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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months

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Congrats on 5k!!! Can we get the possessive facetime bf and "you should have known better than to cheat on me" please :D

A/N: Thank you! And tbh I made this a smutty smut smut as well b/c i feel like this is how possessive bf would handle the situation. Aka poorly.

CW: dubcon NSFW, gagging & bondage, penetration (GN Reader), reader flirts w/ someone else, reader & possessive bf originally both intoxicated

It was too late for this. Or maybe, too early. You lost track of time long ago, glowy green numbers on your alarm clock reading 1:45 AM when you first stumbled back home with the pissed drunkard beside you, dragging you inside by your arm. You were practically sober now, your headache screaming as you felt the blissful simplicity of being tipsy leave your throat. You wish you drank more, did something more outrageous than give some stranger your number. Maybe you should’ve kissed him, should’ve stuck your hand down his pants instead of batting your eyelashes. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to face your boyfriend’s wrath-- he’d have been too heartbroken to even think of reprimanding you.

But it didn’t matter now, not when he decided to deprive you of your senses while pumping round after round inside of you. It was a form of white torture, he hystericaly answered when your arms were jerked behind you, tied with what you thought might’ve been a makeshift restraint or a necktie, but was instead harsh braided rope meant for cattle or ransom victims. It scratched your wrists as he pulled your head back by a fistful of hair, promising that “you’ll be begging for his forgiveness by the end of this.”

With the blindfold he seemed much too prepared to have wrapped around your eyes, Malachi ripped off your skimpy underwear meant for the club, stuffing it in your mouth and narrowly avoiding your biting teeth.

When you both went to celebrate his cousin’s birthday party at a nightclub, you had partly decided to ignore him for treating you so possessively the past month, logic being thrown out the window with the sudden accompaniment of lemon drop shots and a handsome stranger showing you more interest than your jealous, pissed off boyfriend had in ages. You felt wanted, desired. It was nice, even when you felt daggers in your back, and a tugging hand on your shoulder every five minutes. The last straw was when you wrote your scribbled, illegible phone number on the strangers’ arm.

Saying Malachi was enraged was an understatement. You were jerked away, stumbling and laughing as you blew a kiss to your midnight affair. Did you want more? You didn’t know. All you knew, is you wanted a fun night out without having to cater to your obsessive boyfriend’s every need. You wanted to feel sexy, lusted after.

But maybe you should’ve pulled that stunt at a time when Malachi wasn’t around. Then, you wouldn’t be sobbing behind the gag, hearing the wet squelches of cock being bullied inside of you. Your insides felt bruised, nipples tugged and bitten as Malachi slamed in, in, in from below.

Normally, you’d have the power when sitting on top of him, grinding and allowing him to lay limp. But with your thighs spread apart on his flank, hands against your ass and every sense blurred, he thrusted into you as you barely held yourself up.

“This.. is.. what.. you get--!” He huffed, snarling as he slapped the growing welt on your ass cheek. You heard his gasped gag, hips stuttering with his broken orgasm splaying inside of you.

Which orgasm was this? You couldn’t remember, the vibrating toy milking out your sweet spot still going as a mixture of clear-white came to coat Malachi’s dick. He hadn’t eased you in, hadn’t given into the foreplay he’d usually tease you with, even when he normally hate-fucked you.

“You know better..hng, been taught, time, and time again… hah,” You tried to squeeze your legs shut to keep him out, but the hands keeping you lifted moved to violently pull your knees apart. You fell onto his chest with a choke, the sweat dripping from your cheeks mixing with the caked layer on his chest. “You’re just making it too easy for me to punish you, huh?”

You muffled through the gag, prating incomprehensibly as the painful overstim of your lower half was worsened by this new, weak position.

Malachi lazily rutted up into you while coming off his high, pressing your hips down each time to enter deeper. He always went to the hilt of his cock, so deep inside that it made your walls ache and splinter.

“I’d almost say you’re a masochist fr’me,” He panted, lifting you by the jaw to look into his eyes. “ Wanna be pounded by me for flirting with other guys, cheatin like a common streetwalker, mm’?”

You shook your head, unable to see him but knowing those green eyes were boring into you.

“Seems like you still don’t fucking get it then. Well, we’ll be here until you do.”

The gag was pushed deeper down your throat with his thumb, hips rising as he let go of spreading your cheeks to stabilize you. Skin smacked against skin as he pounded up, letting your poor hips fall each time he burrowed out.

“I can’t!” You muffled, the tight pain of another rising orgasm coming beginning to blind you. You couldn’t take this one, your body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Attempting to slide off, you tried to maneuver your legs away, arms still bound as you struggled to inch off of him. If he was as tired as you, maybe you’d get a chance away.

“Oh no you don’t,” He growled, digging blunt nails into the fat of your thighs with one hand, while the other tugged at your scalp. “Think you get to rest? Get a chance to relax after cheating on me?”

The encircling vibrator was turned up tenfold with the sudden drop of your hair, fingers moving to tug at your ear. “No way, not leaving until I THINK you’ve suffered enough.”

Malachi got close, licking a long stripe inside its canal as he jutted into your weeping entrance faster. The squeaks of the mattress made you cringe, hearing the wetness of his cum layering between your ass and thighs, falling to the sweaty sheets.

His heaves for air grew louder, pushing your shoulders back to force you upright again. You still slouched, even with Malachi’s arm tugging your restrained hands down backwards.

“Gonna take my cock like the.. Hungry whore you’ve been..take it till you’re sorry. And even then, Hah…” He laughed, a pissed and out of breath laugh that made him work harder to bruise your furiously drenched hole. “--still won’t stop cumming inside of you.”

You could only crack a groan each time his hips snapped up, in rhythm with his movement as you felt the vibrator bring you to the brink of another painful, consuming orgasm. Tears and drool dripped from your face alike as you prayed for him to nearly have his fix, lest you pass out from the ecstasy and suffering of another round. Atleast it wasn’t another painful edge session, your hazy mind tried to comprehend. Though at this point, you wondered if that’d have been better.

“Waz.. Mnph, Drunk..” You tried to choke from the bundled up gag, hoping maybe he’d offer you some sympathy out of your previous lack of inhibition.

“Sorry, baby. Doesn’t matter, still actin like you wanna fuck other guys n’ front of me,” He circled his hips upward, watching as your already open mouth created a sweet ‘O.’ You couldn’t help the noises you released anymore, not when he used what you liked and abused it-- but your moans seemed to satisfy Malachi. “But you ready to say you’re sorry? Make it up to me, yeah?”

You nodded your head erratically,, wanting this to end no matter what you had to do. You were exhausted, the lessening vibrator making you sigh in relief despite the aching bruising still inflamed by the plunging cock hilted inside of you.

“Awe, you’re so cute. It’s not enough, though. Say sorry all you want, I wanna hear you.” The evil trick of the calming vibrator had snuffed your awareness, making you jolt when it was snapped back to a level 10. “But I’m not letting you off the hook when you still got so much left to pay for.”

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yeonzzzn · 19 days

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AM I WRONG FOR CRAVING ILLEGAL CAR RACER ShyBestfriend!HEESEUNG WITH UNDERCUT, LEATHER JACKET who notices you standing next to your shitty boyfriend who came to watch the race but dragged you with him. You're shocked to find your best friend in this situation, and before the race even begins, he stares at you—no, STARES at you—gets into his supercar, gives you a sly wink, and then takes off at top speed. And after winning, he chooses you to be 'one of his girls' for tonight, linking his hand with yours, dragging you into his car, as you boyfriend watches helpless. (can I be 🌸anon please 🥺?)

NO STOP BC I LOVE THIS??? LIKE HELLO?? this is perfect??? street racer heeseung is a WEAKNESSSSSS. also yes of course you can be 🌸 anon🩷

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one of your girls tonight: lee heeseung

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 1.3k

The last thing both you and Heeseung thought you’d see tonight was, well, each other.

Heeseung had just pulled his leather jacket on his body and zipped it up when he glanced out into the crowd and saw you standing there looking right back at him, eyes wide and filled with surprise.

What were you doing here?

It was the question both of you were asking each other at this moment.

Heeseung apologizes with his eyes, pleading with you to forgive him, but you aren’t being so forgiven.

You pulled your phone from your back pocket, sending a flurry of text messages to your best friend.

You: WHAT THE F U C K LEE HEESEUNG You: When were you going to tell me you raced ILLEGALLY?!? You: You’re so fucking dead after this race. Heeseung: oops?

You sent daggers in his direction, dropping your eyes back to your phone and thumbs typing fast.

Heeseung honestly was trying to not laugh and smirk at you, seeing you being so protective over him was pulling at his heartstrings.

Heeseung: Before you send whatever paragraph about being pissed off at me, I am sorry I kept this a secret. Heeseung: But why the fuck are YOU here? You: bf likes these races…dragged me alone.

Heeseung didn’t respond after that, locking his phone and shoving it back into his pocket.

You glanced back up at your best friend, worry written all over your face. The Heeseung you knew was anything but an illegal racer. He was shy and clingy to your side at the college or when you’d both be out and about. So to see him in this setting…

“Who would have thought it,” your boyfriend snickers, wrapping his arm over your shoulders, “Didn’t think Lee would be into illegal racing.”

Heeseung glared at your boyfriend and how close he was standing next to you. He never liked him, he was terrible to you and treated you like shit. The number of times Heeseung wants to rip you from his grasp and show you what it feels to actually be in a loving relationship…

Heeseung was so in love with you that it made him crazy. Your boyfriend knew it too. He knew Heeseung raced and hated him just as much. He brought you here on purpose.

The officials for the race started shouting orders for every racer to get ready. Heeseung ran his hand through his hair, pulling back the front pieces to reveal his undercut that made every female in the crowd go crazy.

You wanted to bite each of their heads off for screaming for him. Because deep down, you were in love with him too. Heeseung was a good-looking man, you don’t blame them for being weak in the knees for him.

The other racers started pointing at other females in the crowd, picking who they would take home with them after the race. Heeseung just scoffs at them as he stands beside his car, ready to climb in before looking back into the crowd at you, seeing how your boyfriend was clinging to you but your eyes were on him—HIM—not your boyfriend.

Heeseung knew what he had to do, but first, he needed to win the race.

So he climbed in, starting the car and mentally preparing himself. He’s won plenty of races before, but there was more on the line tonight than just winning: It was you.

A girl wearing a sexy skimpy outfit, walked into the middle of the street, waving her hands in the air with the flags blowing in the wind. She smiled wide, looking at each car.

