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kedreeva · 1 year

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Oh pls more tender moments between max and Eddie? + Lucas by extension

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

Eddie holds the acoustic Wayne brings him like something precious, his fingers running over the word dragons. He's had enough of monsters - including dragons - for a lifetime, or he thinks so while his wounds still stink and seep, while thread and hope still hold him tentatively together.

He's not supposed to be out of his hospital bed, and he can barely stroke the string with his shaking hands and stitches all up and down his arms, but he peels himself out of his bed and struggles into a chair across the room, beside Max's bed. She still hasn't woken. They're saying she might not, but they'd also said he might not pull through, and he is still fighting tooth and nail to keep proving them wrong. He hasn't known Max long, but he knows she is a fighter.

He contorts himself into the least uncomfortable position where he can still hold his guitar, and he plucks at the strings with his thumb just so it's not silent in the room. It hurts to talk, still-the bats had taken chunks from his throat. They'd taken chunks out of everything, it seemed like. But music had saved her before. He can't let her lie here in silence.

"C'mon, Red," he rasps, temple against the rail of her bed. "Your turn to wake up."

The first few notes of her song slip from his fingertips, shaky and almost muffled in their quality. They won't bring her back, he knows. They'd told him she had her headset on for days afterward, Lucas diligently changing the batteries. They'd left it playing on repeat for her until they'd gone back to make sure Vecna stayed dead, until El closed the gate that had opened in the center of town.

Even then, Max hadn't woken.

Bits and pieces of songs arduously find their way out of him as he works to stave off the stillness of the early morning. He plays until his hands and his arms and his sides ache, until tears wet his eyes and break apart upon the stitching along his jaw and the lump in his throat hurts worse than talking.

"C'mon, kid," he mumbles.

And it hurts, it hurts a lot, and he's not sure why it matters so much to him if she wakes up, he barely knew this kid, except that it's unfair if he wakes up and she doesn't, it's unfair if the bravest kid he's ever met is the only one they lose. And he knows the world is unfair, but he knows part of it is good still, part of it had been worth turning around for, part of it had been worth going back out to fight for, worth coming home for.

He knows he isn't supposed to have recovered, and he knows he won't unless she opens her eyes.

If I only could make a deal with god, he thinks, eyes closed.

There's footsteps at the door, ones that hesitate at the doorway, and then Eddie listens to someone shuffle in and settle in the chair on the other side of Max's bed. Eddie's pretty sure it's Lucas - it's usually Lucas at this hour, before school - and when the other begins to talk, he's right.

"Have you been sitting there all night?"

"I don't know," Eddie mumbles miserably, prying his eyes open and straightening a little. His sides complain, and there's blood drying down his left arm from where he's popped stitches. Again.

Lucas sits up to get a better look at him, and frowns. "You're bleeding, Eddie. I'm gonna go get a nurse."

"It's fine," Eddie says, cringing even as he says it. He doesn't sound fine, but he doesn't want more stitching done. Not sure he can take it.

Not that it matters, Lucas has already left the room, and a few minutes later someone comes to herd Eddie back to his own bed. He sits on the edge while she fixes him up and tapes a bandage over the fresh stitching and refuses to leave until he's lying down. She confiscates the guitar and that's fair enough- he needs to rest before he can think about playing it again.

"She's going to wake up," Lucas says, when the noise lulls and they're alone again.

Eddie stares at the ceiling. White, blank. "Yeah." He closes his eyes. Lucas has got her, for a little while. "Hey, Sinclair? Do you think... you could get me a copy of that song she likes?" He wants to learn to play it. He wants them to learn to sing it for her. He doesn't know what the hell else to do.

"Yeah, man," Lucas says quietly. "I got you. Get some sleep."

And finally, Eddie does.

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Lucas Sinclair #Max Mayfield #stranger things fic #i have so much love for them ok #they're all I want to write about XD #like yeah steddie is great #but have you tried Eddie and Max become siblings?#asks #askbox prompts #my writing

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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hi hi!

for the song fics, i'm thinking of the song 'don't dream it's over' by crowded house, specifically the lyric 'there is freedom within, there is freedom without' in relation to leaving high school and the facade one builds during those years.

thinking of relating to a conversation steve has with reader (who is his partner) (who is still in high school, their final year) and steve is reassuring them that there is so much more to life outside of high school and that they don't need to worry so much about the future because he's gonna be there, by their side 🥺😫

just fluffy and cute and sweet omg, maybe with a little forehead kiss 😭

s. harrington || don't dream it's over

A/N: omg this was so cute :'D hope u like it!

Here you were, barely even two weeks in until your graduation, then summer, then college, and you were already a ball of nerves. Everything seemed to happen so fast, where had all the time gone?

Memories of elementary and middle school passed through your mind in a blur, settling on your days throughout high school.

You remembered how you spent all night choosing the right outfit in order to make a good impression, something that said 'I'm mature now since I'm in high school, but I'm still really cool'. You recall the initial nervousness you felt deep within the pit of your stomach as you first walked through the hallways, all skittish and worried about how your hair looked or if people were going to like you.

Nostalgia hits you like a speeding truck as you recount the nights you spent over at your friends' houses, giggling as you played truth or dare and gossiped about your crushes. Back then you used to wonder if you'd even be lucky enough to have a boyfriend.

Now all you wanted to do was travel back in time and slap yourself silly for ever being so caught up in yourself that you'd even doubt your own self worth based on if a boy (of all people) would like you.

'Don't date that one dude from your science class, give a mediocre dude special attention and suddenly he'll think he's a hotshot' is what you'd advise your past self, to save you from all that humiliation and heartbreak.

You'd have to tell your past self to do, however, actually give this one popular guy a chance instead of making it hard for him to ask you out because you thought he was an asshole, he would turn out to be one of the best people you could ever meet, and well,

love.

"Okay, I'm gonna be fully honest with you and just come out and tell you that I have no idea what any of this means." Steve says, defeat in his tone as he looked over the notes you had lent to him.

You roll your eyes at him, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"C'mon, Harrington, thought you wanted to make it through life with a High School diploma at the very least." You snickered.

"Ha ha," Steve responds sarcastically before leaning in to give you a peck on the lips. "Maybe my mind isn't processing anything because my study buddy's so distractingly cute."

You scoff, poking him on the cheek. "Not my fault you got with me for my looks."

"And your personality, your heart, your passions, and your amazing little brain!" He adds, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.

You attempt to give him a stern look despite the butterflies that were currently attacking your stomach.

"Okay, okay, in all seriousness, Steve, we need to get back to reviewing if we want even a shot at passing the final."

Steve only responded with a grown as he slumped on your desk. "Maybe it won't be too bad of me to hang back for bit, High School wasn't that bad."

You smack him lightly on the head with your notebook, to which he responds to with an overdramatic 'ow'.

"Don't joke around with me like that, Harrington. You promised me we'd be attending college together."

Steve buries his face in his hands. "Or I could just.. not go through school all over again." He mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

You let out a breath of frustration and cocked your head at him, running your tongue along your teeth. Was he being serious, or was this just his senioritis kicking in? You bumped his shoulder with yours.

"Okay, how about we take a 15 minute break, hmm? That sound good to you?"

Steve's head jolted up, a grin on his lips as he faced you.

"Wanna go for a drive?"

...

As you and Steve drove through the town of Hawkins, Indiana, you couldn't help but be struck with a certain sense of sentimentality as your mind goes through all your memories in the small town you grew up in.

While you passed by the park, you remembered how you used to climb the monkey bars and run circles around all the kids who tried to catch you as you played tag. Driving by a street downtown you happened to pass by the diner you and Steve had your first date at, recounting the flutter of your heart as he greeted you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand; he didn't have the time to go buy an actual bouquet, so he made do by picking flowers from his mother's own garden, which resulted in him being scolded, but he didn't care, to him, it was worth it as he saw the smile on your face.

As your mind wanders, you can't help but feel a heaviness in your heart. Reminiscing about this town, how despite all its complications and faults, was still your home, your safety net. It was as if your life had just passed you in one stressful, surreal blur. Now you were set to graduate, to leave home and be suddenly thrusted into the world of adulthood. It was time for you to say goodbye to childhood, to immature teenage impulses and the child-like wonder in how you used to view the world.

You blink as you feel your eyes prick with tears. Before they could fall, you swiftly wipe them away.

Steve glances in your direction, immediately knowing something was wrong.

"Hey hey hey, you okay, babe?" He says, reaching out to hold your hand.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you rubbed your eyes. "It's silly."

"Nothing's silly if it's making my (y/n) cry." He assures, voice filled with concern as he pulls up by the park you two happened to share your first kiss at.

As you catch sight of the benches and tree lined pathways, all the tears you had been holding suddenly start to fall.

Steve is quick to wrap an arm around you, brushing your hair out of your face as he rubbed your back soothingly, whispering comforting words into your ears.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

"You ready to talk now, love?" Steve asks, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"It's just," you start, taking in another breath before letting out a sigh. "I just feel like everything's going by so quickly, I mean, last time I checked we were just dumb teens doing whatever the hell we wanted just for the fun of it but, but now we're graduating, Steve." You lock your eyes with his.

"And, I don't know, it's like, poof! We're adults now, here are all your responsibilities, say bye bye to your childhood now!" You gesture animatedly as you let your words ooze with sarcasm.

Steve chuckled lightly at your words. "Well, that's the way the world works, honey, we're kids, we do stupid things and we learn our lessons, then boom, we're adults. I understand that it's a little scary, but I know that you," He cups both your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them together gently, causing your lips to pout like fish, to which you furrowed your brows at. "Are the most capable person I know, and you've got whatever it is life wants to throw at you." He gives your cheeks one last squeeze before kissing your cheek.

"I guess, but I can't help but think about how much I'm going to miss this place." You say, voice barely above a whisper. "We've spent our entire lives here, this place is our comfort zone, now we're just expected to leave it just like that?"

"I get what you mean," He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "But y'know what they say, you gotta get out of your comfort zone every once in a while."

You roll your eyes playfully, scoffing at his 'sage advice' that you swore you saw on a bulletin board in your middle school classroom. "Thanks for the advice."

He snickers, running a hand through his hair before holding his hands up. "No but seriously, the world is so much bigger than you think, and I get that Hawkins means a lot to you, it's your home, but as they say: home is where the heart is. Home can be a place or a person, so long as you feel safe and loved--that, that right there is home."

You look at him with nothing but absolute, unconditional love in your eyes, intertwining your hands with his. He gives your hand a little squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

"Everything's going to be okay, okay?" He says in between kisses as he kisses up your arm like they did in cartoons.

You giggle when he reaches your shoulders, then your neck.

"Okay."

"You've got nothing to worry about," He kisses you on your right cheek. "Especially when you know you've always got me beside you." He kisses you on your left.

"Forever and ever, babe," He kisses your forehead. "And a little more after that."

He tilts your chin towards him with his thumb and forefinger before kissing you on your lips, and you can't help but smile into the kiss, fully reassured.

Because through thick and thin, through demogorgons and demonic dust clouds, through college life and adulthood, you had your Steve, and he had you.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things

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besidesitstoowarm · 1 year

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"Boom Town" thoughts

so remember how i said in the last post that it's easier to talk about middling episodes than great ones. well i have a lot to say about this one

this is actually one of my favorite stories of the season (i originally had it in second place, i think it's probably third now). i'm enchanted by it, i think there's so much potential and so many great lines

i didn't really notice before but i assume her name is margaret blaine has a reference to both thatcher and tony blair, both of whom are scum. is blair the one who fucked the pig? i don't think so but there's no proof he didn't, so

i have to say that i think the running explanation of "no one notices the tardis bc humans are fundamentally incurious" really doesn't check out for me. i mean, the whole point of "long game" was that it was UNUSUAL for those people to not ask any questions or care about what was going on! canonically, human beings spread out across millions of worlds (fuckin and suckin along the way), being too curious is actually one of the catalysts for the human companions getting into trouble. other explanations like "millions of people saw a spaceship land in london and have now all decided it was a hoax" track for me (i mean, look at covid), but "incurious" is just not a problem people in general have, not in the whoniverse

honestly the dinner scene between the doctor and margaret is one of my favorite scenes of the entire season. we've gotten the doctor as lonely outcast, forgotten child, reluctant survivor, proud coward. now we get the doctor as murderer, executioner. i mean, that's what he did to gallifrey, right? no matter the reason, he killed all those people. he kills people, or lets them die, or can't save them. it's a huge running theme throughout the davies era, and we see ten overcorrect and try too hard to be the hero and martyr before he finally snaps and accepts being "the time lord victorious"

"i bet you're always the first to leave....at last you have consequences" yes! force him to watch what he's doing! "day of the doctor" has the climax revolve around that exact idea, watching gallifrey fall, counting all those dead children. he's the rebel, the runner, on to the next adventure, don't stick around to clean up and rebuild. a lot of his companions eventually decide to do just that, stick around to clean up and rebuild, settle down. can he look her in the eye and sentence her to death? can he dine with her before he sends her to the gallows? "you're pleading for mercy out of a dead woman's lips"

i think the ending is a copout tbh. oh she was playing him, she didn't really change or even want to. no! make him decide! make him face that choice! make it ambiguous even, bc it already was– she didn't kill the pregnant, engaged reporter, she let her go. that was true. she remembered how it felt to have a family that loved her– abused her– protected her. i like the "starting over" bit with the egg, let nurture have a chance to change nature, but c'mon man, let us sit with the weight of the Points she made

this was such a good mickey episode, speaking of points made. noel clarke crushed it when he broke down with "at least i know where she is" bc yes! jackie is her mother, she would wait for rose forever, but what is mickey supposed to do? she's gone for months at a time, she's always at risk for death and danger, she's clearly formed an incredibly intimate (if not explicitly romantic) relationship with the doctor, who is and does things mickey never could, and that's not even to mention jack (who was much more tolerable and fun this time around). rose's bubbly conversation dying when mickey mentions he has a new girlfriend, him clearly still in love with rose but feeling helpless. poor mickey. i liked rose acknowledging that he didn't have other choices, really, even though it upset her. it's hard to have ties like that back home. we basically have this storyline play out again with amy and rory, although that resolves differently

so yeah this episode gets my brain snapping off

#Doctor Who #DW s1 #Boom Town #besides its too rewatch

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c-valentines · 2 years

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The Conjuring- Chapter 1, Fiction becomes Reality

Shawn finally comes out of hiding but Taker still has his concerns especially as something seems to be lurking around Shawn like a bad smell. They also have a new pet :)

The sound of running water echoes through the hall. Tan hands scoop the water up and wash a tan face. Shawn sighs as he looks up into the mirror. Another bad vision that's sent him into hiding. "Good to see you up and about" a deep voice calls. Shawn turns to see Undertaker leaning against the door frame. "Hey...I'm sorry..." Shawn starts as Taker holds his hand up. "Don't. I understand you need your space after a bad vision but I wish you'd at least eat during that time" Taker tells him. Shawn nods and turns the tap off. "I got some work done during that time. Had JR come over and make sure the unholy room was still holy, worked on my bikes, and started a coffin" Taker tells him with a smile. "If we didn't live in the valley of death that last part would concern me, and you've got to stop calling that room the unholy room" Shawn sighs drying his hands and face. "I think your animals have visited again. I could hear them clawing at the door" Taker tells him. Shawn frowns.

The first time the blond knew something was different about him is when he began to see animals that no one else could. When his father had told him their golden retriever had passed whilst he was at school Shawn couldn't help the churning feeling in his stomach as the so-called dead dog lapped at his hand. He obviously didn't tell his father, his father was a very religious man and Shawn had seen what their church had done to people claiming to see the dead, hell, he saw what the townspeople did to them, even if they were religious. Then the visions became stronger, and the ability to see the dead kicked in.

"Most likely...or you've not cleaned the house good enough" Shawn teases. Taker raises an eyebrow. "Really now?" He asks. "I'm pulling your leg big man" Shawn smirks walking over to him. "I've missed you" Taker mutters. "Good. I've missed you as well" Shawn smiles before kissing his cheek. "How are you?" Taker asks. "I'm good Taker, please," Shawn mutters. Undertaker was the only man who understood what Shawn was going through. The only man who didn't see him as a freak or a weirdo. Shawn knows he's concerned, hell he would be too if he was in Taker's shoes. But Shawn can't talk about it with him... No.

