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1kook · 4 years

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imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags; jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away. His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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If I Fell For You (Part 15) - Trouble In Paradise

Summary: The reader is enjoying settling into her newfound children’s book career and shares how important the bracelet she gave Jensen is to her. A rainy day allows the reader to enjoy her shift into motherhood despite all of the bumps that go with it. But not everything is smooth sailing for the happy couple...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of past abuse, nightmares, major angst

A/N: Uh oh. Big uh oh. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Two Weeks Later

“Honey bun,” sang Jensen as he stepped into your home office you’d set up in the small reading room in the house. “Must you work today?”

“I do occasionally have to work on that drawing thing,” you said. He pouted and laid out on the daybed, picking up a copy of the third book. “Give me another hour to finish with these pages.”

“Can I hang out and watch you draw?” he asked.

“Knock your socks off,” you said. You picked up your stylus again and went back to your pad, Jensen sitting up and watching from the other side of the room. “You can sit closer if you want.”

He got up and pulled over a chair, crossing his legs in it.

“I basically draw using my stylus and this pad and it shows up on my laptop screen,” you said.

“We could get you a better screen, like your own separate work computer. I know your stories are picking up a lot of steam.”

“I’m okay for now. All I need to do is finish illustrating this book and my five book deal is done and ready for print,” you said.

“Can I make a request?”

“I would love to put in a giraffe for Zepp but the story takes place in the woods,” you said.

“Baby giraffe? Maybe just in the background?” he asked.

You backed out of your current page and went to the last two where the foxes and wolves were playing with their friends. You tapped on a tree and erased it, sketching out a loose shape.

“Look up a giraffe for me?” you asked. He tapped away on his phone and pulled up a picture. “Thanks.”

You drew a picture of a rough giraffe, softening it some before adding colors.

“You’re really good at that,” he said.

“The characters are easy. Backgrounds can get boring,” you said. You went back to your original set of pages and worked quietly, Jensen watching carefully. “Yes?”

“Just wanna spend time with you is all,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Okay, baby,” you said. You worked for another hour, Jensen asking the occasional question but mostly staying silent and close by. After you sent off the pages for review you turned to him, Jensen offering a soft smile in return. “All set with work for the day.”

“Awesome,” he said.

“Where’s the munchkins?”

“A movie,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “Tell me a secret.”

“A secret? I don’t think I have too many of those left from you,” you said. He opened his eyes and looked at you through his lashes. “What?”

“You said you got this on vacation,” he said, holding up his wrist, the bracelet you’d put on him two weeks ago still there. “When we were down there, I was talking to Ray and he kinda implied it wasn’t just a souvenir.”

“I was upset that day when he bought it for me. It meant I was safe was all,” you said.

“How long after did your mom…”

“A few months. She went on bed rest after that trip.”

“Y/N, I know when you’re holding back, honey. I would never judge or tell anyone anything. You know that.”

“You got hurt because you lost someone and you got hurt and it sucks right? But it’s kinda like something happened and then you heal from it right?”

“Yeah…” he said. “What don’t I know?”

“You know how anxious you were to get in the car and drive down to the beach?” you asked as he nodded. “You’ve never been afraid of a person, Jensen. It’s like that feeling...but everyday and you’re expected to live your life normally when you constantly have that over your head.”

He was quiet, glancing past you as the room grew darker from some passing clouds outside.

“Canada wasn’t the first time you saw your father since you were adopted, was it,” he said.

“You wouldn’t believe what a good lawyer and shitty laws will do for a piece of shit like that,” you said.

“You were a kid.”

“With zero physical evidence. Everything was circumstantial. So he got out and he came to apologize or some bullshit and Ray decked him.”

“The more I learn about Ray, the more I like him.”

“My mom kicked him in the nuts.”

“I really like that woman,” he said. You smiled and he moved his chair closer, pulling you into his lap. “I don’t mean to make you talk about your dad. I was curious was all.”

He went to take off the bracelet when you put a hand over it.

“I don’t want to remind you of something bad, sweetheart.”

“Like I said, I was upset. Very upset and in public and I went down to the beach to try to hide away. Ray bought that for me and told me I was safe when he put it on me. All it means to me is that you’re safe.”

“What about you? What do you have?” he asked quietly. You cocked your head and moved your hand to rest over his chest. “Alright, sort of a dumb question.”

“Not dumb,” you said, trailing your fingers down his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to stay as close as humanly possible.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you said.

“Do you have a restraining order against your father?”

“No but that’s only because Ray managed to get him kicked out of the country. He found some loophole law. He was born in the Yukon so technically he’s not American and he got him kicked back.”

“Scratch that. Ray is my new favorite person,” he said. “If only we could send him someplace we’ll never visit like...a deserted island. Or Hell.”

“I appreciate the thought but I’m not scared of him anymore,” you said. “I am however afraid our plans of lunch at the brewery are going to get rained out.”

“We can enjoy ourselves right here. I’ve never heard a complaint yet about my grilling.”

“You know what? I got the perfect idea.”

“Okay,” said Jensen, sliding the foil packet off the grill and onto JJ’s plate. You’d decided to have lunch on the grill, sitting out under the covered back patio off the playroom. It was pouring rain but you were plenty dry there. “Chicken, marinara sauce and cheese. Then we got chicken, ketchup and baby carrots for Arrow. Zeppy wanted to try barbecue sauce and onion which sounded good to me and then Y/N went for the salmon and lemon.”

You helped the twins open up their foil packets and get their food on their plates, dicing up the chicken for them before going to your own plate.

“Daddy,” said Zeppelin while he chewed on a big piece of chicken. Jensen hummed and worked on his own food. “Can we play race cars after lunch?”

“Sure,” he said, JJ shaking her head.

“I don’t wanna play cars,” she said. Zeppelin stared at her and his bottom lip wobbled. “You’re a cry baby.”

“JJ, that’s rude,” you said, Jensen glancing at you and nodding. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“We’re gonna play cars after lunch and you’re welcome to join,” said Jensen. “Your brother goes along with what you girls want to play quite a bit so I think you can do the same for him.”

“I still don’t wanna play cars,” she mumbled.

“You play cars with the Padalecki boys all the time,” you said.

“Not little kid cars,” she said. “He doesn’t know how to play right.”

You saw Zeppelin getting upset again and sighed.

“There’s no wrong way to play,” you said. “Zepp’s littler than you. You gotta be the big sister and do what he wants sometimes.”

“Mom would have played dress up,” she grumbled. “Not stupid cars.”

“Enough,” said Jensen. “You’re old enough to know better.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Your brother wants to play cars. We played horses all morning long and you barely let him have a turn at that so like I said, we’re gonna play what he wants and you are welcome to join us but if you don’t want to, you can play something else,” he said.

“Baby,” she said under her breath. Jensen didn’t catch it but you did.

“JJ you’re in timeout after lunch. Ten minutes,” you said.

“I didn’t-”

“You just called him a baby. You want to make it fifteen?” you asked.

“You’re not my mom! You can’t give me timeouts,” she said.

“Half an hour now,” said Jensen. She stared at him and he shook his head. “Eat your lunch.”

Zeppelin spent half of it crying quietly and JJ barely touched hers before she was following Jensen inside. You threw your head back and sighed before you went inside to get some tissues. When you came back out Arrow was hugging him tightly.

“Let’s clean you up, buddy,” you said as you squatted down beside them. She let go of him and you wiped off his face and helped him blow his nose. “Feel better?”

“We can play dress up,” he said. You picked him up and hoisted him on your hip.

“We’re gonna play cars. Arrow, do you want to play with us?” you asked. She smiled and nodded. “Hey how about you go wash your hands and then you can bring out the bucket of cars and we’ll play out here. How’s that sound Zepp?”

“Okay,” he said. Arrow went inside and you carried him around as you collected the trash and threw it in the bag you brought out. You tied it up and left it in the corner to put in the bin later before you you walked to the edge of the covered patio, rain coming down at a decent rate. “Y/N you’re my mom right?”

“I’m one of your moms,” you said. “I’m gonna adopt you that way everybody can know I am though.”

“Cool,” he said softly, resting his head on your shoulder. “Mom can we play in the rain?”

“Hear any thunder?” you asked. He shook his head. “See any lightning?”

“Nuh uh,” he said.

“Then we can play in the rain all you want,” you said. You walked out to the grass and spun around with him, getting a giggle out of him. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked. You spun around again and he laughed.

“There it is again!” you said. He giggled and you spun around a few times until you were dizzy and took a seat. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as you noticed Jensen leaning against the post of the patio. He was smiling and you hopped up with Zeppelin, waving him around in the air until you were back under cover. You set him down and he ran over to Arrow, picking out his favorite cars from the bucket and handing her some.

“Well that might have been one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“You took a picture, didn’t you.”

“Oh several,” he said. He glanced back at the twins and then at you. “It clicked for you just now didn’t it.”

“Being a mom? Yeah.”

“You didn’t look to me on how to discipline JJ and you made him feel better and you made him laugh. You went full mom there and I’ve kinda been waiting for that.”

“I know it’s just playing they’re arguing over but I just hate...there is so much of you in him,” you said.

“I know and that feeling will never go away but it means you love ‘em and loving them is my only requirement for us working so this was actually a really good thing.”

“Those two are so sweet,” you said.

“It’s the twin thing. Oh what fun we have to look forward to when they are teenagers and they lie to us for one another,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but I’ll take it. Did you really give her a half hour timeout?”

“Fifteen minutes. She needs to share more and he doesn’t like confrontation so he goes along with what she wants but it’s not her road or the highway.”

“She’s been a little…”

“I know. Since we told them about the engagement,” he said. “We gotta talk to her on her own.”

“Let me take a crack at her first?” you asked.

“You got a hunch?”

“I don’t think having a mom again is a problem. I think the idea of losing a mom again is.”

“That makes sense considering she was attached to your hip before all this.”

“I’m gonna go see if I can get to the bottom of this. Now go play cars,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you headed inside, drying off some with a towel in the laundry room before you went up to JJ’s bedroom. You knocked and cracked open the door, catching her splayed out on her bed. “JJ. Can we talk?”

She rolled and put her back to you. You sat down on the edge of her bed and took a deep breath.

“You know your brother did what you wanted all day. You have to share,” you said. She didn’t say anything and you lay back on the bed, turning your head. She rolled back the other way and you sat up. She rolled again and you tilted your head back. “JJ do you want me to be your mom?”

“No,” she mumbled.

“Are you lying?” She didn’t move and you sat back, her face scrunched up. “Are you scared if I’m your mom something bad will happen to me?”

“I don’t want two dead moms,” she said.

“I have two dead moms,” you said. She blinked her eyes open and sat up. “My first mom, I never met her. She died giving birth to me.”

“You only had a dad when you were born?” she asked. You nodded and pulled her into your lap. “Did he get married again?”

“No. My dad was very mad my mom died. He took that out on me. He was a bad guy. He went to jail and I got adopted by my mom when I was your age. Ray was her boyfriend. He acted like he was my dad in a lot of ways. I was sixteen when my mom died. I understand it hurts, sweetie, and that it’s scary and you don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

“I thought if I was bad you and daddy wouldn’t...and then I don’t have to feel bad again.”

“I am so sorry honey but you can’t stop that feeling from never coming back. The only way you could not get it would be to not love anyone or anything and that’s not a life at all. It’s the price you pay for loving someone. Your mom was an accident. But Daddy is young and I’m even younger and I promise you will not have to feel that way about me for a very, very long time.”

“How long?”

“How about fifty years?”

“Fifty years? That’s forever,” she said.

“I’ll give you fifty years if I can be your mom and you stop picking on Zepp. Deal?”

“Okay. I’m sorry I made him cry.”

“I’m not the one that needs an apology,” you said. “Now do you want stay in here all by yourself or do you want to come play with us?”

“I can play?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” you said. You got up and carried her down on your back, setting her down to let her run off out to the porch. Jensen got up from his seat and held up a finger, ducking back inside to where you were.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said as she gave Zeppelin a hug and he handed her a car.

“I did have to promise not to die for fifty years.”

“Fifty? You got off easy. I had to promise a hundred after the accident,” he chuckled. “I should have noticed she was scared.”

“I have more experience being a scared little girl than you do. I got experience with letting people get close again too,” you said.

“How’s that working out for ya?” he smirked.

“He’s lucky he’s hot,” you said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and grinned. “Do you want to get married in the fall?”

“This fall?” he asked.

“Can we pull it off that fast?” you asked.

“Yeah. We don’t have to book a venue which is the hardest part. I don’t see why not. What’s the rush?” he asked.

“It’s easier to adopt them if we’re married,” you said. “I don’t really want to wait longer than we have to if that’s alright.”

“I’d say let’s go drive down to city hall and get a justice of the peace right now if I knew my mother wouldn’t kill me for it. How about I call up the lawyer and ask him to start prepping the paperwork as if we already were so it’s all set to go,” he said.

“You have a lawyer?” you asked. “They’d do that?”

“Y/N, honey. My taxes alone frighten me not to mention I own a business with employees and what qualifies as a business write off still confuses me and wait you don’t have a lawyer for your book deal?”

“Should I have one?”

“Greg is your lawyer now,” he said. “He’s good. He’ll do all the paperwork for us.”

“Oh good cause all the forms online were confusing the hell out of me,” you said. He shook his head and pulled you in close.

“Silly goose,” he said, a loud boom of thunder shaking the house. “Let’s get the crew inside before it pours.”

“Who wants to build a fort?” you asked that afternoon. JJ jumped up and down on the couch and Jensen walked in with an arm full of blankets and sheets. Three little hands shot up and Jensen lazily tossed the blankets on the couch, covering the three of them.

“Hm, where’d those three munchkins run off to…” he said, Arrow ducking her head out first, hair all in her face. Jensen giggled and she rolled her eyes, the other two climbing out. “Alright. I’m gonna grab clothes pins and a few more things. You guys start designing.”

You stood back and let JJ organize, figuring out her first choice of blanket for a roof was too small. Jensen returned with a bag of clips, some twine and the step ladder, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“How they doing?” he whispered.

“Picking out the roof,” you said, Arrow rushing over and grabbing his hand as Zeppelin climbed on JJ’s back and held up a sheet over the two of them with one hand. You smirked and she let out another eye roll.

“Daddy, can you pick up Zeppy so then he can put the blankie up? I told them they’re too small,” she said.

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me where you want it to go.”

Twenty minutes later the family room was covered with sheets, tied off to the stairs, chairs, the ceiling fan after Jensen broke out the larger ladder to get up there and assured you it wouldn’t bring the whole thing crashing down.

“Can we sleep in here tonight?” asked JJ.

“I don’t see why not,” you said. “There’s plenty of room on the couch. We’ll bring down your comforters when it’s bedtime,” you said.

“Can we watch Cars?” asked Zeppelin, glancing at JJ.

“Okay,” she said. She gave him a hug and picked him up, Jensen smiling to himself as he looked on.

“Can we get pizza for dinner like a real sleepover?” asked Arrow.

“We did cook up all the chicken at lunch,” you said, giving Jensen a side eye.

“Yeah we’ll get one,” he said. “Why don’t you turn on your movie okay? We’ll be right there.”

You let Jensen pull you into the kitchen, smirking as he picked you up and sat you on the counter.

“Seems like today’s crisis has been averted,” you said.

“I’m sure they’ll go back to tormenting each other tomorrow but I’ll take it,” he said, reaching into the drawer next to you, pulling out a menu. “So. You interested in pizza?”

“Oh that looks interesting,” you said, taking the pamphlet out of his hand and tapping at a special. “One cheese, one speciality, boneless wings and garlic bread? My little carb loving heart is in love.”

“She’s not the only one,” he said, leaning up on his tip toes and kissing you.

“Are you coming?” groaned JJ from in the fort. You shook your head and Jensen kissed your neck, even nibbling before he pulled back. You smacked his chest and he set the menu down, giving you a wink.

“We’re coming in right now. Don’t wait for us kiddo.”

You woke up sweating, Jensen shushing you, arms wrapped around you. You took a deep breath and caught the clock said it was almost three. You turned in his arms and buried your head in his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“You’re okay. Bad dream is all,” he said softly. You nodded and started to relax, flinching when there was more thunder. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing’s gonna get ya.”

The thunder shook the house and you tensed up. Jensen pulled the covers over both your heads and you crammed in as close as humanly possible when more thunder hit.

“Honey look at me. Please look at me.” You lifted your head and saw a horrible face in front of you, a scream ripping out of your throat.

“Y/N,” you heard as you woke up absolutely drenched, Jensen’s hands on your face. “Honey, talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“Night terror,” you said quietly.

“Yeah, JJ used to have them. I didn’t know adults could get them,” he said.

“Can I have a cold washcloth? And some water?” you asked. He got out of bed and padded into the bathroom in his boxers, settling back into bed and handing you the water. You drank it down while he wiped off your face and neck, running it over your head. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mostly feel embarrassed.” He frowned and you put the glass on your nightstand, staring down at your sweaty shirt.

“Should I call Ray?”

“It was a stupid nightmare. I’m fine,” you said.

“You were sat up eyes wide open and talking and shouting and I couldn’t wake you up,” he said. “I know adults really shouldn’t be getting night terrors so maybe something triggered you or something during the day.”

“I know my triggers and I know when it’s just a stupid nightmare. Back off,” you said. You got out from under the hot covers and went outside to the balcony, the air nice and cool from the storm earlier. The slide of the door was loud in the the quiet and you rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve seen you have nightmares. That was a lot worse,” he said.

“I thought I saw someone watching the house earlier.”

“What?”

“It was the neighbor’s kid, the teenager. It was his friend and he came over late but I thought...it freaked me out. That on top of thinking about the fact my father is not rotting in a jail cell most likely sent me over the edge,” you said. He walked in front of you, resting his hands on your arms. “I’m okay. Needed some air was all.”

“Alright. Tell me if something like that happens again?” he asked. You hummed and he gave you a kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s head on back to bed.”

“What do you mean?” you growled into the phone the next evening. Jensen lifted his head from his book in the family room and you walked away, stepping out to the private patio area on the side of the house. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s been fifteen years. He has every legal right to be in the country.”

“In the country! He got an apartment seven minutes from where I live!” you said. “I have little kids here, Finn. Tell me there’s something I can do.”

“I can get a restraining order-”

“That doesn’t mean shit to him. I need him fucking deported. I need him gone.”

“Y/N, you know me. I have never agreed to it but he paid his debt as it was assigned and he quietly followed the law. He did what he was supposed to and I’m sorry but until he does something, I can’t do anything besides help you and your fiance’s family get a restraining order.”

“So until he does something horrible again, I can’t do anything about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No Finn. I appreciate the heads up but...I have to go.”

You hung up and squeezed your phone tight. He knew where you lived. He was minutes away and there was absolutely zero help until something went wrong. You sat on a bench and bounced your leg. Nothing could go wrong. You couldn’t let anything go wrong. Who knew what the son of a bitch would do to any one of them.

You stopped bouncing your leg just as you heard the door open. You lifted your head and stood, spinning around to Jensen standing there.

“Everything alright?”

“Actually no.”

“Who was on the phone?”

“My ex,” you said, swallowing. You crossed your arms and thought of the things Jensen had told you about acting and getting in character and all that. You were gonna destroy him. Fuck you were going to end up shattering him into a thousand pieces he’d never put back together.

You couldn’t really lie just to keep them away from him, could you?

You saw Arrow run past in the house and made your face hard. Broken heart but safe kids was worth it.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore,” said Jensen. You turned up your chin and he smiled. “You are the worst actress in the world. Who was it really?”