Time slowed for Heeseung just then, he looked back into the crowd, staring directly at you. He smirks and gives you a wink, seeing out of his peripheral vision the girl waves the flags down, signaling for the race to start. He takes off at top speed, eyes now back on the road. Heeseung swears he saw you blushing before he looked away.

The track was like any normal circular track, except ya know, everyone was here on the track illegally. Heeseung just had to push forward, stay ahead of the crowd, and hug the inner corner of the track when he turned. His heart was pumping faster than it normally would, but how could it not? You were the prize.

Heeseung stayed ahead for most of the race, taking that corner with ease but his rival racer came up on his close, getting ahead by a few inches. Heeseung glances at the rival racer, seeing him smirking and laughing, giving Heeseung the middle finger.

He was pissed now, adding another reason to win this race.

They took the second corner. The clock was ticking. His heart was racing. You were waiting. You were waiting for him. You covered your hand over your mouth and glued your eyes on Heeseung’s car as he slowly gained up on the other driver inch by inch. The finish line was fast approaching, but it felt like a thousand years to you and Heeseung both.

Heeseung barely got a couple of inches ahead of the other driver, his car passing through the finish line first.

“FUCK YEAH!” Heeseung screams, bumping his fist into the roof of his car and turning into the grassy area spinning in one full circle before coming to a stop.

“Show off,” you mumbled to yourself, tears in your eyes. He did it. He won. And you got to witness it.

Heeseung climbed out of the window, watching as the rest of the racers fasted the finish line, then ran across the street.

You pushed your boyfriend off you, placing your hands on the cool railing of the fence, lifting your leg to it, and pushing yourself over. You felt it deep in your heart that Heeseung was running to you. His heart calling for you like yours was for him.

“YN!” your boyfriend yelled, trying to grab you by the belt loop of your jean shorts but barely missing.

Your feet had just touched the ground when Heeseung was two steps away and then none. His body crashed to yours, arms wrapped around your waist and lifting you up. Your arms wrapped around his neck in the same motion as his lips connecting to yours.

Heeseung’s fangirls cheered, and the other racers chanted his name. Heeseung never took home a girl after a race, but tonight was changing that. All because of you.

He felt dizzy standing here kissing his best friend—kissing you. It felt like a dream.

“Break up with him,” he whispered between the kisses, setting you back down to the ground and cupping your face, never once leaving your lips, “Date me instead.”

You could hear your boyfriend screaming at you and Heeseung. Curses leave his lips and struggling to jump the fence because of the other drivers keeping him from doing so. Heeseung was thankful. He didn’t want to have to flat out your boyfriend in front of everyone, that would be embarrassing.

You finally pulled from Heeseung’s lips, taking his hands in yours and looking back at your boyfriend, “It’s over, you’re a shitty person and I didn’t deserve how you treated me.”

His face reddened with anger, but Heeseung found it hilarious. He pulled you to his chest, giving your now ex a smirk as he dragged you off down the street and to his car.

Heeseung helped you climb in, then rushed around and got in, pulling you back towards him for a kiss.

He finally got his “One of his girls for the night” except you’re now one of his girls for the rest of time. Because he isn’t letting you go. Heeseung could see it now, all the future races and seeing you standing in the crowd cheering for him and waiting for him. He couldn’t be happier.

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reedmurdock · 4 months

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Figure You Out- Mattheo Riddle

A/N: This one shot is based off the song Figure you out by Voilá

Summary: Mattheo, your childhood friend, knows you better than anyone else including your new boyfriend.

POV: 1st/2nd/3rd Gender: fem/GN/m

Warnings: Jealousy, bad bf (not Mattheo), me writing while I have writer' block 😅, also I changed the Rolling Stones to Måneskin bc I love them

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I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold Figure you out (mm mmh) I might hold you with my hands tied Show you I'm the right guy To figure you out

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Mattheo stared at you from across the Great Hall. You were seated beside your new boyfriend, some Ravenclaw boy whose name he couldn't remember. The boy was too caught up in his conversation with his friends that he didn't pay any mind to the hand you nudged him with to get his attention. Mattheo frowned when the boy just brushed you off and continued talking.

"Is that git still not giving them attention?" Draco asked, sliding into the bench across from him. Mattheo shook his head still glaring daggers at the Ravenclaw boy that, in his opinion, didn't deserve an ounce of your care and love.

"I know them better than anyone. If you put me in a room with a hundred other people with a blindfold and my hands tied, I could find them from their voice. Also, he got them tickets to a rap concert. They like Måneskin a lot better than rap." Mattheo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew he could treat you so much better. He'd known you forever.

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"Does he even give you any love?" Mattheo asked you while you guys were hanging out in the Slytherin common room.

"I mean he always invites me when he goes places with his friends. They're fun to be around I guess," you said not looking Mattheo in the eye and picking at the skin around your nails. Mattheo tilted your head up, giving you no other choice but to look at him.

"That's not what I asked. I asked if he gave you love," he snapped though the anger was not directed at you but at your sad excuse for a boyfriend. Your silence told him all he needed to know.

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"I don't think this is working," your boyfriend said, "You seem to take a liking to the Riddle boy. You give him so much more attention than you do me." he nitpicked as if he was the victim to neglect. Instead of begging him not to break up or profusely apologizing like he thought you would, you countered his faults he found in you.

"No. Ever since we started dating, you didn't give me an ounce of affection, in public or private. In fact you seemed embarrassed when I tried to hold your hand or touch you in any way around anyone you knew. Even when we were by ourselves, you pushed me away when I reached out. I tried to make this work even when I clearly saw it wouldn't. I'm done trying and I'm done with you!" you yelled and walked off leaving a very stunned Ravenclaw alone in the hallway. Mattheo approached him with a smirk on his face, "Didn't go how you expected huh?"

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Draco walk into the common room to see you and Mattheo curled up under a black fluffy blanket reading a book together. Although Mattheo was paying more attention to you reading rather than reading himself. Draco chuckled and made his way up to his dormitory happy for his friend.

"You know, I bet if you put a blindfold on my I could still kiss you just the same. I could hold you with my hands tied," Mattheo said with a content smile on his face. He gently took the book and laced it on the table in front of you, pulled you closer to him, and pressed kisses all over your face until both of you were laughing and giggling like little kids.

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A/N: AHHHHHH, I think this is one of my favourites. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry if it was a bit choppy, I've had a very bad case of writer's block. I hope after this I can post more. Love you guys ❤️❤️

Word count:710

#reedmurdock #fanfic #wattpad #writing #hogwarts #harry potter #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #x reader

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 20 days

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I don't know if i already requested this but could you write Grayson being a girl dad HC? Thank you <3

grayson being a girl dad head canons

of course! grayson gives such girl dad vibes, it's crazy. hope you like them.

he would dress up as a princess on halloween to please her

he would let her do his makeup and stuff. he always ends up looking like a mess, but lyra loves it.

when she was 5, she asked grayson how babies were made, and grayson didn't know what to respond so he said that an elephant knocked on their door and left her there for them. jameson overheard and started describing what that elephant looked like and how happy grayson was when he first saw her (that last part was true)

the birth was extremely hard on lyra. grayson thought he was gonna pass out cause there was so much blood, but, then, he saw his daughter and started crying.

grayson was nervous to hold her at first cause he thought he was going to drop her.

she loves it when her dad picks her up and swings her in the air

her first word was 'dada', grayson died a little bit inside when she said it for the first time (in a good way)

at the age of 11, she started begging to get a dog, and grayson couldn't resist her little puppy eyes so he bought her one (even though he's more of a cat person). lyra was so done with him but now loves the dog. (they got a little yorkie)

grayson always finds her with gigi playing with barbie dolls.

as she got older, she grew out of her pretty pink princess phase and became more of an independent girlboss who doesn't take shit from anyone. gray is so proud of her cause she knows her worth.

he always takes her out whenever she wants to, and he has the time to. around the age of like 16-17, she started to really get into makeup, and would beg for him to drive her to sephora and stuff.

she's really into books (specifically thrillers and murder mysteries) and has a book account dedicated to reading. grayson is literally her biggest fan and likes every single one of her posts.

sometimes, when she's feeling down, she'll go settle down next to her father and put her arms around him. he then starts stroking her hair (he doesn't ask her about it cause he knows she would talk about if she wanted to). this wasn't just when she was younger too. at the age of like 19, she would still be asking for hugs and stuff from grayson.

although grayson is really protective of her, he also knows she can take care of herself. whenever a man is being too pushy, he lets her defend herself and only steps in if she looks like she needs it.

i said grayson would take her out whenever she wanted to and whenever he was free to do so, but he'd also take her cousins with him too. they'd be like 4 girls in the back of the car gossiping. sometimes gray would join in.

he'd pick her up from school sometimes and take her out to eat (lyra would join sometimes, but she knows gray loves spending time with her alone so..)

he would do her hair before school when she was younger.

when she introduced her first boyfriend to him, he glared daggers at him. the bf almost pissed his pants. he didn't tell him that he couldn't date his daughter, though, (or smth like that) cause he knows she can take care of herself.

she owns so many books that she used to have no place to put them. grayson built her a bookshelf, and she came home to it after school.

he takes her on trips (with lyra of course) all the time.

he spoils her but not too much so she doesn't end up taking it for granted and stuff.

she's always ganging up on him with lyra (or the cousins). i can also see her doing that with gigi.

when she was younger, she would beg him to spend time with savannah because she would always read to her, and she liked the sound of savannah's voice.

they watch movies together all the time.

he helps her with her physics homework cause she never understand anything (like me). grayson loves physics and she finds that he explains things better than the teacher.

she loves stuffed animals (never stops loving theme even when she's like an adult). grayson finds it adorable and like to buy her new ones and place them on her bed to find.

when she was 5, this kid at school was picking on her, so grayson called the school and said that it they didn't stop it, he would stop funding their field trips and stuff (he's rich, of course he'd be funding his daughter's school).

she is always stealing pens from grayson's pen collection (he lets her take them)

she had this phase where she really loved owls, but she had never seen any in real life, so grayson took her out and found some to show to her.

grayson buys her flowers sometimes.

this was superrr fun to make. might make a series with the other brothers and their kids. idk yet though.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #savannah grayson #gigi grayson #lyra kane

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kmgkmg · 1 year

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I’VE ALWAYS BEEN - KIM MINGYU

word count: 1.1k... (mix of sm au and written!)

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

synopsis: a snapshot into daily life with your bf mingyu

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, barista!mingyu, bf!mingyu, established relationship

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: my first post for mingyu and it’s my first sm au!! titled after the song i’ve always been by mac ayres, since gyu likes lany i feel like he would like this song since it has a similar vibe.

