stretched his arms.

"Oh, yeah, uh, well, you were really tired yesterday, so, that's explain why you over slept?" He takes a sip from his hot coffee.

"Heh, pretty much, I was kinda uh, drunk last night and passed out"

Phew, He didn't remember THAT. Charles relief.

"Yeah-" Charles then change the topic in a second to prevent him from trying to remember that night.

"H-hey sven! You totally missed the party! As I said, it was the greatest!" He said as he smiles brightly.

"Oh really?" He smiled back to him. "Tell me about it then.

Charles then when on telling Sven everything that happened on the party, really detailed. From where Charles went off to inform the others about doing a party, until the party ended and everyone have to clean them up after it.

Days has passed, and Sven haven't remember what has happened that night. So Charles decided to keep it a secret to himself, until now.

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Welp, that's all of the fantic! I hope you enjoyed this, and tha k you so much for putting your time to read this all t he way down here! I really appreciate it!✨✨✨

[insaneasgardian]

We’re Not Friends! ~ Thor Odinson

Summary: “We’re not friends”, something the Avengers have grown accustomed to hearing from Thor and Y/N, but this simply worded phrase doesn’t mean the pair are enemies either.

Ship: Thor x Reader maybe a platonic Natasha x Reader

A/N: This is a request by @jennie22feona​. I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I really do apologize and I cannot even give you a good reason as to why this was stretched, but it’s out now, and I hope you like it! It’s not even that funny or good, oof, I feel so disappointed, I’m sorry!

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color

Y/F/S = Your Favorite Show

I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF

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“Can you two NOT argue for an hour?!” Steve Rogers exclaimed exasperatedly, throwing his hands in the air. Thor and Y/N looked at each other with a little smirk that none of the other Avengers could quite read. “We’re not arguing,” the blonde and muscular Asgardian reasoned, “it’s just some playful teasing!”. 

Steve shook his head, “Yes, well whatever it is, it’s the reason you two don’t work well on missions when paired together”. The others nodded, but Loki piped up, “Um- no actually, the reason they don’t work well when paired together is because they’re always making heart eyes at each other, they’re actua-” the trickster was cut off by Natasha who refused to hear the theory that her best friend who she treated like a little sister actually had the hots for the god of thunder.

“Why can’t you two just be friends?” she asked quietly. “WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!” the pair instantaneously yelled, startling poor Clint who sat right in between them. “Of course you’re not” Natasha mumbled, seemingly annoyed, but she was glad. She would rather prefer that Y/N rather not be Thor’s friend than be his lover, she was protective over the girl that way.

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“I told you that you shouldn’t draw attention to our hiding spot...” Y/N told Thor as she shot another of the enemy down. The mission was meant to be a stealthy one, but Thor had ‘accidentally’ summoned some lightning and alerted the many HYDRA agents of their presence. Thor struck an entire group of them with Stormbreaker before answering his colleague, “At least I’m getting this mission finished quicker”. The young woman rolled her eyes before taking out a batch of the enemy with nothing but a pocket knife.

“Learn to embrace your mistakes darling” Y/N said smugly

“Okay, come here so I can give you a hug” Thor retorted

And thus it began once again...

Tony turned to Sam temporarily retracting his ironman mask, “I’m telling you man, it’s not some basic playful teasing between those two, it’s full on sexual tension”. Agent Wilson stared at the bickering pair and nodded his head slowly, “I ship it” he announced to his mission partner. Tony chuckled, “Yea, well don’t let Nat hear ya saying that, you know how she secretly hopes Y/N remains eternally virgin and only makes time for her”.

With this little quip at the redheaded assassin, the falcon and ironman took to the skies, keeping close watch on the two lovebirds down below.

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“Thorrrrr, must you always make it rain?” groaned a very exasperated Y/N from the couch in the Avengers tower penthouse, staring gloomily outside the floor to ceiling windows.

“Y/NNNNNN, must you always complain?” The god of thunder retaliated, he stopped pacing and spun on his heel to look at the girl. “I can’t control the rain my love” he informed her. “That’s a lie” muttered Loki from his place next to the addressed woman. 