“I think we’re moving too fast and I want to take a break and I would appreciate it if you gave me my space to figure this out on my own.”

“Uh, what?” he said. You brushed past him and he followed you in, all the way up to your bedroom. You got out a bag and he flipped it shut. “What the hell is going on? Who was on the phone?”

“My boyfriend,” you said. He stared at you and you sighed. “You’re a great guy but I’m sorry. I can’t do the house and kids thing. I want to go see the world and not be tied down and you’re just...you’re too damn old for me.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe you should have trusted your first instincts when you saw me and Doug,” you said. He stared at you while you shoved some clothes in a bag. You slung it over your shoulder and he caught the backside of it. You took off your ring and put it on the table by the door, Jensen dropping his hand. “I just can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t you. I’m sorry. I really need to go.”

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A/N: Read Part 16 here!

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

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lihikainanea · 3 years

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Hey kids gather 'round it's story time.

Never a dull moment.

Listen, I have never wanted kids alright? And one of the main reasons is because they like...they last too long. They always need something from you, they're energy suckers, your life isn't your own anymore, all the women I know who have had kids have lost every shard of self-identity they had and now they're just mommy. Their kids are all they talk about. And I just think kids are kinda gross--sniffly, germ bags, spontaneous vomit, all of it. Just ew.

But then like I got a dog right, and dogs are probably not all that different except I have a world of patience for dogs. I love dogs. They are selfless, goofy dopes who are just full of love. But Bongo, y'know, poor Bongo--he's a wee pup, still only 8 months old, and he has a sensitive tummy and a kind of oblivious owner and it all just culminates sometimes in a very bad day.

I switched up his diet to raw about 2 weeks ago and he's been doing real well. He started getting a bit finicky on Friday night, didn't really eat much, but the raw meal I had put down for him was fish-based and while he wolfed it down the first time, I thought maybe this time he wasn't a big fan of it. He kinda sniffed it, nibbled on some of it at breakfast and dinner, but that was it. No big deal--dogs also kind of go through a natural fasting once a week.

Fast forward to Saturday. I gave him breakfast then headed off for the day, and my parents watched him. All was well, he ate, my dad is basically like his favourite toy--it was a good day all around.

Sunday comes and he's having some uh, stomach issues. Nothing drastic. He's not eating a whole lot, and I figured it's probably just tiredness because he was at daycare Thursday and Friday and didn't sleep all of Saturday so whatever. His nose is cold, he's super playful, we cool bruh.

Now, today---ohhhh, today kids. I woke up at 6AM to the sound of him horking, and it's all bile which I kind of expected because puppy tummies you know? He didn't eat much the day before so his stomach acid is probably all out of whack. I gotchu, little dude--I'm the same way. I dutifully clean it up, and lift him off my bed at record speed before he horks again. Why do dogs always head for the bed or the couch when they're about to spew? Come on man.

But now here's where it gets good. I give him breakfast, he scarfs it down and gives me a happy little awooooo and a butt wiggle as he eats. He has a nice long walk. Lots of play time. He has another long walk at lunch. And right after lunch I have to head to the pet store, so I put him in the car and off we go.

He had just walked for an hour friends.

And we get into the pet store, and literally within 30 seconds he's whining--and then he squats.

Right there in aisle 3. Squats. And what he unleashes can only be fairly described as an exorcism of the anus. This belongs to Satan now. He owns it. The sphincter of the almighty Beast. Kids, I'm talking a mess. Complete with loud, disgusting, squelching gaseous noises.

And it goes on for about 30 seconds.

In front of two other people.

One of which was a man who looked like a linebacker, who promptly gagged and went "Yo that dog ain't right."

Thank you, sir, for noticing. Now please look away, lest the demon who has possessed my sweet puppy's digestive tract goes for yours next.

I am embarassed, so humiliated, and also concerned because that was uh---that was violent. But Bongo wags his nubbins butt, daintily steps over his avalanche, and heels by my side.

I go to the cashier. Face beet red, I tell her that my pup had an accident and I'll need some cleaning supplies. She hands me a few squares of toilet paper.

I ask her if she has a bucket and a mop. And a priest on speed dial, I think.

I wish I had a camera for her face. She looked disgusted, and I can't blame her. She informs me this is all she has. I ask her for a few plastic bags.

And like a champ, I clean it up. I want to cry, and I'm also focused on making sure Bongo knows he didn't do anything wrong, but I want to cry and hurl and gag and just give up all at the same time. But I clean it up. It takes two bags. Then I carry the bags outside to a trash can far away, because it is disgusting. The girl hollers and asks me if she can have the leftover roll of toilet paper back.

"There's none left," I mutter sheepishly.

And basically, now I can never go into that store again because my little satanic possessed ausshole is having a full on shituation.

#he's fine ultimately #he has a sensitive tum tum and there's been lots of changes recently #and I gave him his heart worm pill yesterday #but I do feel like he has an episode like once a week so I will take him to the vet just to run a check up

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slytherflynn · 3 years

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Old and New | Pt I

Blaise Zabini x muggle!reader

word count: 1971

summary: y/n is new to France on a study abroad trip. Blaise is visiting France post-Hogwarts. rags to riches story of an unfortunate muggle falling for a complicated, ridiculously wealthy person who just so happens to also be a powerful Wizard.

a/n: this started with an idea, became a moodboard, then became an entire fleshed out fic! I thought it would be short but my brain had other ideas. enjoy! note: I did write this from my personal perspective in life. as a result it is not very inclusive. I plan to change that with my next fics, I’ve just been having a really hard time lately and have been writing a lot of comfort fics and/or self-inserts to escape from irl bc irl is rly shitty for me rn

It’s a brand-new start, in a brand-new apartment, in a brand-new city, in a brand-new country... an ocean away from home. I can bring Tacoma to France, right? At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. Study abroad is fucking... scary. I kinda regret it. It’s a good opportunity and for someone who doesn’t travel, it should be a fun experience. But I’m currently having an anxiety attack over taking out the garbage, so I’m not sure my positive self-talk is working.

I look out the window of my top floor apartment, wait until someone finally finishes walking down the stairs, and run out my door - I nearly trip about five times going down the spiral of death, my arms feel like jelly thanks to perpetually pushing my garbage deeper in to avoid this trip, and I swing with all my might to hurl my garbage bag into the trash compacting dumpster - only it hits the bottom lip and falls to the ground, splitting open.

“Great!” I say, sarcastically, “First they send my luggage to the wrong location, then they try to say my passport isn’t valid because my apartment was a temporary address, then I’m greeted with a fridge full of rotting food and no power, then I’m bitten up by fleas and now - I just- fuck. Why can’t I just- do anything- right-“ I cut myself off when I hear a screen door slide and blink a couple times to erase the threat of tears that had been creeping up on me while I ranted.

When I look up, I see a tall, dark-skinned guy about my age - handsome. He’s wearing a suit, and expensive jewelry. Combine that with the fact he’s living in the apartment building next to me, which is worth more than my life just for one month of rent, and I put together that he’s probably rich beyond belief. I quickly look away, not wanting to stare. I silently pick up my garbage, piece by piece. As I work, I feel eyes drilling holes in the back of my head. I ignore it. It continues, and I still ignore it as I finally shove my ripped garbage bag in the compactor and slam the door shut. I hear a slight jump up above, and chuckle to myself.

I zoom back up the stairs and almost make it to the top, but I trip 5 stairs away from my door - and fall, hard. Body laid out flat hard. Cheek scraped and stinging from the metal grating on the stairs, hard. Lost the goddamned slide that caught on the stair, and can see it gradually falling, bouncing and rolling down the stairs, hard. I lift my head and see blood on the stair. I feel it running down my face. All I can think is that this really fucking hurts. The tears come, a combination of pain and frustration, and I pick myself up and stumble my way into my apartment, completely forgetting about the attractive rich boy who just watched me be a danger and inconvenience to myself.

I rush to the kitchen and grab a roll of paper towels, and run to the bathroom, I see the markings in the mirror and can tell it will leave a sizeable scar. Do I need stitches? I don’t know. Anyway, I start dabbing at everything and blood is still oozing out of every nook and cranny, to my displeasure. I’m about to start bandaging my face when I hear a knock on my door. “Fucking Christ!” I mutter to myself as I slap a wad of paper towels on my face and sulkily go to fling open my door.

I’m not sure who I’m expecting, but to see the same rich guy on my doorstep, slide in hand, probably wasn’t it. “Hey, um, I saw what happened, and I thought you might want your shoe back.” His accent sounds very British - I was expecting it to sound more like a snooty Frenchman’s.

“Oh. Um. Thanks.” I say flatly.

As my muscles twitch to begin closing the door, he says, “Would you like some help cleaning that up? I have certifications to give medical aid... and stitches. My name’s Blaise, by the way.”

Doctor, maybe? Probably. “Sure,” I say, opening the door wider and standing back so the blood doesn’t drip on his suit. “I’m y/n.”

A few minutes later we’re in my bathroom, me sitting on the toilet, him sitting on the bathtub as he helps me fix my face. “So, Mademoiselle y/n,” He asks, “Do you find yourself in these predicaments very often?”

“Which one? Poverty, flea bitten, or bloody?” I say.

“I suppose whichever you’d like to think I was referring to.”

“Well, in *that* case - I’m usually caught unawares in all kinds of predicaments - though I’d say self-injury due to clumsiness is an uncommon one. And do you usually find yourself in predicaments requiring you to treat someone’s wounds?”

“I used to, though now it’s only on the occasion.”

“Sounds like an improvement,” I note. “I won’t guarantee it, but I think I’ll get the hang of walking up the stairs soon enough, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily mind it if I did worry about you once or twice more. Why were you running? It seemed like you wanted to get away from something. Does your garbage compactor smell that disturbing?”

“It doesn’t smell great,” I admit, “But truth be told, I’m not a fan of human interaction. It’s scary. Especially when everything is new to me.”

“How long have you been In France?”

“A few days, just enough to get myself physically settled.”

“I see. And you are from America?”

“Mhm. Let me guess, my accent gave it away.”

“And the slang, I’ve yet to hear someone from France use certain terms that you seem to favor.”

“Oh, most of my slang is specific to my city, not just my country.”

“Your city?”

“Yea, Tacoma. It’s near Seattle, if you know where that is. Tacoma’s better, though.”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there. My mother is a fashion designer, but she only travels where there’s inspiration or a business deal.” So that’s how he gets the expensive clothes. The rest of the money too, probably.

“Must be nice, having a handmade closet.” I muse. “Not that I care for having any more clothes than I brought. They’re pretty reliable, if I do say so myself.”

He laughs. “Yes, well, if the blood stains don’t come out of your jumpsuit you might need a new one. They shouldn’t be too difficult to remove, though.”

“Yea, I’ll just dump a bucket of Oxi-Clean on it and call it a day. That is, if any stores nearby have it.” I frown, realizing I have no clue if France carries any of the products I usually get. This is gonna suck. Hopefully the internet has some answers so I don’t have to ask anyone for help.

“Why don’t I take your jumpsuit back with me? Save you the trip. Believe it or not, I used to have chronic nosebleeds, so I know a thing or two about stain removal.” Blaise offers.

I smile, only just. “Well, if you insist. But I love this jumpsuit practically more than myself, so I expect it back right away!”

He returns the smile. “A fan of fashion? You ought to meet my mother.”

I chuckle. “I’m sure your mom would despise me - I only own seven jumpsuits and some athleisure for going on runs.” I pause, then tack on: “Oh, and some fuzzy pajamas for when I’m sick.”

Blaise cocks a brow at me. “And when you’re not sick?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I grin mischievously.

A wave of recognition graces his eyes, and he very quickly looks away, I assume for being flustered.

“You Americans, always so scandalous.” He tsks in mock scorn.

“That’s what we’re known for, is it not?” I say cheekily, “Beer, boobs and gun barrels. And all the other problems that come with that, but that’s a can of worms I am not looking to open today.”

He ties off his handiwork, and says, “It looks like my job is finished, other than stealing your jumpsuit off your back to fix it. I can wait in the other room, if you’d like?”

“Um, yea, that works. Lemme just, grab my next jumpsuit. Gonna have to do laundry early, I suppose-“

“I can wash your jumpsuit for you. I’m pretty good at reading labels, if I do say so myself.” He jokes.

“Oh?” I say, “Then you must be a real genius! Who taught you, Einstein?”

“No, but it was another white-haired, eccentric man, so you’re not that far off.”

“When all teachers are like that it’s kind of impossible not to hit relatively close to the mark.” I remark, then change clothes as quickly as I can, tossing the dirty outfit into a trusty plastic bag and tying it shut.

When I walk out to the living room, Blaise is toying with one of my sculptures. He’s definitely been meandering and lurking around. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask, at which he jumps. “You’re rather skittish, Blaise.”

“And you’re rather quiet on your feet, y/n.” He observes. “But yes, I quite like your eclectic style. If only you had an apartment that let your customization shine. Something more minimalist.”

“Yes, well, it’s something I’ll forever dream of and likely never accomplish. I don’t suspect I’m going to be someone leaving the income level I was born into.” I say, just a little bit cynical.

“And why is that?” He asks.

“Because most people don’t, and the ones who do are the ones who make money. My career isn’t going to make me money.” I reply.

“So why did you pick it?”

I sigh. “Because somebody has to care about the people like me. The politicians don’t, the middle class don’t, and the rich are hell bent on keeping us there so they can have factory workers and have people going straight to prison after they graduate because we’re all desperate and miserable.”

He frowns. “That’s terrible.”

“It’s reality. And I don’t want to be like the people who get rich and stop caring because all they see is the wage difference and pretend it’s justified so they don’t have to feel complicit in the system.” I look him in the eye, my face grim. “Not all luck is by chance. Most of it is by design.”

He nods. “I understand, in a way.”

“Everyone does.” I say. “But understanding in a way and caring enough to do something about it are two different things.” I look away from him when I see his posture change. “I’m not trying to be rude, but it’s impossible not to notice the wealth gap between us when you’re wearing designer clothes and living in what looks like a mansion and I’m living in a building made in like 1900 with no elevator. It’s just the way things are, though.”

“I know.” He says quietly, thoughtfully. “I’d better get going. Your clothes?” He reaches out tentatively for the bag I’m still holding.

“Oh. Right.” I say, handing it to him. Our fingers brush against each other slightly, and it sends chills down my spine. He heads to the door while I’m rooted to the spot, collecting myself.

“I look forward to seeing you again, y/n.” He nods, meeting my eyes with a rather changed expression.

“I’ll see you soon, then?” I ask, not quite sure which answer I’m expecting.

He smiles, only just. “As soon as I am able.” Seconds later, he’s out the door, and I’m alone in my dingy ass apartment. How in the fuck did any of that just happen?

#Blaise Zabini #muggle!reader #blaise x reader #slytherin #hogwarts #lady zabini #harry potter #hp #imagine #fanfic #slytherflynn #part 1

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Ten

(gif not mine, credit to the original creator)

Chapter Ten: Between The Sinners and The Saints

Series Masterlist

Plot: Y/n, Han, Chewie and Finn sneak into Starkiller Base to aid the Resistance in their attack and rescue Rey. But things take a tragic turn when the group runs into someone...

Warnings: angst (if you know, you know) angst and more angst.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: This was HARD but it can’t be fluff all the time...It’s also building up (obviously) to next chapter and BOY do I have plans for that one. And yes, the title for this one is taken from Wait For It from Hamilton, I just watched it last week and have been obsessed with the song since. The lyric is ‘Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints’ and I thought it was fitting. Buckle up and enjoy the angst...

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Of all the crazy stunts that my father had pulled in his life, this had to be in the top five. At least for the ones I knew about…

“How are we getting in?” Finn inquired from his seat.

“Their shields have a fractional refresh rate,” Dad explained, “Keeps anything traveling slower than lightspeed from getting through.” Finn did a double take, “We’re making our landing approach at lightspeed?”

“Not a lot of other options,” I answered, readying my hands above my side of the controls. Chewie let out a loud roar in support of our plan.

“All right, Y/n, get ready.” “All good.” “And…” Dad waited a few seconds, “Now!”

We hit the switches necessary and pulled out of lightspeed to be met by a snowy wall of rock directly in front of us,

“Shit, pull up!” I shouted at my dad, feeling Chewie’s furry paws gripping the back of my seat.

“I AM pulling up!”

True to his word, we flew up out of the gorge and were headed into a thick forest. We all were thrown forward slightly as the Falcon began plowing through the trees, chopping down the ones it hit.

“We’ve got to get higher!” I yelled as I pulled a few switches. “I get any higher, they’ll see us!” Dad shouted back as we continued destroying the forest. Finally I could see we were almost to the end, once we’d emerged out we were thrown onto the snow covered ground. I yelped as we bounced into the air before harshly landing again and skidding towards the edge of a cliff. We continued sliding till we slammed into a large fragment of rock, leaving the four of us leaning back in our seats panting.

“We’re here,” Dad announced tiredly.

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I tried not to laugh at the fact that the boots now ankle deep in snow still had sand in them from earlier in my day. Though I’d happily take the climate of Ilum over Jakku any day…

The four of us made our way across the snowscape, I could only catch quick glances at the base but it was definitely big. Size didn’t matter though, big or small, it could still be taken down by some bombs and X-Wing fire. Rey was being held captive somewhere inside of it, I pushed away the thoughts of her possibly being tortured. We needed to find her fast. We ducked behind a small structure as Finn located where we needed to head next,

“The flooding tunnels are over that ridge. We’ll get in that way.” “What was your job when you were based here?” Dad asked.

“Sanitation,” Finn answered easily, as if that didn’t change every odd of us actually pulling this off. “What?!” I yelled in as hushed of a tone as I could.

Dad grabbed the collar of Finn’s jacket and shoved him back against the wall, “Sanitation? Then how do you know how to disable the shields?” “I don’t,” Finn sighed as his eyes flickered between us, “I’m just here to get Rey.” “Finn, are you kidding me?!” I cried, “I want to get her back too but you’re putting the entire Resistance at risk to do it!” “People are counting on us, the galaxy is counting on us!” Dad emphasized, I nodded along in agreement.

“Solo, we’ll figure it out,” the former janitorial Stormtrooper assured before looking to me, “We’ll use the Force!” “That’s not how the Force works,” I exclaimed before Chewbacca moaned about being cold, “Chewie, I can’t feel either of my feet right now, do not complain.”

“Come on!” Finn called as he peeked out and began walking us towards the base, we really didn’t have any other choice but to follow him. We continued on until we were directly in front of the base, “We can get in through one of the transport compartments.”

“You better be right,” I shook my head at Finn, my faith in him wavering at the fact that he’d brought us here with no plan. He’d been right though and with him leading us, we’d made it inside one of the compartments. We turned at the sound of a door whooshing open, to be met by an unexpectant Stormtrooper,

“Hey!” they shouted, Chewie made quick work of shooting them before they could even aim their blaster.

“The longer we’re here,” Dad said, tossing his coat in aside, “The less luck we’re going to have. The shields?”

“I have an idea about that,” Finn replied, taking us down a hallway confidently. Dad and I looked at each other, shrugging, before following him. He knew this place better than we did. It was an unsettling feeling to be in the heart of the First Order. I could practically feel the wickedness seeping out of the walls, my senses felt like they were dialed to ten. There was anger, instability, selfishness…

I froze in my tracks.

That wasn’t the First Order I was sensing.