Mingyu turns off his phone, eagerly waiting for you to finish heading up the stairs so he could bombard you with kisses. Why is a barista so unprofessional at their workplace you ask? Having his boss be his friend Jihoon was always a plus, especially when days were slower.

You take your final step up the stairs and see Mingyu sitting next to Wonwoo with the biggest grin adorn on his face. You could spot his shiny canines anywhere. Proud of the food you brought, you quickly wave the bag in the air, to which he gives you a thumbs up.

“What would I do without you Y/N?” He exaggerates, being loud enough for Wonwoo to finally notice your presence.

Wonwoo’s face becomes more relaxed as he recognizes you and laughs, “That’s why you were suddenly smiling like the Joker.”

“My smile is charismatic and sexy, nothing like the Joker.” Mingyu huffs, making room for you to sit next to him. He smoothly slides your drink to the spot in front of you, producing more anticipation of how delicious the drink will taste.

“How do you date someone so conceited Y/N?” Wonwoo asks, entertained by how his friend instantly changed when you were around.

“I mean, he isn’t lying. His smile is charismatic and sexy.” You shrug, finally taking a sip of your boyfriend’s new creation.

Mingyu loved whenever you backed him up around other people. Sure, when you were alone you typically had more sarcastic banter, but you made certain to express your love for him to others. He was happy you told him to take the love language test when you first started dating because it allowed him to learn more about himself. He could always recall his results being words of affirmation and acts of service whenever he felt giddy at your ability in expressing your feelings towards him. The way you looked out for each other by helping and no words exchanged either, just with simple ways to lift each other’s moods was another way that proved acts of service was his other love language. He waited for your feedback on the drink, but your expression said all that was needed.

Your eyes widened as you continued to sip on the drink, tapping your feet against the floor in excitement. Letting yourself swallow the sips, you turned to your boyfriend who was clearly on the edge of his seat. “Mingyu, you’ve outdone yourself again! This is my favorite drink now!”

His elated energy could be felt a mile away and you admired your boyfriend’s radiant self. Returning his question from earlier, you link your arm with his before asking, “What would I do without you?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at the lovesick couple beside him while wordlessly picking up the speed to finish his drink. It was always a mystery to him how you could still be so in love with each other after nearly six years of dating. Glancing at the two of you in your own world, he decided to break up the mood.

“Our break is ending in three minutes.” He takes the final slurp from his cup, leaving nothing but ice.

Your eyes both throw daggers at Wonwoo for his unwelcome reminder, but nevertheless soon get over it. “Well, be sure to eat your lunch when you have time!” You order Mingyu, to which he nodded in compliance.

“I will! Are you going back to our place right away?” He asks, turning his classic puppy dog eyes on.

“No, don’t worry! I have to get some work done anyway so I thought I would be productive here and we can go home together.” You state, making your boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes disappear as he starts to attack you with kisses.

“That sounds perfect!” He manages to say in between kisses.

You were beyond flustered at his PDA but still adored him. A timer on his phone goes off, alerting that his break was over and he pulls away from you with a sad expression.

“Work hard, and try proposing your flan drink for next month’s special!” You encouraged him as he solemnly started walking back to behind the counter.

“No, that drink’s reserved just for you. I’ve always been in love with you and only you get the best.” Mingyu defends, shooting one last smile at you before putting his apron back on and attending to the customers waiting.

#caratwritersclub #k-vanity #kpopccc #mingyu fluff #mingyu text #kim mingyu #seventeen #mingyu #svt #svt fluff #svt oneshot #svt scenarios #seventeen x reader #mingyu scenarios #boyfriend mingyu #svt smau #seventeen smau #mingyu oneshot #kmgkmgoriginal

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callsignspark · 10 months

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Mar[r]y Me | part three

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, mentions of pregnancy and giving birth but nothing is described, hints of a raging (mutual) size kink that hasn't revealed itself yet, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 4.1k

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note: happy Saturday! part three is here! (a day later than I planned and no teaser but it's here!) thank you for the love on part two! I hope you all have a great weekend!

part three - banana bread

Mary and Bradley stand side by side, staring into the trunk of her Jeep, which is bursting at the seams. The floor is covered with baked goods, a gift bag full of things she hopes Amelia will enjoy, and a hastily packed duffel bag. Two dozen helium balloons and four floral arrangements she picked up as a favor to Penny are crammed into the remaining space.

“I feel like I may have gone a tiny bit overboard.”

Bradley glances over at her and has to hold in a laugh. With her hands planted on her hips and her brow furrowed so deep that wrinkles have appeared, she reminds him of an angry kitten. An thought he keeps inside, well aware of the fierceness of the shorter woman next to him.

“It just looks like a lot because of all the balloons. Once we get those out, it’s almost nothing.”

She snorts. “You’re so sweet to lie to me. How many girls are coming to the party again?”

“I think Mav said somewhere around twenty-two.”

“Yeah, I definitely made too much.” She lets out a defeated sigh. “Oh well, I’m sure Penny will donate any leftovers to a good cause.”

“Oh, do you think she’ll force Mav to bring them to base?”

“Yes, I think you guys will get to eat the leftovers.” She correctly interprets his real question. “Alright, let’s get this stuff inside; it’s gonna take a few trips.”

“No way, I’m a master of bringing all the groceries inside in one trip.” He jokingly flexes, showing off his strong arms.

Behind her sunglasses, Mary’s eyes trace the lines of his muscles; briefly losing her train of thought when she sees how the t-shirt strains against his biceps. A beat too late, her eyes snap back up to his face, the smirk flashed back at her setting off butterflies in her stomach.

She pivots. “Can you be trusted to bring in the flower arrangements without breaking anything, or is that too much for you to handle?”

He groans, remembering his embarrassingly slippery fingers from the previous weekend when the Daggers helped Mary move into her rental house. “I told you I would pay for dropping your vase! Please let me give you money for it!”

He’s offered countless times to pay for a replacement, though he internally maintains that it wasn’t his fault the vase broke.

It had been an unseasonably warm December day, even for California. The guys had spent the morning packing the U-Haul while the girls had done a final round of cleaning at her new place. Mary had just left to pick up lunch when the full truck pulled up, a small caravan of cars following it. They had managed to get all the furniture into the one-story ranch and were working on unloading boxes when she returned with food.

Bradley was bringing a box of décor inside when he turned around to welcome Mary home. He froze before he could get the words out. His brain stopped working at the sight of jean shorts and a flowy tank top.

Bradley silently thanked whoever brought the warm weather. His eyes were glued to the slope of her calves, the thickness of her thighs, the curve of her ass, fully appreciating the olive-toned skin that appeared as she bent down to get something from the backseat. His mouth felt dry when he tried to swallow. It was the most skin he'd seen since they’d met.

He was busy trying to imagine where a tan line might exist when she turned around. Her tank top, which had already shifted from her movement, got picked up by a gust of wind and showed a flash of a pretty red bra that matched her nail polish.

He dropped the box on his foot, broke the vase inside, and cut his finger as he tried to salvage the situation. He got blood on a throw pillow but was relieved that only the vase had shattered. His weak excuse of “slippery fingers” fooled Mary and Mary alone. The only person who hadn’t seen his eyes roaming up and down her body.

“And I’ve already told you! I bought that vase at the dollar store my junior year, so I will accept nothing more than $1.08 from you.” She starts piling containers filled with baked goods into his arms. “I’m honestly surprised it even lasted that long.”

“I still feel bad.” He mutters under his breath before he gets distracted by the food. “What did you make? I thought Penny said she asked you to make cupcakes?”

“I did make cupcakes! Red velvet, as requested by Amelia Bedelia herself! I also made some sugar cookies. And some Oreo truffles. And I know it’s a lot, but I wanted her to have a great birthday, and you only turn 15 once - and that’s almost as big of a birthday as 16 because it’s the year before you really start growing up and heading towards adulthood with getting your license and everything - so I just really wanted to make it special! And it’s not like I’m going to charge Penny anything! I didn’t even want to take anything from her for the cupcakes, but last week she stuffed money - way too much money, I have to figure out how to give it back to her - into my hands and ran away before I could stop her. I swear that’s the last time I wear anything with a heel to the Hard Deck.” They make their way into the house as Mary rambles, her face becoming visibly more stressed as she goes on.

He carefully places the containers on the counter before emptying Mary’s arms and gently places a hand on her back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. What’s wr-”

Before Bradley can figure out what’s happening, Amelia bursts into the kitchen, letting out a huge gasp. “Oh my god, Mary!”

The teenager wiggles her way in between the adults, throws her arms around the older woman, and starts bouncing. “This looks amazing! Mom said you were making cupcakes, but I didn’t know you were going to make all this extra stuff, too! Thank you so much!”

Mary squeezes the girl in her arms, smoothing her hand over her back. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m glad you like it!”

“Like it! I love it! Oh my god!! I have to show mom!” Amelia darts back out of the room, and Mary’s lip wobbles as she moves to finish bringing the party supplies inside.

Bradley doesn’t move for a second, debating if he should grab Penny, not sure if he’s prepared for the woman that he has feelings for to cry. The sound of the front door closing gets him moving, and he takes a deep breath, sending a quick prayer to his mom that he can handle any tears that may appear.

“Mary. Mary!” He jogs down the steps to stop her from trying to carry everything herself. “Hey, woah, slow down. Let’s just take a second here. Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Yeah, everything is fine! I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be?” Her smile is strained, and her eyes are watery as he stares into them.

“Mary…”

“I just want her to have a good 15th birthday! Mine wasn’t, and I’ve gotten so wrapped up in those feelings I almost forgot it’s about her and not me. Overcompensating for my bad experience while trying to make sure she has a good day.”

They stand there under the open hatch of her car. Bradley tries to catch her eye while she stares at her shoes, forcing herself not to cry. He decides not to ask the questions he really wants an answer to, realizing it would probably only upset her more.

“When is your birthday? You’ve been here since March and we haven’t celebrated it yet. I don’t owe you a present do I?”

“It’s March 14th. Which is the day I flew to California.”

“Your birthday is Pi Day! Did you celebrate?”

“I bought myself a cookie at the Dallas Airport during my layover. And when I landed, Dani and Reuben took me to get Thai food, even though I said I was too tired. It was nice.”

“We’ll have to do something big for your next birthday! Maybe we can do a pie-baking contest, see who can make the best birthday pie. The birthday girl judges, of course.” He nudges her side and winks, making her smile.

A car full of teenage girls pulls up, and they flock to the house, interrupting the moment.