"Maybe we should, I don't know take a break from this whole thing? Settle down...retire?" Taker asks. "Us retire? No, c'mon old man, we've had a week break. I'm fine to get going again" Shawn smiles moving past him. "Shawn you've been locked up the entire time...fighting demons of your own" Taker sighs following him. "And? When you and Kane had that argument and you locked yourself away I didn't push it" Shawn states walking to the kitchen. "That's completely different and you know that!" Taker calls. Shawn faces him causing Taker to stop in his tracks. "How? Huh? You were facing a demon that has hovered over you and Kane since you were children and I was facing a demon that came to me via a vision. A demon that I have faced before." Shawn states crossing his arms. "A demon you've faced before huh?" Taker smirks knowing Shawn has walked right into a trap. Shawn's eyes widen and his cheeks heat up. "Your not so smart Taker! I am not falling for this trap again!" He squawks feeling flustered. Taker chuckles and kisses his cheek. "Food my dear?" Taker asks quietly. "I would love some breakfast." He starts as he turns around to face the counter. "As long as I'm cooking it. No offense love but you couldn't cook toast to save your life" Shawn smirks teasingly. "Hey..that's only slightly true" Taker protests crossing his arms and leaning against the table. Shawn lets out a small giggle causing Taker to chuckle.

A small scratching noise grabs Shawn's attention. Shawn looks and a smile grows across his face at the sight of a small wolf pup at their sliding doors. "Hey buddy" He coos moving to the door. Taker raises an eyebrow as he looks at the glass door to see nothing. In a normal household, this would be concerning. But to Taker, his husband is just adopting another dead animal. Which he guess does sound quite concerning. "Your adorable...but too young to be dead.." Shawn frowns opening the door. The pup whimpers and brushes his head against Shawn's hand. "Do you have a name baby?" Shawn asks quietly looking for a collar. No luck, causing Shawn to sigh. "You talk to these dead animals better than me" Taker teases. Shawn rolls his eyes. "That's because they behave and you do not" Shawn states sending Taker a cheeky smile. Taker scoffs before allowing a loving smile to grow on his face. "You know what sweetheart? You may have the pleasure of naming this small boy" Shawn smiles. "Yeah?" Taker asks. "Mhm, small wolf pup. Has these amazing blue eyes." Shawn describes stroking the air with a small smile. "Sounds like you" Taker teases before tilting his head back slightly. "How about Mike?" Taker asks. "Welcome to the family Mike... " Shawn mutters before standing up.

He faces the bigger man. Taker tilts his head towards Shawn. "Any cases?" Shawn asks. Taker raises an eyebrow. "Jr came over and didn't tell you about anything?" Shawn asks, voice leaning more towards suspicious. "He mentioned a family in the town outside..but that could just be a sighting of a creature here" Taker admits. "Well let's check it out," Shawn comments as he makes breakfast. "Shawn.." Taker sighs. "I mean it, Taker. You can come with me or stay here." Shawn snaps. "I'll phone Jr... " Taker mutters knowing best then to question the blond. Shawn smiles to himself and stirs the coffees. He turns and gasps, dropping the cups at the figure behind him. "This isn't over." The distorted voice growls before disappearing as Taker runs back in.

"Shawn, sweetheart are you OK?" He asks taking in the sight of a slightly shaken Shawn standing behind broken glass and coffee. Shawn slowly looks at the other man. "Ah yeah sorry, just got a bit excited" Shawn lies with his award-winning smile. "You sure?" Taker asks slowly. "H-have you spoken to Kane lately?" Shawn suddenly asks stepping away from the broken cups to grab a plastic bag to put them in. "No, why?" Taker asks feeling rightly confused. "Is something wrong Shawn?" Taker adds. "No! No" Shawn shouts suddenly before calming as he cleans. "Shawn..." Taker sighs. "I just think you need to check upon him. He still lives with Paul right?" Shawn asks looking up before standing. Taker examines his face. "I'll call him after the job." Taker promises. Shawn nods and places the bag on the side.

Taker watches as the smaller man leaves the kitchen. He bites his lip as he examines the kitchen. His eyes widened in horror as they land on two burned footprints on the floor. What the hell is going on? And why is it impacting the environment? Taker looks towards the door to see the cross hanging off. A shiver runs down his spine as it falls upside down. "Shit." Taker whispers. "Shit...."

#shawn michaels #the undertaker #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn #ghosts #demons #the conjuring #au

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enchantedblackrose · 3 years

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All the Pieces Pt 2

Sirius Black/Fem Reader

Warnings: light swearing, kinda long, unedited. I broke canon and will probably continue to do so in other parts now?

Part 1|| Part 3|| Part 4|| Part 5

Part 2 of ?

No more secrets from you I would lose to love you And I have never felt so Like a man that's been set free I can spread my arms now - Pieces, Dan Powell

Your questions wait longer still as you watch Sirius step hesitantly into your living room. It's not completely conscious, but you can't stop looking at him. He's so skinny and looks defeated, but then that fresh morning sunlight dances across his face. For a second you see glimpses of the boy you knew years ago.

Sirius clears his throat. The sudden noise startles you and you nearly jump.

"Shower!" You yell, though you're not sure why it comes out as a shouted demand.

"'m sorry, what?"

"I mean, you must want a hot shower?"

Disbelief creeps onto his face. "I would love a hot shower so don't take this wrong, but you must have a hundred questions for me?"

"A thousand actually," you smile, "but they can wait."

Your compassion causes a warmth to fill Sirius that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your presence. He nods his gratitude, not trusting himself to speak.

You direct him to the top of the stairs and inform him of the fresh towels in the linen closet and the second bedroom he may use. Before he closes the bathroom door, you tell him you'll see if you can scrounge up any other clothes for him.

"And then if you want," you say, "we can set those damned robes on fire." Sirius laughs as you walk away.

Never being one able to throw anything away, you know for certain you have some old clothing belonging to Sirius. Not trusting the old rickety steps of the pull down ladder, you apparate to the attic.

"Lumos." The tip of your wand illuminates enough of the storage space that you easily find the light fixture and gently pull on the chain. You put out your wand.

Immediately you spot the desired trunk and the sight of it causes you to draw a sharp breath. Your habit of saving everything while at times like this is beneficial, it often brings you some pain. You sit in front of the trunk, opening it slowly.

Photos and a small midnight blue velvet jewelry box sit on the very top. You pick them up and hesitate before setting them aside.

Next you pull out a large leather jacket, followed by men's pants, several shirts, including tees with the face of David Bowie, another with the Stones, and even one with ABBA. You throw your head back in laughter; you really do keep anything and everything, but this is why. Even these mundane items hold precious memories.

You set the clothes beside you and thumb through the photos: Sirius kissing you on the cheek, Sirius kissing James on the cheek, you and a very pregnant Lily at her baby shower, you and Remus laughing with a pink haired, confused Sirius in the background, Peter attempting to rollerblade, Sirius in his dog form, the marauders near the Whomping Willow at school, you and Sirius slow dancing at James and Lily's wedding. You sigh before gently placing them back in the trunk. You pick up the little box, the delicate fabric still plush and smooth in your hand. But you decide to return it to the trunk without opening it.

Sirius should be getting out of the shower soon and you want the clothes ready for him when he is. You turn off the light before disapparating to the guest bedroom. The clothes were well preserved and a few incantations later they are freshly laundered. You leave them at the end of the bed.

You retreat to the kitchen to prepare brunch. The food is mostly done when from above you hear the water stop, squeaks of doors opening and shutting, the creaking of floorboards and then Sirius barking a hearty laugh. You smile to yourself.

"You always were a pack rat," he says, appearing after a minute. You see he opted not to wear any of the muggle musician shirts, but instead he's in a solid black t-shirt and dark jeans. Both hang loosely on his thin frame. You say nothing about his playful quip, mostly because it's true. You indicate for him to sit in one of the wooden kitchen chairs. "That said where's your engagement ring?"

Your heart sinks as you think to that blue box upstairs.

"Sirius," you warn, your voice low.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. Though you not wearing it was the second thing I noticed about you." He offers a smile, but you don't relent, refusing to dive into this conversation when there's still so many answers he owes. Seeing your hardened expression, he holds his hands up signaling he still means no offense.

You sigh. "What was the first thing?"

His grin widens into a full smile. "Your eyes of course. They're just as I remember. Beautiful, full of goodness and emotions. I could always tell what you were feeling."

Despite yourself, you feel heat rise to your cheeks, blushing over Sirius Black's words like you were still a schoolgirl. It's mortifying to adult you and you take a large sip of orange juice to avoid eye contact.

Sirius smirks slightly, but begins to eat. The array of food mimics a small buffet: chocolate chip muffins, pancakes, bacon, toast, oatmeal and scrambled eggs. A glass pitcher with orange juice sits beside jams and butter.

Sirius takes more than a bit of everything. A mostly comfortable silence falls over the table as two of you eat. Even when you have finished, you refuse to bombard Sirius with questions, allowing him to enjoy the meal.

Finally, getting his fill, he peers at you across the table. It's finally time for you to learn the truth.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything," you reply without missing a beat. And so Sirius starts with Peter's betrayal ("literal filthy rat! How could he?" you cry) and ends with knocking at your door.

Your eyebrows furrow. Sirius told you his story and you're still left with questions.

"What's on your mind?" He asks knowingly.

"How did you know where I was? Remus stays here once in a while, did you know that? What's Harry like? Merlin, Peter escaped? He's out there free and you're...do you think he knows where You Know Who is?" You rapid fire questions without thought or pause, but Sirius chuckles.

"I can only answer one at a time, darling. Slow down. Breathe, maybe. I'll answer them all." He shifts in his chair, leaning back slightly. "Dumbledore came to that tower where I was held and told me, in his way, that I may have a friend here. That he would send an owl to that friend explaining my innocence. Remus and I had little chance to chat dealing with that treacherous rat, and Snape," he sneers "and the full moon, of course. But I am glad to know you and Remus maintained your friendship," he pauses as if wanting to say more, but thinks better of it.

Both a sad and happy smile plays on his lips as he answers your next question. "Harry is a carbon copy of James, with the same knack for trouble, though he has Lily's eyes. I'm hoping he has her common sense, too. He's got a good head on his shoulders and the right sorts of friends surround him." Sirius's expression goes dark. "Peter will go wherever he thinks he'll be protected. Voldemort is out there, and I'm willing to bet Peter will do anything to get to him."

Another silence falls over the two of you and you shudder at the prospect of Voldemort returning.

"I'm sorry if I asked too many questions," you finally say after a long moment.

"You didn't."

"You're welcome to stay here. For as long as you need."

"I'd like to. I'm not sure how long, but a couple nights at least if it's no trouble."

"It's no trouble. Er, does your hippogriff need anything?"

"Buckbeak? Nah. There's plenty for him to hunt and he's free to roam a bit, right? I'll introduce you two later."

You laugh. "I'll show you to your room. You must be exhausted."

He catches your wrist before you walk away. His touch makes you feel as though you're on fire. You ignore the sensation and look Sirius in the eye as he speaks. "Thank you. Your kindness is truly unmatched, y/n. Always has been." You don't know how to respond. As if on cue, he yawns and then frowns. "I haven't asked anything about you."

"There will be time for that later. C'mon." You smile reassuringly but mentally you're thankful to prolong any more heavy conversations.

Sirius follows you up the stairs into the bedroom. Your eyes scan the room and you frown. The pale green wallpaper accented with tiny pink rosebuds and the bed donned with oversized blankets and half a dozen throw pillows is a stark contrast to Sirius. You mumble something about not being able to redecorate this room just yet. But Sirius just smiles. You draw the curtains shut in an attempt to block the midday sunlight.

"I think you should have everything you need? Of course help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll head to town to get some things."

His face is solemn. "Y/n, stay with me?" He clears his throat. "I mean...will you. Please?"

Wordlessly you nod. You let him climb into the queen sized bed first. Once he's settled, you get in, laying next to him. He moves you closer. Your head rests on his shoulder. He breathes in your scent as his arms wrap loosely around you. You drape an arm across his chest, assuring him his touch is welcomed. His grip tightens slightly as his breathing slows. You watch the rising and fall of his chest until your eyelids flutter shut.

Light tapping on your front door pulls you out of your dreams. Confusion hits first as you're heavy with the weight of a man's arms around you. Sirius. You smile as you become more awake, remembering the moments just hours ago. The knocking grows louder. Urgent, even. Panic sets in.

You shake Sirius awake. He bolts upright in bed, his breathing labored. You place a hand on his chest to calm him. For the moment at least. "Someone's at the door." You tell him in a harsh whisper . Sirius's eyes widen. "Transform," you urge. "And for Merlin's sake stay here." He wants to argue, but knows you're right. You wait until he becomes a large black furry mass of a dog. You close the bedroom door behind you, earning a low whine from Sirius in the process. You hurry down the stairs, clutching your wand in your dominant hand. Fear courses through your veins. You feel your heartbeat quicken with each step.

Drawing a deep breath, you swing the front door open. The sight nearly stops your heart.

"Finally y/n. Is he here?"

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#sirius black x reader #sirius x you #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #adult sirius #sirius x reader

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shimmeringclouds · 3 years

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Todomatsu - Kill her? Why Would I?

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘬!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(Can you tell I'm running out of title ideas)

"[Y/N]!" Todomatsu sang from outside your front door, rocking back and forth on his heels excitedly. "We're gonna hang out today, remember?"

It was silent from the other side of the door. His smile faltered for a split second before he knocked again.

"[Y/N]...? Y-You haven't forgotten, have you?" His laugh was tense while he fidgeted with his fingers, shifting from one foot to the other. He tried again, louder this time.

"Hey! Did you sleep in? You're at home, right?" He hated how desperate he sounded, but this was you he was talking about. One of the few people (if not, only person) he truly cared about. The one person he wanted to keep by him for as long as he could before those five demons came along and messed everything up for good.

The thuds on your door echoed throughout your apartment before shuffling was heard from behind the door. Todomatsu froze as it began to unlock and open slowly, squeaking on its hinges. He gasped, quite dramatically.

There you stood. Still donned in your pyjamas, with your hair very dishevelled and eyes rimmed a pale pink. You were breathing a little heavy for someone who just walked a few feet to their door. All in all, you didn't look good. Todomatsu would never say it out loud, but you looked horrible.

"[Y/N]? Are you okay?" He quickly asked after a split second of silence. You clutched onto the door frame, a guilty frown on your lips.

"Todomatsu.." he flinched at how dry your voice sounded, "I'm so sorry.. I didn't forget about our plans today, but I got sick. I meant to call, but my mind's been all fuzzy..." At those words, your legs wobbled dangerously. Although you were using the doorframe as a stand, you began sliding down to the ground as all strength dissipated from your body.

The man leapt into action, hastily wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him. He could feel your body heating up through your clothing (which he tried not to let get to him. It wasn't the right time).

"S-Sorry.." you mumbled. You tried to push him away with feeble hands, only for him to hold you tighter. "Don't, Todomatsu! You'll just get sick, too!"

"It doesn't matter," he stood up carefully with you still in his arms, leading you back inside with no struggle. "I can just pass it on to my brothers. I'm not gonna let you stay like this on your own, though. Who do you think I am?"

You were taken back to your bedroom, and you thanked your past self for at least managing to keep it tidy, save for your bed. Todomatsu straightened it out a bit before helping you sit back down. His cheeks flushed a light pink as he moved away.

"I'm gonna get some stuff from back home. My mom has some kind of homemade remedies for this kind of stuff. In the meantime, you..." he cleared his throat. Now was not the time to act like some kind of virgin. "Y-You should change out of your c-clothes, since you're probably... s-sweaty. I'll be back later!"

He cursed himself for stammering and that damn squeakiness in his voice, hoping you hadn't seen too much of his now flushed face. If you didn't know any better, you would think that he was the one who was ill.

You let out a small smile as you slowly went about gathering a fresh set of pyjamas, the image of his pretty pink cheeks and quivering lips stuck in your mind.

»»-----　♔　-----««

The door to the Matsuno home slammed open and shut in a hurry, startling the five others in the living room. They watched curiously was the youngest brother rushed through to the kitchen, making quite the racket as he rummaged through various cupboards and shelves.

"Todomatsu?" Choromatsu called from the doorway, squashed by the others. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He replied blankly, pointedly ignoring them as he reached up for a small container. Ichimatsu glared at his younger sibling, knowing he was hiding something.