Natasha huffed, “She’s not your love’ Thor” a slightly jealous and protective tone in her voice was evident. Loki opened his mouth to say something and Thor and Y/N glanced at each other, but they all stopped their actions when Pietro burst in through the door, “I agree, she is MY love!” he announced. Nat expressed her distaste for this very vividly.

Whilst the redhead tuned Pietro out, angry thunder clouds gathered in the sky and stormed so violently that the entire tower started to shudder. Bruce and Tony stumbled into the room through the elevator, “Take it easy Thor, I think I might lose it any moment now” The brunette doctor said through gritted teeth. The billionaire nodded avidly, “I don’t want to make another tower, I like this one!” he added. Thor promptly apologized and willed himself to calm down, but not before shooting Pietro a dirty look nobody could quite understand the reason behind.

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Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff stood on the second floor of the training room, onlooking Thor and Y/N who were sparring with each other. “You know some of the guys are saying their friendly jabs at each other may be something more,” Wanda expressed, pausing to take a sip of water, “like sexual tension” she ended.

Her spy companion rolled her eyes, “Those guys are idiots, there’s no way Thor and Y/N like each other, they’re always arguing” she firmly said, “Almost like an old married couple...” the Scarlett Witch truthfully stated, observing her two friends on the ground floor try to pin each other down.

Nat stayed silent, expressing no emotion perfectly just as she was trained to. However, young Miss Maximoff saw several different thoughts running through her head... literally. “Maybe it’s time to just accept they were meant for each other” she whispered softly.

The other woman clenched her jaw as she watched Thor pin his opponent down, only to be flipped over and onto his back by her. “No” she said, before turning and walking swiftly out the training room.

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“They’re actually not arguing for once” Bucky whispered to Clint. “And they’re actually getting along” he observed. Both of them were sitting at Tony’s bar area watching the god of thunder and the pretty Y/H/C haired agent watching Y/F/S together and laughing.

“About time” the voice of a certain witch remarked, Bucky and Clint turned to find the rest of their team watching the display in the common room. “What are you guys doing here?” the archer questioned and Vision was the one to respond, “We wanted to watch the rare event unfold,” he glanced nervously at Natasha, “and of course insure that it’s kept ‘PG’“. Loki shuffled nervously before speaking, “Perhaps now would be the appropriate time to tell you that-”

“Shhhh!” the group collectively shushed the god of mischief as they viewed Thor saying something inaudible to Y/N that caused her to turn a deep shade of pink. “What did he say?” Bruce asked, and Sam shrugged, “Complimented her hair or something?”. 

Tony was about to suggest something else that wouldn’t be considered very child-friendly but just then, Pietro uttered out a choked and horrified gasp and directed everybody’s attention back to the two team members on the couch. Sitting there with the TV volume on full blast in the background, Y/N and Thor were kissing each other

Agent Romanoff of course would have none of it. “GET AWAY FROM EACH OTHER RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, causing the Avengers around her to flinch, and the couple on the couch to break apart. Everybody froze, Nat looked like she actually wanted to cry, Thor and Y/N looked confused, and everybody else just stood there awkwardly.

Finally, Loki broke the silence and cleared his throat before stepping forward. He spoke again, but this time nobody interrupted him because they were glad for the awkward silence to fade. “This is what I wanted to tell you... these two have been a couple for 6 months”. Disbelieving gasps and sounds of shock echoed from the throats of the audience.

“Wait, did you guys not know? It’s not like we tried to hide it.” Y/N asked from her place on Thor’s lap. Everybody save for herself, her boyfriend and his brother shook their heads. “Oh” was all the young lady could manage. Silence settled over once again and this time Captain Rogers broke it.

“So all that arguing...” “Playful couple teasing” Thor clarified, everybody nodded in understanding now as they looked around at each other. The entire team then proceeded to look at the black widow, whom they expected to look extremely devastated. She did, but much to their surprise, she sighed and went to envelope Y/N in a big hug.

“That was unexpected” Pietro commented, “What, finding out Thor and Y/N are a thing or seeing Nat be seemingly okay with this?” Wanda asked him. The speedster scratched the back of his neck, “Uhhh... both?” his sister nodded in approval, “Both is good”.

Natasha pulled away from the hug, “I never thought the day would come, and honestly I wish it never did, but if your happy, I’m happy” she said, causing everybody to let out a loud ‘awww’. “You’re acting like my mom” her best friend giggled, smiling up at her. 