“Oh! People are starting to arrive! Come on, Bradley, help me get the rest of this stuff inside so you guys can finish setting up.” She doesn’t give him a chance to argue, just heading into the house juggling three floral arrangements.

By the time he’s fought to get the balloons through the doorframe, Mary is setting up the dessert table, seemingly back to herself as she answers the questions Amelia is peppering at her.

“Are you really sure you can’t stay for the party?”

“Oh, I would love to, kiddo; I really would. But I have to get back to Reuben’s, so you’ll have to let me know how everyone likes the treats, okay?” Amelia agrees, giving Mary one more hug before joining her friends, who showed up early to get ready together.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for a little bit, M&M?”

“I want to, Mav, but Reuben is convinced Dani is in labor, and she’s in denial. So I have to go monitor that situation because the last time they did this little dance, Annabeth was almost born in the backseat of their Rav4.”

“Why is she in denial?” Penny questions from her position on the ladder, adding streamers to the sliding door.

“Partially because it’s a week and a half before her due date. But mostly, I think it’s because she had some problems when Annie was born, so I think she’s a bit hesitant this time.”

“What happened last time? Did she-” Penny makes a ripping sound, humming sympathetically when Mary winces in confirmation. “Ouch.”

The kitchen is quiet for a minute, the women shivering at the phantom pain and the men horrified about how casually a ripping noise is associated with birth. “Well! On that note, I should get going. See if Reuben has made any progress convincing her to go to the hospital.”

“Thanks for everything, Mary. It’s perfect! Keep us updated, and let me know if she needs anything!”

“Of course, let me know how everything goes!” She hugs Penny and Mav before turning to Bradley, who is mentally preparing for his hug. “Walk me out?”

“Sure.” He lets her walk out ahead of him before flipping off his aunt and uncle, the two of them making kissy faces.

“Bradley?”

“Coming!” His annoyed look melts into a smile that reminds Mav of a smile he’d only seen in photos for the last thirty-five years.

“God, they’re just like Nick and Carole. More oblivious than those two were, but just as into each other.” Pete nods; his throat feels too thick to agree with his wife. He watches his godson give his full attention to the woman walking in front of him, wishing more than ever that his best friends were standing next to him to watch their kid grow up.

“This is for you, as a thank you. I know it was you who rallied the troops to help me move after Reuben mentioned I was hiring movers.” Mary places a foil-wrapped loaf in his hands. “Something told me you like yours with chocolate chips.”

“Well, hiring movers is ridiculous when you have a group of big, strong, available aviators to lift the heavy things for you. What is this?” He lifts the foil and takes a sniff, “Banana bread! How did you know this is my favorite?”

“A girl has a way of figuring things out.” He laughs at her eyebrow wiggle.

“Phoenix tell you?”

“It’s not fun if you guess, Bradley. And, for your information, I happen to be an omnipotent goddess who knows everyone’s favorite food.”

“You’re telling me you know everyone’s favorite food, Miss Goddess?”

“Well, not everyone. All of my family, my college friends, my coworkers from Missouri and Florida, but I’m still learning everyone out here.”

“Okay, well, that’s pretty much everyone. That’s impressive. How do you remember it all?”

“You’d be amazed at what I can do with excel and conditional formatting.” She’s interrupted by her phone. “Reuben? Is everything okay?”

“We’re going right now. I threw Annie at Mr. Webster next door, and I have the gas pedal to the floor. Can you handle everything?”

“I’m on it. We’ll chill at the house until otherwise instructed. Drive safe.” She starts moving around her car before doubling back and leaning up on her tip-toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you for your help last weekend; I really appreciate it.”

She presses a kiss to his cheek and is driving away before Bradley can recover. He’s still staring at where her bumper disappeared around the corner when he feels someone walk up behind him.

“I didn’t know your parents very well, but I do know how he asked her out the first time. I’m assuming you’ve heard that one quite a bit?”

“It was mom’s favorite to tell.”

“So you know that he asked her when it was almost too late? She had agreed to go out with some other guy, and Goose was a week away from his first long-term deployment.”

“Yeah. He showed up at her apartment fifteen minutes before her date was supposed to pick her up.”

“Yup, convinced her how much he cared about her and managed to be the one that took her out that night. They spent every night together until he left. Three months later, halfway through the deployment, she found out she was pregnant. You should have seen her, panicking so much thought we were gonna have to call the EMTs.” His aunt’s voice is clouded with nostalgia. “He proposed on the phone, and they were happy the entire time they had together. No matter how short it was.”

He turns, looking at the older woman, her arms crossed over her chest. “What’s your point, Penny?”

“Mary – despite how shy she can be – is a woman who is aware of her worth. She won’t go out with just anyone. However, just like your mother, I suspect she won’t wait around forever for a Bradshaw man to get his shit together. She clearly cares about you, but if you want to be with her, you need to be the one to do something about it.”

Mary is in the middle of a huge yawn, waiting for the elevator, when she’s consumed by a hug that scares her back to fully awake.

“Fitch godparents unite!”

“Mickey, you scared me!” She hugs him back despite her scolding. “How many photos did you take?

“Pretty sure he ran out of storage again.” Bob smiles at her over Mickey’s shoulder, proud of his joke.

Mickey tries to defend himself, but Jake interrupts.

“Folks, let’s not block the elevator.” He ushers the small group to the side like he’s herding cattle, making Natasha roll her eyes. “Okay, let’s get that photo of the godparents that Mickey wanted so badly, and then we can go home!”

“Yes!”

“No! Not right now.”

“Awe! Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, we don’t have the baby to take the photos with. Plus, if I look as gross as I feel, I do not want that memorialized.”

“You look good, Mary! You could totally take photos!” Natasha encourages her, and Jake mutters something under his breath.

“Jake, I don’t know what you just said but shut up.” She smacks his arm when he laughs. “Mickey, I promise we’ll take godparent photos with the baby. Just when I’ve had more than four hours of sleep and a chance to put makeup on.”

“I’m holding you to that! Hey, where were you, by the way? I thought we were going spend some time together in the room?”

“That was my plan! But as I was taking Annabeth and Dani’s parents back to the house, I realized that my Jeep is at my house. With the wildness of the weekend and all the times we’ve shuffled the cars to make sure someone had a car seat, I forgot it ended up there. So I just took an Uber back here instead of trying to have Sanford drive me to my place and then make sure he got back to the house okay.”

“Dude, you were gone for like two hours.” Natasha raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah, apparently, Sunday evening is a busy time for rideshare apps.”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“I’m staying for a while; I brought some clothes and stuff for them, so I’ll figure something out later. Thanks, though, Bob!” The elevator tone distracts her. “I’m gonna head up! I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

The four aviators follow her back towards the elevator, saying their goodbyes.

“Bradshaw is still up there if you want to bum a ride off him.” Jake lets her know.

“Bradley is still here?”

“Yeah, Payback wanted to ask him about something.”

Natasha stops the doors from closing, leans in closer, and drops her voice so the guys don’t hear. “Hey, quick question. Are you ovulating right now?”

“Uhh… I don’t know. Maybe? Why?”

Phoenix’s grin is evil as she steps back, “No reason! Good luck! Bye!”

“Wait! Nat! Good luck? Why would I need luck?” Her questioning is cut off as the elevator closes. But Mary’s confusion quickly ends when she enters Room 427 in the maternity ward and finds Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw holding her new godson, Stephen James Fitch.

She’s stuck in the doorway for a minute, her mind struggling to take in the scene before her. His sun-kissed shoulders are on full display thanks to a tank top, and his strong thighs stretch the material of his jeans. His body takes up most of the space on the loveseat. Her heart thumps as the six-foot-something man cradles the newborn, his finger gently stroking Stephen’s cheek. Something deep inside her warms up as she memorizes the way his enormous biceps dwarf the already tiny baby.

“Did you bring my purple sweatpants?” Dani’s question moves everyone’s attention to Mary, who finally enters the room.

“Of course, I did - that’s what you asked for - and I have your bag. I also brought Reuben a change of clothes and some stuff for tonight. I threw a load of laundry in while I was there; your mom is going to switch it over and give Annie a bath. Here.” She hands a bottle of lemonade to Dani.

“My favorite! What would I do without you?”

“Be perfectly fine since you have a loving husband to back you up.”

“Yeah, that’s true; we’d handle ourselves. But I’d miss you. We’d miss you.” Dani nods at the two men cooing over the baby. “That’s so fucking cute. It makes me want to make another one.”

“You should probably wait for your stitches to heal first.”

Dani hums in agreement. “I guess that means it’s your turn now. Whatcha think? I know someone who would be willing to help you out.”

“Danielle!” Mary lowers her voice. “Stop it. We are not talking about this right now. He is right there.”

“Fine, but we are talking about it soon. I saw your eyes when you walked in; you practically started drooling. By the way, are you ovulating?”

“That is none of your business!” Mary starts giggling at the ridiculousness of her best friend.

“Oh my god! You are!” Her laughter catches the attention of the room’s other occupants.

“What are they laughing about?”

“Man, trust me, you probably don’t want to know.” Reuben claps Bradley on the shoulder. “M&M! Come supervise Bradshaw while I change and make sure he doesn’t drop my baby.”

Mary takes Reuben’s place next to Bradley on the small couch. She folds her leg underneath herself and leans into his side, looking over his shoulder at her godson. The two sit silently for a bit, admiring the sleeping baby as his parents freshen up and change.

Mary leans her cheek on his shoulder, thinking about a baby with curly hair like the man next to her and a skin tone that matched her own. What it would be like if the baby in Bradley’s arms shared her brown eyes and his nose. She thought of how supportive he had been for the wife of his teammate and how he would probably be even more supportive of his own partner.

Then she catches a whiff of his cologne, and she allows her mind to wander to a topic she had been trying to ignore since the previous weekend.

It was all Bradley’s fault.

He had gripped her hips as she stood on the counter while putting decorations on top of her cabinets, holding her steady to make sure she didn’t fall. He helped her climb down when she was done, moving quickly as she stumbled. His warm hands had felt so nice holding onto her wide hips. It had felt even better being pressed up against his muscular body when she tripped getting down.

There had been a moment after he steadied her where she was fully enveloped by his strength, by his size, and it had set her body on fire. All she could think about was those hands exploring her body, his lips learning the sensitive spots on her neck, his powerful hips pressed against hers but with much less clothing.

“I can’t believe he’s so small.”

She blinks back to the present, feeling a little lightheaded from thinking about her fantasy Bradley with the real one right next to her. “I know. He’s so perfect; he looks like a little doll.”