"What a dry monster..." he murmured darkly.

"Totty!" Osomatsu leaned against the small table in the kitchen. "C'mon! You can tell your favourite older brother what's going on, right?" He cooed.

"Of course he will tell me!" Karamatsu jumped in, pushing Osomatsu out of the way. "Dear burazza, whatever the issue is, just know that I, your absolute favourite older brother, am here for-!"

"Why are you getting the homemade medicine?" Jyushimatsu asked, covering his mouth with along sleeve.

"Eh..?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Todomatsu shoved the small containers and numerous other medicines into his bag before adjusting the strap over his shoulder, preparing to walk out as if nothing had happened. However, he knew that a fight was to be fought as the aura of his demonic brothers flooded the doorway, blocking his escape.

"Now, now, Totty," Choromatsu grinned darkly. "Just tell us what's going on and we'll let you go."

"Don't try to bluff your way out of this," Ichimatsu toothily smiled, placing a hand on Todomatsu's shoulder with a painfully obvious tight grip. "Play nice with your onii-sans, okay?"

Todomatsu's expression was blank as he stared down at the ground. He flexed his fingers around the strap of his bag, taking a deep breath.

"[Y/N]'s sick."

A tense silence filled the room.

"...Huh-?"

"So.." His face contorted into fury, eyes practically bulging from their sockets as he suddenly grabbed the kitchen table, chucking it across the room towards his shocked brothers. "Get out of my way!!"

His screams echoed through the house as he took off at a sprint, leaving his brothers in the dust. They all squirmed to get out of the pile of heavy bodies and wooden bits of table crushing them down.

"What the hell was that about?!" Osomatsu wheezed as Jyushimatsu pressed his body weight further into him instead of getting up, laughing giddily.

"Totty's gonna kill her, probably!" The yellow clad boy chuckled.

"How can you sound so positive when you say something like that?" Choromatsu scolded, being the first to squeeze out of the pile.

"Get off me, Shittymatsu!" Ichimatsu growled, kicking at his older brother as he scrambled out next. Karamatsu fell to the ground with a light thud, groaning as he rubbed at his head.

"M-My apologies, burazza..."

"This is an emergency!" Choromatsu cried.

"Shouldn't that be my line..?" Osomatsu mumbled underneath his breath, sitting up.

"If we don't hurry, Todomatsu's gonna kill [Y/N]!"

"What if Todomatsu's actually trying to help her, though? We shouldn't doubt our youngest this quickly," Karamatsu contemplated, cupping his chin. He felt a hand grab his shoudler, finding Osomatsu staring at him with a tense smile.

"Don't you remember what he did to us the last time we got sick?" He reminded. "He set us on fire, the little bastard."

"...True." Karamatsu began to sweat, worried for your safety like the others. They all leapt to their feet, rushing out the door together.

"We're gonna save [Y/N]!" Jyushimatsu announced excitedly, waving his arms around as they all took off down the street, heading towards your apartment.

»»-----　♔　-----««

"I'm back!" Todomatsu sang happily, as if he hadn't just ran for his life. He popped his head into your room, smiling softly as you tried to sit up.

"You didn't have to do this, Totty.." you clutched your head, feeling dizzy. The man came over and guided you with soft hands, fluffing the pillow behind you so that you were comfortable.

"You're right, I don't have to. But I want to look after you," you were a little surprised by how soothing his voice was, only for him to snap back out of it. "Doesn't that just make me the best? Teehee!"

You rolled your eyes playfully, swatting weakly at him with your hands. He chuckled as he rummaged through his bag, bringing out the medicine.

"I'll just go and grab a spoon.." he mumbled, leaving for a moment and returning with the utensil in hand. He settled beside you, pouring the liquid onto the metal.

"Say 'aah!'" He teased mischievously, making you giggle. You took the spoon into your mouth, face scrunching up almost instantly at the weird, tangy taste lingering in your mouth.

Todomatsu laughed loudly at your reaction, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"That was adorable! I should've taken a picture!" He nuzzled into your hair before pulling away, sure that the redness of your cheeks wasn't entirely from you being sick.

You covered your face with a whine, wishing you could hide in your bedsheets if it wasn't so warm. Todomatsu smiled fondly at you, opening his mouth to say something else.

"[Y/N]!!!"

There was a loud bang from the other room, startling you both heavily. Todomatsu shot up out of his seat, running over to the front door to find his brothers on the floor in a heap once again, the front door barely hanging on its hinges with a large crack in the wall from where it hit.

You stumbled after him, gasping at the wreckage of your home.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?!" Todomatsu screeched, seemingly more frustrated than you.

"We came to save [Y/N]! What else does it look like?" Osomatsu replied with a pointed look. All heads whipped towards you, taking in your appearance.

"[Y/N], are you hurt?" Choromatsu asked, trying to crawl towards you only for Todomatsu to kick his face.

"Did he actually give you poison and not medicine?" Ichimatsu asked next, earning himself a smack.

"Did Totty try to set you on fire?!" Jyushimatsu called, crying out after he get pushed back out the door.

"Did he-"

"Shut up, Shittymatsu!!" Todomatsu screamed, attempting to push everyone out. "Why do you all think I'm trying to kill her?!"

"Because that's just who you are!" They all responded.

You watched on in shock as they continued to argue violently in front of you. Releasing a heavy sigh, you massaged your forehead. A really bad headache was coming on...

"Guys!" You yelled suddenly, freezing everyone in place. "Todomatsu's looking after me! He hasn't done anything to hurt me and he never will, okay?"

"But-!"

"I think we all know that if he, or anyone, tried to do anything, I would kick your asses harder than Totoko can punch."

Your threat hung heavy in the air, making them gulp. You dragged your feet over to the pile of bodies in your doorway, removing Todomatsu from their clutches and looking down st the others on the floor.

"Thank you for being concerned, but there's no issue other than me being sick. I trust him to take care of me, so there's nothing to worry about, okay?"

You were met with silence. Another sigh, you tugged at your door, thankful that it was still somewhat intact. You began closing it up, offering a final goodbye to the Matsuno brothers before shutting it completely.

Todomatsu was tense behind you, eyes worriedly darting from you to the door.

"I-I'm really sorry about that.. You know how idiotic they can be!" He pointed at the door, hoping you wouldn't get mad at him. Instead, you turned to him with a tired hit gentle smile.

"I'm not mad, Totty," you weaves your hand into his, intertwining your fingers and tugging him back to your room. "Let's just forget about it. You're still gonna take care of me, right?"

"Todomatsu!" Osomatsu yelled from behind the door. "If you don't come back a virgin, then don't come back at all!"

You both rolled your eyes, Todomatsu's deathly aura increasing slightly. Way to ruin a sweet moment...

#osomatsu san #todomatsu matsuno #todomatsu x reader #totty #love #romance #fluffy #sick!reader #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ HOTEL ROOM? ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Warnings: nsfw, brief smut described.

Word count: about 1.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

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It was a long day at the hospital and you didn't want to party. But it was EZ night, after being fully patched, and he begged you to go. Even if you know all the Mayans and have a good relationship with them, you feel totally out of place when your friend disappears. He said it was only for some minutes, but one hour has already passed and your drink is almost emptied. You could go home, but the problem is that your housemate asked you to have the house for her own tonight. Another Tinder date. So now, you're freezing because EZ kept your hoodie, sitting on the porch and not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. Your last option? Search for a hotel room.

Heavily sighing you grab your phone from a pocket of your shorts, curling your body over the couch looking for some warmth. Typing over the screen, you wait for the results. Thirty dollars per night. EZ and Melissa are going to pay for that. Taking off your wallet from your bag, you hold your credit card to hire one room. At least, you will enjoy a good breakfast tomorrow. You don't notice Angel's presence until he asks you what you are doing. Turning your face towards him, you find the oldest Reyes with an arm on one of Vicki's girls shoulders. Mumbling nonsense words, you end up shrugging. If you tell him about your new adventure, he will scold you for not asking him first. But you're weak, and if you stay alone with him, you're going to screw up things between you two.

Before you can't stop him, Angel has grabbed your phone, leaving the girl in the background visibly annoyed. Licking your lips, he looks at you frowning. That look is also enough for the other woman to abandon the porch. Keeping your phone in his back pocket, he takes off his kutte holding it between his legs to offer you his hoodie. Puckering your lips ashamed, you take it to wear it. His smells almost dizzies you, closing the zip over your abdomen and your chest. The warmth of his body concentrated on the fabric comforts you more than anything, holding this time the hand in front of your eyes.

“C'mon, I will take you to my house”.

“You don't have to, Angel”. You whisper, even if you're really desiring it. “You can stay with that girl, and I can g—”.

“Nah”. He clicks his tongue, tangling your fingers with his. “I'm not gonna let you alone, as my shitty brother did”.

He's smirking at you, proud of saving the damsel in distress. Guiding you to his motorbike, he makes you wear on the helmet, assuring that it's tight grip under your chin. Putting away a lock of hair, sticking out by a side, he softly slaps the top of the helmet.

“Let's go, mami”.

The ride is shorter than you thought, clinged to his waist until the bike stops close to the building. Helping you to jump out of it, you follow Angel through the yard to the inside, going upstairs. You have been a lot of times in his house, but this time is different, because it's the first one you're alone. Standing up in the middle of the living room, the man goes to his room to come back a minute later carrying a shirt and a pair of short sweatpants.

“You can wear it, it will be more comfortable to sleep”.

“Thank you”. Whispering with a fleeting smile drawn on your lips, you hold it. “I can… sleep on the sofa”.

“Nah, bed is yours”. Shaking his head, he takes off his kutte to hang it on a chair.

That's not a good idea for you, covered by his smell and dying inside in the meantime. But you just nod, before leaving him to change your clothes. Once that you're ready, tying up your hair, you step out of his room with your new pajamas.

“Wanna beer?”

“Yeah, sure”.

“So, it's supposed that you were staying with EZ?” He asks then, opening the fridge to grab the drinks and sit with you on the sofa.

“It was supposed”. Giggling, you hold your beer to have a sip.

“A toast for my shitty lil brother boiling you”.

“Wow, that's rude!” You laugh, colliding slightly your bottle with his.

“Nah, enjoy our night. It's the first time we're alone, didn't know you?”

“Yes, I know”.

“Why? I mean, we were friends in our childhood. It's not like… you don't know me”. He sounds a little offended and confused.

“Ah… I don't know”. Putting away your gaze, you focus the moves of your fingers on the beer, shrugging somewhat nervous.

Yes, you know it. But you're not going to tell him.

“I always thought you were in love with me”. He laughs loud, shaking his head.

Your heart is jumping inside your chest, about to fly out and leave the earth's atmosphere. But when he finds you not laughing back, he almost chokes on his beer. With an incredulous gesture, he cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, licking his bottom lip. You're fucked. You just want to run away. From his house. From Santo Padre. From California. Maybe, from the United States. But he grabs your left wrist when you're about to get up.

“Are you…?” He mumbles surprised.

“Angel, I do—”.

“I thought you were just mad at me for something”. Now, the tone of his laugh turns to a happy one, confusing you. “Damn! I thought that maybe I did one of those comments that bothers you, and you just simply… kicked me out”.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to… make you feel like that”.

“So, are you actually in love with me?” Angel is still sounding surprised, putting both drinks away over the coffee table.

His ringed fingers grab your forearms making you kneel on the sofa, a little bit closer from his position. You can't barely breathe when he urges you to lie over his body, embracing you tightly as he places his whole anatomy on the sofa. Your pulse is about to stop, after speeding up too much.

“Do you wanna know a secret?”

“No…” You sob between laughs, covering your face with both hands.

He laughs louder, making his chest vibrate under yours. Turning both bodies on a side, he grabs again your wrist to discover your face. Your cheeks are burning. He's too close. Your back is stuck against the sofa and you two barely fit on it, but Angel looks comfy just like that.

“You were my crush on highschool”. He confesses chuckling, putting an arm under your neck.

“No, it's not true”.

“Yeah, it is. But I thought you and EZ were dating”.

“You think too much”. You mock him.

He nods with pursed lips.

“And didn't help at all”. Angel adds then, starting to caress your hair with soft gestures of his fingertips. Having a light deep breath, he places his head on the cushion. “So… what about you dating me?”

You have never heard him so nervous, always being so secure of himself around girls. And you can't even believe what he is asking you. Now, you're the one who feels secure, and he is the one dying inside.

“I've never had a girlfriend and I don't know what to do, but I'm sure about how many times I have to feed you and how many times I have to take you for a walk”.

“Angel, I'm not a dog!” Palming his chest, you almost roll on your back.

“You sure?” He jokes then, trying to hide the fact that you haven't answered his question yet and he's losing his calm.

“We can figure it out”. You finally say, nodding for a second.

He's smiling like a fool, using the hand on the back of your head to push you some inches closer, until your lips touch his. A soft kiss happening in the meantime that your fingers get intertwined on his shirt, and his free hand flies to your cheek. Your mouths molding perfectly, tasting the bitter mix of beer and your salivas. The pace of your heart feeling calmed, almost touching your noses when he tucks his tongue between your lips. Caressing it, you can't help but fit your body with his when his right arm surrounds tightly your waist. You don't know how many times you have dreamt with that kiss, but probably exactly as he has done.

Running out of air, Angel draws a path of wet kisses down to your jaw, sinking his face into the gap of your neck. His dense beard makes you some tickles, as his teeth getting dragged over your skin give you some soft shivers. You can't help but keep your eyes closed, biting your bottom lip while your fingers tighten the grip in his shirt. One of his hands, placed now on your ass, roams the back of your thigh to urge you to raise up your leg over his, settling himself almost under your body.

“Do you still want to sleep alone?” He whispers against your skin, bristling it with his warm breath.

“No”. You gasp unconsciously as soon as he starts to rock his hips with slow moves.

The hardness under his jeans is perfectly seated against your center, enjoying the friction his anatomy does to yours.

“Who you wanna sleep with, baby?” He asks, clearly teasing you, knowing how much he wants to hear it.

“I wanna sleep with my boyfriend”. You can feel the smile on his lips growing up, because his mouth is still pressed on your neck.

Sticking out his face from his hiding place, Angel kisses you again, turning you on your back. With him lying over you, his pelvis can go somewhat deeper into your legs, finally making you moan just with a simple move. The clothes are hindering you more than anything, but seems like he loves to play with you. And you're no one to ask him to stop, aren't you?

“Does mi preciosa novia want to be fucked by his amazing boyfriend?” His ringed fingers are nailed on your sides, securing you against the sofa, to thrust his hard rock to your needed pussy already wet for him.

“Yes, please…”

“Do you like how it sounds, ah?”

You just nod, feeling his right hand traveling down the fabric of the shirt, finding the waistband of the sweatpants. He doesn't lose time on sliding it under your clothes, grunting because of the heat flooding from your core. But he just caress your folds, impregnating his digits with your juices to bring it to his mouth. Barely gulping, you watch him sucking his own fingers and his eyes getting darker.

“You taste so fucking good, mi reina”. He gasps onto your lips.

And you don't need to be asked to. Gripping his wrist, you take his fingers into your mouth. Your lips closing around it and your head bowing up and down slowly. His orbs are glued on yours, as your tongue tastes his skin. Angel bites his bottom lip using his incisors, seeing how his Adam's apple moves in his throat by gulping his own saliva.

“Fuck my life…” He babbles, enraptured by the way your lips suck his fingers.

“Fuck me, Angel”. You correct him, looking now for his mouth.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes

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starlocked01 · 3 years

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Look Alive, Sunshine

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Dukexiety Week Day 7- Music WC: 1.8K Summary: Remus picks Virgil up from his dorm in the middle of the night to combat an old fear. Content Warning: Swearing, Panicking, references to past suicidal thoughts

@dukexietyweek

A/N: This is actually in the same universe as When Can I See You Again? which is the first dukexiety story I wrote featuring Soul mark timers, lots of miscommunication and drama, and fun. And fight club. If you've liked this week's oneshots, maybe give WCISYA? a try ^_^ Thank you everyone for reading along and sharing this week <3

Despite Remus' progress with Dr. B. and despite over a thousand nights with no incidents, Virgil still could not shake his fear of the Xs. He hadn’t seen them in years, but some nights Virgil stayed up to watch his soul mark countdown the seconds until Remus could reassure him he'd lost sleep for no reason.