My dad, Chewie and Finn stopped their pace when they realized I wasn’t following. Dad came to stand by me, “You okay?”

With my jaw slack and my eyes wide, I looked at him and shook my head, “He’s here. I can feel him.” For one of the first times in my life, I couldn’t read my father. I couldn’t tell if he was happy, worried or in shock, perhaps all three at once. We looked to one another firmly, silently remembering the promise I’d made to my mother, before he whispered, “We need to get the shields down.” Finn was quietly calling our names, reminding me we had a much bigger job to do. I shook myself from my daze, squeezing Dad’s hand before continuing down the hall. Finn instructed us to hide behind a control panel as he waited for something, or someone, to come walking by. He knew the schedules well so I trusted him, but again, we were flying by the seeds of his pants. I watched as he whispered to Chewbacca and the Wookie nodded in agreement. After a few minutes, I heard perfectly timed footsteps coming in our direction. Chewie leapt out from our hiding spot and tackled what looked to be a tall, silver Stormtrooper. He dragged them up from the ground and held his bowcaster to their head, Finn strode forward as we followed “Remember me?”

“FN-2187,” the trooper replied with great hostility towards Finn, who was clearly loving this moment.

“Not anymore. The name’s Finn, and I’m in charge,” he began to taunt, “I’m in charge now, Phasma. I’m in charge-“ “Bring it down, bring it down…” Dad mumbled to Finn, who quickly snapped out of his excitement and back to our reality.

“Follow me,” he commanded, before Chewie shoved Phasma forward and Finn guided us down a corridor. Once we hit a set of blast doors, Finn ordered Phasma to enter her code so that we could enter the room. She reluctantly did as he said and once we entered, Dad and I took out two guard troopers as Finn and Chewie led Phasma to a workstation. Dad kept watch as I joined Finn and aimed my gun at his former captain’s head,

“Lower the shields,” Finn ordered.

Phasma looked to each of us, hardened expressions and the ends of blasters greeting her and inspiring her to begin working on controls. She worked slowly, as if it she had all the time in the world.

“You want me to blast that bucket off your head? Lower the shields!” Finn said forcefully.

“You’re making a big mistake,” she warned.

“Mistakes happen all the time,” I responded, before pushing my gun against Phasma’s helmet, “Like when you accidentally pull the trigger on a blaster when it’s against someone’s head. I’m notorious for making that mistake.”

After staring me down a bit longer, she finally hit a button and a series of beeps sounded from the computer. The shields were lowering.

“Guys,” Finn walked towards my father, “If this works, we’re not gonna have a lot of time to find Rey.” “Don’t worry kid, we won’t leave here without her,” my dad smiled.

“We’ll use the Force,” I quipped before Phasma got up from her seat.

“You can’t be so stupid as to think this would be easy,” she hissed, “My troops will storm the block and kill you all.”

“I disagree,” Finn aimed his gun at her neck.

“What do we do with the rust bucket?” I asked. “Is there a garbage chute?” Dad asked just before his eyes lit up, “Trash compacter?”

Finn smirked, “Yeah, there is.”

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Finn, Dad, Chewie and I agreed that when retelling our heroic tale, we’d leave out shoving a Stormtrooper captain into a trash compacter. The shields were down and without doubt, the Resistance was aware and Poe was leading the fleet towards the base. Now our mission was to locate Rey and get the hell off the planet.

To get to where Rey was being held, we needed to get past another set of blast doors and we didn’t have Phasma’s code anymore. Our approach would have to be a little less discreet…Involving Chewie and a bag of explosives he was carrying.

“We'll use the charges to blow that blast door. I'll go in and draw fire, but I'm gonna need cover.” Finn said.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Dad asked. “Hell no,” he breathed, “I’ll go in find and try to find Rey, the troopers'll be on our tail. We have to be ready for that. There’s an access tunnel that'll lead-“ Dad was nodding past Finn, hardly listening to his improvised plan as he focused on something else.

“Why are you doing that? Why are you doing,” he stuck his chin in the air, “This? I'm trying to come up with a plan.” I searched for what was so interesting behind us and spotted Rey, expertly scaling her way up a wall.

“Finn…” “Y/n, he’s not even listening and I’m here trying to-“ “Finn,” I urged, turning him around. We all looked to each other with relieved smiles.

“Looks like she’s headed back for the main level,” I chuckled, “Let’s go meet her.”

—————

We didn’t have to search for long, we quite literally ran into Rey. She gasped and aimed a blaster she’d picked up at us in reflex, dropping it quickly. “You alright?” Dad asked with genuine concern.

“Yeah,” she answered through heavy breaths. “What happened to you?” Finn pressed, “Did he hurt you?”

“What are you guys doing here? Finn, I thought you were leaving?” Rey replied, looking between the two of us in surprise.

“We came back for you,”

“It was all Finn’s plan,” I added with a small smile, “But I wanted you back too, obviously.”

Rey looked stunned, and I couldn’t figure out why until she surged forward to wrap her arms around the two of us. Rey had been on her own since she was a small child, she was used to taking care of herself and nobody having her back. Now suddenly there were people that cared about her enough to storm a First Order base to rescue her. A foreign concept, but no doubt a welcome one. Finn and I returned her embrace,

“How did you get away?” he whispered. “I can’t explain it,” she answered, “And neither of you would believe it.” “That’s definitely a story we need to hear later.” I said, prompting a small chuckle from Rey.

“Escape now,” Dad interjected, “Hug later.” We collected ourselves and headed back down the hallway in which we’d entered. Locating the transport command, we loaded in and waited to be taken back up to the snow. Having Rey with us again made our little raiding party feel complete, we glanced over at each other in relief of being reunited. Her and I had seen more action together in the two days we’d known each other than most beings did their whole life.

When we emerged outside into the cold, things looked much different than they’d been when we entered the base. The sky was now filled with X-Wings and TIE’s battling, from first glance I observed that the Resistance was definitely outnumbered. The sky had morphed to an ominous shade of dark grey, meaning the weapon was charging fast. Things were beginning to look grim.

“They’re in trouble,” I stated, scanning the sky to see if I could spot Poe’s ship, “We can’t leave yet.”

“Chewie’s got a bag full of explosives,” Dad announced to our group, “Let’s use ‘em.” “Finn, where’s the oscillator structure?” I asked.

“It’s that building there,” he pointed, “But that’s one place I don’t know how to get you into.” “Is its control station nearby?” Rey inquired, “If there is, I can get us in without an access code.” “How?” I asked. “Messing with the fuses,” she answered, slightly grimacing as she awaited my reaction.

“That didn’t work well last time,” I flashed back to earlier in the day, “But it’s our best bet.”

“You two,” Dad pointed to Finn and Rey, “Get us in, we’ll set the charges.”

Our group went their separate ways without another word, we had maybe minutes to save D’Qar.

—————

We entered the oscillation station guns blazing as we aimed our shots at three Stormtroopers. Luckily, they were such bad shots it didn’t take long to knock them out. We headed down the hall towards the maintenance hatch that would hopefully bring us to our desired destination. We waited for a moment for Rey and Finn to (hopefully) open the door for us.

“You good?” Dad asked.

“Mm-hmm. Trying not to think about everything that could go wrong and just do what needs to be done.” “Not thinking before acting?” he chortled, “Sounds a little familiar.”

“Oh, I had a great mentor,” I said as we both smirked towards each other, suddenly the blast doors opened and granted us access.

“That girl knows her stuff,” Dad remarked, earning an agreement from Chewie. We made our way down the dark hall before emerging into the heart of the oscillation station. Chewie took the explosives out of his bag and divided them between the three of us.

“We’ll set the charges at every other column,” Dad explained quietly, before Chewie groaned, “You’re right, that’s a better idea. You two take the top, I’ll take the bottom. We’ll meet back here. Detonator.”

I took the device from his hand and nodded before he pointed to Chewie, “You protect her, got it?” Chewie moaned and nodded, he had done little else other than protect me since I’d entered his life.

“I thought you said I could take care of myself,” I retorted with a raised eyebrow. “You can,” he replied, “But I love you too much to not make sure someone’s watching your six.”

We shared a warm smile before turning away from each other to go set up the explosives. Chewie and I located the ladder and climbed to the upper level. We worked swiftly and quietly together, with every charge I placed I became a little more confidant that our plan was going to work. I also took comfort in the fact that Poe was a couple hundred feet above me probably, but hopefully not, being too reckless.

Chewie and I looked to each other to confirm that all the explosives had been placed. As we began to head back towards the ladder, I stopped and held up a hand. Ben was nearby. With how strong I felt the Force flowing through me, I would’ve thought he was by my side. Chewie purred in concern, I waved him off absentmindedly as I tried to focus on my brother’s presence. Sensing things was new to me, I’d never had the skill until today when I felt the destruction of the Hosnian system. It had only grown stronger as the day went on, but I seemed to have a handle on it. The sound of Stormtrooper footsteps was unmistakable though, I didn’t need to try and sense that.

When I didn’t hear any nearby troopers, I motioned to Chewie to move forward cautiously. We walked towards the railing and I caught sight of an unmistakable back clad figure. He was stalking across the bridge connecting the two sides of the room, looking like he was on a mission. If I could sense him, could he sense me? If so, he wasn’t making any point of showing it. I simply watched him, trying to figure out how to keep my promise on bringing him home. Before I could form a plan, I saw my father walk out onto the bridge,

“BEN!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room.

On instinct, both me and Ben froze and stood up just a little straighter. Dad had never been mean and was never a cruel father, but we knew when he yelled, he wasn’t messing around.

Ben turned to face him, “Han Solo, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.”

Above us, I heard blast doors open and looked up to see Rey and Finn’s enter. They were alive, that was the only comfort I could take in the moment. I returned my gaze to Dad walking further out onto the bridge,

“Take off that mask. You don’t need it.”

“What do you think you’ll see if I do?” the distorted voice asked.

“The face of my son,” Dad answered firmly.

After consideration, Ben slowly raised his hands to his helmet and the clicking sounds of it unlocking could be heard. From the upper level, the single ray of fleeting sunlight from the open blast doors lit up his face. My brother. I couldn’t tell whether I felt relieved or more on edge at the sight of him unmasked. Memories came flooding back of the last time I’d seen his face and I struggled to stay where I was. I wanted to run to him and help my father convince him to leave, but Chewbacca’s firm grip on my shoulder told me to stay where I was.

“Your son,” his undistorted voice seethed, “is gone. He was weak and foolish like his father. So I destroyed him.” Dad took slow careful steps across the catwalk, as if approaching a wild creature that could snap and bite your head off if startled,

“That’s what Snoke wants you to believe, but it’s not true. My son is alive.”

“No,” Ben replied, “The supreme leader is wise.” “Snoke is using you for your power. When he gets what he wants, he’ll crush you,” Dad moved closer until he was face to face with his son, “You know it’s true.”

There were seconds of silence between them, Ben was hesitating in his response. Maybe deep down he did know that Snoke was using him, maybe he simply wanted to believe otherwise. But what argument was he supposed to make in defense?

“It’s too late,” Ben said, barely audible.

“No, it’s not. Leave here with us. Come home, we miss you,” Dad pleaded.

“Ben,” I said loudly, no doubt attracting the attention of every Stormtrooper in the room. But the only person’s attention I wanted looked up at me as I drew a shaky breath, “Come home.”

We held each other’s gaze for a while, seeing which of us would break first. We hadn’t seen each other in years, the last time we’d been together had ended in flames, and now here we were. Older, stronger and on opposite sides of a war.

Ben turned back to Dad, who had been looking between the two of us,

“I’m being torn apart,” his voice cracked, “I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”

“Yes,” Dad stepped closer to him, I could hear the desperation in his voice, “Anything.”

Ben dropped the menacing mask from his hand, unholstered what looked to be a lightsaber from his belt and extended it out to our father. I couldn’t see Dad’s face but I could only imagine he was as shocked as I was. Was he actually going to leave and come back to us? My heart was pounding as I watched Dad reach out and place a hand on the weapon, ready to help bring his son back to the light. With my eyes still locked on them, the sunlight that had shone on their figures disappeared, the station was charged. It felt like a lifetime as I waited for someone to make a move, for Ben to let go of the saber or for Dad to wrench it out of his hands. My brother’s eyes flickered up to me, as if to see if I was still watching him, my gaze held firm.

He ignited the lightsaber and the blade pierced through Dad’s chest.

My world stopped.

———

“I’m gonna get you!” Ben yelled as he chased young Y/n through the forest that lay on the Solo’s property.

“No, you’re not!”

Ben was gaining on her even though she was making quick sharp turns and cutting through bushes to try and slow him. Having chased her for almost a half hour, he finally got close enough to tackle her to the ground. He fell on top of her and they both let out an ‘oof’ as they landed, spitting the dirt out of their mouths after. Ben was the first one to start roaring with laughter, Y/n joined in shortly after. Suddenly, a pair of arms picked both of them up causing them to shriek. They already knew who it was by the booming laugh,

“Is there any dirt left in this forest or are you two bringing all of it back on your clothes?” “We were playing, Dad,” Y/n giggled as Han wedged a kid under each arm and began walking out of the forest.

"Tell that to your mother when she sees how much of a mess you two are.”  Han carried Ben and Y/n out to the large grassy clearing in front of their home. Leia had sent him to retrieve them, she was busy spreading out a blanket and bringing the food out from the kitchen. It was the anniversary of the Battle of Endor and the entire galaxy was celebrating, their family included.

“Found the womp rats,” Han declared as he neared his wife who was taking a plate from C-3PO.

She sighed exasperatedly as she examined the state of their children, “I can see that. We’ll get you both cleaned up later, I don’t want the food to get cold.” Ben and Y/n wiggled out of their father’s grip and plopped down on the blanket, grabbing plates and filling them.

“When will Uncle Chewie light the fireworks?” Y/n asked in between bites.

“Looks like he’s almost done unloading them,” Han replied as he pointed to the Wookie who was carrying a crate off of the Falcon.

The kids whooped as they ate, Han and Leia sitting down to join them as well. Once the sun had set, Chewbacca began lighting off the fireworks. Ben and Y/n cheered as different colors and shapes lit up the night sky. Leia had Ben in her lap while Han held Y/n in his, the four of them huddled together. The couple peered down at their kids before looking over to the other. Ten years ago, they hadn’t known whether they would live or die and now? They were watching their children laugh at each other over some inside joke the two of them shared. They smiled together before Han tightened his hold around Leia’s waist and kissed her temple. They’d made the galaxy a better place for their children, a place where they could live out their lives as a happy family. A place where none of them would ever have to face the threat of war.

——————

“NO!!”

Chewbacca roared behind me, Rey shrieked from above, but neither of them were as loud as my ear splitting, piercing scream of agony. My brother pulled the red blade out of our father’s chest and watch as the life drained from him. Dad weakly lifted his hand to Ben’s cheek, looking into his son’s eyes one more time. His knees buckled and he began to tip to one side,

“NO, DAD!!”

I’ll never know if he heard my last cry for him as he fell into the shaft, lost to me forever.

Chewie wailed and aimed his bow caster at Ben, I watched through watery eyes as the shot hit him. I didn’t stop him from trying to fire more shots, I simply stared at my brother as he clutched his side. I only snapped out of my shock when blaster fire began to rain down around us. There were Stormtroopers everywhere, Chewie and I fired frantically as we located a corridor to duck into. My mind raced as I realized it was now my job to call the shots, I had to decide our next moves. “We have to get Rey and Finn!” I cried over the gunfire, Chewie roared in response to get up there and he’d cover me, “I’ll detonate the charges when I get up. You meet us back at the Falcon, you hear me?”

He nodded and the two of us bolted out of the corridor, I ran to the ladder and trusted Chewie to protect me. I wept furiously with each step, the further I got from my father’s final resting place the more my chest began to ache. I had to force myself to keep going, it’s what he’d be telling me to do. As had been my operating mode for most of the day, I had to wait to grieve. There was a job to be done, and I now had to do it without Dad.

When I made it to the top level, Rey was waiting to help pull me up as Finn fired at the remaining troopers. Rey rejoined him in his attack as I looked down to the detonator and with a shaky hand, I pressed the button. The explosions were triggered, we stumbled into one another as the structure began to shake. Fire erupted all around us and I had to pray that Chewie was already making his way out of the building. The structure was beginning to cave in on itself, but our eyes were concentrated downwards. My brother stood on the catwalk, lightsaber still ignited as he stared us down. I could feel the anger surging through me, but I sensed an almost equal amount from him directed towards us. Finn, the traitor. Rey, the girl who’d outwitted him. And me, his one time ally turned enemy. What right did he have to be angry with me when he had just murdered our father?

“Y/n, come on!” Rey yelled, pulling me from my thoughts and giving me the strength to turn away from him.

We raced out into the snow, no words spoken, only silent tears shed in harmony. I thought of my mother, would I have to break the news to her or had she sensed it? Was Poe still wrecking havoc in the skies or would I lose him too? Had Chewie made it out? I didn’t know how to survive the loss of my father, let alone if you added someone else to the list. But the belief that they’d be waiting for me was what kept me running. I wept as we ran through the forest, trying to get the picture of my father’s lifeless body falling into an abyss out of my mind. Though I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget the image for as long as I was alive.

“The Falcon’s this way,” Finn said, we sped up a little knowing we were closer to salvation.

We kept up our pace until we saw the dark figure in front of us, the red blade lighting up his face. We came to a halt, knowing there was nowhere we could run where we’d be safe. A defeated look was shared between the three of us before we slowly stepped forwards toward him,

“We’re not done yet.”

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A/N: I’VE BEEN DREADING WRITING THIS SINCE I STARTED THE SERIES. Han was one of my heroes as a kid and when TFA came out, the scene pretty much scarred me lol. Let me know what you thought and let me know if you’d like to be tagged!

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your name (pt.1)

❄️📚 tsukioka tsumugi

part 1 — part 2 — part 3

summary: being an adult is tiring, tsumugi knows that all too well.

warnings: class divide (struggling financially), food

author’s note: this is the first ever series i’m doing! please anticipate the next installment of the “your name” series tomorrow :D i’m so excited to share this since part 01 is my first ever wip for a3 ever 🤍 please enjoy!

word count: 2,932

music: kimi no na wa soundtrack – radwimps

Running with reckless abandon, a boy trips amidst the bustling public traffic in the station, books flying out of his arms from the sheer force of his turn. Passer-bys barely spared a glance at the panicked tutor as he bent down to gather his academic papers, all imprinted by strangers’ shoes. In a moment of lifelong embarrassment, the world continued to spin as nothing rippled the fabric of time.

Murmurs spread across the crowd, daily small talk between people who would never see each other again on the complex train system. Students shared personal gossip too loud for their own good as their prestigious private academy skirts flew past him. Businessmen burdened themselves with client phone calls as they were all weighed down by the same leather briefcase. Employees wore their customer service mask, smiling politely before dropping their act immediately afterwards when they thought no one was looking. As expected, there was no time in the schedule to stop and help a recent university graduate out of his clumsy peril. Everyone was too distracted by their own problems to consider breaking their routine.

Perceptive by nature, Tsukioka Tsumugi didn’t need to glance at his watch to know he was late to his study session. The automated female voice sounded dull over the speakers, announcing his designated train was to depart in five minutes in a monotone attitude. Tokyo was a busy city with no mercy for those who didn’t plan every second of their future. That much was understandable by the aspiring teacher who quickly pulled out his outdated flip phone as he carefully eyed the assignments back in his possession.