“I just love you that much,” she responded before looking at Thor, “hurt her, and you’ll wish you stayed in Asgard for eternity. The Asgardian gulped, and looked terrified but nodded in understanding.

Then there was that damn silence... AGAIN

“So...” Y/N started, “Anyone else wanna make threats and hug me or are we done here?”

[bubblesam06]

TWIN FLAME

JJ Maybank x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: Light smut (barely), Fluff, swearing

A/N: This is my first Fan fiction, I’m sorry if it’s bad, I tried :/ anyway please request some ideas because I really want to start doing little blurbs of OBX... hopefully enough for a master list! THANK YOU!!! enjoy! ❤️

Description: The government created a system to better relationships. They thought soulmates were overrated so they created the Twin Flame where two people with the same personality connect with one tattoo.

*NOT MY GIF!! CREDITS TO OWNER!!*

Being John B’s sister is already hard enough, but dating JJ Maybank is like a crowd of underage high hormonal teenagers in one body. I have to say although that may seem tough he’s like my other half or as some would call it “twin flame” even if it’s not yet confirmed I can feel it.

After my dads disappearance JJ has helped me a lot, coming over at 2am just to comfort me, bringing all the snacks you could imagine, and even getting high and running through the neighborhood together. John B has taken it the hardest and believes he’s still out there but me, I have just came to my senses and accepted his death.

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“Y/N, baby let’s go!”

“J give me a minute ok, I’m trying to find my favorite shorts!” JJ always thought you didnt need to dress up for anything he say things like / “you’re already beautiful” “Baby you need to stop worrying about clothing” “you look amazing with or without makeup babe, I still don’t think you need it” \ which you love very much about him but you’re just too insecure thinking you look like an oompa loompa.

“love, come on I put them on the dresser after last night- oh hey Kie” he obviously didn’t realize she was here, “do you think I can talk to Y/N for a minute... alone”

Kie hesitated for a minute before giving in, “yeah I guess, I’ll meet you guys on the boat”

JJ watched as Kiara slowly left the room and right when she closed the door he spun his head around wrapping his arms around your waist picking you up, quickly you wrap your legs around him so you won’t fall. He presses your lips together moving in sync fitting perfectly like a puzzle peice.

“you have no idea how much I needed that” you smile cheekily up at him, his ocean eyes meeting your (Y/E/C) ones, “you know I am almost positive that you’re my twin flame” you smile at his words looking down as your cheeks flushed a light red.

“me too”

that’s all it took for JJ to push you down on the bed his lips attacking your neck, you lean your head back as a low moan escaped your lips

“J-“

he pulls your shirt over your head “J, babe... I wish we can but they’re waiting on us outside-“ your breath hitched as he sucks on a spot that made you crazy.. “never mind... continue- oh god please keep going baby”

you rip his shirt off without breaking the kiss “don’t worry love, we’ll be quick-“

“you guys good? we’ve been waiting- Oh shit guys come on!” John B says as he opens your bedroom door quick to cover his eyes

“JB what the fuck? ever knock?!” you quickly reach for your shirt putting it on, “ok you can look now”

“are you sure?” John B asks

“yes we’re fucking sure” you and JJ say in innusion, “jinx”

“let’s go... hurry up”

you follow JJ out of the room when stops grabbing John Bs shoulder, “you’re a cockblock”

you giggle at JJs remark

“I am not”

you decide you add your own remark “JB as much as I love you, JJ is right this is the sixth time”

he looks down and walks out the door while smiling, “shut up”

You and JJ both laugh at John Bs sudden words “don’t worry love we’ll finish tonight, I promise”

your cheeks turn bright red “oh I know we will” you say as you kiss his cheek

“finally what took so long” kie and pope asked annoyance written on they’re faces “well I found this two on top of each other almost naked” John Bs voice getting louder as his head turns looking at you two

JJ nudges your arm noticing you were dozed off, him not knowing you were thinking about the twin flame hoping you and JJ’s tattoos match.

“it’s not my fault my baby wanted some kithes, plus I told him you guys were waiting” you say grabbing JJ’s cheeks while making kissy faces. JJ repeats your actions, “oh yeah what happened to ‘oh please JJ keep going uhhh don’t stop’ ”

your face turns red as the other pogues fake gag, “oh but you weren’t afraid to moan-“ he places his hand over your mouth stopping you from continuing to talk.