Most of the nights when he stayed up watching with growing anxiety, Virgil didn't even try to text Remus. His boyfriend needed the sleep and would just worry when he woke up until Virgil finally rolled out of bed and answered his reassurances. Tonight was too much. Tonight, not even the steady passage of time promising he'd see his soulmate the next day was enough to allay thoughts of horrific unforeseen accidents.

Tonight Virgil texted his soulmate at quarter to two am and watched as the numbers changed without warning.

00:05:17

Five minutes. Virgil gulped and couldn't help but feel like he'd fucked up. He glanced at his phone several times, bewildered by the lack of an answering text, but mostly watched his wrist counting down.

At about the two-minute mark he finally realized he should probably get dressed and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans to struggle into. He struck his foot on the corner of the bed and bit his lip hard to avoid waking up his roommate. Virgil quickly shrugged on his hoodie and shoes before checking his wrist again.

00:00:10

He laughed to himself at the near deja vu feeling, walking over to the window to watch for Remus’ car in the parking lot.

To his surprise, there was a knock at the dorm door instead. Virgil jumped and rushed over to the door, cracking it open just in time to glimpse his soulmate grinning out in the hallway.

"Remus! What are you doing here?" Virgil asked in a hissing whisper, sliding out into the hallway and shutting the door as quietly as possible, "do you know what time it is?"

"Uh yeah, babe. 2 am. You're the one who sent a distress signal, what was I supposed to do?" Remus answered at his normal, too-loud volume, wrapping Virgil in a tight hug before the smaller man could answer or object.

"You coulda just told me you were alright," Virgil grumbled, hugging his soulmate back tighter anyway, "do I want to know how you got in?"

"The desk worker recognized me and let me in. Don't worry, I would only break in if mildly inconvenienced," Remus grinned, starting to pull Virgil with him down the hall, "so why are you up so late? You weren't waiting for me to croak, were you?"

Virgil started to respond but stopped before he got a syllable out. That was what he was technically doing, even if he dreaded that very thing more than anything. "I- don't make it sound like I would ever want that! I just… got worried."

Remus tugged Virgil closer to his side, "I'm okay. And I'm not going anywhere, worrywart." He waved briefly at the night guard and ushered Virgil outside, "c'mon. We're gonna fix this."

"How? You're okay tonight but what about tomorrow? How do I know you're going to be okay every night? What if-" Virgil gulped, not wanting to vocalize his worst fear.

Remus stopped just outside the door and turned to Virgil, "come on, Virgie. I always call when it's a bad day. And I haven't had one in a while."

"Yeah, but what if-"

"If I had a bad day, I'd call. C'mon. We've gotta get your mind off this," Remus murmured, pulling Virgil towards his car.

Virgil huffed but followed Remus easily enough, sliding into the passenger's seat as Remus scanned through a pile of CD cases.

“Oh my god, you still have those?” Virgil asked, a bit surprised to see his old emo collection.

“Of course I do. One of the best your-birthday presents I’ve ever gotten,” Remus giggled and picked the album he’d been looking for, “I get that you get scared. When I die you can listen to The Black Parade and mourn me, but tonight we are gonna Look Alive, Sunshine.” Remus started the car and fed the CD to the center console before backing out of the spot and zooming out of the parking lot.

Virgil hummed happily, giggling as Remus recited the initial traffic report along with Dr. Death-Defying, “I love Danger Days. Remember how you convinced the DJ at Prom to play this song?”

“How could I not? He only did it because of your pouty little baby face back then,” Remus teased, earning himself a smack on the shoulder, “what? He certainly wasn’t doing me any favors.”

“You’re an ass,” Virgil chuckled.

“I’m your ass,” Remus corrected him, headbanging along as he drove.

“So where are we headed, ass of mine?” Virgil asked just over the music, watching as streetlights and neon signs advertising closed stores flashed by.

“Nowhere special,” Remus replied carefully, pretty quickly turning into an empty parking lot and pulling into a space as far from any lights as he can.

“Yeah.. not kidding about that... Is this a bookstore?”

“Bookstore parking lot.”

“Okay, why a bookstore parking lot?”

Remus didn’t answer, just unbuckled and tried to squeeze between the front seats of the car to the back. Virgil watched in amusement until Remus managed to push himself through and got settled in the back.

“C’mon. You do this for me all the time, now it’s your turn.”

Virgil laughed and turned the key to the battery-only position in the ignition and locked the car doors before following Remus, sliding back to the back seat a touch more nimbly. He settled into Remus’ lap and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” he murmured, settling in as Remus wrapped his arms around him and started singing along with the music.

“If that's the best that I could be? Then I'd be another memory. Can I be the only hope for you? Because you're the only hope for me,” Remus sang softly to Virgil, running fingers through his hair.

Virgil sniffed and sang the rest of the verse, “And if we can't find where we belong we'll have to make it on our own. Face all the pain and take it on because the only hope for me is you alone,” he tried to relax and let Remus’ presence reassure him that neither of them was going anywhere without the other, “is it weird to say I wish you were around more often?”

Remus stopped humming along with the music to hug Virgil tighter, “not weird at all, V. You’ll graduate soon and we can move in together. Then you’ll really be sick of me.” he smiled and kissed Virgil’s hair, “we’re so close to forever, love.”

Virgil sighed and began to sing along again a few songs later, “we can leave this world, leave it all behind. We can steal this car if your folks don't mind. We can live forever if you've got the time,” he buried his face in Remus’ chest, almost wishing they could just start driving tonight and never looking back.

“My pretty little heart attack in black hair dye,” Remus giggled, “you gotta finish school first so I can just kick Roman and Remy out.”

Virgil laughed at that, “as if you’d ever kick your brother out.”

“Easier done than said. I’ve lived with that asshole for far too long already,” Remus replied pointedly, “you know, we can work out transportation if you would perhaps consider moving off campus next semester.”

Virgil sat there silent in consideration. The only thing really stopping him from agreeing was the wall of anxieties over moving in with his boyfriend and living off-campus and paying rent and having to find a job in between homework and classes. It was a lot to figure out, not even considering the implications of actually moving in with his boyfriend. What if Remus did something crazy like suggesting they get married? What if everything changed and he didn’t like it or get used to it? What if nothing changed and he still woke up at 2 in the morning from dreams of Xs despite falling asleep in Remus’ arms? What if-

“Virgil- where’s your head, Stormcloud?” Virgil’s thoughts were interrupted by the question and a soft steady tapping on the back of his neck.

Virgil sighed and shook his head, “sorry. It got away from me. I kinda want this moment to last forever. It’s safe and predictable.”

“An abandoned parking lot is not life, sweetheart. Trust me, I love how safe this is. I love holding you and knowing nothing can happen to you while we’re here. But life doesn’t happen in safety. We can face it together, we always will. But we do have to go out and face it eventually,” Remus spoke softly, letting his voice mingle with the music.

“You’re here now. You’re here and real and not going anywhere. That should be enough. Why isn’t it enough?” Virgil asked in a small voice.

“Because you care. Your love isn’t limited to this moment,” Remus laughed softly, “your love has saved me before, so don’t you dare try to limit it now.”

“I- oh wow, Rem, I am so sorry,” Virgil caught himself and sighed, “I think I get it now.”

“Oh? Figure something out?” Remus asked quietly, continuing to tap on Virgil to the beat.

“I haven’t been trusting your love. I’m an asshole,” Virgil shook his head, “ of course I won’t wake up and find Xs. You love me. I’m so dumb for not trusting that because of course you’re not going anywhere.”

Remus chuckled, “now you’re getting it, V. I know you can’t help worrying, but you’ll at least let me prove it when the worries get too much?”

Virgil sat up carefully, “I didn’t want to bother you with it before. Goodness knows we both need the sleep, but I think next time, I’ll just reach out like tonight.”

Remus smiled and pulled Virgil back down, “you said it yourself. We need sleep. So sleep, mister. We’re not going anywhere until morning.”

Virgil laughed and feebly tried to push away, “nooo not in the car! At least let's go find a bed.”

“Aww but that’s no fun… unless..”

“Sleep. It’s nearly 3 am. We are gonna find a bed, either mine or yours, and go to sleep.”

“Boo,” Remus pouted but reached to unlock the car, not trusting his ability to climb back upfront.

“Love you too, boo,” Virgil grinned and leaned down to kiss Remus properly, quickly getting lost in the contact. Remus pulled him close, willing to spend the rest of the night that way until the second to last track of the album began and his speakers started blaring a distorted version of the American anthem. They broke apart, laughing together at the awkward background music. Then they managed to kiss the whole way through Vampire Money before climbing out of the back seat and back upfront.

“Alright. Let’s go home. Maybe I can convince you to make it home better from there,” Remus grinned and started up the car again, driving off towards the apartment as the CD restarted the album from the beginning.

#dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #WCISYA? story #soulmate au #soulmate timers #mcr #swearing #panicking

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andolinii · 3 years

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𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

❛ The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist ❜ ❛ One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail. But one does not undertake an experiment knowing one has failed. ❜ ❛ At least that's something we can agree on. ❜ ❛ It does seem like a dreadful place to be stranded. ❜ ❛ Heaven, friend. Or as close as we'll see till Judgment Day. ❜ ❛ I’m afraid of you. ❜ ❛ We had a deal! Open this door, right now! ❜ ❛ So you expect me to shoulder the burden? ❜ ❛ Just 'cause the city flies don't mean it ain't got its share of fools. ❜ ❛ Heads? Or tails? ❜ ❛ I told you...I'm not gonna do it! Now go away. ❜ ❛ I never find that as satisfying as I'd imagined. ❜ ❛ I guess you're expecting me... Is anyone here? Hello? ❜ ❛ Why are you following me? ❜ ❛ Violence is not the answer! Blood must not be shed. ❜ ❛ Violence is not a foregone conclusion. ❜ ❛ I see every sin that blackens your soul. ❜ ❛ Not all debts can be repaid. ❜ ❛ Chin up. There's always next time. ❜ ❛ Prophecy is my business, as blood as yours ❜ ❛ thy crook is bent and thy path is twisted. ❜ ❛ It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Just sit down, and everything will be fine. ❜ ❛ Is this some kind of sales pitch? Because I am not interested. ❜ ❛ I'm a friend. I've come to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ I don't dance. C'mon, let's go. ❜ ❛ This will end in blood. But then again, it always does with you, doesn't it? It always ends in blood. ❜ ❛ Oh, can you smell that? I've never smelled anything like that before, have you? ❜ ❛ Give a man a little power, he falls in all kinds of love with himself. ❜ ❛ Coming here was your idea. ❜ ❛ that fall into the water did you no favors. I'll keep an eye out for something that might ease your pain. ❜ ❛ Knock it off! Will you stop it? Will you stop it! I'm not here to hurt you. ❜ ❛ If you're going to be a sore loser, then I shan't do this again. ❜ ❛ You're a roguish type, what does it look like? ❜ ❛ Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt. ❜ ❛ Where did you learn to pick locks? ❜ ❛ Whatever that was, it's got nothing to do with the job at hand. This job's getting worse all the time. ❜ ❛ What interest does a prophet have in a bunch of carnies and carousels? ❜ ❛ I never even heard of this place before I got here. ❜ ❛ They frown on gardens in my part of town. ❜ ❛ I don't really understand what I just saw back there, but it sure as hell looks like a shortcut to getting us killed. ❜ ❛ You've always been different, haven't you? You crave no glory. ❜ ❛ You see? You're a killer, like it or not. ❜ ❛ Now that you're out of yours, you might realize cages have their advantages. ❜ ❛ I can handle whatever comes along. Trust me. ❜ ❛ A choice is better than none. No matter what the outcome. ❜ ❛ What happened back there, that...that's not the last of it, is it? ❜ ❛ Maybe you're the man I remember, maybe not. ❜ ❛ There's survival...and then there's finding pleasure in the act. ❜ ❛ Look, you seem like a decent enough sort. That said, the less you know about me, the better. ❜ ❛ I'm leaving and there's naught you can do to stop me. ❜ ❛ Me busting you out, what do you think that was? Charity? ❜ ❛ I got no quarrel with you. ❜ ❛ Are you afraid of God? ❜ ❛ I never claimed to be no hero. ❜ ❛ There's already a fight. Only question is, which side are you on?❜ ❛ Just hold up for a minute! I'm not angry with you. ❜ ❛ You killed those people. I can't believe you did that...they're all dead... You killed those people. ❜ ❛ I have no need for one such as you. ❜ ❛ Don't get too comfortable with my company. You are a means to an end, no more. ❜ ❛ You’re either a great hero or the worst of scoundrels, depending on who's doing the telling. ❜ ❛ I am a believer, but I am not a fool. ❜ ❛ What is the most admirable creature on God's green earth? ❜ ❛ Does this strike you as good news? It doesn't strike me as good news. ❜ ❛ I don't much care for you… but I must admit, you know your way around a brawl. ❜ ❛ Now, now, All I ask is that you finish what you started. ❜ ❛ Son, I do say I like the cut of your chin. ❜ ❛ You know, when your name was first passed to me, I wasn't quite sure you were the man for the job. ❜ ❛ What could people have done to deserve to be locked up in a place like this? ❜ ❛ You're a lion. But you can't blame me for looking after my own interests, can you? ❜ ❛ Lions walk with lions, not hyenas. ❜ ❛ I killed them. They were dead. ❜ ❛ You must think me some sort of...freak. I must seem ridiculous. ❜ ❛ Like all bastards, we serve it best by smothering it in its crib. ❜ ❛ Let me tell you about sin. ❜ ❛ Are you going to just sit there? ❜ ❛ the biggest sin of all, the mother of all sins, is that we sit back and take it. ❜ ❛ In this world, you were a martyr. ❜ ❛ These folk need a better class of hero. ❜ ❛ This isn't our responsibility - none of it. ❜ ❛ Why, that sort of ambition will serve you well. ❜ ❛ I had a role in this catastrophe, if you want to pretend we're innocents in this, then that's your prerogative. ❜ ❛ I saw you die. Saw it with my own eyes. ❜ ❛ I know how this feels. Listen, I think you should talk to me. ❜ ❛ How do you wash away the things that you've done? ❜ ❛ Once people get their blood up, it ain't easy to settle it down again. ❜ ❛ This prophecy business... You don't think anyone can really see the future, do you? ❜ ❛ These are dire times and I could ever so use your aid. ❜ ❛ That is an oath you cannot keep. ❜ ❛ If you were to take me back...that's death. Or something so like it, I cannot tell the difference. ❜ ❛ A mother who abandons their child doesn't draw a lot of sympathy in my book. ❜ ❛ You just got dealt a bad hand. ❜ ❛ The only difference between past and present is semantics. ❜ ❛ If we could perceive time as it truly was… what reason would grammar professors have to get out of bed? ❜ ❛ You couldn't have known this would happen. ❜ ❛ One doesn't expect a picture of one's corpse to come across so lifelessly. ❜ ❛ Listen to me. what you've been through… ain't nobody in the world deserves that. ❜ ❛ We are gettin' outta here, you got it? And you're never gonna have to look back. ❜ ❛ Child! Child! You are the lie that spewed from my womb. You are the lie, the lie, the lie. ❜ ❛ Some men dream of money, some men dream of love. My father dreamt of a flood of fire. ❜ ❛ I can see all that would be, might be and must not be. ❜ ❛ Child, would you like to pray with me? ❜ ❛ All I ever wanted is to see you live up to your potential. ❜ ❛ Humanity wrote a bad check, and the flood was the only way to settle the accounts. ❜ ❛ You'll need to eat sooner or later. If you hold out, you'll just starve to death. ❜ ❛ God put his faith in men once, too. It seems that we have something in common: disappointment. ❜ ❛ Why do you ask ‘what’ when the delicious question is ‘when?’ ❜ ❛ All I can do is watch as what I set in motion slides into its terminal stage. ❜ ❛ Time rots everything, even hope. ❜ ❛ We're going to cure you. ❜ ❛ When the body cries out, the spirit listens. ❜ ❛ Do you hear that screaming? That is the sound of your interference. ❜ ❛ Is this where you start moralizing? You forget, I know you. ❜ ❛ What are you going to do to stop me?❜ ❛ You struggle against prophecy, like a stone loosed from a sling. ❜ ❛ I don't understand. I heard you screaming, I was… I was coming to get you. ❜ ❛ Do you think...it's possible to redeem the kind of things that we've done? ❜ ❛ We're doing this together, or I'm doing it alone. Either way, I need to know the thing's been done. ❜ ❛ Rejoice! Rejoice! Death has no sting. ❜ ❛ I may be the one who strikes you down, but you've always had a knack for self-destruction. Who's to say you won't beat me to the punch? ❜ ❛ Some sins can't be forgiven.❜ ❛ I'm not going to let you kill him. ❜ ❛ I won't abandon you. ❜ ❛ You come to wipe your slate clean, but time will walk backwards before you find redemption. ❜ ❛ Everything I've done...I've done to keep you safe. ❜ ❛ You killed him. What did he mean? Huh? You tell me, what did he mean? ❜ ❛ Just drop me off if you want to. This isn't your problem. ❜ ❛ I'm a fool. I've sent mighty armies to stop you; I've rained fire on you from above. ❜ ❛ Will you do this for me, just...just this one last thing? Please… ❜ ❛ You thought the streets were paved with gold, but they were paved with blood, sweat and tears. ❜ ❛ Look at that. Thousands of doors...opening all at once. My god, they're beautiful. ❜ ❛ Baptism is the rebirth of the spirit...but sometimes the mind gets in the way. ❜ ❛ There are a million million worlds. All different and all similar. Constants and variables. ❜ ❛ We swim in different oceans but land on the same shore. ❜ ❛ Are you ready to have your past erased? Are you ready to have your sins cleansed? Are you ready to be born again? ❜ ❛ I can see all the doors, and what's behind all the doors. ❜ ❛ Hey, the deal is off, you hear me? The deal is off! ❜ ❛ You think a dunk in the river's gonna change the things that I've done? ❜ ❛ If I don't get caught, it's going to be a very long time before we see each other. ❜ ❛ Do you hate your wickedness? ❜ ❛ Are we worth saving if we will not save ourselves? ❜

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warnings: 90s au, kinda toxic relationship, public sex, unprotected sex and hair pulling

the blazing summer heat of 95' had just arrived and not even your shorts and crop top could save you from melting under it. you had heard on the radio how this was the hottest summer since the decade had started and even if you loved the sun and being able to go to the public pool with your friends, there was so much you could take. the big fan beside your tv was on full blast, swaying away your hair and cooling you down as you struggled with your vcr. you cursed loudly at it as you pressed the buttons but nothing was working and the show had already started.