“Do you wanna hold him?”

“No, you keep him for now.”

I don’t think I have enough strength in my arms to hold him right now after fantasizing about you.

“Besides, you look good holding him.”

What???

The sound of Dani choking prevents her previous statement from fully settling in the room as Reuben rushes to make sure she’s okay. “Baby? What happened? You okay?”

Danielle waves him off, her voice scratchy. “Fine, just swallowed wrong.”

Payback stays with his wife, rubbing her back and whispering in her ear, turning to the two sitting on the sofa after a minute. “Okay, we love you both, but get out. You have work tomorrow, and I’m like 90% certain Mary hasn’t eaten since yesterday.”

Bradley whips his head to the woman sitting next to him. “What?”

“It’s been busy!” She weakly defends herself.

“Bradshaw, give me back my baby, and since she needs a ride home anyway, make sure she eats something.”

“On it, Mrs. Fitch. C’mon, Miss Mary, I’m hungry, too.” He wiggles his fingers in her direction, prompting her to say her goodbyes before following him to the door. He grabs her hand as they pass the threshold. “Gotta hold on to you; make sure you don’t escape before I can buy you dinner.”

“You don’t have to feed me, Bradley.” She makes excuses as they move towards the elevators, not making any move to let go of his hand. “I have plenty of food at home.”

“Oh no, I’m under strict instructions from the pregnant lady. And from what I understand, you’re not supposed to argue with pregnant ladies.”

“She’s not pregnant anymore.”

“Well, pregnant or not, she’s kinda scary...” He mutters, guiding her into the elevator. “Besides, maybe I just want to buy a pretty girl some dinner.”

She stares at him from across the small space, that warm feeling creeping up again. “Well… when you find one, I’m sure she’ll appreciate that.”

He raises an eyebrow, an unimpressed look accompanying it. “You’ve always been very gracious when I’ve bought you a coffee. I’m sure you’ll be just as kind when it comes to dinner.”

The elevator stops, and more people get on before she can argue. The new riders push her toward Bradley, who protectively tucks her under his arm after one of the men leers at her, glaring at him when Mary isn’t looking. His attention instantly shifts as he feels a finger tap his chest. He tilts his head down, smiling at her as she looks up at him.

“Can we go to Panera?” Her voice is quiet, like she’s afraid he might say no.

“Course, anything you want, honey. I’ll even get you a lemon drop cookie.”

“Those are my favorite.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bradley guides her out of the elevator and grabs her hand again amid the flurry of people in the lobby. “You’re not the only one who pays attention to people’s favorites, Mary.”

A pleased smile spreads over her face and she grabs onto his arm with her free hand. Bradley squeezes her hand in his, as she hums, "I guess not."

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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In the Keeper/Wifeman/Mama Hen universe but not Thoughts on married Dagger Squad because Fanboy doesn't have a wife yet.

And that is because he is not sure what he wants...

Until he meets this very charming boy on base. Fanboy is just trying to figure out for a while who he is attracted to in general until he just gives up when that Charmer (Prince Charming?) asks him on a date...

They keep seeing each other in private, only Jake knows because he walked in on them kissing in the hangar after a rough training day. They are like deers in the headlight until Jake smiles, nods, maybe even winks and then leaves them to give them some privacy

The next day when Hangman can tell that Fanboy feels awkward he has a talk with him, asking if it's serious and if Fanboy knows that whoever he loves is welcome to their squad get togethers?

I'm gonna marry your brain, i swear.

FANBOY AND CHARMER?? OMG SO CUTE. I can totally see Fanboy just waiting for someone, it doesn't matter who, to make his heart flutter. And it has to be a fucking prince charming (I imagine that he's British at this point, not gonna lie). And we know Fanboy falls fast and hard.

After they get together, and he introduces his bf to the squad, Fanboy's call sign has a new meaning. He's ALWAYS talking about Charmer. He's his biggest Fanboy. He brings him at every Squad dinner/bbq... and board game night. And they would totally beat the ass of everyone in Monopoly bc:

Keeper and Mama Hen are to busy trying to be better than the other.

Jake and Bradley are just there, looking at their wives being pure chaos.

Wifeman is just there bc they let him bring cookies and he loves making cookies. And Phoenix it's just there bc she is eating all the cookies. (Please, don't ever take the cookies away from Nat, you'll kill her)

Bob is just trying to understand what the heck is happening.

And Charmer seems like a chill dude but when it comes down to Monopoly, he's just merciless.

So, yeah. Power couple. Don't mess with Fanboy, Charmer will make you pay for it.

Also Bob's future wife is a doctor/surgeon/nurse bc I fucking live for it. She's very shy and my best man Bob it's always flirting with her, testing her, using pick up lines on her just to see her blush. (I have one piece wrote about Angel, the base doctor, and I think it's perfect for this) so, Angel is like:

"Bob, we're dating already"

"And?"

"You don't need to flirt with me anymore?"

"But i love to see you all shy. Hey honey, your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine"

Honestly Angel doesn't know if she likes those lines or if she likes that the says them to her. But she will always blush and Bob fist bumps bc look at that. That's his girl.

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Dragonlance Session 6 Results

Writing DnD Campaign notes/story is so much different from just writing. Every time I think I've planned for everything, I am proven wrong.

Our session started with trying to get all the players together again. One of the missing party members was in a room next to where they woke up. He's a bard so I said, "A familiar tune underscores the yelling coming from the room to your left." 3 PCs go to the room, 2 ask to go chill with BlipBlup, an NPC my PCs love. The three who find the missing member, well he wants to wait for them to be back before he says what happened. 3 PCs chase after missing 2, while found (A) stays in the room. Alriiiight.

1 of the 3 walks into a shop where the person working there actually saved them as a child. They listen to the story, purchase rope and a grappling hook and leave. Wicked aha.

The 2 who left with the NPC, they go to a blacksmith to dull some daggers so they can continue to teach BlipBlup how to juggle. BlipBlup asks if they can teach him to fight so he can stop being a burden. 1 of them teaches him archery and gives him their short bow. BlipBlup is super happy and tells them he's gonna be the hero of the city one day, "just you watch".

They eventually are found by the 3, so then all 5 plus BlipBlup are back together again. As they go back to where their missing friend was it was TIME TO INTRODUCE A NEW PLAYER (which would have worked better if friend had gone with them but he wanted to stay). Insert mishmash of what happened to A while introducing new player B. Admittedly could have been organized better but I didn't expect A to want to stay in a random ass room.

All 7 PCs and BlipBlup talk to the king of the ruined city who tells them about a secret tunnel under the dragons lair. Oh yeah BTW this is the BBEG of the campaign so far, 1 Ancient Black Dragon. Cool, they head off over there. While walking they all agree that when they beat the dragon they're GONNA TELL THE KING BLIPBLUP DID IT SO HE CAN BE A HERO. *my heart*

They get to the Dragon. Epic fight. There was plot armor for this fight. I whisper on roll20 to ONE PLAYER that a God is whispering in their ear to hit the dragon with their staff. They say...

And attempt to just keep fighting the dragon. After some COAXING (PC was drunk irl so it was more me shouting YOU WILL 100% DIE) they do it.

Dragon is killed instantly; PC who hit the dragon disappears, but the cave they're in begins to collapse. Insert DEX checks to avoid falling rocks here. Chaos. They watch the city they just left be crushed knowing a large number of the new friends they just made are probably dead. BlipBlup is shrieking in terror to the point one of them needs to carry him.

They get out and as more survivors make their way from the destruction the party finds their PC who killed it beneath a statue in a temple. She gets a new mission and they rest above the ruins of the city for the evening.

DURING WHICH TIME: one of them makes BlipBlup a crown out of broken iron chains, one of them polishes it and gives him a "How to Be a King for Dummies 101" lesson AND makes a new emblem for the city they just destroyed, one of them attempts to find him a BF/GF (we stan representation so he provided options) both of which refuse (their entire city and all of their friends and family just died 2 hours ago bro) so he gets a rock and draws a smiley face on it and presents it as BlipBlups partner. Also gives him a childhood trinket. Another PC gives BlipBlup his short sword, a set of fine clothes, and the insignia of the secret order they're a part of.

THEN THEY ALL DECLARE BLIPBLUP THE NEW KING OF THE GULLY DWARVES AND JUST LEAVE HIM STANDING THERE WEARING HIS CROWN AND CARRYING EVERYTHING THEY JUST GAVE HIM. *my heart again because they love him*

They didn't want the session to end so they end up traveling for 3 days back to their hometown which has been destroyed, get into a bar fight, and immediately are captured by the invading army of Draconians.

But WAIT: when they killed the dragon I gave them one opportunity to search the hoarde during the collapse. On the road they found out what they pulled. One of them pulled a cloak of invisibility.

So at the start of next session, 6 of the 7 are prisoners and one of them is running around like Harry in God damn Hogwarts in an invisibility cloak.

You can never predict your PCs. Don't even try.

#dnd #dnd stuff #d&d #dm #dnd5e #dungeonmaster #dungeons and dragons #Dragonlance #5e #isthisahomebrew #kindaseemslikeit #DL1 #DL2 #DragonsofDespair #DragonsofFlame #DnDOC #rpg #TTRPG

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cultrise · 5 months

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pathetic bf!gojo satoru who cannot stand being away from you.. but you have a cold :(

𐙚 CONTENTS fluff, needy/desperate gojo satoru, cuddling, gojo has dimples !!! established relationship, please give this man a kiss before he explodes ᵎᵎ wc 1.9k

𐙚 NOTES i wrote this because i’m weak for pathetic!gojo <3

you were pretty vocal about satoru dressing properly when going out or on missions, seeing as the snow and the cold found their way to tokyo. it’s actually quite funny how you were the first one to catch a cold.

satoru found it hilarious too.. at least, at first. but the moment he tried to enter your room to make fun of your stuffy nose and was met with you yelling at him to “go away!”, he closed the bedroom door in a confused manner. go away? maybe the cold had gotten to you so badly you got upset with him? satoru didn’t quite get it at first.

but the moment he found out that you were actually trying to protect him from catching it himself, he thought you were the cutest thing in the world. and he complied for a few days, i mean, how long could it take? imagine the shock on this poor man face when he realised that he wasn’t allowed to get close to you even after you started to get better.

“but.. but your nose isn’t stuffed anymore! your fever went down, i asked shoko!” he protested, trying to follow you into the kitchen. he halted when he saw your glare, staring daggers into him. it immediately makes him weak in the knees and he sighs, deciding to sit down at the table and be extra dramatic about the whole situation.