A single tone rang before a drawl was heard in poor quality, with a shit–eating grin Tsumugi knew all too well.

“Tsumu, did you finally realize I don’t need your tutoring?” Settsu Banri mocked, the distinct background noises of his new video game obsession making Tsumugi speed walk even faster. With his books held tight against his chest, he sighed and almost pinched the bridge of his nose before realizing none of his hands were free. Placing the phone in between his shoulder and ear, Tsumugi rolled his eyes as he attempted to organize his mess.

“Banri-kun, please refer to me as Tsukioka-san. I am your senior by years, if I may remind you.” Tsumugi reprimanded, noting Banri’s agitated groan and muttered under his breath about the age difference between them. Unlike the other students Tsumugi tutored, Banri was defiant. Over–the–top, lazy, and arrogant—but deadly smart. Ever since Tsumugi carefully took off his shoes in the Settsus’ overpriced apartment, Banri took it upon himself to make his life a living hell by refusing to do the work but getting every question right. The only thing Banri cooperated with was talking about video games, which distracted him from his innate ability to be the best at everything. So on Friday afternoons, Tsumugi would visit to recap the weekly curriculum and try his best to stay patient with Banri’s snappy attitude.

“Why’d you call anyways? You’re late, by the way.” Banri pointed out right before Tsumugi fell through the two closing doors on the train, tumbling into a displeased but silent group as he gripped the overhead. Spectators only stared for a second before turning away as Tsumugi blushed under the attention, stammering back a half–assed apology of how he was going to be twenty minutes late for their session.

“Hold on, am I talking to the right person? Tsukioka Tsumugi, late? Real funny, just tell me you quit or something.” Banri feigned a bothered persona, but it was nice to pretend he was actually worried over the possibility of not seeing Tsumugi. Apologizing quickly to a corporate worker he bumped into, Tsumugi fixed the bag slung too low on his right shoulder as he took the phone back in his hand. At the same time, the zipper on his decade old bag gave out as it took his foot’s entire strength to keep the folders in place. Great, another thing to replace.

Staring outside the window, the school year was coming to a close as the heat of incoming summer air made him grip the phone in case of vicious sweat. “Banri–kun, you know I value our study sessions together.” He didn’t respond, just a resigned hmph before hanging up as Banri started swearing into his gaming headset. Tsumugi closed his eyes, getting his minutes of shut-eye for the first time in days as the sun glowed. Time didn’t stop for anyone, especially not Tsukioka Tsumugi.

After being greeted way too properly by the Settsu chain of servants, Tsumugi could hear the exaggerated game sound effects throughout the rather empty mansion. Walking carefully into Banri’s wide open door, Tsumugi grimaced at the sight of the energy drink cans crushed and thrown haphazardly near the trash can. Junk food wrappers were kicked underneath the expensive furniture as Banri was focused on his two–screen gaming setup. The rainbow LED keyboard was smashed expertly by Banri’s quick fingers all without looking down, getting him a #1 win as he boredly stared at the victory. As expected of NEO-san, a top league player. Or so Tsumugi’s heard by his other student, Taichi, who dramatically cries every time he loses against Banri.

“Banri-kun, please excuse my interruption.” Tsumugi announced, holding up the textbooks he had carried with a strained smile. Banri didn’t even look over as he logged off, saying something about GG to his teammate by the name of “Taruchi” before pushing the cat headset down around his neck. Spinning around in his black gamer chair, Banri raised one eyebrow at Tsumugi’s disheveled appearance panting slightly in the doorway. It was unlike his composed, proper tutor to be... like every young adult out there? Tsumugi didn’t seem like he had all the wisdom and knowledge in the world, he looked more... confused than anything.

“Geez, Tsumu. Didn’t think you’d sleep in, watched the meteor strike last night?” Banri smirked, rolling his chair across the room to his school desk as he put his legs up, stretching his arms beneath his head lazily. How he hadn't changed out of his white t-shirt and sweatpants was beyond Tsumugi as he sat in his normal chair silently, unlike the loud high schooler who glanced at the folder of work with a yawn. Grabbing some trendy bucket hat, Banri shoved the brim over his eyes as he took a break from the flashing neon blue light from his monitor.

“Meteor strike?” Tsumugi questioned innocently, attempting to hold conversation as Banri hummed a game soundtrack absentmindedly. Nodding, Banri pulled up his modern phone that made Tsumugi wince thinking of the price of that thing. Shoving the screen in front of Tsumugi’s wary red eyes, he blinked rapidly to adjust to the bright overpowering pixels. Tsumugi noticed an event marked that raved about the phenomenal light show the day before. Thinking back on the train incident this morning, Tsumugi remembered the excitement buzzing through the students a week prior as they whispered about a new chance to wear their best yukatas to celebrate. It had been so long since he was in school, that he completely forgot about all the childish euphoria that came with change.

“I must’ve slept through it. I didn’t notice at all.” Tsumugi admitted, tilting his head as he tried to remember the news every morning the past week. He couldn’t remember a single story of the astronomical event, although every day felt the same as usual. It was peculiar; Tsumugi was awake all night, too. He couldn’t sleep without his medication... maybe he should have looked up for once.

Taking his phone back to check the game notification popping up on screen, Banri chuckled as he shoved a stick of chocolate pocky in his mouth. “Mhmm, said it was a historical event n’ all. Supposed to be life-changing.” Banri offered bare minimum detail on anything and everything, but it was enough for Tsumugi to have a slight understanding as he set up the workspace. Banri noticed the distant look in Tsumugi’s eyes, the tiredness stifled underneath the graceful mannerisms as it looked like he was going through the motions. Attempting to lighten the mood, Banri’s voice came off meaner than he intended. “Aren’t you like? 25? How come you don’t know this stuff, you’re no boomer.”

Tsumugi frowned, glancing at Banri who looked away immediately with a flustered expression. Leave it to Banri to overthink whether or not he overstepped a boundary but refuse to acknowledge it. Tsumugi kept the meme going, sarcastically deadpanning, “Haha” before tossing a new eraser at Banri’s mushroom hair. Banri caught the gift in one hand easily as he slowly turned it over, turning his body to fully face his tutor. His feet dropped to the floor with a bang, startling Tsumugi to straighten his posture and stare directly into Banri’s curious face that had a glint of... concern?

“What’s all this? A gift to make me like you or something?” Banri jokes, nudging Tsumugi’s foot with his own. Tsumugi couldn’t help but notice the tight death grip Banri had on the small, game controller shaped eraser he had found at his full time work as a florist. Across the street was a one dollar convenience store, where teenage workers stood at the register on their phones as Tsumugi checked out the stationary. Wearing his dirt–stained apron, he remembered coming across miniature, adorable erasers that made him think of his students. Especially the red and blue Nintendo Switch joy con erasers that made Tsumugi think of Banri’s whole rant about the superiority of Fire Emblem: Three Houses’ Black Eagles for the potential wife girls. Sure, it was a hit on his already fragile bank account, but it was worth it to see Banri genuinely happy about something for once.

“You already do, I’m the longest tutor you’ve had.” Tsumugi didn’t need the thanks, because it was clear in the way Banri for once put something down without throwing it. Banri scoffed, mumbling a weak comeback as he flipped open his notebook. He even tossed his hat off his head, revealing the messy long hair tucked behind his ears. Oh, he did his homework for once, Tsumugi mused with satisfaction before trying to flip to the appropriate page in the school’s textbook. It was open to a section on meteors, and glossy colored pictures of the sky made Tsumugi’s eyes focus. The image seemed familiar. Perhaps he stared a moment too long, because Banri took the book himself and thumbed his way to the marked section, warily sparing a careful glance.

“Hey... you good? You don’t look... normal.” Banri roughly phrased, trying his best to emote like a normal human would. Tsumugi nodded, not convincing anyone he was off. Brushing his sweaty palms upon his jeans, Tsumugi pushed his hair back as he started reciting what he knew of the topic and reviewed the homework, failing to catch Banri’s attentive stare at Tsumugi’s cheap, hole-ridden pants and bag bursting at the seams.

Tsumugi went back on the same train. The people were the same, his schedule was the same. Banri was different today though, paid more attention today despite knowing it already. Maybe he just wanted to get it over with, probably some tournament tonight.

In the face of the orange sunset above the skyscrapers, Tsumugi walked home with a slow, natural pace that fit his time slot he allocated for transportation. The mental reminder allowed him to look up for once, seeing the birds fly together around the quieter part of the city as a golden haze reflected off the glass. Community members said their usual predictable greetings as he waved back, respectfully wishing good health to his elders and telling funny jokes to the youth playing sports. Yet, it didn’t bring him the fulfillment he got before when he was young. Being an adult, was tiring.

It was the same everyday, as Tsumugi left the residential area and climbed through the back alley to a slum part of town. Lights flickered as abandoned businesses creaked amidst the silence. He escaped the prying eyes of neighbors and unlocked the door to his dingy, unsafe apartment. Closing the door quietly, Tsumugi stared at the studio as silence overtook his surroundings. Dust floated in the golden hour as everything was where he exactly left it.

“Welcome home.” Tsumugi whispered, his own voice echoing in between his four walls. Alone, again. It was the same everyday.

Heating up the instant ramen expired in his cupboard, the microwave sparked every once in a while as Tsumugi leaned against the counter. Each surface he touched creaked with uncertainty, as if it didn’t know how long it could last. His one–room housing felt cramped despite the lack of furniture around Tsumugi. His run–down appliances, aged decor, and rising rent made the location even better as Tsumugi did the usual routine of eating half the calories he needed and staying up browsing job listings. This time, the ramen wasn’t as satisfying as the pastry Banri stuffed in his hand before he left.

“What’s this?” Tsumugi remembered asking, immediately feeling sick to his stomach once he saw Banri’s serious expression stare back at him. At the moment, it felt like Banri was his teacher. The sweet, strawberry mochi wrapped in plastic felt warm in his palm as Banri stood at the door of his own home, leading Tsumugi out with a gift.

“Mochi. You’re Japanese, dipshit. Just a thanks, I guess.” Banri bullshitted, rolling his eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Tsumugi noticed they began to fidget a little bit as Banri tapped his foot against the welcome mat. “School punk named Juza bakes or whatever, has a family business so thought you might like it. Or whatever.” Banri elaborated, using one hand to tug at the already loose v–neck collar of his week old t–shirt. Was that a blush Tsumugi saw on his rather indifferent student? No matter, it wasn’t his business to ask about a troublemaker turned pastry chef.

He’d make sure to thank his student next time he tutored him, which would be (Tsumugi checked the wall calendar disappointedly) next week. Banri was a good kid, even if he had his teenage angsty rebellion phase for a while now. Privileged kids liked doing that, pretending the whole world was against them despite having everything, Tsumugi thought bitterly. Even he was slightly surprised and caught off guard by his own pessimism, before the microwave beeped, signaling its task was done.

When Tsumugi tried to pull open the door, the handle snapped off and a quiet sigh escaped Tsumugi’s lips. Guess no dinner for tonight, then. Tsumugi didn’t have enough fight in him to care, so he dropped the handle onto the counter with a clatter. Inside this studio room, there was nothing for Tsumugi here. Not even his own food.

So, Tsumugi sat down on the couch that groaned beneath his weight. Except, it wasn’t his own body that made his sofa creak—it was the stack of papers needing to be graded in his arms. With a red pen tucked behind his ear, Tsumugi began marking his students’ work. A minute passed before Tsumugi quickly turned the television on, letting the sound of the news distract him from the unbearable loneliness.

Sure, it was going to increase his bills but... the money would be worth it to make his thoughts quiet for a moment. Tsumugi had a job to do, and he wouldn’t let his mindset get in the way. Being an adult was something else, indeed.

When had he fallen asleep?

Tsumugi blinked slowly, finding that his cheek was resting against a substantially smaller stack. Another pile that was distinctly red ink was on the other cushion, the pen without its cap rolled across the carpet. Tsumugi subconsciously winced when he realized the T.V. was on, the same channel on in the background.

Lifting his head, Tsumugi tried to comprehend the visual of the screen through his blurry vision. Tsumugi’s glasses must’ve dropped somewhere; he hoped he didn’t step on them. From what he could hear, the duo of news anchors were animatedly discussing some supernatural phenomenon tonight. Tsumugi rubbed his eyes, leaning closer to the small box screen ahead.

There was no way he possibly heard that correctly. Yet, there it was on the T.V.: “Historical Meteor Shower Tonight!” in big bold letters at the bottom. Tsumugi could remember Banri talking about something like this, but it had occurred last night. Was there another one? How common was it for two meteor showers within a span of mere hours? Sitting up, Tsumugi watched the pair talk about the light show.

“This is said to be the first event of its kind in Japan!” The host exclaimed, the screen switching to a picture of the meteors. A sense of familiarity struck Tsumugi once more, the same feeling when he had seen Banri’s textbook earlier that day. “It’s said to be life–changing—” The other one replied, Tsumugi’s wide eyes focused on every single passing word and image. Could deja vu possibly last this long?

As Tsumugi fumbled for his phone, he made his way out onto his balcony. Something inside him was telling him to get some air as Tsumugi dialed Banri’s number. Before Tsumugi could confirm the call, a bright light appeared out of the corner of his eye.

Tsumugi looked up to see two bright meteors splitting from one another. At the sight, Tsumugi’s phone landed upon the balcony floor.

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asavt · 3 years

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Cookie Run!Promare AU(3) - Operation Rescue

By Notebook

The smell of disinfectants permeates throughout the entire surgical room, as the cleaners wash away the remains of former Mages. The ashes of these test subjects cling unto the sponges and mops as the cleaners dipped them into their water buckets, turning the once clear water into a murky grey-red.

Once the room was fully cleaned, the cleaners drained the discolored water into the sink before filling the buckets with fresh water. They gathered their cleaning supplies and headed towards the next surgical room for disinfection. Preparing the room for the next batch of Mages for dissection.

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Near the bottom of the facility, where the most valuable Mages are kept, a figure shivers near the corner of their cell. His entire body was covered in bandages due to the plethora of medical tests from the day before.

The Mage looked around the cold white sterile room he was imprisoned in. Bereft of anything else, save for the bed he slept on. The harsh lights beamed down from the ceiling as the figure stared at the white wall before them.

He hoped each day that someone might come and saved him from this never-ending nightmare, but alas that day still has not arrived yet.

It has not arrived in over 3 years.

The figure continued to stare towards the white wall when the door to their cell slid wide open. A flurry of doctors poured into the room, along with a few guards that followed them into the room. The doctors ordered the guards to take Y-9 to the “sleeping” room.

The guards picked up the tired Mage and carried them towards the room. The Mage did not fight back against the guards, knowing full well of the consequences for those who do.

“Excuse me. Are you new here?” asked a nurse, who was drinking her 7th cup of coffee. The man nodded his head as he adjusted his glasses.

From what the nurse observed, the man had brown hair with a light brown highlight, light pink eyes, and a soft smile. He also wore white scrubs along with white with light blue shoes and the tag of which unit he worked at.

The typical uniform for nurses who worked at the facility.

The man, carrying a thick manila folder, smiled at the veteran nurse before him. “Yes, I am. I was wondering where unit 1 is located? They didn’t give us a map of this place. So… I was just wondering where it is. I have to deliver some important paperwork to the unit’s doctors,” explained the male nurse.

The female nurse gave him a weird look before responding to the new nurse’s question.

“Sorry, but no one is allowed in that unit except for the nurses and doctors that were assigned to that unit,” explained the irritated nurse. “You just have to deliver the paperwork to the proper secretary and ask them to deliver it for you. That’s just protocol, kid.”

“Ah, I see. And where do I find the proper secretary?”

“Just keep heading straight until you find the fake fountain, then turn right. Then you keep going until you find the sign that says, ‘Unit 1, Main Secretary’. Just go in and give them the paperwork. They will do the rest.”

“Huh, I see. Thank you, Ma'am.”

The young nurse waved the old nurse goodbye before walking past her, heading towards the direction of the fountain.

The nurse finished her 7th cup of coffee before throwing the soft paper cup into the trash can next to her. While she walked towards the operating room for the next experiment, a sudden chill ran down her spine.

As Tea finally finished the last of the facility’s finances a male nurse, whom Tea never seen before, entered his office while carrying a large manila folder. The nurse looked at the secretary and smiled, which in all honesty creeped Tea out.

“May I help you?”

“Umm, yes… I need to enter Unit 1 to deliver some important paperwork, but I don’t know how to get there. Can you help me?”

Tea rolled his eyes. Figuring they are new to the facility Tea explained, “Unless you’re assigned to Unit 1, you are not allowed to enter that specific Unit. If you need to deliver some paperwork to the docs over there, just hand me the papers and I’ll fax it over to them.”

“Wait. So, you have access to Unit 1?”

“Yes!” Yelled the very tired secretary. “Now, just give me the folder and be on your way.”

“Alright. Alright.” The male nurse answered as he laid the folder on the table and left the office.

When Tea picked up the manila folder and opened it to see its contents, a large puff of gas and smoke envelope the entire room. Knocking out the secretary.

As soon as the male nurse heard a loud thump, he knew the sleeping gas had worked. He waited for a few minutes before entering the office, so as to not get knocked out from the gas.

The male “nurse” rifled through the secretary’s desk before finding the plethora of keycards for Unit 1 in a secret compartment underneath the desk.

The “nurse” took the keycards, hid Tea underneath his desk, and left the office.

The “nurse” walked towards the door to Unit 1 and used all the keycards to unlock the doors, thus gaining access to Unit 1.

The male “nurse” quickly entered the Unit and headed towards the elevator that will take him to the lower levels of the facility. The levels where the Mages are kept.

When the elevator doors finally opened, the “nurse” headed towards the back of the unit.

The “nurse” smirked a little as small flames appeared from his fists. Disappearing just as quickly.

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“Alrighty then. Just be a good test subject and it will all be over lickety-split.”

One of the doctors chirps as they put in an IV on Y-9’s arms along with an anesthesia face mask.

Y-9 knew this day would come, yet he didn’t feel scared nor sad, but rather relieved. It was finally going to be over.

Just before the anesthesia kicked it, a large explosion shook the entire unit causing the power to shut down. Soon, the backup generator kicked in and the alarm ranged throughout the entire unit.

Before the doctors could realize what was happening, the doors to the operating room flew hide open and flames shot from every direction. The doctors ran for their lives, while Y-9 looked towards the one that stopped the dissection.

Y-9’s field of vision grew smaller and smaller, as their rescuers picked them up and placed them on a gurney to wheel them to safety.

The last thing they remember was seeing the exit sign before everything went black.

“Hey. Hey! Can you hear us?”

“I don’t think he can hear us.”

“Is he in a coma?”

“No, he’s just asleep from the anesthesia they gave them.”

“Oh, then-Huh? Boss look! He’s waking up!”

Y-9 slowly opened his eyes to find not the harsh white light of the facility but the warm yellow lights of a warehouse. Y-9 lifted his head and looked around his surroundings.

He finds himself surrounded by a bunch of people, who were either treating the wounds from those who were rescued from the facility or standing guard around the windows and doors of the warehouse.

Y-9 then looked towards the two people next to his bed.

“Did…. Did you guys save me?”

“Sort of,” the younger of the two answered.

“I merely short-circuited their systems, while the boss here did the bulk of the work.”

“Now, don’t sell yourself too short. We couldn’t have saved as Mages as we did without you frying the circuits,” the older one replied to the younger one.

“No, really it was no big, man.”

“Well, it’s a big deal to me. This is the most Mages we have ever saved, and I think-Oh?”