"need help with that?" you turned around to be met with your older sister's new fling, jaehyun. he had spent almost everyday at your house since your parents left to go visit your grandma a week ago and even if that's a thing a boyfriend would do, your sister still insisted that they were just having sex. in your opinion jaehyun was just way too shameless. walking around the kitchen in the morning in his underwear while you were forced to look at his toned body while you shoved rice krispies inside your mouth, constantly giving you flirty looks, brushing over your thigh when you were sitting down on the couch and your sister was too distracted crying over forrest gump for the fifth time and of course, now that you were forced to wear the least amount of clothing possible he couldn't take his eyes off you, more specifically your legs.

"i just can't get the stupid vcr to start recording friends and the episode already started." you responded annoyed and still slamming at the buttons in hopes that it would magically start working.

"let me see." jaehyun came closer, sitting down on the floor next to you, so close that your thighs were touching and you could feel the little hairs on his leg brushing against your skin. you didn't know why you started to fill tingles inside your stomach from it but you decided it was best to just ignore it. he took the cassette out of the vcr and checked if there was any problems with it first before blowing inside of the vcr and returning to put the vhs inside. he pressed one button and there it was, working like nothing ever happened and you got internely mad at how easy it was for him. in your head you were pretty sure that the vcr had some kind of personal problem with you.

"there you go, i guess it was just a little bit dirty." he smiled down at you and you wouldn't be rude to the point of not reciprocating, giving him a small smile back and a little "thank you". you kept sitting on the floor in front of the small square tv because it was the only place in the living room that the wind from the fan could reach and you rested your back on the coffee table behind you, laughing at some joke that was said on the sitcom. only after a few seconds you noticed that jaehyun was also still sitting on the floor in front of you, his eyes glued to you and your body squirmed from the intense gaze that he had on.

but now that you were a little bit more distant from him, you were able to observe the white shorts he adorned, with a leopard print belt around his waist and a red tank top that showed off his perfectly toned and strong arms and legs. you could tell he had used some gel on his hair but it was still a bit messy, with a few strands falling over his forehead and this look was almost just as good as when he wore nothing but his boxers.

"like what you see?" his voice interrupted your thoughts and you realized that you had been staring at him for longer than you intended. you shook your head and moved your body up a little, getting more comfortable in your seat, looking back at the glitchy tv.

"i could ask you the same thing." you talked back at him and heard him chuckle and suddenly he was moving closer to you again, your eyes slightly widening as he sat next to you, moving an arm to rest on top of the coffee table and around your back.

"in my case i do like what i see." he was so close to you that you were able to feel his breathing against your face and you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

"where's my sister?" you asked out of nervousness and you felt his body relax next to you, running his fingers through his hair and sighing deeply, changing his whole demeanor and acting as if he wasn't just flirting with you.

"she's listening to mariah carey in her room and i'm not into that kind of music so..." he shrugged his shoulders and moved his eyes from the tv to you, once again. "and you're a much better company anyway." you couldn't help but look at him as he said those words, a puzzled expression on your face.

"me?" you raised an eyebrow still confused as to why he was saying those things, i mean, at the end of the day it was your sister he was having sex with.

"yeah. you act hella moody around me but i know you like me." he smirked as his thumb caressed your chin and your reflex was to swerve away from his touch.

"as if!" you shot him a disgusted look and he laughed, leaning closer to you and starting to run his fingers up your bare thigh, causing your body to shiver and tense up.

"c'mon, stop lying. you know you want it just as much as i do." his voice was so calm and sweet, an obvious contrast to how hard and loud your heart was beating in your chest. "or are you gonna tell me you don't feel anything when i'm standing this close to you? hm?" your eyes slowly looked up at him, a little sparkle being evident on them, and you noticed how close his face was to yours at this point. you also realized how beautiful his eyes were and you felt like you were starting to drown in them, so much that you didn't even notice his lips approaching yours until jaehyun was brushing them against yours, so soft and sweet before capturing you in a deep kiss, suddenly releasing all of the tension in your body at once. he sighed deeply against your mouth from how long he had been waiting to do this and his hand settled on your hip, pulling you closer to him until you were sitting on top of him, legs straddling his lap.

jaehyun was kissing you so intensely that you had to break it to gasp for air and he took the opportunity to attack your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over the surface of your skin while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "w-what about my sister?" you suddenly felt a sense of guilt inside you and you knew that in a way this was wrong and she could walk in at any moment.

"she's not my girlfriend." he left one last kiss on your neck before bringing his head up to look at you. "and she has her headphones on, she won't hear anything over mariah's high notes." you felt the urge to chuckle but jaehyun didn't even give you time for that, immediately pressing his lips against yours, his tongue asking for passage and you granted it to him, moving your tongue against his. his hands were quick to remove your top and throwing it somewhere on the floor, your bra following the same path soon after. he caressed your breasts and you sighed against his mouth, your hips starting to move and grind down on his lap which consequently made a small groan escape between his lips as he tightened his grip on your hips.

after a while of kissing and of feeling your lips getting numb and swollen, jaehyun finally broke the kiss, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. "take this off for me, baby." you wanted time to process what he had just called you but your body was telling you to hurry up so you got up and slided your shorts down as jaehyun observed from under you, taking off his tank top as well, showing off his toned abs that you had seen before but was still impressed by.

you sat back down, with your thin white panties still on, and your fingers worked on unbuckling his belt while his hands grabbed at your face, pulling you in for another deep and sloppy kiss. his hand reached inside his shorts and took his cock out, slowly stroking himself as he moved your panties to the side and lined the tip with your entrance. you gripped his shoulders tightly, looking over him to check if the coast was still clear and your sister wasn't creeping down the stairs to find you fucking her fling. but your thoughts were brushed away as soon as jaehyun started sliding inside you, your eyes fluttering shut and letting out a small whine at the feeling of his cock stretching you out and you remembered you had only been with one other guy before so maybe you should have given jaehyun a heads up not to push so quickly inside you but there was no time for that as he was already completely in you and you heard him groan against the skin of your neck.

"you're so fucking tight." he gasped as you slowly started moving on top of him with the help of his hands that guided your hips in a perfect rythm. one of his hands came up to tug at your hair, pulling your head slightly back so he could devour your neck while you softly moaned his name. you knew it had to be quick, you thought you might just die if your sister walked in on you two and maybe you should've choosen a better place to have sex than on the living room floor but you were both young and the hormones couldn't wait. the heat of your bodies mixing up with the heat of the summer day was uncomfortable but being close to him wasn't and you decided to ignore the amount of sweat and stickiness that was starting to form on your bodies.

you slowly felt the feeling in your stomach intensifying and you could feel his cock twitching inside you, which just made you press your body even closer to his. you felt him start thrusting up into you to help you out as your legs started to get worned out and it didn't take long until your nails were digging into the back of his shoulders as your orgasm washed all over you causing your body to jerk forward and shake against him, trying your best to hold your loud moans inside you, only letting escape small little whimpers.

you felt the grip that jaehyun had on your hair tighten and even though it hurt a little, it felt better when he shot his warm liquid inside you and it was such an incredibly attractive sight to see him throw his head back and softly moan while his orgasm hit him. but because you weren't exactly the luckiest person in the world you started to hear commotion upstairs and you quickly got off jaehyun's lap, not having time to clean up before you had to put your shorts and top on again as jaehyun did the same thing and it was just in time as your sister walked down the stairs and towards you and you could swear your heart almost jumped out of your mouth.

"why were you taking so long?" she stood next to jaehyun and he looked up at her smiling, getting up and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"we were watching friends." he came up with an excuse as you looked at the tv and remembered why you were there in the first place.

"well c'mon. you're not here to babysit my sister and i wanna show you some new tapes i got." she quickly grabbed his hand and started pulling him away before jaehyun turned his head around and gave you one last smirk, walking off to your sister's bedroom.

you sighed in relief as she hadn't noticed anything weird going on but you knew the next few days would be a challenge, having to walk around each other like nothing ever happened and even if you told yourself that it couldn't happen again, you knew that it would.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #jung jaehyun smut #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #nct 127 imagines #nct imagines

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transraptortrainer · 4 years

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Brooklyn unboxes Kenji's feelings about a certain fanny-pack-wearing, Anky-loving boy they know... Inspired by @theswampspirit 's post!

[FANFIC | Rated T for mild language. Spoilers for Camp Cretaceous S1!]

It was yesterday when they had found it. Footprints by the monorail, both that of small shoes and small dinosaur feet, trailed their way towards the main park. It was the first and only sign that their friend Ben had survived the attack by the pteranodons, and was still on the island with them.

However, despite their optimism, the kids had yet to find anything else. Rainfall soon after had washed away what remained of the prints, and even then, they were at least a day behind Ben - wherever he was going.

From the south dock, they traveled north to the golf course and reluctantly decided to settle there for the night. Small buildings, parking lots for carts, and rest stops for golfers dotted the grassy plains here. Brooklyn and Kenji remained at a concrete building, keeping the fire going as Darius and the others searched for supplies in the surrounding shops.

Brooklyn dipped a rag into a small creek and wrung it out slightly. Little bird baths like these were all the kids could manage so far. Unless they found some hot running water at the hotels in the main park, they wouldn't exactly be at their freshest until they were rescued. Not the greatest state of affairs, but "kinda clean" was better than "brachy-behind air quality".

To her right, Kenji sat, exhausted by their long day of travel. Brooklyn thought about the kind of person she had assumed Kenji to be when they first met, and then compared that to who he ended up being. Sure, he was still a jerk, but only sometimes. Perhaps the most surprising change was how distraught the boy had been after the group had lost Ben.

The fanny pack, previously dubbed "dork pouch", was tied around his waist, where it had been for days now. He never removed it. Even when Yaz offered to carry it instead, he refused to give it up. At first it was just...sad...it stood as a reminder that they had lost a friend. Brooklyn had wondered if she was the only one who was tired of looking at it and being reminded of the guilt.

But then there was yesterday. Sammy had spied the prints in the ground and was tied with Kenji for being the first to utter the idea that Ben was still out there. Ever since then, Kenji seemed more like himself. More like everything was alright in his world.

"You really do miss him, huh?" Brooklyn asked, airing her thoughts in the vaguest possible way.

"What?" Kenji replied, baffled. "No! Who are we talking about? I mean, what kind of monster wouldn't miss his friend-"

Brooklyn watched speculatively as the boy floundered at the question. It was hilarious, honestly, because who wouldn't think that Kenji, the idiotically boastful yet resourceful smartass, struggling to respond to a simple question was funny? And let's be real, that use of "friend" felt all the more ridiculous as Kenji's hand instinctively rested on the fanny pack around his waist.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow and returned to wiping the dirt from her face and hairline. In the past day, the chance that Ben might still be alive felt so much greater. And on another note, it brought her a lot of guilt considering how quickly she assumed the frail, clumsy germaphobe hadn't made it. She had to hope that Ben's feelings wouldn't be hurt. But those signs they had found...it had to mean something.

"I'm just saying, you've seemed in muuuuch better spirits since yesterday," Brooklyn replied, dragging her sneakers in the loose dirt and piling up a shapeless mound. "Out of all of us, I know you were the most...lost by what happened."

Kenji scanned Brooklyn's face cautiously, some form of shock in his eyes. Maybe being raised a rich, only child with absent parents had something to do with it, but he always seemed so surprised by how well everyone read him. Maybe more so by the way no one took his bullshit for an answer.

"M-maybe," he finally said. He rubbed a palm against his neck, his brows furrowing. "Maybe!" he said again, seemingly just in case Brooklyn hadn't heard the first time. He looked at the ground, a smile coming across his face, but only briefly. "I wonder how he's doin' out there…"

Brooklyn rinsed the towel in the stream before snapping it dry and laying it out flat on the rail. "If I know him, he's probably desperately searching for some sanitizer," she joked with a chuckle.

"If he's not camped out by a log he also tripped on earlier!" Kenji retorted, and the pair's laughter echoed around the clearing, accompanied by the crackle of the fire.

However, it wasn't long after that Kenji grew quiet yet again. Brooklyn could tell this was one of those rare moments where he actually thought before he spoke. Leaned over his knee, he propped his head up on his hand. "But I wonder if he thinks he's alone here…"

That's a lot of wondering he's doing, Brooklyn thought. She had half the mind to make a joke about him using his brain too much, but that kind of sarcastic reply seemed more like Yaz's territory. "C'mon, Kenji. If we didn't send help back from the mainland, there's no way his mother wouldn't have. He has to know that."

Kenji nodded slowly, his thumb tapping the fanny pack yet again. "Plus he's got Bumpy, right? Anky-saurus-es or whatever are tough! Not tough enough to take the Indominus, but…" he added.

"Right!" Brooklyn said with an affirming point of her finger. Whimsically, she plopped onto the concrete ledge across from Kenji and observed him more.

Now, she didn't want to come off as too people-watch-y. That couldn't be good for the size of Kenji's head. He'd probably say something about how everyone looks to him for guidance or something else indicative of his constant attention-seeking behaviors. But even now, Kenji seemed well within his own mind.

Still thinking about Ben, she decided.

The two of them were pretty sweet together. Kenji liked to act like he wasn't a fan of Ben's cuddly and apprehensive nature, but surely he couldn't have hated it that much. Why? Because any good content creator knows when there's more than meets the eye. Maybe Kenji just needed a little push to make him realize. And Brooklyn was a master reporter, of course. If there was one thing she knew, it's that people love to talk about themselves.

"Ben's probably thinking of us too, don't you think? If he's out there, I mean," she began, tipping her chin up to look at the glimmering stars. "Maybe even thinking of you right now."

Kenji stirred, a small, tired smile making its way into his voice. "What do you mean? After I was such a jerk to him, I kinda doubt it."

"Really?" Brooklyn turned back to him, surprised.

Gesturing uncomfortably, Kenji seemed to regret his word choice. "Just that...you know, I yelled at him. Said that stuff about Bumpy." His voice trailed off with a surprising guilt. "I - we took him for granted, and it was...shitty of us."