“it doesn’t matter, satoru. as long as i’m still sick, you’re not getting close to me” a loud bang is heard as satoru hits his head as hard as he can against the counter. and thank god for his infinity, otherwise he’d have a big bruise on his forehead, which would result into him pouting and whining about his pretty face.

“i don’t care if i get sick! i miss my girlfriend! you can’t ask me to stay away from you!” he protests, balling his fists like a small child. it wasn’t unusual for him to be acting bratty, after all, he was the spoiled only child of the gojo clan. satoru was used having it his way and his way only and having you tell him ‘no’ was a huge shock for him, especially with the way he was so compliant. needless to say you had this man utterly lovesick. which is why he was starting to get so whiny over this whole thing.

“it’s only been two days, like you said. you can do a few more” you turned to prepare your tea, the sole reason you had gotten up from bed. you felt tired, your muscles still hurt and all you wanted to do is rest. you knew you’d rest better if you had satoru’s body keeping you warm, like he did every night, yet you hated the idea of seeing him bedridden. or maybe you dreaded the idea of how spoiled he’d act when having a cold.

“ONLY TWO DAYS?!” a yell erupts from his chest that makes you turn around, eyes wide “it’s been like hell in here! do you know how much sleeping without you sucks? i know i’ve been acting tough but i haven’t kissed you in 53 hours!” satoru says in desperation, tone whiny and shaky. if anything, you’d say he was about to cry.

you smile, setting down you cup and leaning over the counter slightly, to grab ahold of his hand “you can do it, baby. i believe in you. and once i’m better i’ll let you smother me with kisses and affection, okay? just listen to me this time” you soothingly slide your thumb over his knuckles.

satoru squeezes your hand, pupils shaking with need. maybe looking at you with puppy eyes will convince you? but when you don’t waver and you disappear into the bedroom with an “i love you” and a flying kiss, satoru’s heart sinks to his feet. it was quite hilarious how you could bring the greatest sorcerer to his knees, how he could be rendered stupid from one simple “baby” that escaped your lips.

oh, how satoru missed you. his skin itched with need to touch yours and his lips hurt from not being kissed by yours in so long. he wanted to trap you into his arms, bury his hands under your shirt, nuzzle his nose against yours and press his lips to yours through giggles. and he wasn’t allowed to do any of that. to you, it was him being dramatic, to satoru, it was torture.

he spent the next two hours whining, trying to find an activity that could take his mind away from how much he craved your touch and attention. movies didn’t work, his mind flew to cuddling you in his arms while watching them. eating didn’t either, the sweets he loved weren’t as good if he wasn’t sharing them with you. not even video games could save satoru, as he sat at the desk, pondering over the minecraft house he still had to finish for you.

for you. everything satoru did was for you. and in return, you’d thank him with soft kisses, gentle smiles and tight embraces that made him go soft to his knees. and whenever you grabbed him by the head, pulling his face into your chest, all of the worries in his mind dissolved. satoru was nothing short of addicted to you, which was why this feeling was clawing at his insides so intensely. and he tried to hold back, he really did.

but soon enough it all got to him and, hurrying to your shared bedroom he found you asleep, hugging his pillow. you had drunk the tea from earlier and had the tv playing some music from your shared playlist. just by looking at you, satoru could feel the need trying to escape his body by making it’s way up his throat. he knew you’d be angry at him. it didn’t matter. if he could just hold you—

you open your eyes at the feeling of two large hands grabbing your waist and pulling you back. before you even acknowledge what’s going on, you feel satoru’s lips press down on your skull, right behind your ear before he mutters a “please, forgive me…” and buries his nose into the back of your neck, taking a small whiff of your hair.

as the smell of home hits his nose, satoru sighs, unable to stop himself from pressing chaste kisses to your neck and shoulder, soft and wanting as he uses his hands to press you against his chest by your hips. he patiently waits for you to fully wake up and start scolding him.. it’s fine, he’ll take it. and even if you throw him out of the bedroom, at least for a few minutes he had you in his arms. and don’t think he didn’t notice the fact that you were wearing his shirt: it was the first thing he spotted. satoru just can’t seem to get enough of you, and the mere presence of your body in his arms makes him calm down.

“satoru…” you sigh, rubbing your eyes and yawning softly, still not turning to him. the feeling of uneasiness comes back, rolling and turning into satoru’s stomach as he raises his head to take a peek at your face. his middle fingers taps nervously on your waist.

“i know…” he sighs, slowly sliding his left foot between yours, further securing the position. he didn’t want to be thrown out of the room. can’t you see how much he missed you? being away from his own girl, in his own house, was torture. he wanted it to end. why couldn’t you see that?

“please, i don’t want you to get sick” you beg, burying your face into his pillow so your breathing didn’t reach his face. satoru only bends over your body, gently taking your cheek into his hand and making you look at him. you don’t think you’ve ever seen such a desperate look on him before.

“baby.. please…” satoru begs, chewing on his bottom lip. it’s pathetic of him, he knows. he also knows he’d get made fun of by shoko and suguru if they found out. he doesn’t care. he wants you near him so bad it’s starting to hurt “please.. i won’t get sick.. just one kiss”

you sigh, gently brushing the hair from his eyes away. satoru feels his heart beat through his chest, so loud he feels the beating rings in his eardrums and he fears his heart might burst out from his chest. “there’s no escaping you, is there?” you ask gently, a small smile indicating your amusement. satoru shakes his head rapidly, teeth still buried into his bottom lip as he looks down at you, waiting.

and oh, the joy in this man’s eyes when you finally give in, reaching up to press your lips to his and drag him down on top of you. you laugh between kisses as satoru digs his nails into your skin, afraid you might slip away and tell him to leave again. how he missed holding you, kissing you, adoring you. he knows well enough you’re laughing at his stupidity, but he’s going to let you. as long as he’s allowed to spend his day in bed with you, he doesn’t mind.

“you’re so silly” you chuckle, pulling away from him and caressing his bicep as satoru smiles, a bright smile that brings out the dimples you love and cherish so much. he’s quick to further elicit your giggles by pressing his lips on a spot on your neck that he knows tickles, just to hear your laughter ring into his ears. and oddly enough, he thinks you look even healthier now that he administrated some well needed kisses to your medicine recipe.

“don’t you love me because i’m silly?” he asks, placing his chin on your chest and looking up at you with the most lovesick gaze known to man. you roll your eyes, rubbing circles on his back.

“is that your excuse to all of the dramatic comments you made earlier? to all of the desperate pleads, just so i give you attention?” satoru scrunches his nose in embarrassment, jutting out his lips at the teasing.

“maybe it’s just my excuse to tell me you love me…” he pouts, looking down with feigned uncertainty. it makes you snort out a small chuckle as you grab his face, squishing his cheeks between your hands. satoru looks into you, two big blue orbs staring into yours, confusion lining them.

“i love you, you big baby” you admit before pressing a wet and audible smooch to his pink lips. satoru laughs in return, snuggling again to your chest and letting you play with his hair as his eyelids get heavy.

“i wasn’t that dramatic”

“oh yeah, sure.”

“i wasn’t!”

“you’re such a drama queen on the daily that you don’t even realise it”

“i’m not!”

“yeah, you are. my blue eyed drama queen”

“i’d say you’re the drama queen with how much you pushed me away! see? i’m fine!”

and his words would’ve held true.. if he didn’t wake up two days later with a red, stuffy nose and started pouting about how much his head hurt. and compared to your condition, he was fine. but he wanted to be taken care of. and he sure as hell was gonna dramatise his sickness, just so he can have his pretty girlfriend pamper and take care of him.

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Siren ~ J.W.

A/n: I’m so sorry this took me AGES oh my god- I’ve been writing this for so long. Hope y’all like it!

Word Count: 3800+

Request: “Jace Herondale x male demigod reader where the reader is a son of Aphrodite's but Jace don't know because Jace just thanks that's is bf is just a human. One day Jace and the gang we're on a mission but they got into a little bit of trouble fighting vampires that's when the reader steps in using his charmspeak ability to control the vampires and kill them. And that's when the tell Jace about him being a demigod and talk about his mother Aphrodite's. Jace was shock be he love he bf even more” by @shamelessloverhairdopainter

MASTERLIST

"You must be Clary."

To say that when Clary had been flung head first into the world of Shadowhunters, and especially after her and Simon had gotten so much backlash and been treated like outcasts for being human, she would see another human so comfortable in the institute, was an understatement. But... that's what this man had to be. He had none of the marks on him that the other Shadowhunters had. Runes. And when he set down the seraph blade he was fiddling with, it didn't glow when it touched his skin. There was that same heaviness to him that all Shadowhunters seemed to have, like he carried a heavy burden, but the darkness that seemed so inherent in these people was missing from him completely.

Clary was instantly intrigued. "Yes." Her head tilted, eyes narrowing as a smile rose to her face. "And you are?" She had been given the general tour - the entire time feeling daggers in her back as Alec glared at her. Seeing this man was a relief. There was no distance or judgement or anything in his eyes or the way he addressed her. He saw her as an equal, and his warm and welcoming smile filled her heart with relief. She opened up and relaxed immediately.

The man didn't seem to pick up on it. His eyes didn't analyze her, seeing every move she made and breath she took. That was a relief too. "I'm Y/n." It seemed his voice came slowly, after pauses, but it was really just the adrenaline wearing off as her brain finally calmed down, she realized... Although, he may be speaking soothingly, calmly, with clear diction. As if he knew her mind was currently spinning on its axel like a basketball on a finger. "You finding your way around okay? I can give you the tour if you want."

Clary almost laughed out loud. She would love nothing more than to have gotten the tour from Y/n instead. Damn. "No, I already got it. Jace gave it to me."

"With Alec trailing along glumly, I'm sure," Y/n remarked half under his breath. His smile was playful as he turned a pointed look to Alec.

It was at that point that Clary became aware that she wasn't the only one who relaxed around Y/n. Simon was breathing normally for the first time, even enough to look away from the people he'd watched like hawks - as if he looked away they would attack him. Izzy wasn't much different, but leaned against the wall and enjoyed watching Y/n call out her brother. For once she didn't seem to need to strut or demand her place in the room. She just had one. Jace had moved closer to Y/n, an almost-smile dancing at the edges of his lips. It was a wild expression to see on his face - a face that had been twisted with confusion, startled intrigue, or frustration since the very first second Clary had known him. Even Alec was no longer glaring, and had instead eased into more of a mocking, teasing, bantery flow.