The older one looked towards Y-9, who had confusion plastered on his face. The older gentlemen smiled at Y-9.

“I’m so sorry for not introducing ourselves. We are the “Magicians”, a group of Mages dedicated to saving our kind and rising against those oppressing our kind. My name is Espresso, the leader of the “Magicians” and this here is Lemon.“

"What’s up.”

“He is one of the top generals of the "Magicians”, so he helps with these sort of missions.“

"Yup. I can use my mana to create electricity. As a result, I can hack almost any computer or fry any system.”

“But he’s better at frying than hacking.”

“Sad, but true,” Lemon said as he puts on his jacket with lightning bolts on them.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Huh? My… name.”

“Yes,” Lemon responded. “What’s your name?”

Both Espresso and Lemon waited patiently for Y-9 to answer their questions. A few moments digging through buried memories later, Y-9 looks at the boss and the general of the Magicians. He answers:

“Cinnamon. My name is Cinnamon.”

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CINNA MY SON–

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lady-divine-writes · 3 years

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Klaine one-shot -“Election Anxiety” (Rated G)

Summary: Kurt comes home to find his husband and daughter searching for her bucket of Halloween candy. But Kurt, gone all day at work, has his suspicions about where it's gone. (535 words)

Notes: This was a tiny thing I wrote last night and was too anxious to upload XD Daddies!Klaine

Read on AO3.

“I’m sorry, bug,” Kurt hears his husband say as he walks in the door. “I don’t know where it could have gone.”

“But it was right here! Right where you and Papa put it!" Tracy gestures with both hands to the top of the refrigerator - a place Tracy can’t easily reach, but she can see from ground level. A perfect place to keep her pumpkin bucket full of Halloween candy safely out of her tiny hands. But as Kurt walks in on his husband and daughter searching the kitchen high and low, he can see that the bucket is no longer there.

And Tracy looks devastated.

“And I swear I didn't touch it! You don’t think Uncle Sam could have taken it, do you?” Tracy asks, lower lip wobbling over the prospect of a beloved family friend absconding with her pail of treats.

“No,” Blaine replies, patting her head reassuringly. “I’ve known your Uncle Sam for a very long time, and I can safely say that he would never do something like that. Now, your Uncle Cooper, on the other hand …”

“Hello, my loves!” Kurt intervenes before Blaine can toss his brother too far under the bus. Normally, Kurt would just let him. But considering what he suspects is going on, he feels karma would best be served by rescuing his husband before he can tarnish his too badly.

“Papa!” Tracy cries, leaping into Kurt's arms. “Something terrible has happened!”

“I heard,” Kurt says, kissing his daughter on the forehead. “And I know you’ve probably done this already, but why don’t you run upstairs and check your bedroom. I’ll come help in a minute.”

“All right, Papa!” Tracy races up the stairs to her room in a much happier mood. Nothing has changed. The bucket is still gone. But her Papa always seems to find a way to make things better.

Kurt looks at his husband, watching their little girl hurry up the steps, and sighs.

“Long day?” he asks.

“Yup," Blaine answers with a nod, eyes still glued to the upstairs landing. "Long day.”

“Nervous about the election?”

“A-a little bit. Yeah.”

Kurt leans into his husband's ear, ensuring his voice doesn't carry. “Did you stress-eat her Halloween candy?”

Blaine's lips tighten into a thin line. He's not a perfect father. He'd be the first to admit he's made a few questionable decisions. But this one probably takes the cake. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

Kurt pulls a reusable canvas bag, filled with clearance Halloween candy he bought from Duane Reede, out from under the coat folded over his arm, and hands it to Blaine. “I’ve got you covered.”

Blaine's sigh of relief is so extensive, it shortens him by half a foot. "You are a God."

"Yes, I am. But I get it." Kurt puts an arm around his husband and squeezes tight. "Plus, you didn't see the stale pizza crust I swiped out of the box I took to the trash before work."

Blaine tilts his head in his husband's direction and arcs an eyebrow. "Really, Kurt?"

"What? Are you actually judging me?"

"Yes." Blaine rests his head against his husband's shoulder. "But only because I'd been eyeing that for breakfast."

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buferfliz · 4 years

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Martini

The classic drink. Smooth with an edge.

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Dirty Talk, Quirkplay, Slight Harassment, Minor Threat of Violence, Oral Sex (Receiving), Vaginal Sex

You raise the glass to your nose and take a sniff. Beer, you think before scrunching your nose up at the unpleasant scent, cheap beer. You put the glass back down onto the bar. Sensing the presence of someone, you turn your head to the side. Standing next to you are two attractive but clearly drunk men wearing matching shirts with Greek letters. Great, drunk frat boys. I bet they sent that beer over, you think to yourself.

“Wasn’t that nice of us to send you over that drink?” The one man says. “Oh yeah. Thanks.” You say halfheartedly as you avert your gaze to the side. As you scan the room for a possible escape route, you hear the other man speak up. “You should thank us for being so nice and generous.” He tells you. You roll your eyes before looking back at them. “I did. I said thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me…” You say as you get off of the barstool that you were sitting on.

The first man pins you against the bar, his arms on either side of your waist. “Oh I think you can be more grateful than that.” He says with a salacious grin. A scowl forms on your face. “I don’t think so. Now fuck off!” You exclaim as you push his arm away and swiftly walk to the other side of the room to get away from them. “Hey! Get back here you little bitch!” The man shouts as you hear him and his friend following you.

Quickly looking behind you, you see that they have been momentarily obstructed by the crowd. You take the opportunity to duck into the nearest VIP area and conceal yourself behind the partition, cautiously peeking around it to keep track of the drunken assholes.

“Do you always sneak into VIP areas?” A cold but slightly amused voice asks from behind you. You stiffen slightly not expecting someone to be there before relaxing once again. Keeping your view on the club, you answer the voice. “No I don’t. Sorry, I’m trying to lose these asshole frat boys.”

“What’s the matter? Not interested in beer pong and keg stands?” The voice, now sounding closer than before, says with a chuckle. “Definitely not. I prefer martinis.” You say. “Is that so?” The voice responds as you feel his breath tickle your ear.

You give an involuntary shiver at the feeling of his breath causing the man to chuckle once more. “Ok good. They’re gone.” You say as you finally turn to face the man whose VIP area you barged into. Once you do, however, the man has you instantly pinned against the partition with his lean muscular body, his hands against the wall on either side of your head. Your eyes widen momentarily as you see who the man that has you trapped is.

Shoto Todoroki. Quite possibly the most famous and dangerous villain in the entire country, definitely in the city. Despite the fact that you should be cowering in fear, you find that you are, instead, very excited. Of all villains, he was the one who fascinated you the most and now here he was pinning you against a wall. You couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks, the slightest flicker of confusion passing over his face at your reaction or lack thereof. “Shoto Todoroki.” You say, the smile somewhat growing on your face as you stare into his beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned?” He questions, clearly not accustomed to this sort of reaction. “Probably. But I can’t help it, you’re Shoto Todoroki. I find you quite fascinating.” You reply honestly. Shoto raises an eyebrow and backs off of you.

“Interesting.” He states before gesturing to a nearby man who you can only guess is one of his ‘employees.’ This makes you ever so slightly concerned for your safety but you don’t let on. “What did you just tell him?” You curiously inquire. Shoto chuckles. “Are you finally getting worried?” He asks as he heads towards the couch. “Not really.” You say. “You said you prefer martinis, I thought you might like one.” He says casually as he sits on the couch and gestures for you to join him.

You go over and sit on the couch next to him as the man reappears carrying two martinis and places them on the table in front of the two of you. “Thank you.” You say to the man as Shoto nods to him and he disappears leaving you alone.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, fascinated girl. Let’s start with your name.” Shoto says to you as he takes a drink of his martini. You follow suit before giving him your name and then say, “I’m not all that interesting though. I have a crappy apartment, a crappy job, and boring acquaintances.”

“Well I find you intriguing. You see, most people get scared when they see me let alone if I get anywhere near them, as they should. Either that or they’re horny gutter trash and not worth my time. And then there’s you.” He looks pointedly at you making you want to look away from his gaze but you hold your ground. He smirks at your reaction and takes another sip of his drink.

“So tell me. Are you just some sort of vacuous villain groupie?” He questions you. “I may have come here to see if the rumors about villains frequenting this club were true and I might have even hoped to run into one but I’m not some dumb groupie.” You say, offense apparent in your voice.

“Hmm, is that right?” He says skeptically as he takes another sip of his drink, eyes never leaving your face.

“Those drunken frat boys are still here and apparently they’re still looking for you. You seem to have made quite the impression on them.” He tells you with a calculating gaze as he appraises you. It’s like he’s trying to decide if I’m worth his time, you think to yourself.

“Great. Was fuck off too subtle for them to realize that I’m not interested?” You say in a frustrated manner. Shoto laughs. “I could just kill them for you. Then you won’t have to worry about them anymore.” He states matter of factly. You laugh a bit and finish your drink, placing the empty glass onto the table.

“That would be helpful but they’re not worth your attention or effort and would just end up causing problems for you.” You tell him. “Problems?” He asks you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. The police would show up.”

“And you think I’d get caught?”

“No, I know you wouldn’t. I’d never let that happen even though I know you’re more than capable of getting away on your own.” You plainly state.

“Oh, so you’d help a villain then?” Shoto interestedly asks. “Yes. Well you anyway. You’re much more fascinating free than you would be locked up. Besides, you’d be killing them for me so of course I’d cover for you.” You say with a smile. Shoto looks at you with an amused expression.

“And how exactly could you help me?”

“Simple. I saw the whole thing, you were nowhere near here and I’m just an innocent bystander. I would have no reason to lie.” You say with an innocent smile.

“Very interesting.” He thinks out loud. Shoto finishes his drink and places his glass on the table.

“You’re right. They aren’t worth my attention or effort, lucky for them. You, however, are.” He says with a smirk as he stands up. “Come with me. Let’s get out of here.” He holds his hand out to you in invitation. You smile up at him before taking his hand feeling a mixture of arousal and mild nervousness at his touch.

Shoto holds open the door for you allowing you entrance into his luxurious penthouse. He follows in after you and presses a button, soft light fills the room and you feel your eyes widen as you take in your surroundings.

The first thing you notice is the wall of glass that makes up the wall across from you. Huge glass panel windows look out onto a spectacular view of the city, twinkling lights stretching out before you. It was mesmerizing, you’d never seen the city look so beautiful. In front of the windows stood a white baby grand piano. I wonder if he plays, you think to yourself before looking to the right.

Black couches with a white marble coffee table in the middle sat atop a large plush gray rug. A sleek marble fireplace, white with soft medium gray veining, stretched to the tall ceiling and was situated in front of the couches against the same wall as the door you had entered through.

Shoto smiles to himself watching your expression as you look around. He presses another button and the fireplace ignites. “Have a seat. Would you like some champagne?” He asks as he heads towards the open kitchen, large center island clearly viewable.

“Ok. Thank you.” You say as you walk towards one of the couches. Another large glass panel window is on the wall ahead of you behind the dining set, the view of the city just as magnificent as the other. You decide to sit on the plush rug, body facing the dining area, fireplace to your right, so you can look out at the view.

“This place is incredible.” You tell him as he finishes his preparations and walks over to you with two glasses, an ice bucket with the bottle of champagne in it, and a bowl. He places the ice bucket and the bowl, that turns out to contain strawberries with the tops neatly cut off, onto the floor. He hands you a glass and sits on the floor to your left, facing you so he can gaze into your eyes. He pours you and then himself some champagne.

You look away from the city view and meet Shoto’s gaze. You smile.

“This view is amazing. I’ve never seen something so beautiful.” You say to him. “Neither have I.” he says with a sly grin as he looks at you intently. You feel your cheeks warm from the implication of his words and give him a shy smile in response.

Shoto settles into his position on the floor next to you as he takes a sip of his champagne. You feel his hip against your thigh as you smile at him and take a sip of the bubbly beverage yourself. Wow, he’s really close, you think as you feel your heartrate increase due to his proximity.

“Strawberries and champagne, hmm? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” You say with a smirk. “Oh I am.” He replies with a devious grin.

He reaches out with his hand brushing some hair out of your face before tucking it behind your ear, his face a few inches from yours as he stares at you with his bedroom eyes.

“Can you give me a strawberry please?” He asks you, voice dripping with honey. Transfixed by his gaze and the sweet tone of his voice, you just nod before grabbing one of the small red fruits. You hold it up for him to take. His smile becomes flirty and widens slightly as he leans forward. He takes the piece of fruit into his mouth, his soft lips encircling your fingers as he sucks the strawberry juice from your fingertips.

“Mmm, sweet.” He says. “Would you like to try it?”

You nod in response as you try to swallow the lump that has formed in your throat.

Shoto leans in towards you and you find yourself mirroring his motion. He gently takes hold of your chin and places a tender kiss against your lips. He places several slow lingering kisses to your lips before darting his tongue out. He licks at the seam of your lips requesting entrance into the wet cavern of your mouth. You part your lips and allow him access, placing one of your hands against his cheek as the other goes behind his neck and plays with the dual colored tresses found at his nape.

You taste the lingering sweetness of the strawberry as your tongues slowly and softly entwine, massaging one another in a sensuous dance. You begin to unbutton his shirt as you continue to kiss. He pulls your dress down exposing your breasts before tearing his shirt off.

Deepening the kiss, he places one hand on your hip and rubs tiny circles into it with his thumb as his other hand goes behind your back. He begins lowering you onto the plush rug beneath the two of you. You run your hands along the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. You trace them lightly with your fingernails causing a shiver to go up Shoto’s spine. He smiles into the passionate kiss as he begins tugging your dress down and over your hips. You raise yourself up a bit to help him with his task as you begin rubbing your hands over the firm muscles of his back.

He breaks the kiss so he can remove the last vestiges of your clothing leaving you bare before his hungry gaze. He leans back down and brings his mouth to your ear.

“Relax baby, I’ll make you feel good.” He whispers before running his tongue along the shell of your ear and nipping at your lobe. He kisses down your jaw and onto your neck where he sucks and bites, making sure to leave a dark mark on your skin staking his claim on you. You moan at the feeling of him attacking your neck, running your fingers through his soft hair.

He captures your lips in another sensuous kiss filled with intense passion, his hands traveling up and down your sides with a feathery touch. You feel your body getting hotter at Shoto’s kisses and touches, little mewls of pleasure escaping you as the heat rises. Shoto lets out a little chuckle having felt the warmth of your skin increase. He separates from your mouth leaving your breathless and panting softly.

“It seems as though I’m getting you all hot and bothered baby.” He says with a smug smirk. “How about I cool you down?”

You furrow your brow a bit at his words unsure of what he could mean. Before you can think too long on it, however, you feel something cold begin tracing your lips and you see that Shoto is running a piece of ice against them. Ah so that’s what he meant, he’s using his quirk, you think to yourself.

Shoto glides the piece of ice from your lips, along your jaw, down over your neck, and into the valley between your breasts. You let out a gasp as he moves it onto each of your breasts before using it against one nipple and then the other causing them to pebble in response. A low moan escapes you at the feeling of the ice against your nipples, the coldness causing them to harden almost painfully so. He continues to trail the ice down along your stomach and onto one hip, across the top of your pubic area, and onto the other hip. The ice causes you to squirm beneath him, your skin becoming more sensitive as he drags the ice down your inner thigh and then up the other. With the lightest of touches, he barely grazes your dripping slit and then brings it back up to tease your stiff nipples once more.

You continue to squirm at the cold sensation, eyes closed enjoying the feeling. The cold is then replaced with something warmer, Shoto’s mouth, which he uses to suck on one of your cold hard peaks. The new sensation of warmth takes you by surprise and sends a spike of pleasure to the core of your arousal. An elongated moan escapes your lips as you feel a burst of liquid begin to drip down your thighs. Shoto continues to suck on your tender nipple, increasing his force, his hand drifting down to your soaking pussy. He dips two fingers in between your folds and starts stroking you.

“You’re so wet for me baby, you must really be enjoying my touch.” He says with a smirk. “Now let’s see if you taste as good as you look.” Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he brings his fingers, now coated in your juices, to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Mmm.” He practically purrs as a sexy smile breaks out across his face, his gaze still fixed on you. “Even better.”

With a sultry look, Shoto begins kissing his way down your stomach and onto your inner thigh where he gives you a hard bite guaranteed to leave a bruise. A breathy moan escapes you at the sudden sting. “Why don’t you spread these sexy thighs for me baby?” He says with a devilish grin. You spread your thighs wider at his request and bring a hand to your mouth as you watch Shoto spread your lower lips before him. Looking like a predator after a successful hunt, he licks his lips before licking a strip from your dripping entrance up to your clit.

“Ah fuck.” You moan out at the feeling of his tongue as you turn your head to the side. “Look at me baby. I want you to watch me as I devour you.” He growls. You bring your gaze back to him and he locks his eyes with yours once again. Holding your thighs in place, he nudges your tight opening with his tongue slurping up your juices as he does. “Ohhhh, fuck Shoto.” You groan as you bite your bottom lip, making sure you continue to look at the man between your thighs who is looking up at you with a predatory gaze as he devours your pussy. You writhe in ecstasy as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, swallowing down the juices leaking from you, your orgasm approaching its peak.

“Hngh, fuck. That feels so good.” You say between moans and pants, your hand finding its way into his hair.

Shoto smiles at the expressions you’re making, your eyes still locked onto his. He feels your walls begin to flutter around his tongue as he continues to slurp up all you have to offer. Keeping you in place with his forearm he brings his hand up and begins rubbing tiny circles into your sensitive clit before activating his quirk and sending an icy jolt through you.

You pull Shoto’s hair as your orgasm crashes over you causing you to let out an almost inhuman shriek. “FUCCKK!” you scream as your inner walls convulse around Shoto’s tongue. He lets out a small groan at the pulling of his hair. As you ride the high of your orgasm, Shoto makes sure that not a drop of your release escapes him.

Your grip on his hair relaxes and you remove your hand as you come down, trying your best to catch your breath. With a smug smirk, he wipes his face with the back of his hand and then presses another steamy kiss to your lips, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue as he passionately kisses you before you break the kiss in need of oxygen, panting slightly.

“Did you like that baby?” He smirks and moves his mouth towards your ear. “You taste fucking delicious. Wouldn’t you agree?” He says before deftly removing his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock and causing it to slap against his well-toned abs. You admire the striking size of him both in length and girth. You subconsciously lick your lips, a little whine of anticipation escaping you.

Shoto chuckles at your response and positions himself between your legs. He grabs ahold of his cock and rubs the head against your still leaking slit covering it in your juices.

“Do you like my cock baby?” He asks as he slaps it against your pussy a couple of times. A low moan emerges from your throat at his actions, mouth hanging open a bit as you nod in response. Shoto smirks and leans down to your ear. “I’m going to stuff you full and claim your insides. You’re mine now.” He says, growling the last three words. He tenderly kisses your slightly parted lips before biting the bottom one and tugging at it.

He rises back up onto his knees, takes his cock and aligns it with your entrance. He begins to slowly push into you, a hiss of pleasure escaping his mouth as he feels your tight walls grip onto him. He eases in a bit more before snapping his hips forward and bottoming out inside of you in one sharp thrust. “Ohh fuck!” you squeal as you feel his cock press up tightly against your cervix, stuffing you full.