Brooklyn nodded quietly. "Buuut, you also saved his life, you know. I think it's pretty clear that you made him feel safer," she stated warmly, pressing her hands together.

Kenji shuffled awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the dirt. "You think so?" he asked, before quickly adding, "Not that it matters to me, obviously… Wait, did he tell you that?"

Could he have been making it any more obvious? Brooklyn giggled, rolling her eyes. "You could call it intuition, or just common sense, seeing-things-because-I-have-eyes?" She lifted her legs onto the bench, laying with her back rested against the wall. "What do you think he'd be doing if he were here now, with us?"

"Besides churning up some kind of dino baby food for Bumpy?" Kenji said plainly, raising a brow. "He'd probably be flinching at every little noise, just like the rest of us, and clinging to m-" he cut himself off, a first ever blush faintly hitting his cheeks.

"Bingo…" Brooklyn exclaimed quietly with a wink. "Which brings me back to my first question, Mister Kon. You miss him, don't you?"

Kenji frowned. "If he was here clinging to my side, I'd obviously tell him to relax and let up his superhuman grip!" He paused, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Except I am kind of cold anyway, so if he wanted to sit with me then whatever."

"Soooo, you're telling me if we did find him," Brooklyn prodded. "You definitely wouldn't sweep him up in your arms and smile like the kid with the most candy bars on Halloween?"

"No!" Kenji replied indignantly. A moment passed. "...Well. Ugh, don't rule it out, I guess. Should've known you were just trying to get me to admit something embarrassing…"

She smiled softly, placing her hand on her chest proudly. "Well, Brooklyn is the name, annoying pestering is the game."

#benji #camp cretaceous #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jw:cc #ben pincus #kenji kon #i can't find what Brooklyn's last name is help #camp Cretaceous spoilers #fanfic

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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THE BASTERDS’S ANGELS

Somewhere in a safe place in the French countryside, a group of armed men prepared themselves for the mission they were sent for: killing Nazis and sending fear through the ranks of the Wehrmacht based in France.

And until now, they managed to accomplish their work, as the German soldiers only knew them as The Basterds.

Led by Lieutenant Aldo Raine, those volunteers took pleasure in killing and terrifying their foes, as many of the Basterds were Jewish.

Looking at his men, Aldo smirked: he could not wait to hunt down new Nazis.

"I know that look. Looking for new scalps, darling?"

Smiling, he turned and saw the woman he cherished the most.

"You know me too well, honey."

"That's why we're husband and wife!"

"Ya damn right, Winona."

The woman named Winona was, indeed, Aldo's wife. Born in the Cherokee tribe, this woman was the embodiment of the Native American female warrior: athletic, wise, loyal, and brave.

Moreover, she was the only woman in this group. Some people would think that a woman had nothing to do in the U.S. Army.

But quoteth Donny, "She kills more nazis in one day than I kill in three days."

The Cherokee woman has already won the respect of her peers since the first day in France. Besides, she gained a gruesome reputation among the Nazis based in France. They called her "The Cherokee Amazon."

The Apache and the Cherokee: a match made in heaven who took their enemies in hell...

Aldo put his arm around her shoulders:

"Can ya believe it, honey? You and I, in France, killing fascists... How pleasant it is!"

"I agree."

"It's like our honeymoon!"

Winona laughed at this statement.

"Well, a very blood-thirsty honeymoon. But honestly, I would never imagine killing Nazis without you, Aldo!"

"Aw, sweetie! Ya know how to talk to me!" he grinned before kissing her.

A sweet moment interrupted by the booming voice of Donny Donowitz, aka "The Bear Jew."

"Aw, look at those lovebirds!"

"Damn ya, Donny! I was enjoying this moment!"

"We have noticed!" smirked Wicki.

Raine rolled his eyes but smirked. His men are the best among the best, especially when it comes to killing Nazis.

They all came from different backgrounds, had various faiths, but for sure, they were more than ready to wipe out the Third Reich.

Of course, among his men, there was Donny Donowitz, a sturdy chap from Boston and the other leader of the group. This man gained the nickname of "Bear Jew" after he bashed the skull of dozens of Nazis with his prized baseball bat.

Then, you have Wilhelm Wicki, who fled his native Austria after the Anchlüss. Probably one of the oldest members of this group, his remarkable marksmanship made him a feared sniper.

Sitting next to Wicki was Hugo Stiglitz, a former German soldier. He hated the regime to the core, and he managed to kill 13 Gestapo officers. The Basterds get him out of his jail, and now, Hugo became one of them. More silent than some of his teammates, he easily scared people around him.

Near them, a young man was quietly reading a book, enjoying this peaceful moment. This young man was Smithson Utivich, another Jewish-American soldier. Like his friends, he enrolled in this group to save the remaining European Jews from Nazism's clutches. Even if he was not the most impressive, he excelled at killing Nazis.

The one next to Utivich, who was taking a small rest, was Omar Ulmer, his best friend. A remarkable soldier, Private Ulmer often works along with Smithson and Donny during his missions. Fast and efficient, the Nazis did not stand a chance against him.

Not far from Omar, his friend Gerold Hirschberg was laughing with his comrades. Hirschberg was considered a loyal and cheerful friend by his fellow Basterds. However, his hot-tempered character made him the official trouble seeker of the group, as he often found himself in danger.

The other man talking with Hirshcberg was named Michael Zimmermann. He has the two roles of driver and explosives expert. The Germans muttered that he was a crazy man who escaped from an asylum. But the truth was that Michael only became mad when he saw a swastika. But for the Basterds, he was a pleasant companion and a joyful friend.

Sitting at his right, his best friend named Simon Sakowitz was tidying his medical stuff. Before the war, he was a brilliant medicine student, but he decided to put his studies on hiatus to enroll in the army. Simon was a skilled and efficient doctor in his group and also an appreciated friend.

Smoking a cigarette, Andy Kagan smirked while looking at his teammates. The young Mister Kagan came from a wealthy family and started a promising acting career in Hollywood until he decided to rescue his people in Europe. He was the spy of the group, a master of manipulation and charm.

Leaning against a tree, Archie Hicox looked at his allies with a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. This British officer was the last addition to the group. In the beginning, the MI5 spy did not get along with the Basterds, as he saw them as a bunch of crazy rednecks while the others considered him as a snobbish man. But the more they worked together, the most they trusted each other, and mutual respect started to settle between them.

All those men were here in France for one reason: killing Nazis.

Something they excelled, as they did earlier, as they exterminated an entire patrol an hour ago.

Now, they enjoyed a moment of calm to relax before reaching another town.

Suddenly, Aldo gently stroke Winona's cheek and said:

"Get ready, my lady. We're gonna move!"

"At your orders, Mr. Raine!" smirked the woman as she started to pick up her belongings.

Smiling, the Lieutenant turned to his men and exclaimed:

"Get up, boys! We move!"

"Uh? What? What's going? Are we attacked?" asked Omar, startled.

"Nah, Omar. The Lieutenant just said we're moving. Get up now!" explained Donny.

"Where are we going?" asked Simon.

"Probably somewhere near Fontainebleau. At least, we have to get closer to Paris," replied Utivich.

"Exactly, Smitty! I hope I will have time to pay my debt off once we got there!" sighed Zimmermann as he finished packing up his stuff.

As he picked his backpack, Hirschberg noticed Hugo, who trimmed his knife in his bag. Smirking, the young Basterd came nearer to his comrade. A little game that Andy and Wicki had noticed.

"Oh my Lord! Here we go again! Will Hirschberg never learn his lessons?" sighed the Austrian.

"I wonder how it will end this time: will Hirschberg have a kicked butt or a broken nose?" smirked the American.

Meanwhile, Gerold was close to Hugo and said with an authoritative tone:

"C'mon, Stiglitz! Hurry up! We have to go!"

The German deserter turned and glared at his teammate:

"Lass mich in Ruhe, Hirschberg." (Leave me alone, Hirschberg).

"Why do I fear the worst?" sighed Simon as he pinched the bridge of the nose.

He counted how many times he healed the bruises on Hirschberg after the latter tried to pick up on someone stronger than him.

At the same time, Hirschberg teased Hugo while the latter tried to contain his anger. But his patience was running thin...

"Ich werde es dir nicht zwei mal sagen." (I won't tell you twice).

"Aw, come on! Don't look at me like that! I am trying to tell you that you're a bit slow!"

"Stop that, Gerold! You're going to regret it!" smirked Andy.

Indeed, Hugo was pissed off by Gerold. Fuming, he took his knife and put it on Hirschberg's throat.

"Leave me alone. Now!" growled the German man.

Gulping, the young Basterd raised his hands in defeat.

"O-OK, Stiglitz. I stop. Can you lower your knife, please?"

Growling, Hugo put his knife back in his vest while Gerold ran away.

"We told you that you're going to have trouble, Geri!" snickered Michael.

As for Wicki, he turned to Hugo and asked:

"War es notwendig, Hirschberg einen Schrecken einzujagen, Hugo?" (Was it necessary to scare Hirschberg, Hugo?)

"Er ist eine Nervensäge." (He is a pain in the ass.) snarled Hugo as he walked towards Donny and Omar.

Wilhelm rolled his eyes and muttered:

"Ich schwöre bei Gott, die würden mich wahnsinnig machen!" (I swear to God, they would drive me crazy!)

"C'MON, BOYS! WE HAVE A LONG ROAD!" yelled Aldo as he led the march along with Winona.

Soon, all the commando started their long road across the French countryside. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to make an encounter that would change their lives for a long time...

Meanwhile, Maddie and Ada wandered through the forest, looking for shelter.

A little earlier, they had almost been spotted by a German patrol, which had scared them.

Now, their priority was to find a safe place while they waited for help.

As they walked through the woods, Maddie saw a cave:

"Look, aunty! A shelter!"

"Well done, Maddie! Let's go!"

They rushed to the hiding place and checked that nothing was inside.

Once assured that they were alone, Ada ordered her niece:

"Listen to me, Maddie: you're going to stay here and make no noise, okay?"

"What about you? What are you going to do?" asked the little girl.

"I'll try to find something to eat. Keep quiet, do you understand?"

Maddie nodded. Smiling, Ada stroked her head:

"I'll be back soon, I promise!"

Then, she walked away while Maddie hid behind a rock.

The young girl hated being alone. Of course, she knew that it was necessary. But the truth was that she was scared.

She was afraid to be alone, at the mercy of the Germans. After all, what could a seven-year-old girl do when faced with armed soldiers?

And then, who knew what could happen to her aunt?

Well, the little girl knew that Ada was capable of defending herself. But if anything happened to her, she would not be able to survive.

Suddenly, she heard voices and footsteps approaching the cave. Covering her mouth and trying to be as hidden as possible, Maddie tried to figure out who had just arrived.

She kept her ears open and listened to the conversation:

"Great, guys! We can stop here!"

"Finally, it's about time! We must have been walking for hours, and my legs are killing me!"

"Stop complaining, Gerold!"

"Oh no! You're not going to start bickering again!"

Maddie was intrigued: these people seemed to be speaking in English. Well, at least she wasn't dealing with Nazis, which was good news.

But what were these people doing here?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear anyone enter the cave until a man's voice asked:

"What on earth are you doing here?"

Horrified, she looked up and saw a medium-sized man staring at her with a surprised look.

As for Omar, he did not expect to find a child alone in a place like this.

He called his boss:

"Lieutenant, come and see!"

"What?" asked Aldo, who arrived in his turn and saw the little girl.

"Look at that! It's quite funny!"

"What's going on?" asked Wicki.

For all answers, the two men came out of the cave, escorting Maddie. The little girl was looking at the rest of the group with a frightened look.

"It seems that our hideout already had an occupant!" declared Hicox.

"But who's crazy enough to leave a kid all alone in the wild?" exclaimed Michael.

"I don't know," muttered Andy.

Simon, in his role as a doctor, walked over to the girl:

"I need to check her out. Who knows, maybe she needs treatment?"

"Do your job, doc!"

Sakowitz kneeled in front of Maddie and asked her:

"Do you speak English?"

She hesitantly replied with a small voice:

"Y-Yes, doctor!"

"Aw, ain't she cute?" smiled Donny.

"Low your voice, Don. She is scared!" said Winona while looking at the young girl.

Meanwhile, Simon carefully examined Maddie. He realized that she might suffer from malnutrition.

"Oh God, look how thin she is!"

He turned to Aldo.

"Lieutenant, do we have some food to give her?"

"For sure! Omar, gimme some bread, would ya?"

"Right now, sir!" replied Ulmer as he threw a piece of bread.

Raine caught it and handed the bread to Maddie.

"Here, ya can have some!"

Hesitantly, the little girl took the bread and muttered:

"Thank you!"

"Cute and polite: you must be a lovely little person!" smirked Archie.

Maddie took a bite and ate slowly, enjoying the taste of the bread.

"Poor little thing! She must not have eaten for days!" declared Wicki.

Winona came nearer and asked:

"What's your name, little one?"

Once she finished her mouthful, the little girl replied:

"Maddie Mandelbaum!"

"Okay, Maddie. Now, tell me: what are you doing here, all alone?"

Looking around, Maddie replied:

"It's because I flee!"

"What do you flee?"

For an answer, Maddie picked her necklace and showed a silver Star of David.

That's all it took for the Basterds to understand what Maddie was trying to escape.

"I see... You're a Jew, right?"

The little girl nodded.

"I see... But what are you doing by yourself?"

"I'm not alone: my auntie went to get food."

"Well, okay. And what's your auntie's name?" asked Smithson.

A female voice answered:

"Why don't you ask me?"

Everyone turned to Ada, who was holding a bag over her shoulder.

The young woman looked suspiciously at this troop. Even though they were not wearing Wehrmacht uniforms, she did not want to take the risk of crossing paths with Gestapo soldiers.

"Well, I guess you're the famous aunt?" asked Omar.

"Indeed. I am Adela Mandelbaum. And you?"

"We are American... with a German deserter, an American-Austrian soldier, and a British officer," replied Andy.

Sighing with relief, Ada put down her bag.

"At least there's some good news in this mess!"

Maddie rushed to her aunt and said:

"Ce sont des gens bien, tata. Ils m’ont donné du pain!" (They're good people, Auntie. They gave me bread!)

Aldo walked over to Ada and introduced himself:

"Lieutenant Aldo Raine, nice to meet ya. So like this, you're the one who manages survival?"

"Yes, indeed."

"I see. And how long have ya been alone?"

"I don't know. I'm more concerned about escaping the Germans than counting the days."

Aldo nodded before replying:

"And I suppose you're hiding because you're Jewish, Imma right?"

Ada sighed.

"Exactly."

Donny spoke up:

"Lieutenant, we can't leave them alone. They'll get caught by the Krauts!"

"But they're civilians: we can't afford to have potential targets with us!" grumbled Hirschberg.

Hugo glared at him:

"Put yourself in the kid's shoes: would you like to be left at the mercy of those sickos? I don't think so."

Simon added:

"Besides, if they stay with us, they'll be safe. What do you think, Lieutenant?"

Raine massaged the back of his neck, doubtful.

"It's true that having two civilians with us can be a problem..."

He met his wife's gaze as she stared at him pleadingly. And if there was one person who could make Aldo Raine give in, it was Winona.

He sketched a smile:

"But as ya seem to me two brave women, it seems logical to me that ya stay with us!

This decision was greeted with enthusiasm by the rest of the team.

"I thank you for your help."

"No worries. After all, several of my guys are Jewish."

The young woman asked:

"Before I forget, Lieutenant Raine..."

"Yes, Miss?"

"What is your mission here?"

At these moments, she saw all the Basterds sketch a toothy grin. And the Lieutenant's answer did not hide their intentions:

"We parachuted into France for one mission and one mission only: to kill Nazis!"

Hugo asked:

"Doesn't that cause you problems?"

At these words, he saw a gleam in Ada's eye that he knew all too well. He could see the sorrow and hatred for the Nazis in her brown orbs.

And the determined tone of her voice confirmed his impression:

"On the contrary, it pleases me to hear that my people are being avenged. Hitler's foot soldiers stole my life and threatened my niece. I lost my family, and I don't know if they are alive or if those Gestapo goons shot them!"

She turned to Aldo and declared:

"Lieutenant, I know I look like a simple damsel in distress, but I want revenge. I want to make them pay for the evil they've done."

Impressed by this sudden determination, Aldo asked:

"What can ya do?"

"I'm an excellent shot, and I can fight."