"I'm not exactly happy that-"

"A human is in the institute?" Y/n cut off, eyebrow raising. Whatever doubts Clary might have had about Y/n being human, they were dashed immediately with that response. And Alec's follow up didn't help.

"Well you're different," he rushed, shrugging as if it was obvious.

Y/n seemed to find that funny. "Different how?"

Alec didn't have a response for that, so he changed the subject. "Well since you're both so familiar, why don't you give her the run down instead? Jace has a mission report to turn in."

That made Y/n chuckle. He didn't get a response out though, before Simon piped up. "Okay but actually I do want to address that. Why is Y/n okay and chill and whatever, but Clary who actually does belong here isn't? And why am I? Does Y/n have crazy skills or something?"

Y/n turned his smile toward Simon, and even as he paused to sigh, no one else spoke. Like his movement had captivated everyone in the room. He commanded an air that left no room for those around him to question who had the most authority in the room. Izzy wore her power on the tips of her fingers - delicate, quick, and strong. A grip that didn't let you go. Alec wore his power on his shoulders - stiff, solid, and broad. A firm and dependable form that didn't waver. Jace wore his power in his jaw - grating, tense, and locked. A surging wave of force that didn't cease. Y/n... he wore his power on his lips. In his smile; dancing out with his words; wrapping around you as he spoke; catching your eyes as he moved; pulling you forward as he opened his mouth. All he had to do was intend to respond and everyone was ready to hear what he would say.

"No crazy skills," Y/n responded, and it was like a slow motion reel had shot back into normal time again. Clary let go a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "I can see through the mist and that was enough to throw them for a loop. Now I'm just good at keeping everything in order and such. Do a lot of cleaning and cooking. Putting books in the right place in the library. Running errands. The such. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want, and I won't tip anyone off due to any tattoos or odd behavior." Despite herself, Clary laughed along with Y/n as if she had been cued. Some part of her wasn't surprised when she heard Simon do the same.

Clearing his throat as he remembered himself, Simon tried to keep sturdy and questioning. Tried to play the outraged, and protective. "So you're an intern?"

Y/n's eyes shone with amusement. "Something like that. I'm a great fighter but can't use any of the weapons needed to kill demons so I'm basically useless in the field. However - I'm a great sparring partner. It's more that I'm just a great convenience. I keep things running a lot more smoothly. Encourage people to take a break and relax. Building that healthy atmosphere. Keeping minds clear and helping people stay well rested. More... a mom friend than an intern."

After a second, Simon nodded. "That's kind of cool."

"It's super awesome," Y/n agreed.

Clary found herself still curious though. "You said you're a great fighter. Did they teach you?"

Izzy was the one who responded here - and Clary found that subconsciously, she knew Izzy would. That Y/n preferred not to speak about it. That he'd rather someone else filled in what they knew from an outside perspective. "He sort of showed up out of nowhere about ten years ago. Really young, taken heavy damage, and gripping a mace. Mumbling about monsters with evil in their eyes and darkness on their tongue."

Clary's eyes widened. "Demons?"

Y/n nodded. "There are other monsters in this world - the kind from stories almost completely forgotten. The mist protects the Institute from mundanes the same way it protects them from these monsters. I fought those monsters for years, but my mace was only made for them. I didn't have any holy metals for demons, and meeting them for the first time was... startling."

"Wait how can monsters be separate from demons?" Simon asked.

"The same way that Gods are separate from angels," Y/n responded without missing a beat. "Demons and the such - the underworld - are all spawned from angels, and their opposites. Monsters were created from the Earth itself, same as humans were, but were created at a different time with different plans and different intentions. The metals that kill monsters couldn't hurt a human, but they also wouldn't hurt a demon or any of those related." He chucked lightly. "It's a little complicated."

Clary frowned. "You say it almost like... there are other people like you. People who fight the monsters."

Y/n smirked. "Good catch, Clary. There are." He hesitated a moment then added, "My mother's side of the family are monster hunters. We've always protected people from the monsters the same way Shadowhunters protect people from demons and their related parties."

"Then why are you here and not with them?" Simon seemed lost on his curiosity, and completely missed the way Alec, Izzy, and Jace simultaneously went rigid. Clary sucked in a silent breath, almost ready for Y/n to completely lose it with those reactions.

He didn't. He did tense, his voice a little strained just barely, but he still retained that easy relaxation he had held this entire time. The ease he reflected onto other people, making them relax too. Even now he seemed to be just fine, and if Clary hadn't seen the other three react she wouldn't have known better as he responded, "Those in my family start very young and aren't expected to live very long. It was... demoralizing to just be treated like a weapon. A line of defense, or an errand boy to be sent to deal with the problems the important people couldn't. Here, I'm a person. And I can help others feel like people too." He smiled and the tension in the room dissipated. "And... I suppose at the risk of being cheesy, I can admit that there is definitely someone specific worth staying for."

His eyes trailed smoothly to Jace and Clary's eyes widened.

Oh.

Jace cleared his throat, his lips finally curling into that smile he had been repressing before. "How about we talk about this more over dinner? Do you still need to prepare anything Y/n, or-?"

"It's all ready to go." Y/n motioned forward and when everyone began to walk, he stepped in time with them. He ended up next to Simon to immediately launched into-

"So you keep calling it the Mist. Is that the thing that keeps most people from seeing what's actually happening? Like a filter? The others don't use that word."

Clary tuned out. She thought about how nice it was to be around Y/n. How everyone had become so much more pleasant and warm the second he was around. She was grateful every second she spent here, that he was there with her. And she had known then that they would be friends, but was still surprised at just how much she would come to truly love and care about him. How big of a part of her life he would become.

She might be looking for her mom, But until she found her, Y/n was very good at filling the hole that she left behind. Soon, the Institute became a home. And Clary didn't mind it like she thought she would.

Even when she got thrown for another spin when she found out that Valentine was her father, and Jace... was her brother.

One step at a time, Clary. Handle it one step at a time.

"This is not a good idea."

Clary felt the room's temperature drop several degrees. Her eyes wide, she looked over at Y/n. He stood in the doorway, and seemed to take up every part of it, even though she knew he was smaller built than Jace was. Y/n had always had this effect, taking up more space and seeming bigger than he actually was. But it was usually comforting. Like a blanket, or the arms of a parent. Now...

For the first time since Clary had met him, Y/n looked angry. His face was set - cold and firm as stone. His eyes were hard, the color dark and his gaze piercing. He had been the best at controlling and expressing his emotions. His softness and comfort came through even when Clary had a break down because of the mind games Valentine was playing. His understanding and forgiveness did not falter when Jace left them for Valentine, lost in his own head, and then came stumbling home in a mess. He did not even miss a beat or have to catch his breath when Izzy got addicted to vampire blood or Simon got turned into a vampire and then could walk in the daylight, or Magnus crashed Alec's wedding and they kissed in the middle of the ceremony.

To see him so different now was more than just shocking. Clary realized that she had come to believe very deeply that Y/n didn't get angry. He didn't lose control. That wasn't the case of course now. He he looked like the edge of a steel blade. Sharp, dangerous, and merciless.

The only one in the entire room of supernatural beings that could respond to the mere human was Izzy of all people.

"It's the only plan we have. We need that necklace."

Y/n's jaw worked. He had not been there for the conversation as far as Clary knew - and if Y/n could be unnoticed in a room he was in, she would be surprised to find out - but he didn't question her or seem confused on the severity of the situation. They had been talking for the last hour about how there had been an old myth about a weapon that was just as affective as a seraph blade. One that could be used by anyone - even humans. Y/n's life had been out in danger in all the break ins and had almost died several times. It was thanks to his agility that he hadn't been lost altogether. So of course most of them were driven to find the weapon so that Y/n could finally be able to properly defend himself. But... the sword was locked in a vault that could only be unlocked with an amulet that was hoarded by a clan of vampires.

Vampires that were feral, unhinged and near animalistic. Raphael had tried to go in and make negotiations and had lost three people trying to get out. These vampires... they weren't like any others any of the Shadowhunters had met. At best they'd just have to do a raid and hope for the best. With the numbers though, it didn't look good.

With Jace leading the mission, there was no question as to why Y/n would be against it. That's why they hadn't included him. He was bias, and would stop them. They needed to do this.

So how had he found them, and how did he seem to know all of the things they had tried so hard to hide from him?

Finally Y/n spoke. "Fine."

Every pair of eyes in the room went a mile wide. "Fine?" Izzy asked, whispering as if she spoke too loud it would break the very obviously thin level of self control Y/n was using.

Y/n just shrugged. "I do not want you to go because it will put the people I love in extreme danger. You have to go so that in the future, I will not be in as extreme amounts of danger as U've been in up until now. To ask you not to go, not to chase this, would be like asking myself not to worry when you guys leave tonight." He sighed. "You're going to go anyway. It's not like you'll take me with you to help. So." Then he shrugged, not looking at anyone before turning and leaving the room.

Jace swallowed, turning to face the others. "It'll all be better and fixed when we come back and have the sword so Y/n can defend himself. For now, we have a mission to focus on. Come on."

Both men were right - there was nothing else to say right now. So they left, heading to the run down and abandoned church the vampires were stationed in. There were catacombs underneath the church that the vampires actually lived in. They had booby trapped it and even if they hadn't, all the twists and turns made it near impossible for any outsider to have even equal playing field in a battle - let alone the upper hand. It would be down to timing, coordination, skill... and luck.

To be fair to everyone present, they lasted a very long time before things went terribly wrong.

When it did go to absolute shit though, everyone was pretty sure they were all absolutely done for. Well, at least, until Y/n showed up.

“Drop your weapons.” There was no roughness or authority in his voice when he gave the command like there usually was when he inputted into something. His voice was too smooth and melodic for that. So beautiful it almost hurt to hear. All of them - including the vampires - were so distracted by the wonderful sound, and especially about hearing it again, that they obeyed. It made no sense, but completely juman normal mundane boy Y/n waltzed into the middle of the battle. His hand bounced from vampire to vampire, finger tips tracing skin to keep them focused on him. “Go to sleep. You’ve been fighting these mean people who came into your land and demanded a price that was too high. I’ll take care of them. It’s okay.”

As if in a trance, the vampires all floated off.

Y/n reached into the crypt, yanking out the sword the Shadowhunters had been going after. They had been close to getting it when the plan had gone to hell after they were found out. Now he held it tightly, knuckles white and eyes tense with anxiety as he turned to his friends. “Back to the car. Quickly.”

“What just...” Clary managed, voice too airy - like she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

“Not now,” Y/n snapped. “Back to the safety of the institute first. My charm won’t last long and I don’t know if I can appeal to their natural impulses like that again without catching them off guard.”