He hitches your leg up to his waist and pulls out of you, leaving just the head in, before slamming back into you harshly. “Uhh, fucck.” Shoto moans, your pussy clamping down on his cock, as he sets a bruising pace. Moans and groans of pleasure emit from the two of you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The fireplace casts a warm glow over the both of you as Shoto relentlessly pounds into you.

He leans down and kisses you roughly, your arms snaking around to his back, as you grab onto him digging your nails into his skin. He breaks from the kiss and rises up. He firmly grabs onto your hips, raising them so that he can thrust into you as deeply as possible. The new angle allowing the head of his cock to rub against the spongy spot inside of you.

“Ohh, ungh, Shoto, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out.

“Then do it! Cum around my fat cock! And always remember who it is that makes you feel this way!” He shouts.

Your orgasm hits you hard, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open as your pussy milks Shoto’s cock.

“Oh fuck!” He exclaims as his rough thrusts become more erratic. “I’m going to cum so deep inside of you that you’ll never get rid of my essence and everyone will know who you belong to!”

A few thrusts later and he comes undone, his thick hot seed pouring into you in spurts until you feel completely full deep inside. He collapses on top of you as you both catch your breath. You absentmindedly stroke his hair as he rests his head against your naked breasts, a satisfied hum emanating from his chest.

After a few minutes more, he removes his softening length from inside you and rolls over next to you on the floor. He puts an arm around you and pulls you to lay on his chest, lightly trailing his fingers up and down your arm as the two of you bask in the afterglow.

It had been a couple of months since your passionate night with Shoto Todoroki and you were beginning to wonder if you hadn’t just dreamed the entire thing up. What did I really expect to happen? You think to yourself as you turn on your TV.

Shoto was on the news again. He had been all over it in the time since your encounter, making moves left and right as he expanded his power and control over the city. Even now he still fascinates me, maybe even more than before. You think when you hear a knock at the door.

You get up and open it revealing the man at the forefront of your mind. “Shoto.” You breathe out. “What are you doing here?” You ask, standing to the side to allow him entrance into your apartment. You shut the door and face him.

“Simple. I’m here for you. You are my baby after all.” He states with a smirk. “I know you haven’t forgotten. Or is it that you just want me to remind you?” He says with a devilish grin. He reaches out and gently grips your chin before descending onto your lips. He gives you one of those slow lingering kisses that you so fondly remember, your knees going weak from his touch. He chuckles at your response.

“Maybe I’ll have to remind you more thoroughly once we get home.” He tells you. You furrow your brow in confusion. “Home?” You inquire. “Yes, I came to take you home where you belong.” He smiles and extends his hand in invitation to you just like he had on that fateful night. “And once we get there I’m going to remind you just who you belong to. You’re mine from now on.” He says. You smile up at him and without hesitation take his outstretched hand allowing him to lead you off to your new life.

#todoroki #bnha todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #mha #mha shouto todoroki

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winterknight1087 · 3 years

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The Trash Pizza Wasn’t Worth It

Summary: After accidentally traumatizing Patton in a failed prank for his twin, Remus ends up getting into a fight and ends up in the hospital.

Word Count: 2912

Warnings: sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit/Janus, fight mention, hospital, mention of medication, food mentions, injury mentions, tarantula, Remus has some intrusive thoughts, murder mentions due to those intrusive thoughts, cursing

Pairings: platonic sides, brotherly creativitwins

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@franthehorsegir I am so sorry this is a little bit late! 2020 ended the same way it went. But still, I hope you enjoy your @sanderssidesgiftxchange present! It was interesting coming up with ways to try and incorporate all your gift wishes and I hope I did it justice! Happy Holidays!

Pranks were a very common phenomenon around the house. The two main culprits were almost always the twins, each trying to one up the other’s last prank. Everyone has accidentally fallen victim to the twins’ pranks at least once a week. A bucket of soap water dumped on Virgil’s head. The Crofters being traded out for what Logan swears was bubblegum toothpaste flavored jello. Patton got hit with a full-on cake, though he got to eat the rest so it was mostly OK. One time, the twins teamed up on Janus and they have never felt more fear than watching Janus stare them in the eyes as he drank the coffee mixed with salt instead of sweetener, acting as if that were his normal drink. Safe to say the coffee was never a victim of the pranks again at least.

Occasionally, a twin would go too far though. Once Roman shaved off Remus’s mustache, while Remus was fast asleep on the couch. Remus was livid and refused to go anywhere until it grew back. Remus had once accidentally knocked Roman unconscious with his inflatable mace. The others were terrified that Roman was extremely hurt, but once he woke up, he was fine, thankfully. However, one prank mishap will live on as the ultimate disaster prank…

***

“You are going to sit here and wait for RoRo and then jump at him, okay?” Remus whispered to the giant tarantula, currently housed in an empty Crofters jar.

He set the creature down as he replaced the current jar with the prank one. He made sure that it didn’t look suspicious before setting up the rest of the prank. Remus carefully lined a tripwire directly behind where he expected Roman to be. He hid a camera behind the toaster to record the entire incident. The icing on top was a special sticky slime that Remus set up to dump on Roman once he tripped over the wire.

Remus hid in the pantry, waiting for Roman to come down for his afternoon snack. If it had been Roman, or any of the others, the prank would have been fine. Logan and Virgil would be momentarily surprised but wouldn’t do much more than look startled. Janus would have hunted Remus down and stole his fake deodorants as punishment. But no…

A high-pitched scream shot through the house as the sound of glass shattered on the ground. Remus was rushing out of his hiding spot in time to see Patton trip over the wire, onto the broken glass. His eyes were locked on the tarantula and when it moved barely a hair, Patton was screaming again as he scrambled backwards, not aware of the glass. When the slime fell, that was it for Patton. He let out another scream as he scrambled to his feet, frantically trying to get the ‘spiders’ off of him as he ran out of the kitchen.

Remus could hear rushing footsteps and Patton screaming about the ‘creepy crawly death dealers’ in the kitchen. The chaotic rat knew he was about to get into major trouble, so he started cleaning up the kitchen, particularly going after the tarantula first. Once it was in a box to give to Virgil later, Remus started sweeping up the broken glass, thoughts about how dead he was running through his head.

Honestly, the five minutes it took Janus to come down to scold Remus seemed longer than normal scolding intervals. But Janus appeared, caped PJs and bowler sleep hat revealing the snake had been taking a nap when awoken to screams. And one thing with Janus was that no one was allowed to interrupt his nap time unless it was a true emergency. Remus gulped seeing the furious man storm into the kitchen.

Let’s just say that Janus wasn’t his usual suave, collected self when he is rudely awoken by screams.

“I will give you exactly ten seconds to explain why you terrified Patton with a shower of spiders.”

“It was one tarantula and slime! It was a prank for Roman but apparently Pat went in without me seeing him!”

“You damn idiot. We all agreed that anything spider related would not happen in this house. Patton is petrified of spiders, even Vee’s spider curtains set him off. And yet, with all the power of your mere quarter of a brain cell, you decided that it was an OK risk to bring a spider into this house and not have a contingency plan to keep Patton away from it? Remus, I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t realize you were able to lower my standards even more than they already were. Even if it were to be Roman, how would this have turned out any better? Answer me that, Remus. How?”

Remus hung his head. “I don’t know.’

“Exactly. All of us put up with your random weird ass bullshit everyday because we’re your friends, but there has always been a line between an OK thing and a very not OK thing. Sending someone into a panic attack through their phobia? Extremely not OK. You useless trash rat, what were you even thinking!? Probably nothing as that useless brain of yours has only one thought a month.”

“Pardon me,” Logan’s voice cut Janus off, “but can the two of you move out of the way? Patton requires the first aid kit.”

The two immediately stepped aside, letting Logan access the medicine cabinet. This new information added fuel to Janus’ eyes, and Remus couldn’t help but remember the coffee salt incident and now really wanted his twin here to bear some of the fury. He knew the second that he had realized Patton fell into his prank that he had messed up, bad, but Janus was going to make sure that Remus could never hear the word spider without remembering his fury.

Logan left with the first aid kit, focused on how he was going to get Patton to sit still long enough to get the glass out of his hands and bandage them while the other was still panicking about spiders. Not that he would have really had any sympathy for Remus as he faced Janus’ wrath. They had all agreed that even Halloween decoration spiders were off limits. And Remus went and broke that agreement? His own fault for angry, sleepy Janus.

“Out.”

Remus blinked. “What?”

“Get out. I don’t want you in line of sight right now.”

Remus didn’t even bother grabbing anything as he quickly left the house. It was supposed to be a funny prank on his brother, not a traumatizing experience for one of his best friends. He even passed by his favorite store to terrorize, not in the mood to evade employees to set all the alarms to go off or add random items to people’s carts and wait for them to discover the item.

Go jump in front of oncoming traffic. It’ll save everyone the trouble of having to deal with you.

Remus had already started to step off the curb before violently shaking his head. What did Logan call those? “Intrusive thoughts. They aren’t me. They can’t be me. Those are just unconscious thoughts that come out of nowhere. They do not indicate who I really am.”

But they are your thoughts and you’ve thought of how to murder each of them so that they won’t laugh at you behind your back anymore. You are just a screw up that is a burden on everyone. Your brother had to convince his friends to let you move in with them, and it was probably out of pity or guilt than love.

“Not true.” Remus muttered to himself as he walked aimlessly. “Even for things I wouldn’t otherwise know about, all of them still invite me. They all willingly choose to be in the same room as me, even when I am being more extra than normal. They get upset when I do something stupid. That was something stupid, so they are right to be mad. Not what you’re telling me, you stupid brain.”

Remus didn’t notice his feet carry him to the dumpster behind the nearby Dennys. He was too busy trying to rationalize the thoughts running through his head and weed out Häagen-Dazs Distortions or whatever Logan called them along with his normal intrusive thoughts. Remus barely noticed climbing into the dumpster, but he settled down in the corner before curling up, filled with the rare instance of self-hatred.

He did eventually pull himself out of his thoughts long enough to text his brother’s old friend that he was in their dumpster again and not to panic if someone came to toss trash. It spoke multitudes to the amount of times Remus did this that the only response that he received was a single letter k.

What if you just poison Janus? Then you won’t have to suffer his wrath once you go home.

“Shut up, brain.”

Poison Janus and stuff Patton into a coffin!

“NO!”

Pretty sure if you sneak up on Virgil, you could get him to choke to death as well. Just need to figure out a way to get rid of Logan and Roman and you’ll be free.

“Stooooop” Remus covered his ears, as if that would block out

Janus said you were stupider than he thought, so why not show him how intelligent you can be by murdering all your friends and family and getting away with it?!?

Tears were filling Remus’ eyes as he desperately tried to clear his head. He accepted that these weren’t his thoughts, that they were just intrusive thoughts. He tried all the tricks he normally did that helped, but nothing was working. He even tried moving onto something else to distract him like eating left over pizza he found in the trash.

At least, until something opened the dumpster. In popped a beady-eyed creature in search of food. Remus growled at it, looking for a way to distract himself. Instead of being startled, the creature hissed back. The creature had spent the day running from human toddlers who wanted to do things the creature was uncertain of. It had spent the day dodging cars and animal control. It wasn’t about to let this weirdo stop it from enjoying tossed out hamburgers and pancakes. And if the weirdo was going to fight the creature, well, the creature wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

***

Logan tightened his hands around the steering wheel as he waited impatiently for the light to turn. Janus sat next to him in the front seat, fiddling with his phone, hoping that there wouldn’t be a second call with worse news. In the middle of the van sat Patton and Roman. They were trying to distract themselves by planning the fun activities they could do after everything settled down. In the very back of the van sat Virgil, who’s anxiety and nervous tappings of various limbs magnified the worry that was probably spilling from the van.

Janus wondered if he hadn’t been so mad at being woken up by a hurt and terrified Patton due to an accidental misfire of a prank, would they have gotten that call? What had happened anyway? If they were going to get any call about Remus, it should have been from the local grocery store, banning him for the third time this month (though they always welcomed him back in because he was amusing and took on rude and self-centered costumers so that employees didn’t have to).

“He’ll be alright.” Logan stated, cutting through the worry. “It is Remus we are talking about.”

“Save it, Specs.” Roman muttered. “Until we see how bad off he is, nothing you can say will make things better.”

“Did-did they say what happened, Janus?” Patton asked, softly.

“No, all the hospital said was that he was admitted with several injuries and that I was the first listed emergency contact in his phone.”

“Well, I suppose you would be as your name comes first alphabetically.” Logan mused.

“Of course Wine Mom would be all of our emergency contact.” Virgil commented sarcastically.

“Excuse you, but Logan is mine. I wouldn’t trust the rest of you misfits to actually do anything productive if anyone contacted you all.” Janus spat back, glad for the momentary distraction.

“Fair.”

“You got me there.”

“True, but why you gotta call us out like this?”

There was a small chuckle that passed through the van, but almost as if some invisible barrier ripped the sound from the van, the mood soured as they entered the hospital parking lot. It took Logan a few minutes to find a parking spot and that managed to ramp up the tension and apprehension among the group, terrified of what they would find.

“Pat, you sure you can face Remus right now? I think we’d all understand if you decided to just sit outside the door and wait to hear how he is.” Janus asked, softly.

“No, no, I get that it was an accident. We’ve all walked into one of the twins’ pranks by accident. Accidents happen and I also want to see that he’ll be OK.” Patton answered before admitting, “though, I will need everyone else to open the Crofters jar for at least a month in case there is another giant creepy crawly death dealer in one of them…”

So, with that, the group went into the hospital. Janus went and talked to a nurse who directed him to the room Remus was in. Upon hearing the room number, Janus instantly asked if he had asked to be placed there, which made the nurse laugh. So, with that, the group headed up to room 6969.

“POOPY!”

“Sounds like he’s alive at least.” Roman commented.

A nurse came out of the room, shaking her head. She looked over the group before peeking back into the room and telling the occupant that he had company. The group shared a worried look before filing into the room.

Remus sat in a hospital bed with scratches and gaze all over him. His arm was in a sling, his foot in a cast, and a couple sets of stitches were hidden behind gaze or the hospital gown he was wearing. Despite this, Remus was cackling and being his odd self, so the group let out a collective breath, relieved to see he was alright, for the most part.

“How are you feeling, Ree?” Roman asked, moving over to his twin.

“Mhhhh, like cotton candy sprayed with mist.”

“So, that’s what? Like a 3 on the Remus scale?” Virgil asked.

“I would guess a bit higher but also toned done by medication.” Logan answered. “He would not use a nice analogy like that unless he were sort of out of it.”

“What happened, Remus? Did someone try to mug you or something?” Janus asked.

“Yup, and the racoon won both the fight and my trash-pizza.”

The group froze, staring at the chaotic man before Patton finally asked. “You lost a fight to… a racoon?”

“Yuuuuuuuuup.”

“Remus,” Roman sighed. “You are such an idiot. Don’t do something like this again. You scared all of us to death.”

The hurt one instantly froze, his eyes shooting onto Patton, as he remembered the fact he really scared one of his friends. “Oh, shit. Patty, I’m so sorry for what happened earlier! It was an accident! I was trying to get RoRo BroBro, not you.”

Patton moved over and set a comforting hand on Remus’ unhurt arm. “It’s OK, I know it was. You don’t need to beat yourself up over it.”

“Remus, did you seriously lose a tooth to a racoon!?!”

***

The hospital released Remus a bit later, informing him (and more importantly Logan and Janus) about follow ups and care info. The group then dragged Remus to their van before picking up some (not trash) pizza and heading home. Patton tried to join in on pampering Remus, but their friends stopped him and basically forced the happy pappy Patton on the couch next to Remus, reminding him that he was also hurt and on the pampering list. So, instead Patton curled up and cuddled Remus while the other four went around prepping snacks, movies, games, and whatever else they could scrounge up to make sure the chaotic rat and pun-tastic father-figure were entertained.

Soon enough, Remus was surrounded by the group of people he considered his family (brother, what brother? Remus obviously doesn’t have a twin brother named Roman. That’s just his friend Wroammin). They weren’t going to let Remus live down the fact he lost a fight to a racoon, but how could he stop them making fun of it? It was hilarious and even more, they were checking on him every hour to make sure he was alright and comfortable, so they deserved a good laugh.

And if Remus’ brain tried to throw a couple intrusive thoughts at him, they didn’t stand a chance against the love surrounding Remus. Those weren’t his thoughts because his thoughts were focused on listening to Roman and Virgil argue about Disney meanings, cuddling Patton and waiting for Logan and Janus to return from the kitchen with drinks for everyone. How could disturbing thoughts harm him when he was feeling loved despite all of his failings?

“Remus, Thomas just texted me saying you were in their dumpster earlier. Did you really lose a fight with a racoon behind the Dennys?”

“Yuuuuuuuuuuuup.”

#Sage writes #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #food mention #injury mention #hospital #tarantula #murder mention #cursing #sandersidesgiftexchange #sandersidesgiftexchange2020 #franthehorsegirl

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doc-pickles · 4 years

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squeeze cheese, pandemics, & you

AKA the pandemic fic that literally everyone asked for

i still cannot believe that i actually wrote this BUT soooo many people asked me for a freaking pandemic fic that i wrote it. it’s crazy, a little messy, and the sass radiating from levi schmitt fuels my cold dead heart.

i’d like to personally thank @odd-birds-and-booksellers @kidneys4karev @choosingmywife and Nat AKA the “jolex mass grave” chat that bullied me into doing this. they’re also the heart and soul of ‘pandemic jo’ and really brought her and her mannerisms to life. cheers to you ladies, this fic is for you!!

and now... without further ado... the pandemic fic that i wrote most of at 10 pm while slightly tipsy (BONUS POINTS: it’s also another fix it fic bc i am traaaaash hehehe)

“Why do we have a nacho cheese dispenser?”

Jo looked up from her place on the couch, eyeing Levi as he stared at the new machinery in the kitchen. She turned her attention back to the soap opera on TV before answering him.

“Are you complaining?”

“No but-”

“Exactly.”

Settling back into the couch, Jo grabbed the bowl of apples that she had covered in nacho cheese earlier. She had developed a nasty online shopping habit since being in lockdown, but figured since she had sold off a good chunk of Alex’s belongings that she deserved to treat herself.

Worried sick that any exposure to the hospital or any of it’s doctors would harm her, Jo had been on a strict self-quarantine since March. Levi, having to choose between his job or place to live, was forced to reside with Jo full time. The past few weeks had been tough on both roommates, but their bond had been strong regardless of their arguments.

“I’m kind of concerned about your online shopping habit,” Levi sat on the other end of the couch from Jo, a plate of nachos in hand. “Between the nacho cheese machine and the ball pit, I have some questions about the vibe you’re trying to create here.”

“Hey I’ve never had a place to myself. I want to have fun! Let loose! Besides in a few months I’ll have to take care of someone else,” Jo patted her small baby bump affectionately. “I’m trying to be a cool mom and the ball pit was the first step.”

Ah yes, Jo’s unexpected pregnancy and the reason she was so paranoid about staying isolated. Three weeks after Alex had officially left, Jo had realized that he left her much more than just hospital shares and their loft. Four home tests later and a shoe thrown across the loft at Levi (“I’m just telling you Jo, false positives are really ra- OW!”) Jo had indeed confirmed her earlier suspicions.