“anyway are you guys excited to see your twin flame tattoo?” Pope asks

you nod in return, “very... but I already know my twin flame” you say as you wrap your arm around JJ he quickly grabs you and places you on his lap “yup dis’ my babygirl” he says kissing your head

“in just four hours we’ll found out how our lives will be forever” Kie says euphorically

you look down at your hands fidgeting them nervously. “Love are you nervous?” JJ whispers tone full of concern, “a little, I just really want it to be you” you whisper “me too bubba, but don’t worry everything will be ok”

He read me like a book

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“sarah JJ wanted me to be with him when we get our tattoo”

“yeah yeah I bet he did now hurry up!” She retorted

You always knew JJ was your splinterbean, but ever since John B and Sarah matched tattoos you got scared because they seemed like complete stranger opposites

“Sarah I swear to god did you take my $50 I was supposed to use for barry- I mean uh my new gold club!” you hear Rafes voice echo throughout the Cameron household. Rafe Cameron. he always had a crush on you even though you were a pogue he still called you cute and sexy which you hated, but JJ it was different when he called you cute and sexy you knew he meant it and you loved that about him.

“oh hey Y/N!”

you roll your eyes “hi” you say trying to walk passed him, you felt a strong hand slap across your butt causing a yelp to leave your lips

“what the fuck Rafe!” you yell bringing your hand across his face creating a loud slap

“aren’t you feisty” he retorts, “wonder what you’re like in bed” That’s it he pushed your buttons. you grab his arm twisting it clockwise then you take your foot kicking him directly in the dick.

he groans making you satisfied that is until he reaches for your leg pulling you down on the ground, he proceeds to punch your face until he saw blood or until Sarah ripped him off you.

“You’re psyco Rafe!” you scream spitting blood from your mouth “go to hell! you know what Sarah i’m gonna go, I don’t know why I came I should be with JJ right now-“

“no please I just wanted to talk to you about something” she says helplessly

“I only want JJ right now”

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after walking for what felt like hours you made it home seeing John B sitting on the porch with Kie and Pope they were taking about something. but you couldn’t see JJ.

“Y/N you’re back- woah what the hell happened?!” John B asked

“nothing”

“that don’t look nothing” Kie added

“I said it’s nothing ok!!” you yell leaving them shocked, “where’s JJ?”

“he’s uh inside” Pope said

you quickly walk inside checking the time, 11:08, shit

“Bubba? Bub where are you?”

“i’m in your room baby!” he answers you

“thank god I thought I was gonna miss the tattoo- Y/N what happened to you?!” Concern and anger flooded his tanned face

his toned body twinkled with sweat from the scorching heat of outer banks, you were mesmerized and couldn’t believe you were his, and he was yours.

“love?” he asked again

“can we just find out our tattoo please?” you ask, “everyone’s outside waiting”

“guys it’s almost 11:11pm we have your tattoos from the mail” The tattoos are etched into your skin like a real tattoo would by a machine that you place on your wrist

“ready baby?” you ask JJ, he nods

“no matter what i’ll always love you” he says before placing the machine on his arm, you doing the same

“and I’ll always love you more!” you say

“Babe what the fuck we’ve been through this I love you more-“

“enough with the fighting!” John B yells

“JB did it hurt this much for you?” you ask between gritted teeth

“it wasn’t bad” he reply’s

after five minutes you take the machine off after hearing it beep and so does JJ, you got excited knowing they were similar tattoos because of the time it took.

“ready Love?” he asks, your heart melted at his nickname for you

“always”

you look down at you wrist seeing a simple line of a wave flowing across your wrist, “it’s beautiful” you say

“on the count of three... one, two, three!”

“a wave!” you both yell in innusion

you scream and shove your lips onto his, squeezing him making sure he doesn’t go anywhere. A simple tear slipped from your eye

“get a room!” John B boos causing the others two shove him

“peace out guys imma go have fun with my twin flame!” JJ yells carrying you in the chateau

“JJ!” you shout playfully slapping his shoulder

“wear protection! and don’t be loud we’d like to sleep tonight!” John B shouts