"That's not so ladylike, coming from a young woman!"

Ada smiled:

"Who said I was ladylike?"

"My aunt is the best in the world... right after Mom!" pointed Maddie.

Aldo smirked and held out his hand.

"In that case, welcome to the team, Ada! Just so you know, if you join this commando, you owe me 100 Nazi scalps!"

Without hesitation, Ada grasped the outstretched hand and shook it in agreement.

"I will settle that debt, Lieutenant. And I will die trying if I have to!"

"That's what I like to hear!"

"But I want you to promise to look out for Maddie, no matter what!"

"PROMISED!" exclaimed the Basterds.

At that moment, Maddie's face lit up with an adorable smile that seemed to shine through the dim light of the Fontainebleau woods. Now she had nothing to fear from the Germans because now she had found guardian angels armed with guns and baseball bats.

As for Ada, it was a new life for her that began. She was not a prey anymore. Now, she was the predator.

The Germans better start running because she won't have mercy. And Ada Mandelbaum always kept her words...

Thanks for the reading!

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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qingxin-s · 3 years

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༉₊˚✧ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: she was a journalist, adamant on gaining information about the heroes she adored so much. he was a up and coming hero. could i make it anymore obvious?

word count: 2,742

genre: slow burn, strangers to lovers

warning(s): cussing, slight mention of attempted assault, not proof-read, reuploaded from my old account

Closing her door with a click, she let out a sigh- a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. Today had been…rough to say the least. Her only day off work in 3 months and she had to spend it chasing up reports from her employees, reading through them and then the cherry on top: having to buy a fresh set of clothes because a truck decided to speed past her, straight through a muddy puddle.

A meow sounded through her apartment, the clicking of claws on her tiled floor echoing. At least someone was happy to see her.

“Yes, I’m back” She mumbled as she crouched to the floor, running her hands through her cats silky fur. Instead of taking the route her friends took, settling down with a partner and maybe even having kids, she decided that work was more her thing. Meaning life was pretty simple for (Y/N)- simple, but lonely. All she had was her cat, Minx, but she managed to convince herself that was enough.

She stumbled into her kitchen, the time on her clock reading 11:35 pm. Damn, she didn’t even realize she was out for that long. It was too late for her to cook a full meal now- it would require too much effort. So instead, she settled on some chicken ramen and called it a night.

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“Work you stupid thing” The girl hissed as she slapped her computer screen, the loading bar almost taunting her. She really wasn’t in the mood for this today. First her day off was stolen from her, then she got drenched in puddle water and then…she was called into work at 6am.

Why she went into this line of work was beyond her. She enjoyed it at first, but slowly she lost passion for it- and passion was important in a job like this. She was a reporter, a very well renowned one at that. You’d tune into your local news channel and see her name in block capitals. And her specialty? Heroes.

She was notorious for being pushy, stopping at nothing to get the interviews she desired. Hell, she even managed to score one with Endeavour.

“Ma'am, I’m really sorry to bother you but can you check this article for me?” One of her employees asked shyly, breaking her from her train of thought. It was her intern, Izuku, stood with a thick stack of paper tucked between his arms. He was young, much younger than any other intern she had hired before. But he had spirit- and that’s all that mattered.

“You’re not bothering me at all, in fact you saved me from breaking my computer” She smiled, happily taking the stack from his arms. In all honesty, he was one of her favourite employees she had. Young, intelligent, actually excited to do his job. She cleared her throat as she skimmed over the paper, taking in every detail.

“Hawks, huh? He’s very new to the hero world right?” (Y/N) hummed as she flicked through the pages, and he nodded his emerald haired head eagerly.

“Yep! He’s gained a lot of attention recently, and when I reached out to him- he said he’d be more than happy to do an interview!” He exclaimed, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Grabbing her f/c coat from the back of her chair, she began walking- beckoning for him to follow her.

“C'mon then, kid. Let’s go meet him”

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Turns out, Hawks was very happy to do an interview with her agency. He agreed to meet up with them in a local café, and as they were waiting she spotted Izuku chewing his nails anxiously.

“You nervous?” (Y/N) asked as she took a sip of her coffee, and he smiled at her sheepishly. She completely understood, she was nervous when she conducted her first ever interview. But she believed in him. She reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

“You’ve got this” She grinned, and he exhaled. The door bell chimed and he stood up immediately, the hero they were waiting on walking in. He looked young- maybe around her age- and he carried himself in a very odd manner. Blonde, unkept hair that fell around his stubbly face. Large crimson wings that sprouted from his back. She didn’t even notice she was staring until Izuku cleared his throat.

“T-thank you so much for coming!” He greeted nervously, eagerly shaking the heroes’ hand. Hawks sent him a smile as he sat beside him, scratching the back of his head.

“Of course. Anything for your bosses agency” He grinned, and their eyes met for a split second. His bosses agency? So he knew who she was? He had read some of her works? They held the eye contact, his golden orbs softening- and she quickly looked away. Maybe this new hero was more interesting that she thought.

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The sky had turned gold when they had finally finished up, it’s soft glow bathing them as they stepped out of the café. The interview had gone surprisingly well considering how little experience her intern had. He was evidentially anxious as he asked the first few questions, but that melted away very quickly. And after ordering him a taxi home, she was left alone with the hero in question.

“Thank you so much for doing that, Hawks. He was so excited when he came into my office earlier” The h/c haired girl smiled as she did up the buttons to her coat, but she still shivered. It had quickly turned cold, the breeze assaulting her as it blew through her. Hawks chuckled quietly as he ran a hand through his messy locks.

“It was my pleasure. The kid seems really into it” He smiled, and she nodded her head in agreement. Before she could say anything else, the phone on his belt pinged- and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Sorry, I’ve gotta take this. But I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around” He winked and in a split second, he was gone. What did he mean…he’d see her around?

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A few weeks had passed since their initial interview with the winged hero, and in that time his popularity had grown massively. He was on the cover of local newspapers, he was featured in adverts for food products, he even had fangirls.

Speaking of, even they loved Izuku’s interview. Critics praised it for being so professional, so well put together. Which of course, made the boy beam. And has a treat, she decided to take him out for some ramen.

“This is so good!” He hummed happily with a mouthful of noodles, making her laugh. Her head was buzzing a little from the beer she had drunk to accompany her food, she could feel her face flush because of it.

“I’m glad, you deserved it” She grinned, and he shoved more food into his mouth in reply. Leaning back slightly in her seat she sighed, swirling the contents of her drink around in her glass. Since the interview, she just couldn’t help but think of Hawks. He was just so…so captivating. The door of the ramen shop creaked open, but she couldn’t be bothered to look up and see who it was.

“Can I get some chicken ramen, please?” A familiar voice sounded, and she heard her intern slam his chopsticks down onto the wooden table.

“Hey, you okay?” She quickly asked, his face bright red as he pointed towards the doorway. In all his glory stood Hawks, his gloved hands shoved into his pant pockets as he waited for his order- and Izuku jumped up from the table to go greet him. They exchanged a few words before the hero looked over at their table, smirking slightly- and they both walked over.

“Good evening” Hawks greeted, sliding into the seat beside Izuku, who was beaming. She smiled slightly as she put her drink down on the table, stretching slightly.

“Chicken ramen, huh? Not what I expected” She grinned as she nodded to his wings, earning a chuckle from him. (Y/N) was never any good at small talk, so she was happy to see that her small joke received a good response.

“Hey, I’m a hawk. There’s a difference” He teased back, leaning in his seat to get more comfortable. All whilst her intern looked between the two with a grin on his face. He had finished his bowl, and he seemed content.

“Thank you so much again for the interview! It did really well, so (Y/N) treated me to ramen!” He beamed, and Hawks smirked at her slightly. He folded his arms over his chest in a comfortable gesture.

“Oh yeah, she sounds like a great boss” The blonde replied, sending her a wink. Damn…so smooth. The waiter quickly brought over his bowl of ramen, and he quickly tucked in.

“Hey, Izuku, when do you need to be back home?” (Y/N) asked suddenly as she plucked up her bag from the seat beside her- and the green haired boy hummed in response, thinking carefully. The rest of the customers chatted happily amongst themselves, filling the shop in a comfortable atmosphere.

“Any time really!” He finally answered, and she smiled at how excitable she was. Pulling out her purse, she pulled out 5,000¥ and placed it on the table- enough to pay for all 3 of their meals and leave a tip for the workers. She beckoned for Izuku to follow her and before they could leave, she looked over her shoulder.

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around” She winked, leaving Hawks with a pink face.

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The office had quickly turned dark since the rest of her workers left and when she checked her computer clock- she was shocked to discover that it was 11pm. So she gathered her things, threw her coat over her shoulder and turned off the office lights. It was cold and wet when she stepped outside, so she shivered and wasted no time making her way home.

Cars whirred past her as she walked across the wet pavement, willing her body to go faster. She just wanted to get home to her warm cat, warm bed and cold leftovers in her fridge. As she walked, she couldn’t help but notice the second pair of footsteps quickly approaching behind her.

‘It’s just nothing, you’re fine (Y/N)’ She thought to herself as she clutched her housekeys in her pocket. But as the footsteps sped up she knew that wasn’t the case. A hand suddenly smacked onto her shoulder and spun her around, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hey, pretty lady” The stranger slurred, and she could smell the alcohol on their breath- making her shrink away even more. They leaned closer towards her and she quickly shoved them off, breaking into a sprint whilst they were distracted. Her chest heaved as she ran, contracting as she gasped for breath. One minute she was on her feet, the next- she felt herself falling.

She had tripped on a stray crack in the pavement, and she landed on the wet ground with a large thump. As she tried to scramble to her feet she could see the stranger gaining on her, their face contorted in anger.

“You bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!” They yelled, but before they could reach her- she felt herself being picked up, and she was pressed against something warm. The wind harshly whipped her h/c locks around her face, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. And before she knew it, tears began leaking down her face- staining her cheeks.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay” She heard him coo as they landed on a nearby rooftop, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Her chest continued to heave as she tried her best to steady her breathing, all whilst Hawks rubbed her back gently.

“Let’s get you home” He whispered as he placed a kiss on top of her head, and all she could do was nod.

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Keigo yawned as he stretched his arms, his legs up on the desk. He had barely slept last night after returning the journalist home. All he could think about was the possible outcomes if he had been late. Would she have gotten hurt? Would she even still be alive? But he didn’t want to think so negatively, so he shook his blonde head- as if to shake the thoughts from his mind. A knock sounded on the door, and he perked his head up.

“Yeah?” He called, signaling for the person to enter and they did. It was one of the agencies assistances, and in their hands was a large cup of coffee and a takeaway bowl of chicken ramen. An odd combination, but one he loved.

“These were left at the desk for you, sir. With a note” The assistant explained as they placed the items down in front of him before hurrying off. He plucked the note up with careful fingers, his face quickly heating up as he skimmed through it.

Hawks,

Thank you for last night, I really appreciate it. I don’t know how to properly express my gratitude, so I thought maybe you’d appreciate these.

Also, I booked a table for us tonight. At the same ramen shop as before. I hope to see you there.

Thank you

- (Y/N) x

“You smooth, smooth journalist” Keigo grinned as he took a sip from the coffee, shaking his head once more.

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(Y/N) tapped her foot anxiously as she stood waiting outside the small store. An hour had passed since their designated time slot, and she couldn’t help but feel sad. Maybe last night was just a one off. He was a hero after all, it was his duty to save people in need. He was probably too busy for her. As she was about to turn and leave with her head hung low, she heard heavy footsteps.

“I’m sorry I’m so late! There was this guy running around stealing handbags, and I couldn’t keep up!” Hawks exclaimed as he ran up to her, and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, his usually messy hair slick back in a tidy manner.

“These are for you” He beamed as he handed them to her, and she happily accepted them. She even went as far as to stand on her tip toes and place a kiss on his freshly shaven face.

“Shall we go inside, Hawks?” She grinned, and his hand hovered over the spot she had kissed. He quickly recovered however, wrapping an arm around her waist as he opened the door for her with his other hand.

“Call me keigo”

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The battle that ensued was deadly, it had her on edge. Keigo insisted on her staying out of it, he couldn’t bare to see her get hurt. But she wouldn’t take that for an answer, so she hung back with the medics and the other students. She wanted to be there for him- she wanted to help in anyway she could. (Y/N) knew her quirk wasn’t particularly strong, so did he.

One minute all was calm as they awaited news from what was happening on the battlefield. The next, chaos ensued- and medics filled the scene.

“(Y/N)! Get back!” She heard Tokoyami yell as a stretcher was maneuvered around everyone and finally placed on the dusty ground. They had never really spoken much before, she only knew of him due to the fact that Keigo had taken him under his wing and taught him everything he knew. And as she approached the stretcher, she understood why.

Lying there was Keigo…her love. Covered in bandages and burns peaking through in the places his skin was exposed.

“What happened to him?!” She cried as she rushed towards him, even though Tokoyami tried so desperately to hold her back. His heart hurt as he watched the scene, he knew how much Hawks meant to her.

“He…he got caught up in Dabi’s fire blast. His wings- they’re gone! They may never grow back!” He yelped as he struggled to keep hold of her, even Dark Shadow was trying his best to keep her contained. But she broke free from his embrace and she rushed towards the stretcher. Keigo’s eyes fluttered open slightly, looking around as best as he could. Until he spotted her. Her h/c hair bellowing behind her as she rushed towards him, her e/c hues filled with tears. And like an angel emerging from the heavens, she came to him- crouching beside him with her eyebrows knitted in concern.

“You’re okay now, it’s okay” She whispered, and that was all he needed.

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gh0sture · 3 years

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Under the Sea

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader

Part 2, Meet the gang

You've never been particularly good at meeting new people or making good first impressions for that matter but this, by far, has to be your worst one yet. Your clothes are soaked still, your hair a sticky mess from the saltwater and your mouth is opening and closing lika a fish gasping for air as it flaps around on a bridge after being caught. It's not one of your best looks you'll admit but it is all you can offer at the moment given the circumstances.

You try to form coherent thoughts, you really do, but this is just way too much for you to take in. He reaches a hand out and you flinch before grabbing it to make an awkward shake.

This isn't just insane. This is completely knock-your-socks-off bonkers.

You feel as if you were looking at the golden gates of heaven themselves, not daring to look him in the eyes out of fear that you might go blind from the sheer radiance of his aura meanwhile the man in question just looked at you blankly. Possibly with a hint of disgust. Definitely a bit of disgust.

"The name's Trafalgar Law, captain of Polar tang" his handshake is firm and he looks at you expectantly while retrieving his hand and crossing his arms over his chest.

Neither of you say anything. He clears his throat but you give no reaction. Still staring at him like a five year old looking at a blackboard of university level algebra equations. He grimaces slightly at your behavior.

"Are you ok? I don't remember finding any trauma to your head, you should be fine" he grabs your chin and tilts your head around to inspect it disapprovingly in search of an injury. Although, he is an expert doctor so he would never miss any injuries, his pride wouldn't let him. This does nothing to soothe your symptoms though and doesn't exactly help with calming your heartbeat at all.

"I wouldn't have missed anything what's wrong with you" he mutters to himself when you finally managed to collect yourself enough to remove his hands.

"uhh no! no, i'm ok! thank you for ,uh, saving me by the way" this is the best and worst thing that have ever happened to you.

"it wasn't my choice" he deadpanned and turn back into the room to get a den-den mushi with a familiar penguin hat on it. Its so strange seeing on in real life. Although, you don't know if this is real life (is it just fantasy?). He proceeds to make a phone call (mushi-call? den-den call?) into it while you shift awkwardly on your feet in the hallway. Your feet ache from walking on the metal grid barefoot you had barely noticed until now. After exchanging a few words he walk over to the desk where he'd previously been sitting and open a journal, presumably to continue doing whatever he did before.

"One of my crew members will be here shortly to get you settled for now and give you some necessities. We reach a port in nine days where you can leave." his voice was calm and composed, like pouring molten chocolate into your ears even though the words themselves were less than pleasant. When he spoke you could feel your knees get weak and you feel tempted to ask him a question for the sole purpose of hearing him speak more. God this man was hot. You nodded at his statement at first, not really paying attention to what he had actually said until you realized that nothing he said had been actually registered in your head.

"Wait, what?" you asked. He doesn't look up from his writing but you can hear the mild annoyance in his voice when he answers.