“Well… for your sanity’s sake, I hope your online shopping doesn’t go completely off the rails,” a knock on the door interrupted Levi’s sentence, his eyes trailing to Jo accusingly. “If that’s another Amazon package, you’re going to have some explaining to do.” “Actually, it’s something even better,” Jo rolled her eyes, standing from the couch and grabbing what had been dropped on the doorstep. “It’s takeout! From the Italian place downtown with the really good spicy meatballs! It’s important that we support small businesses during these trying times.” “You sound like a walking capitalism ad,” Levi groaned, moving from the couch to the dining table and sitting across from Jo. “But if it keeps me well fed I can’t complain about that. Oh please tell me you’re not- yup that is squeeze cheese on the meatballs. That’s not right.”

+ “Hey have you seen- Ow! Why the hell did I just sit on knitting needles,” Levi held up the items in question as he stared down Jo. “Are you an 85 year old woman? When and why did you take up knitting?” “So I can make baby sweaters, duh,” Jo rolled her eyes and bit into her toast. “I’m not that great at it yet, but Helen has been teaching me over Skype. She’s an expert, she helped me make a baby hat but it’ll probably fit a baby doll before an actual human baby.”

“Okay wow, umm so many questions,” Levi pulled a chair over to where Jo was sitting, staring at her quizzically before jumping into his questions. “First, what is on your toast? Secondly, Helen as in your ex mother in law? And third, why are you sitting in the ball pit wearing a bucket hat and a bathing suit top?”

To his credit, Levi was asking sensible questions to Jo. She was indeed sitting in the ball pit she had bought online, eating a piece of toast with some questionable toppings and wearing an old pair of Alex’s boxers and a bikini top, a Seattle Seahawks bucket hat thrown carelessly on her head.

“The toast is nutella, swiss cheese, and strawberry jam, it’s like the trailer trash version of what you get at fondue places,” Jo took another bite as if to emphasize her point. “The bathing suit top is because my boobs are huge and won’t fit into my regular bras. Also my baby bump is growing larger by the day so I can’t fit into anything but sweatpants, but it’s way too hot in here for that. The bucket hat is because I was tired of staring at my unwashed hair in the mirror. And yes, Helen and I have become quite good friends and Skype every Tuesday while you go outside to call Helm for an hour and collect hospital gossip. She’s very excited she’s getting another grandchild and has begged me to come and visit once I bear the heir to the Karev name.”

“So you’re keeping your last name? And passing it onto the baby?”

Jo had spent many nights thinking long and hard about what to do with her last name. She had finally decided to change it but when she had found out she was pregnant, she knew that Alex’s side of the family would be the only real family her child would have. And after crying about it over Skype with her former mother in law, Helen had reassured Jo that she would be more than proud if she and her unborn child carried on the Karev name.

“Yes we’re both going to be Karev’s,” Jo sighed, hand coming down to her bare bump. “I don’t need to explain my decisions to you Levi.”

“Well I’m assuming that if you’re going to be staying a Karev that you’re going to tell Alex?”

Not wanting to answer Levi’s very direct question, Jo began to pelt him with the balls from the ball pit until he walked away towards the kitchen. Jo knew that she should pick up the phone and call Alex, that he had already missed so much of his other children growing up that he deserved to be there for everything for this one. But Jo was still angry and upset at Alex for leaving her alone. If he was still here, he’d probably be sitting in the ball pit with her, cracking jokes about her inability to knit.

But he wasn’t, Alex was halfway across the country and Jo couldn’t bring herself to pick up the phone and hear her husband's voice.

“For the last time Levi, I do not need anything from you! Stop asking me! And stop texting Meredith every two minutes!”

Jo walked from the couch to the bed, flopping down onto the surface as she let out a loud sigh. It had been eight weeks since she and Levi had been quarantined together, twelve since she had found out she was pregnant, and seventeen since she had actually fallen pregnant. The constant bouts of morning sickness and mood swings in close quarters with her pseudo friend/ roommate had not been easy, but Levi was being a trooper for his part.

“Come on Jo, Meredith just wants to make sure that you’re okay,” Levi pleaded, sinking down into the couch. “Don’t take her over compensating tendencies out on me.”

For her part, Jo understood where Levi was coming from. She knew that Meredith was over protective of her because of what had happened between her and Alex, but it didn’t mean that the situation bothered Jo any less. She was capable of taking care of herself and the life that was growing inside of her, pandemic be damned.

“Tell Meredith I’m fine and that I’m doing crossword puzzles and going to Zoom therapy sessions once a week,” Jo huffed, hands coming to rest over her eyes as she tried to understand why she had ever thought a one room loft was a good idea. “I don’t need you two hovering over me at all hours of the day.”

A loud banging sounded on the door of the loft, Jo and Levi exchanging looks before Levi scurried to the door to see who was there. The only visitors the two had had in the past few weeks were either Meredith or the grocery delivery guy, neither of which were allowed inside and neither of which pounded their door so loudly.

“Jo! Open the door, I know you’re home,” both Levi and Jo paused at the voice outside the door. Levi, who stood next to the front door, looked to Jo for guidance, but she had no direction to give. “Damn it Jo, open the door. I need to talk to you!” After a nod from Jo, Levi slid the door open, one hand coming up to stop Alex from storming into the loft. The sight of her ex husband for the first time in months made Jo’s stomach flip, her hand coming to cover her mouth so she didn’t scream in shock.

“Sorry, Jo doesn’t let anyone in the loft anymore,” Alex raised an eyebrow towards Levi, his expression angry and ready to challenge him. “Not even Meredith. There’s a pandemic happening, dude.”

Alex rolled his eyes, trailing them towards Jo who stood nervously in the kitchen now. If you knew her well enough, you could tell that her figure had changed in the past few weeks. Her breasts had filled out and her face was fuller because of the slight amount of weight she had put on. Alex couldn’t see from where he stood, but he assumed that her stomach had begun to curve outwards as well.

“Jo, I need to talk to you,” Alex wanted so badly to step closer to his ex wife, but he knew that Schmitt would try to stop him no matter what he did. “Mer called me, can we please talk?” Jo peaked around the corner of the kitchen, eyes taking in Alex’s nervous form. His stubble had grown out, his eyes seeming more tired than usual as they scanned over her body. A subconscious hand floated down to her stomach, Jo shielding her unborn baby from the fight that was about to ensue.

“You can do it from there, Alex,” Jo responded, eyebrows furrowing as she stared Alex down. “You can’t come in unless you’ve quarantined yourself for 14 days and you’ve been tested for COVID-19.”

“Leave it to you to be paranoid during a freaking pandemic,” Alex groaned, one hand coming up to run through his hair. He had driven straight through from Kansas to Washington, only stopping to pee on the side of the road every few hours. “Are you okay? You're…. feeling healthy and what not?” Schmitt, who had been quiet up until then, rolled his eyes in Alex’s direction. After spending every moment of the day with Jo, he knew that the question would piss her off to no end, regardless of who was asking it. He turned to her briefly, noting the pissed off expression on her face, then turned back to Alex.

“Jo is perfectly fine, she has been for the past few months without you,” Levi’s voice was firm and defiant to whatever Alex might counter him with. “And furthermore, I don't think either of us appreciate you showing up here unannounced. We are, may I remind you, in the middle of a pandemic.”

“I’m fine, Alex,” Jo took a step forward, coming further into Alex’s line of sight. Alex’s eyes trailed up and down her body, finally taking in the bump that had appeared on her normally flat stomach. “I do want to talk, I promise, but I can’t risk my health or… or our baby’s health right now. So come back in two weeks and I promise I will talk to you.”

The glare that Alex sends towards Schmitt sends the younger man reeling back, grasping for the door handle as he tries to shut Alex out of the loft. However, the older man’s voice rings through one last time before the door shuts completely. “I’m coming back for you, Jo,” Alex calls out, voice urgent and waiting for his lost love to hear him. “I’m coming back and you can’t stop me.”

Door firmly shut and locked, Levi turned to Jo, who seemed to be brimming with an odd mixture of anger and sadness. She ran her hands through her hair once, finally letting out a scream as she flopped back onto her bed.

“Well shit,” Jo groaned, hand slipping down the cradle her baby bump. “That’s just about the last thing I needed.”

“Did you order breakfast? Because this is delicious.”

Jo stepped out of the bathroom, eyes narrowing as she took in Levi and the huge bag of food in front of him. She hadn’t ordered anything, but since the bag was clearly labeled from her favorite diner, she could only assume where it had come from.

“Pretty sure you know who sent this,” Jo reached into the bag and grabbed a breakfast burrito, unwrapping it and slathering it in Easy Cheese and hot sauce. “I want to be mad about that, but I really can’t. This is the best thing I’ve eaten in awhile.”

“It’s been five days, has he said anything to you,” Levi asked, eyes cautiously floating to Jo. While they’d grown closer in quarantine, the one thing that Jo never wanted to talk about was Alex. Now that he was here though, Levi thought that maybe she would be more open about the subject.

“He’s texted a few times, assured me that he’s staying by himself and that he hasn’t even seen Meredith,” Jo shrugged, one hand coming down to touch her stomach. The once small bump had seemed to balloon in the past week, almost as if her unborn child was trying to show off for their father. “She’s mad at me now, saying that my paranoia is interfering with their friendship. But we haven’t really talked yet.”

To be fair, Alex had been texting Jo a lot since he had showed up at their door and confirmed with his own two eyes that she was pregnant. And if she wasn’t lying straight to Levi’s face currently, she would tell him that she had been texting Alex back. They had talked mostly about the baby, the rest of the world being a subject neither of them wanted to broach. Kansas hadn’t come up either, but Jo had a feeling that maybe everything wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows if Alex hadn’t hesitated in showing up at her door.

“I think it says a lot that he came back, you know,” Levi shrugged as he grabbed a tater tot from the bag and popped it into his mouth. “I mean he said he left for his kids but the first word he hears about you he drives all the way here. That’s a good man for you.” “Well he wouldn’t have had to drive all the way back if he didn’t go there in the first place,” Jo huffed angrily, dropping the rest of her burrito onto the table with a frustrated groan. “I’m going to take a shower.” “You just took one,” Levi countered, a confused look appearing on his face.

“Well unfortunately that’s the only place in this stupid loft that I can sit in silence,” Jo exclaimed, hands coming up in an angry gesture. “If you make it out of here alive it’ll be a miracle, Schmitt.” + “I swear if you don’t back up right now, I’m going to lose my mind!” “Okay but you’re-”

“I told you I’m fine Schmitt, back up!”

The raised voices alarmed Alex as he approached the loft, bringing his keys out to unlock the door instead of knocking. Relieved to find that Jo hadn’t changed the locks, Alex slid the door open and stepped into the loft unnoticed by the bickering roommates.

“I just think if you’re in pain you should go in,” Levi’s hands were held up defensively as he stood in front of Jo. “I’m no expert on pregnancy, but that can’t be a good sign.” “You’re in pain? What’s wrong?” Both Levi and Jo whipped around at the sound of Alex’s voice, the latter holding a hand firmly against her stomach. The glares that she was shooting in his direction didn’t go unnoticed by him, but he brushed it off as he was overwhelmed with worry for Jo. Alex noticed that even in the short time it had been since he had seen her last, Jo’s bump seemed to have grown.

“You shouldn’t be here. I’m fine,” Jo tried to sound convincing but her voice faltered as she winced. “Seriously I’m okay. Stop looking at me like I’m some shelter puppy that’s about to be put down. I can take care of myself, I’ve been doing it for awhile now. And you need to get out of here, you’ve only been quarantined for like a week.”

Despite her best efforts, Jo had exhausted herself scolding Alex and felt breathless almost immediately. Settling her free hand on the arm of the couch, Jo tried to be inconspicuous as she sat down, but both men next to her were watching her closely.

“Where does it hurt,” Alex asked as he sat next to Jo, unfazed by her outburst at him.

“I told you I’m fine!”

“She’s been breathless and clutching her lower right quadrant for about half an hour,” Schmitt offered up, Jo immediately tossing a throw pillow in his direction. “I’m trying to be helpful! You haven’t been in pain this whole entire time.”

“Go be helpful in the bathroom Schmitt! I don’t need both of you hovering around me and I know that he won’t leave,” Jo gestured to Alex vaguely as she took another deep breath, leaning over as she clutched her stomach again. “Go!”

Levi ran off, Jo letting out an aggravated sigh as soon as he left the room. A few tears sprinkled Jo’s cheeks as she rubbed her hand into her stomach.

“I’m fine I just… can’t catch my breath and my stomach has some localized pain,” Jo didn’t fight Alex off when he placed his palm gently next to hers, his larger hand almost covering her whole bump. “I’m okay, I swear I’m fine. The baby’s fine and it’s okay and nothing is wrong.”

As Jo rambled more, her tears began to fall harder, breaths coming in short gasps as she leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder. Doing his best to comfort and assess her at the same time, Alex rubbed his hand gently against her stomach. A few light kicks met his hand, tears threatening to fall as Alex felt his child move for the first time. Once he was satisfied that Jo had calmed down, he spoke up, sure his crooked grin was showing in full force.

“Well, you’re not dying,” Alex chuckled, his fingers moving lightly against Jo’s stomach as he explained what she was feeling. “Baby’s lodged up here, in your rib, and when they kick, they knock the air out of your lungs. I can feel their head down here, which means their legs are stretching out and kicking up towards your diaphragm. That’s why you feel so out of breath. If you’re lucky, I can try and coax them out of their tight spot.”

Jo barely nodded, eyes closed as she continued to lean against Alex and take deep breaths. He moved one hand up to where he felt the baby’s feet and gave a slight push, Jo groaning loudly as they shifted. Alex waited a moment, grinning when he felt a small kick against the lower left side of Jo’s stomach.

“Oh god,” Jo let a gasp out, eyes flying open as she laid her hand over Alex’s. “Oh, I can breathe again! I haven’t been able to breathe since 2 AM. Jesus that feels so much better.”

Alex took Jo in with a sense of awe, observing all of the changes he had missed about her. She had cut her hair short again, the locks just brushing her shoulders, and her cheeks had filled out more. The way she had eased into her pregnancy made him smile, knowing that she had always had a maternal instinct hidden underneath her hard exterior. Alex eyed the chain across Jo’s neck that held two silver rings, but said nothing about it.

“Easy trick, just remember that if they get themselves twisted around again. Your OB didn’t show you that,” Alex watched Jo turn her head towards his shoulder, burying her face and mumbling something incoherent. “I can't hear you when you’re hiding your face like that.”

“I haven’t been to my OB,” Jo muttered, eyes focusing on Alex’s hand that still sat under hers. “Not since I confirmed I was pregnant.”

“You’re a doctor, you know better than that,” Alex knew that Jo would never avoid something this important without a reason, so he didn’t go into a full on rant like he wanted to. “Why haven’t you gone in, Jo?”

“Because I can’t leave the house! I’m so scared that if I leave something will happen to the baby and,” Jo inhaled deeply, her free hand coming up to wipe at her eyes. “This baby is the only thing keeping me sane, it’s the last connection I have to you… and I just can’t risk that. I’ve already hurt too much this year, I don’t need more heartbreak. I’m a doctor, I’ll know if something is wrong and I can go in then. I’m fine here, I don’t need to leave.”

Alex stared at Jo for a long moment before pulling her fully into his embrace. He knew the way he had left her was cruel, but at the time his brain had been so turned around that he couldn’t see another option than breaking the heart of the woman he loved most.

“Izzie is remarried. She… her kids call him dad and he’s uh, he’s a good guy. She said that I can bring the kids here for a few weeks during the summer if I wanted to but I don’t belong in Kansas,” Alex pulled back and looked at Jo, tears streaking down her face and wide eyes staring up at him. “I’m sorry Jo, I know I screwed up and I should’ve just talked to you when I found out but I was so freaked out that I just… ran. But I wanna be here, with you and this baby and I wanna take care of you. It’s always been you, Jo.”

Jo sniffled, both hands running over her face quickly in an effort to dry some of her tears. She fixed Alex with a serious stare, eyes meeting his for the first time that day.

��You have a lot of making up to do. And you’re gonna have to be the one to kick Levi out,” Jo motioned towards the bathroom, where she could hear faint cheers echoing from. “And… if you promise to get me cheesecake afterwards, I will go to see my OB this week.”

“I told you,” Levi strutted out of the bathroom, a satisfied smirk on his face. “That’s a good man you have there.”

“Oh shut up!”

#jolex #alex karev #greys anatomy #jo wilson #jo karev #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #nina writes #jolex fic #grey’s anatomy fanfic

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delirious-and-slightly-murderous · 3 years

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For the WIP ask game: please tell us something about Procrastinating Painter and exasperated but horny manager?

Hi Anon!😊 So glad you asked about this one.

So this is, at its core, a character study.

A little tidbit of information about me: I am a master procrastinator. And not only when it comes to writing but in all aspects of my life too. I am lazy. If I can do it later, I will do it later. And I'll keep pushing it back as much as I can until I can't anymore. Thanks to this I've become a master at finishing projects with very little time and a deadline hanging like a sword of Damocles over my head. I work best under pressure. That's why I sometimes lose interest in my fics so easily. If I don't have a deadline it's very hard for me to get stuff done.

Soooooo, all this to say that one day, while I was despairing over my WIPs I started thinking about the different ways an artist or creator can deal with procrastination. And then, because every idea I get now mostly concerns or can be applied to Berlermo, I said to myself: But what if Andrés was a master procrastinator like me?

And BAM!

This thing was born. (Also I find it kinda ironic and hilarious that a character study in procrastination ended up as a WIP, don't you agree?).

So the basic idea is that Andrés is a moderately known and successful painter. He's not as successful as he could be because he's very particular and picky with his work and who he works for. So he only paints when he wants to and what he wants to. Which would be fine except that he is a procrastinator so his work is scarce.

Enter Martín, who is Andrés' best friend/agent and kinda friend with benefits. He is the one in charge of making sure Andrés gets stuff done even if the man in question does not want to. This means that Martín lives in a constant state of awe at Andrés' genius and talent, and also exasperation because of his laziness and inability to do what he's told. Also he is very much in love with Andrés and hates himself because of it.

So the fic in itself would cover the span of a month while Martín tries to get Andrés to work on an important commision for a famous gallery. From him we would see his struggle with perceived unrequited feelings for a man he feels he cannot fully come to understand. Andrés would procrastinate and we would see all his process and struggle with it. Until a couple days before the exhibition when Martín is about to kill Andrés, his genius strikes and he goes and produces a masterpiece (a masterpiece that may or may not be inspired by Martín).

So mostly it would focus on the art, the feels, the procrastination, and then the mad rush to get things done in time. (And I'd like to think I'd write it with a very oniric feel to it. Oh and also smut, so very like soulful and poetic smut. But well I don't think that's gonna happen.)

(Oh and also a happy ending where they end up confessing their feelings because I'm weak like that😁.)

So here have a snippet:

Martín started pacing and swore as he narrowly avoided walking into a bucket of bright red paint.

The room was positively tiny and he still couldn't understand why Andrés insisted on spending all his time in it like some kind of recluse. The monastery was big enough to accommodate docens of people at one time but Andrés was happy to cram himself in the tiniest, most uncomfortable room he could find.

He wondered how Andrés could live like that. The room was cramped, cluttered with books, canvases, sculptures and various bits of artistic trash. It looked like a museum's warehouse, if museums threw invaluable works in a warehouse without thought or care to what became of them. As he walked he deftly avoided discarded pieces of paper, empty paint tubes and old brushes. It was dirty, paint and dust covered every surface. The space not taken up by art supplies was used by a mattress on the ground shoved unceremoniously into a corner, a small coffee table and an enormous oak work table that seemed to be the centerpiece of the place.

Amongst all this chaos there stood Andrés, serene and unperturbed, unaware of his surroundings. With a brush on each hand and one clenched between his teeth. Before him a half painted canvas stretched like a vision of doom. The colors bleak and depressing. A mirage of untold horrors that sucked the life out of the area around it. The air seeming to grow heavier, dense and charged, stilted and dead.

Martín could feel it in his bones, the emotions Andrés put into his work always expanding and resonating within him, turning him into a vessel for what Andrés couldn't say.

He was choking on an invisible weight and fought against it to unfurl his tongue from the dry cavern of his mouth and produce a sound. He knew the other man wasn't happy and that his intervention would only make things worse. But he had to shatter the looming tension before it swallowed him whole.

"Why don't you find another place. Maybe an apartment closer to the city."

Andrés didn't stop in his work but his shoulders tensed imperceptibly and the fingers of his left hand started drumming against the brush he wasn't currently using. He shook his head softly, his motions fluid and liquid. A delicate movement of silk floating in water.

"I'm not moving in with you Martín."

Martín closed his eyes, the bright hot pang in his heart a familiar caress at this point. He was like an addict, his feelings for Andrés a raging force that ravages his body and leaves him empty and aching. And still he willingly comes back for more, each time climbing higher with the knowledge that when he hits the ground it'll be more violent than before, the pieces impossible to pick up.

"That's not what I'm asking, you know it's not."

Andrés dipped his brush in a mug near his hand, washing out the dark paint, flicking the brush and creating a splatter of black bottomless dots, giving birth to a galaxy in the space that separates them.

"Don't ask things for which you know you won't like the answer."

Andrés' strokes become forceful then, the brush colliding against the canvas in an uncontrolled manner. The anger and frustration behind the movement captures Martín. He feels like a chick standing at the precipice. He can jump and take flight, taste the freedom and exhilaration of the wind rushing through his wings. Closing his eyes and diving not knowing if he's ready to fly the possibility of the deadly agonising crash a dark shadow at his back.

He was saved from having to make the choice by Andrés humming lowly in his throat.

"I love you Martín, but I'm not going to give up my life for you."

That familiar caress is back and the little chick is safely back in it's nest. The precipice dissolving and the unforgivable ground surging up to meet him, ripping him away in a manner more painful than any death. He shrugs, hunching in on himself, knowing the matter is closed and forgotten.

"Pass me my coffee." He demands, plastering a fake plastic smile on his face. While Andrés chooses to ignore the burning heat of things left unsaid that slowly melt the plastic away. Leaving behind a partially uncovered picture of a grotesque truth.

"I'm painting." Came the absent minded reply, the willful ignorance of man with a staggering lucidity of all the consequences of his actions.

Martín got up stretching legs that felt numb, forced to carry the weight of an unfathomable burden. He slowly walked towards Andrés, his steps the slow and lifeless cadence of the condemned, prolonging the inevitable in their approach to the gallows.

He took his mug and took a long and deep sip of the liquid inside. He became aware of his mistake when Andrés turned to him with a steaming mug in his hand and a confused frown wrinkling his brow.

Martín immediately opened his mouth, the dark paint water running down his chin like vomit, maring his shirt and staining skin and teeth. In the sickly pale light of the naked bulb, with the shadows under his eyes and the lingering hurt in his being, it made him look like a corpse throwing up thick and rotten blood.

Andrés laughed, the sound had a hysterically joyful quality to it, a discordant note in the gloominess of the room. It immediately invaded them, running through every crevice, every nook and cranny, injecting light and giving back the life that had been sucked out by the oppressing darkness.

The room changed completely, becoming bright and warm without suffering any real physical changes. It was infectious, contaging Martín and changing him from the inside out without his notice.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable silence. And the next time Martín stopped for a visit the room felt warm and homely, cosy and welcoming. He also found that the mugs had marker scribbles on them. One read 'Martín' the other 'Paint Water'.

It put a small smile on his face.

Well Anon, it's really shitty right now and needs a lot of polishing and editing, but I hope you enjoy this and that it doesn't disappoint.☺

#berlermo #I actually like this one a lot too #It's mostly me projecting my feelings onto Andrés and Martín #my feelings and insecurities #but well #i hope one day I manage to do it #and that it comes out good #but I'm not great with character studies #so 🤷‍♀️#this might die a languid death in my docs #martin berrote #andres de fonollosa #la casa de papel #alternate universe #lcdp #procrastination #fanfic #ask game #ask

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floof-reppu · 4 years

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Anniversary (add banner later)

Hawks x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It was your one year anniversary with Keigo Takami, and what better way to spend it than on a date... and something more.

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This was my part of the trade that I did with the lovely cosmicamorosa on Twitter! I can’t believe I actually wrote this much, especially since I told myself that “2,000 is my minimum. Let’s try to stick with that.” I’m so glad I got the opportunity to do this because her art is so amazing and she deserved every word in this fic! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Your relationship had always been kept under wraps, at least for the most part.

The public had no idea about your relationship with the winged hero, Hawks, whom you knew and referred to as Keigo Takami. There were a few exceptions, including your immediate family as well as, more or less, every other pro in the country. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it to be public, it was just never a good time to bring it up.

Tonight was going to be different, though. The two of you had a date planned, something that was out of the ordinary in your relationship. Usually, Keigo would want to stay at home with you and have a take-out night, but it was your one-year anniversary. Even your feathered boyfriend knew that anniversaries were special, and should be treated as such. Instead of splurging on something… more expensive, he decided that going to his favorite eatery in the entire world would be the best option.

“Kentucky Fried Chicken? Really, babe?” You raised your eyebrows inquisitively as you looked up on the sign. Indeed, Keigo wanted to ‘fine dine’ on fried chicken together with the love of his life. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just… odd that when he told you that he would be taking you somewhere nice, that nice place just happened to be somewhere that you would order from at least once or twice a month, depending on how much free time the two of you had.

“Why sound so put off about it, love? We both love this place, so I thought that it would be nice to eat here on our anniversary as well!” He managed a thumbs up as he held the door open, letting you enter before going in himself. “This is the first time we’ve been out at a public place together like this… I don’t know whether saying ‘act natural’ would be the best choice of words.”

“I just hope we won’t get a bunch of stares. You are pretty recognizable, after all.”

“True. If you want to play it off as if we’re just friends, that’s fine. But if somebody walks up and asks… I’ll tell them the straight truth.”

Just as you wished wouldn’t have happened, the population of the restaurant looked at both Keigo and yourself, checking the two of you out and murmuring amongst themselves.

‘Isn’t that Hawks? Who is that with him?’

‘There’s no way that he’s got a girlfriend!’

‘Either that, or they haven’t gone public yet. I wouldn’t be surprised, though.’

That much was true; if Keigo decided that he wanted the two of you to go public, that meant you could be put in immediate danger, at least in your eyes. If anyone, even a small syndicate, wanted to lure him out, all they had to do was harm you.

Or worse, they could abduct you.

There was no time to think about depressing things like that, though. Keigo was already ordering a bucket of their chicken and two drinks (even though you always told him water). His eyes lit up as he smelled the air, filled with the fresh aroma of fried chicken. It was absolutely lovely to him, intoxicating even, while you could probably gag from the smell of grease. If there was a specific gift that you think Keigo would like to have one day, you would think that he would want a fried chicken scented candle. I wonder if they even make those?

“Hey love, can you find us a seat? I can stay up here and wait for the food, so you don’t have to stand here with me.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, pointing over to a few empty booths with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “I think there’s a few over there.”

“Yes, I can clearly see that.” You giggled, shaking your head and gently shrugging out of his grip so that you could walk over to one of the clean booths and reserve a spot. You also made sure to take the drinks with you, since your feathered boyfriend was going to have his hands full with the chicken. A few people turned and looked at you with a wide-eyed expression, not expecting for someone such as Hawks to be so close to you.

Was it that odd for a pro to be seen out in public with another person?

What was a few minutes to everyone else felt like hours to you, as the gossiping continued. It didn't make you completely uncomfortable, per se, but you were glad to finally see him coming over. Keigo nearly drooled into the bucket as he carried it over to the table, eyes glued to the lid as he ran into other people.

If it wasn't for said lid, he would have probably devoured the delectable delicacies without you.

"Sorry about that! Had to watch them make it fresh, but boy was it worth the wait!" He pulled the lid off the chicken and licked his lips. "You look like you've just seen a ghost. What's up?"

"Kei, have you looked around us?" You grabbed a few napkins and grabbed a piece of chicken, biting into it. The flavor was amazing, but accidentally biting into the bone wasn't. "Almost the entire restaurant has been staring in this general direction the entire time you were up there."

"Oh. Well, maybe this will help them to remember?"

Leaning forward with a trademark grin tugging on the corners of his lips, he captured your lips in a chaste kiss, causing the people around you to gasp and take out their phones in awe (if they weren't already).

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. We just wanted to eat together, so if you can… we would appreciate it if you left us alone. At least until we're done eating." Keigo's voice boomed throughout the vicinity, causing others to look away and go back to their own business, although reluctantly. You were just glad that you weren't being observed much now, being able to focus most of your attention across the table to your boyfriend. He stroked his chin as he too picked up chicken, devouring the first piece in no time flat. "So, how was your day?"

"It was really good, actually!"

"How so?"

"Because today is our anniversary, and that's all I could think about. Nothing could ruin it, not even the onlookers. This is our day, of course." You held out your hand on the table, palm facing upwards. "Even though you had to work earlier."

"Sorry, dove. If I could have got today off to spend with you, I would've." His hand snaked on top of yours, calloused palm rubbing against your own. Leaning against the back of the booth, he chuckled. "But look at the bright side, you get me for the rest of the night!"

"I know! I'm really excited to spend tonight with you, especially since you've been busy lately."

Keigo’s expression turned grim. Did I say something wrong?

"What can I say, being a hero doesn't allot much free time, especially when you’re a high rank like I am.”

The table went silent, and you didn’t really know what to say to alleviate the awkwardness. You both watched each other eat, eyes looking away only to check the time once. It wasn’t terribly late, but the sun was starting to set in the distance. Even though there were lights to brighten up the streets, there was always a pit in your stomach when you went out during the night. Keigo could only do so much to alleviate your nerves.

“Maybe we should get going, Kei.” You stood up, brushing any lingering crumbs off your pants. “If we stay too long, it might be harder to get back to the apartment.”

“Fair point.” Keigo grabbed a few napkins and cleaned around his mouth, making sure that he didn’t look like a completely messy person. Rolling his shoulders back after sitting for so long, you could hear a subtle crack from the tension gathered in his shoulder blades. “I’m sure we’ll be on the news tomorrow.”

“I don’t doubt it. But I guess I don’t mind, either.”

The bucket previously filled with fried chicken was left with nothing but bones, darkened grease stains collected at the bottom from the mess. You didn’t even have to ask for him to throw it away; he was already on his way to trash it as soon as you made the observation. His head gestured towards the exit, acting as if you had forgotten that you were leaving in the first place. As you walked towards him, you couldn’t deny the looks that you were yet again getting. Were they judging you? You didn’t have the slightest clue.

All you wanted to go was get back to the apartment and spend time with Keigo.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open before your feathered boyfriend could even think about it and walked straight outside. “Finally, it doesn’t feel like I’m getting stalked…”

“Babe, you weren’t getting stalked.” Keigo took your hand in his and squeezed it for reassurance. “If I saw anyone who was, though, I wouldn’t hesitate involving myself.”

You smiled, leaning into him slightly. His protective side always seemed to take over whenever you were uncomfortable, and you were thankful that he cared that much about you.

“Thank you, Kei. Really. You don’t have to do so much for me, though, since I know if you involved yourself that you could lose your job.”

“Damn, you always hit it right on the nail. You just want me to stay out of trouble, don’tcha?” He leaned down to kiss you on the cheek, his stubble rubbing against your face. The way it touched your face tickled, causing you to laugh slightly. Keigo noticed this and did it again just to get a reaction. “You like that, love?"

Humming in both acknowledgement and satisfaction, you pulled your head away. "I like it, but you're making it harder to stay on the side of the road away from traffic, as well as making it take longer to get back to the apartment.”

“It doesn’t take that long to get home, relax! I wouldn’t let you get hit by a car anyways.”

It wasn’t long before the two of you had made it to your shared apartment. It was odd, since Keigo usually insisted on flying the two of you over there so that you wouldn’t have to walk, but he more than likely knew that you wanted to take the time to get there. The air outside was crisp, and you wanted to take every second that you could to breathe it all in. That was one thing that you could appreciate together, since your winged partner usually flew in the not-so-clean areas of the city to get from place to place.

Taking out your key, you unlocked the door. The place somewhat reeked of the stench of alcohol, given that he liked to drink every once in a while to cool off for the day. You never really partook in it, given that it wasn’t in your best interest to do so, but you respected his choice and let him do what he wanted. Your sneakers were left at the genkan as you slid on a pair of slippers, walking down the hallway to your bedroom to change for the evening. Keigo and you never discussed exactly what you were going to be doing that evening, so you were a bit clueless. Maybe the two of you were going to sit down and watch a movie together?

Whatever the case was, you just wanted to get out of your everyday clothes and into a nice set of pajamas. You were more than likely going to take a shower in the morning, since you wanted to spend every free moment you had with Keigo. Before you knew it, a hand that didn’t belong to you was creeping up your waist as you slid your shirt off.

“Hey, baby. I know you said you wanted to spend some quality time together tonight, so I thought that maybe we could spend it in the bedroom?” Keigo’s usually chipper tone sounded husky in your ear, his head resting on your bare shoulder as his hand continued to move upwards and cup your covered breast. “How does that sound, my little dove?”

You tried so hard not to unravel, but the way he spoke to you, the way his growing hardness was pressing against the small of your back… there wasn’t anything else in the world you wanted other than him. Eyes clouded over with lust, you nodded, swallowing any form of knot you had in your throat.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

His lips were on your bare skin in a mere second, biting on the flesh and sucking hard enough to cause hickeys. Keigo wasn’t even at your most erogenous zones, yet he was already causing you to moan from mere contact. He just had that kind of effect on you. A pooling heat gathered at your core, and you were desperate to have him.

Your lower body was still fully clothed, being caught off surprise by the assault on your upper than you had no time to slip them off. You tried moving your hand down to take them off, but your lover’s free hand caught you. His head lifted off of your body and moved back to its regular position.

“Let me do that, love. You get on the bed.”

Obeying like a servant did for their master, you walked backwards onto your bed and laid there, waiting for Keigo to make his move. He didn’t disappoint, as he followed your lead, hovering over your form. His hands made quick work of first removing your bra, letting your breasts free of their prison as he threw the garment to the side of the room without a second thought. You felt naked and exposed, but that was something that you were used to when it came to intimate encounters with your boyfriend.

The only thing separating you from him was your underwear and pants, which were next on his agenda. He wanted to make sure that you were getting ready to take him in, and since you seemed to be eagerly awaiting more physical contact, he lowered his head and ran his tongue around your nipple. Simultaneously, he was removing your lower clothing and slowly exposing your sex to the open air, but all you could focus on was him. You already felt like you were going to burst from just this alone, but you knew that wouldn’t be fair to him.

His mouth left soon after you were completely stripped naked, licking his lips and grinning like a maniac.

“If you want me so bad, come here and suck me.” Keigo took hold of his zipper and teasingly tugged down on it, letting go when he was done and pulling his pants off. His boxers clearly outlined the shape of his erection, which was throbbing in anticipation for what was to come. Sitting up and moving forward, your hands moved to his waistband and pulled them down, his member springing up into close proximity to your face. His hands were placed on either side of your face as he looked down at you. “Go on, then.”

Obeying, you opened your mouth and wrapped it around his member, swirling your tongue around a few times to taste the already eminent precum dripping out. You could tell he wanted to push your head in to take him in fully, but you wanted to slowly, teasingly edge your way to that point. He let out a small groan, something that meant you were doing your job correctly. Having decided that enough was enough, you started to slowly ease his cock into your mouth.

You felt his hips buck towards your mouth, forcing the rest of him down your throat and nearly causing you to choke. He wasn't doing this to make you uncomfortable. He just wants you that bad. A rhythm soon came as you began to bob your head up and down, using your tongue as well to help stimulate Keigo.

"Oh, fuck…" There was no hiding his groans, as even the neighbors were more than likely able to hear because of his loud and dramatic temperament.

How much was enough, though?, you thought. It seemed as though this could go on forever, and yet there was a part of you that wasn't being attended to… and it made you stop, removing yourself with a loud pop. Even though Keigo’s hands were on the side of your head, he didn’t try to force you to swallow him again.

"Something… wrong?” He said through grit teeth, trying his best to stay calm in this situation. “You stopped.”

“Just… just put it inside of me already.” Laying back on the bed yet again, you spread your legs open for him and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to make up his mind. Keigo stroked himself as he approached you, lips meeting yours for a tender yet hungry kiss. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but wanted you to be able to tell him that you were ready to take him yourself.

“I don’t know. You sure you’re not just all talk and no show?” He positioned himself in front of your entrance and whispered in your ear, “Are you ready, my little dove?”

“Yes. Don’t hold back. Please fuck me…”

That’s all it took for him to push all the way inside of you in one swift motion. A moan escaped from your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he started to thrust into you at a relatively fast pace, the slap of skin and moans the only thing that could be heard throughout the room. There was not going to be any stopping or slowing down soon as he plowed into you almost animalistically.

“Fucking hell, babe…" Keigo groaned, his pace staying the same but his thrusts became more pronounced.

"You're… so good at this, Kei…"

"Really? Heh… couldn't tell if I was or not."

You could feel the knot growing yet again in your core, your release coming soon. There was no way to tell at this moment if Keigo was in the same position that you were, but you hoped that he would say or give a signal that he was ready. Hands went back to your breasts, teasing your nipples and pinching them, causing you to both moan and scream in pleasure.

"Feel good?" He said, face scrunching up. " 'cause I know that I do. You… about ready for me?"

"Y-Yes, oh God, yes-"

You weren't able to contain yourself anymore as you felt your back arch off the bed, waves of pleasure filling your entire body. At the same exact time, you could feel Keigo's throbbing member release loads inside of you, mixing together with your juices as he was sheathed all the way inside of your walls. The synchrony that connected the two of you was amazing, and caused the two of you bliss beyond your wildest imagination.

"Damn…" Keigo pulled out of you, breathing heavily as he watched his semen flow out of your entrance, but also spreading your fold apart in order to see the full show. "You got me all riled up, love."

"I think you brought it on yourself, Kei…" You took a deep breath and looked down at him, curious expression on his face. "Can you at least clean up your mess?"

"You mean our mess?"

"Fine, our mess, just... please, before it gets all over the bed."

He got up, going over to the other side of the room to grab a box of tissues quickly and started to wipe away the residual cum; thankfully, none of it had dripped onto the sheets. Keigo was always attentive to you, and tonight he wanted to make extra sure that you were taken care of.

"So, what do you want to do now? The rest of the evening awaits us." He chuckled, throwing the tarnished tissues away and flopping onto the bed beside you. "Movie? More food? Round two?"

"I think I want to just... sleep here with you. I'm too tired to move."

"There's nothing I'd rather do more."

Your feathered boyfriend snuggled up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he buried his face into your neck. The events of tonight all started to weigh down on you as you tried your hardest to stay awake, just for his sake. But it was no use, as you felt your eyes betray you and close on their own. The last words you heard whispered in your ear was a goodnight from Keigo.

"Good night and sweet dreams, my little dove."

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