"Looking at you, you are rather ill equipped for staying here until we reach a populated island. Since you don't have any money or anything valuable, my crew will provide for you until we reach the port where you can find another ship to go back wherever you came from...Whatever weird country that's supposed to be...Now go down the hallway, He should be there already to help you so leave me alone" you get the feeling that you'll loose a limb if you stick around longer so you turn to head down the hallway and find "Him" who you hoped would be more polite.

"Not that way" you hear from the study and you turn around to head down the other way, somewhat (very) embarrassed.

You really wished that your first time meeting a celebrity would've gone better, but then again they do say that you should never meet your heroes. Was he always this rude in the series and book? Sure he came across as a bit of a tsundere but he seemed at least approachable in the series. You don't have the charisma or extroverted superpowers that Luffy have so that is probably an important thing to consider. As you head down the hallway you come across a man walking in your direction pretty soon. He seem far more ok with your existence and even appear to lit up a bit when he sees you and give you a friendly wave. This is already going a lot better than last time.

"Yo! You're the one we found floating around yesterday! Nice to meet you, people around here call me Penguin" He gives you a wide yet genuine smile as he grab your hand and shake it enthusiastically before you even have the chance to reach out.

"thought you were a goner when we found you haha!So it's good to see that you're up n' about, c'mon let me show you a round!" he turn around to walk from where he had just come from while you follow behind him silently.

Penguin makes it his personal responsibility to keep a conversation going even if it's pretty one-sided but it's nice. Comforting even, as he went on about how nice the other crewmembers are with the exception of the captain but you shouldn't take what he says too personal as he's a bit misunderstood. He ask you different questions like your name, where you came from, complimenting you on your weird clothes, although it feels like that was mostly him being polite and you didn't have heart or energy to tell him that you're wearing PJ's. He doesn't mind your short answers and seems satisfied with the information he's able to divulge. To be fair you aren't sure how to answer since you don't know how you ended up here but also out of fear of ripping the space-time continuum open by telling him forbidden knowledge about his universe. It would be rather awkward explaining to him that you know a lot about them and what they've done/are about to do. You've technically stalked them through tv and books and if someone told you that they've been watching you, you would freak out. Rightfully so too. They might even think that you're a navy spy sent to gather information action for their arrest and they could kill you. Yeah, this is a mess and a half but you'll burn this bridge when you get to it. You did tell him your name though and he doesn't seem to suspect you working for some nefarious organization so all is well.

He showed you where the important places in the submarine was such as the kitchen, living quarters, rec area and bathrooms. You still have trouble telling up from down will undoubtedly get lost but he assures you that after a while you'll know this maze like the back of your hand. After leaving the living quarters he guides you to the top deck to find someone else he says will help you so that he can get back to work.

The yellow ship had surfaced at a deserted summer island and everyone was outside enjoying the sun after spending several days in the dark of the ocean. You hadn't been down in the submarine for that long , at least not while being conscious, and was already getting a bit unnerved over how cold and cramped it was. As soon as the warm rays of light hit you both the cold and your worries melt away.

"Hey Ikkaku! You have to help the drifter get some clothes!" He yelled at a woman laying in a sun-chair on the deck with her eyes closed. The familiar heart pirates uniform was open to reveal a green tank top and an orange and yellow striped hat was laying beside her.

"Haah!? Why do I have to do it?" She sat up to glare at Penguin and was about to protest when she spotted you behind him. One second you were hiding behind Penguin and the next you're face to face with a very pretty woman with very poofy hair. Her glorious lion name bounces a bit as she hold up both your hands in hers and lean over a bit to stare into your eyes. Everyone is so tall here why is everyone so ridiculously tall. Anime proportions are wild.

"Oh my god!! We were so worried about you, we thought you were dead when we found you!" You felt uncomfortable with her being so close to your face and politely thanked her for saving you while doing your best to avoid eye contact.

"Oi! Where's your manners! They've been through a lot being stranded in the ocean have some respect!" He bops her on the head and she lets you go to tell him off (and/or punch him back) but she remembers the shiny new toy in front of her and settles for staring daggers at him instead.

"Oh shut yer trap" She stares at you intensely as if to make sure you wouldn't run away or vanish into thin air. It's kind of nice being fawned over like this, and clearly the crew enjoy having a visitor.

"It's so nice having a fresh face around, It's been years since Captain let anyone new stay onboard and being stuck with all the same jerks weeks on end gets a bit tiring you know. Now come on and let's go find you some proper clothes!" She grab your hand to drag you along back into the dark,dark depths of the submarine.

Oh joy. more cold, feet grating and claustrophobia.

"You're a bit smaller than everyone so we should probably ask Uni to sow it in for you if it's way too big" She says more to herself rather than you while handing you the classical white uniform with the heart pirates logo on the chest over your heart.

The woman who's name you had learned to be Ikkaku turn around and continued rummaging around the small closet in front of her in search of more clothes for you while you change into the white uniform when she isn't looking. It feels incredible to finally get out of those damp and sticky clothes and into something soft and warm instead. You are also the proud owner of a pair of fuzzy socks and black boots. Your poor abused feet are overjoyed that they no longer have to walk the metal grid of a thousand needles. Life is good.

"Once we get to the port of Pellar island you can probably trade your way to some more clothes but this should be fine for now"

In the little time you had spent with her you had learned quite the few things about the crew on the ship. For starters there were 21 members in the crew (including the captain), You were lucky number 22 according to Ikkaku, even though you aren't a part of the crew it's apparently better to have an even number of people aboard the ship. And hearing the stories of what they've been through it seems like you're their new rabbits foot. Since you're considered baggage or fancy cargo rather than someone useful she gives you some times on how to stay out the way, especially out if the captains way which you feel is probably a wise decision but you offer your help should she need it in the kitchen which she greatly appreciates. You hate feeling useless.

You can't help but wonder where you are in the Once Piece timeline as you rolled up the long sleeves of the uniform on your arms and legs for comfort. Had Luffy and Law already formed the alliance? Were you before the timeskip and the incident at Marine Ford? Maybe you were even ahead of the manga and anime itself in a future arc even. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Ikkaku pushed a bundle of toiletries into your arms involving a towel, a toothbrush, and a bar of soap.

"We haven't figured out where you'll sleep for the moment but it'll work out soon enough. Otherwise you can just sleep in a spare bed in the infirmary but come help me gather food from the island! We don't want to get scurvy while we're submerged!" She drag you away towards the deck after leaving your things in her room for safe keeping for now.

This woman is going to pull your arm off.

She seemed very sweet but all the touching and stereotypical anime arm-pulling is weird since you have literally just met. The way she smiles while asking you about your favourite foods and how she excitedly plan different recipes out loud make you almost forgive her though. Almost.

You move sluggishly towards Ikkaku's room to get the only material items you currently own in this world. Foraging for fruits and herb until nightfall was tiring but at least you didn't have to carry that much stuff, a guy with a black pompadour haircut had come along to help carry the crates of stuff you and Ikkaku gathered. He seemed very nice too, somewhat cocky though. You had asked Ikkaku for information on a certain Straw-hat pirate while making small talk and have come to the conclusion that he probably hasn't even started his adventure towards becoming the Pirate King yet. She didn't know who you were referring to and was even showed some seagull newspaper from their library but no info of the gummy monkey man could be found whatsoever. Since you recall him making news very early on in his "career" it's fair to assume that he hasn't gotten up to his mischief yet.

It feels a bit weird to be honest. To be in the prologue of the story like this and you have no idea what kind of things anyone other than the Strawhats and Luffy had been up to since the story followed them, maybe some vague details about Law's past and fragments from some characters backstories but this is all uncharted territory. Your thoughts are interrupted as you suddenly bump into someone and fell backwards. You reach your arms out like a bad imitation of a seagull in attempt to grab the wall but someone grabs you before you manage to take hold of anything. Your grab their shoulders to steady yourself and let go once you're back on your feet but they don't remove their hands from you. You look up to thank them for catching you when all the colour drains from your face and you realize who you're standing prom-slow-dance proximity to. It is but the one and only person you'd least want to embarrass yourself in front of. Again.

"Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid 22-ya" He looked down at you with what you assume to be the ghost of an amused smile or slight disgust. Probably disgust. Again. while you're distracted by his closeness and the humiliating event that is currently taking place. It could be much worse though, right? you can salvage this situation probably.

"Crap, sorry I was just zoned out.." You tried looking anywhere but his oh-so-handsome face to avoid you making this anymore awkward than it already was. You are not immune against handsome people after all. You tried moving away from him slightly but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders and could feel his gaze on you like needle pricks on your skin. you definitely do not dare looking him in the eye.

"You have to look where you're going or you might get seriously hurt next time" He mused. He may be attractive but he's definitely a jerk.

"It's impossible to see down here it's so dark..." you mutter under your breath and quickly move to side to walk past him, he let's go this time rejoice that your attempt to escape the harassing captain is successful, desperate to get away from this weird atmosphere you have created. Unfortunately for you, the universe have other plans as he start walking behind you in the same direction you are and boy, is it awkward.

After a bit of walking you start to get a bit suspicious though. Was he following you around, waiting for you to get lost so that he could make a smartass comment about it? He is the kind of person who would find great amusement in petty bullshit like that for sure but then again you do have a tendency of assuming the worst in every situation. You decide to test this theory out by steeping to the side and make as much room as you could in the hallway and drop down to pretend fixing your shoelace. Instead of trying to walk past you he stops completely right behind you. You move as slow as you can without arising suspicion but he so kindly wait patiently behind you. When you're done "tying your shoelace" and stand up to continue your journey he follows close behind.

Oh hell no.

You can handle rudeness but this is some psychological warfare or foul play that you want no part of. No matter how handsome the guy is you will not stand for this kind of fuckery. You make a sudden halt and quickly turn around to kindly tell him to fuck off.

"Do you need something from me?" you ask with as much calm you can currently muster, irritation building up behind your customer service smile but he doesn't say anything and only look at you with the same dumb face as before. Almost like he's sizing you up before a fight. Possibly with even more disgust this time.

This Motherfucker.

When he still doesn't say anything for several seconds you just decide to be the bigger person and turn around to start walking again. Of course, with him still following you. It's better to just ignore him and he'll go away, you know where you're going. You finally reached Ikkaku's room and gather up the few items that belong to you when he finally speak up.

"You don't have a room assigned yet right?" You gave him a somewhat puzzled look. That's what he needed to know? That is why he followed you?? To ask you this???

"No? why?" You admit cautiously, almost preparing for him to start fighting you or using his power to "confiscate" one of your organs. For a brief second you could've sworn you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes you know that something bad is brewing. The cogs of evil are turning in his mind and you know that whatever comes out of his mouth next will undoubtedly mean bad news for you.

"I have an idea"

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beanzykin · 3 years

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Spideychelle Valentines Day Special

Gif not by me

"C'mon dude, just suck it up, walk over to her, and give her the flowers." Ned pestered a flushed Peter. There was no way he could walk over to the most beautiful girl in the world and give her some lame flowers.

First off, he was nowhere near her cool factor. Secondly, does Mj even like flowers? And third, he was just stalling…

"That's hard, Ned!" He looked between Mj's locker and the exit behind him. "I know… This is just my payback for pushing me to ask Betty out on a date last week," Ned smiled at the thought of his new girlfriend. "That's completely different. Betty likes you, and it's painfully obvious that she'd say yes,"

Ned sighed for what felt like the trillionth time today. "And how was I supposed to know she'd say yes?" Peter stayed quiet for a second before realizing Ned was right.

"See. Now take your chances, it's Friday and most likely the last time you'll see her before Valentine's day,"

Before Peter was given the chance to reply, the bell saved him from being the next drawing in Michelle's crisis sketchbook.

"Welp, looks like fate said no." Ned protested at Peter's runaway, but he knew that his buddy had spiderman things to do.

No one would suspect the one and only Spiderman to have girl troubles. But when you're a huge dork underneath the spandex that-not to mention-has to stay a secret, well, then you're sorta screwed.

Leave it up to Flash to make Peter believe no one could love his geeky side.

Stumbling on his feet as he swiftly landed on a roof, Peter noticed an oddly familiar figure sitting in the side. He attempted to regain his balance while he made his way over to the entity.

"Hey," he softly greeted, feet kicking off the edge and looking out at the horizon in front of him. "Hey…, Spidey," It was Michelle. Why would Michelle be here?

"I- uhh...are you alright?" he asked timidly, still stunned at the sight of Michelle. “No, but that doesn’t matter at the moment,” Sceptical, Peter prepped his next question. “Sure it does, I mean, it should,” Mj just sighed, to her knowledge, spiderman didn’t know her, neither did he care for her feelings.

“Since when did ‘Spiderman’ care about a teenage girl’s boy troubles,” Well, the answer was never… But he was extremely interested in this particular teenage girl’s love life. “I’ll have you know I’m a teenager myself,” Bad move.

Michelle looked up at him, unbelievingly. “What?” Damn it, Parker, you idiot. “I said… “I’ll have you know I”-” She interrupted his customary ramble. “Woah, woah, woah. Don’t try to cover it up, you said you are a teenager,”

“Were. I was.” Narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow, Mj finally turned to face him. That’s when Peter noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Flowers?” I guess it was a good thing I didn’t ask her… “You want ‘em?” She motioned the Lillies toward him, mentally begging for him to take them because she had no idea what to do with the flowers later. Probably throw them off the side of this building and cry over how stupid she was to allow herself to even remotely like someone.

Might as well accept them from her then give them to her…

Taking the flowers, Peter examined them closely, noticing how perfect they looked, he felt bad. “They were for this boy I’ve liked since eighth grade, but,” her pitch changed to something intriguing, “I saw him around the corner with his best friend holding flowers, pretty certain they were for someone else…” She pressed her lips together into a tight, exaggerated smile.

“How do you know they weren’t for you?” His heart ached at the fact that Michelle liked someone else, but he wasn’t Peter right now. He was your supporting, Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman. “I’m not sure why they would be for me…” Now, it hurt him that Michelle liked someone else, but what hurt him even more was the fact that she thought there was no reason for someone to like her back.

His masked eyes narrowed into slits. “There’s plenty of reasons!” Michelle raised another eyebrow at the spider. “You barely know me?” Spiderman doesn't but Peter does. “I know enough by just talking on this roof that there’s a massive list of amazing things about you hidden somewhere in someone’s pocket,” Stifling a laugh, Mj regained herself to quip back at Peter. “If so, then that’s creepy,”

Peter didn’t fail to notice how he already made her laugh, at least he could make her happy. It was silent for a moment before Michelle said something that instantly stuck with him.

“His name is Peter,” Peter… Like, me Peter, or a different Peter? “I- What?” To his dismay, Peter’s voice just kept getting higher, it was bound for something he didn’t mean to say to come out. “Like, Peter…?” “Parker…?” She finished his sentence in the same stupid pitch as he started it, clearly mocking him. “What? Do you know him?” That’s when her panic started to settle in. “If you do, don’t tell him! God, that would be so embarrassing…”

Inside the suit, there were alarms going off in his flushed pink head. She liked him, him. Peter had to clear his throat before he answered, he was so thankful Michelle couldn’t see his face right now. “I don’t know… a Peter,” Michelle hummed.

“What makes you think he wouldn’t like you though…?” I thought it was painfully obvious… “I don’t think there’s much to like about me… I’m a huge dick to everyone, especially him. Which sucks, because whenever I try to have a normal conversation with him I end up acting like a Jerk. it’s not like I try to, I don’t wanna hurt him,” She rambled, her hands flailing around. “Maybe… He likes it,” I do, and I think it’s even cuter because you’re trying to be nice. “Highly doubt it,”

He wanted to hug her close. To be able to let her know that he loves everything about her. From her frizzy brown hair to her jerky insights, everything Michelle did made his heart flutter and it certainly is one of the best feelings out there. (One of the first being the butterflies she gives him)

“Do you ever plan on telling him?” Mj took a deep breath, the many thoughts of what his reaction would be running through her head. “No… I don’t think I will,”

“Well, then you’d never know,”

“I do know, and the answer would be no,”

Her answer was so confident it pained him. “I oughta get going now,” The spider looked up to see Michelle picking herself up off the ground. “Thanks again, give the flowers to someone nice, or keep ‘em, I couldn’t care less,” She gave a small wave and opened the door from the roof to the inside of the building.

“Bye, Spidey,”

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