They all filed into the car, and headed back to the institute. It wasn’t until they were safe inside and huddled around in a circle that they all felt part of their bodies again. They had been floating before... almost detached, content to sit and obey and smile.

Alec was displeased. “What was that?” He demanded.

Y/n sighed. “Okay so... I sort of lied when I first came here.”

“What?” Jace was the one to speak up next. He had been lied to by so many people, so many times... if this was another manipulation.... he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He already felt his heart squeezing in his chest.

Y/n shot him a regretful, apologetic look. “I beg that you guys at least try to understand. You’re all half angel - you believe in one God. Waltzing in and telling you that there’s actually an entire pantheon... it was a lot. Not to add that I’m the child of one of those Gods-“

“You’re a demigod?” Simon squeaked.

Y/n winced. “Well... Yeah. My dad is human, but my mom is a goddess. She’s the reason I can see through the Mist. Her side of the family - all like me. We have ADHD and dyslexia because we’re built for power and battle, not sitting still and paying attention. I mean, my eyes were meant for Greek, not English. A lot of weird shit is kind of going on here.”

Izzy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do gods often have kids?”

“Most of them,” Y/n answered. “I have a lot of cousins.”

“Which Pantheon are we working with?” Came the next question, from Clary.

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a little complicated to say. I mean, all of the pantheons coexist in different ways. Sometimes as completely separate beings, or sometimes as different sides to the same coins. When my mother had me, she was her Greek self - Aphrodite. So I take after that part of her.”

“And that’s what you did earlier when you bosses us around and we all just... listened?” Izzy’s eyes were wide, but with awe more than anything.

Y/n smiled at her enthusiasm. As the shock wore off, everyone else seemed to be following the same general emotional path as well. Except Jace... he stayed silent and became impossible to read. Y/n tried not to focus on it. Jace needed time to process and everyone else had questions that needed answers until then. “That’s what I call Charm Speak. If I really try, I can sway someone into doing what I want them to do. I’ve never used it on any of you,” he added quickly as their eyes all went very wide. “I had a lot of people only like me because I was pretty or popular, and I spent a lot of time surviving off of the fact that I had this ability. I hate it. I wanted real friends and family and relationships - I wanted everything we experienced tl be voluntary.”

Alec nodded, relaxed a lot more than he was earlier. “It’s not far from what we are. You still-“

“Y/n, can we talk?” Jace finally piped up. Everyone else fell silent. “In private,” he added.

Y/n nodded and the two branches off and walked a little to be in complete privacy. “I’m... I’m sorry Jace,” Y/n whispered as they came to a stop, but still stayed quiet.

Jace swallowed, looking at his boyfriend. “I just need to know two things. I love you because of my own volition, right?” Y/n nodded immediately, and the earnest honesty in his eyes set Jace very much at ease. “And your love... for me... is the same? It’s not a byproduct from your mom being the Goddess of Love and all?”

Of all the things Jace could have been worried about, Y/n had not in a million years thought it would be that. “Of course.” He smiled a little, amused by memories as he thought back to what seemed another lifetime. “In fact, my siblings were never ones for serious relationships or actually falling in love. It was a sort of initiation to get someone to fall in love with us and then totally break their heart. Proved your place or whatever. I mean... Aphrodite is the goddess of lust and she thrives off of being beautiful and yearned for and such. She isn’t really the goddess of love - that Eros’ thing. Very big misconception.”

Jace smiled, amused at his boyfriend’s nerdiness showing. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, checking if this is what he thought it was.

Jace chuckled. He seemed absent of any of the worries and darkness of before. “Honestly Y/n, we just have a lot more in common now. I get to know more about you. You never talk about your family... I don’t mind this. Alec was right - we’re descended from angels. Clary’s sad is a terrorist. My parents are dead. Alec and Izzy’s dad is a dick and they’re barely forming a relationship with the only remaining adult in any of our lives. I... love you even more, if anything else.”

Y/n moved close to him, cupping his face for a moment before pulling into a slow, sweet kiss. Jace held his boyfriend around the waist, pulling their bodies as close as possible.

“I love you too,” Y/n whispered after they parted.

It was all that needed to be said. A new chapter of their relationship had begun, and they got to explore it together.

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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obx-pogue4life · 3 years

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What A Night

Summary: Y/N and Rafe set out for date night at a new restaurant that ends up going wrong and they try to save the night so its not a total loss

Warnings: None really! It’s more fluff than smut and has softer BF Rafe vibes :) Beware of my poor editing and spacing issues tho lol thats the real warning...

HUGE shoutout to @maybankforlife for forcing me to realize and come to terms with my love for all things Drew Starkey! I blame you completely and I’ll never forgive you ❤️

*Not my pic but I will gladly credit them if anyone knows who it belongs to*

"Shit, why the hell can't we find this God damn place, Y/N? I've lived here all my life and never had this much of a problem gettin' around for fuck sake!

I look over at my boyfriend Rafe and laugh as he continues to swear and mutter under his breath. We were supposed to be going to a new restaurant downtown. Our reservations were for 7pm and we were already about 20 minutes late and as far as I could tell, we weren't anywhere near where we needed to be. It was supposed to be this amazing little Italian restaurant that got rave reviews and Rafe and I had been invited as some of the first lucky few to get to try it out, opening week. A definite perk of dating a Cameron- we got invited to things like this all the time.

"Why don't we just pull over and ask for directions, I'm sure someon-

"NO, I'm not asking for directions Y/N. Shit- this shouldn't be that difficult" he mutters again to himself, under his breath.

Typical Rafe, too proud to ask for directions. He'd rather circle around downtown aimlessly for hours before he would even consider asking anyone for help.

I stare out the passenger window as the familiar buildings and parking garages make yet another appearance on tonight's quest for dinner.

"You should try the GPS again babe", he says to me.

"Well, I can if you want, but it sent us to the wrong place the first time we tried it so why would it send us to the right place the second time? I'll try baby, but I wouldn't get your hopes up", I chuckle.

"Yeah, you're probably right", he whispers, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"This is really starting to piss me off", he says as his stomach began to rumble. I laugh and poke at his stomach.

"Awwwww, my poor baby", I mock him and he looks at me with dagger eyes but then laughs.

"It's ok babe, I'm getting really hungry too. Do you wanna just ditch the opening and hit up a McDonald's or something instead?

I could tell he was thinking about it and before he could answer me, his stomach growled again loudly.

"Fuck this", he laughs and begins to pull off the road. "Where the hell, even are we?" "How did this happen?", he asks me shaking his head.

I looked over at him and completely lose it and start laughing uncontrollably and the next thing I know, he's laughing too. We both just start cracking up over this whole silly mess and can't stop. We laugh until we cry and just when we think it is all out of our systems, Rafe's stomach growls again and it makes us erupt into a whole new fit of giggles.

Once we were able to catch our breath and calm ourselves down, Rafe grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers together and smiles at me. "I Love you, Y/N", he says. I smile back and reply, "Love you more" as he groans and rolls his eyes at me, smiling. "You, my darlin', will never, NEVER love me more than I love you, it's just not possible", he says giving me the cockiest, most sly smile imaginable. I giggle and playfully swat his arm.

"Rafe", I say softly, unbuckling my seat belt and turning towards him.

"Yeah", he looks at me unsuspectingly.

I'm not sure what exactly was going through my head but in that moment, I decided to make the most of our little mishap and reach over to him and unbuckle his seat belt.

"What are you doing, Y/N? Why are you undoing my seat bel-

I cut him off by putting my finger to his lips. "Shhhh", I say leaning closer to his face.

"Slide your seat back baby, I whisper softly, lightly licking the outer part of his ear.

I hear him gulp and he immediately slides his seat back as far as it will go.

He looks at me with wide eyes waiting for me to make my next move. I swiftly shift from my seat to his and try to straddle his lap as sexily as I can and I think I do a pretty god job, because he is just staring at me with this goofy grin on his face. But as I try to get myself situated better on his lap, I notice some tension tugging on the side of my skirt. All thoughts of how sexy I think I'm being fly out the window when I look over and notice that I have managed to get the pocket of my skirt caught over the gear shift. We both look at each other and then at my skirt pocket and immediately start laughing again.

"Fuck it, I give up", I giggle and bury my face in his chest as he fixes my skirt for me.

My face is flaming with embarrassment. "What the hell is going on tonight?", I ask him.

"I dunno Y/N, but I liked where this was heading", he says cheekily. Why'd you stop?" he questions me.

"Well I kinda ruined the moment Rafe- there's nothing sexy about what happened just now, is there? I mean, how does that even happen" I groan and look away feeling completely deflated.

"Y/N", he said.

I ignore him and start to climb off his lap.

"Y/N", he said more softly. "Stop and look at me"

As I lift my head up and look at his face, he has a huge smile on it and he kisses me on the forehead.

"You really are perfect for me, you know that?", he says.

"Perfect, yeah right. Have you forgotten what just happened two minutes ago baby?", I laugh, giving him a look.

"Nope", he smiles shaking his head. "That babe, is a perfect example of exactly why I love you. You're always up for anything. You're carefree and able to laugh at yourself and are incredibly sexy, weather you believe me or not. And you always try to make the best out of a completely shit situation. Tonight was horrible all the way around, everything we set out to do tonight was a terrible disaster, but you know what? It doesn't matter because we spent it together and had a few good laughs.

I look into his eyes and smile. "Yeah, I guess your right", I say as he pulls me in for a hug.

"I'm still kinda hungry though", he says licking his lips. "What do you say we head towards home?"

"That sounds perfect, maybe we can grab a pizza or something", I reply as I start to climb back into my own seat. "Wanna get a movie too"? I ask him.

"Nah, I have a better idea babe", he says winking at me as he puts his seat belt back on and begins to pull back onto the road.

I blush a little as he reaches for my hand.

"I think we need to finish what you started", he says in a low voice, pushing my hand down onto his lap.

"You think your not sexy Y/N, but would someone who isn's sexy be able to make me this hard", he questions.

I brush my fingertips over his length and feel him pulse against my touch.

"I want you so badly, Y/N", he whispers, eyes fixed on the road. I need you. Now.

I bite my lip and begin to palm him through his tight black jeans, seeing his bulge straining against the restricting fabric.

"Mmmm, babe", he moans.

I smirk at him and start to unzip the fly of his jeans but he places his hand over mine to stop me.

"If you unzip me right now Y/N, we will most definitely not be making it home in one piece", he chuckles darkly.

"Yeah but Rafe, we're still an hour away from home", I pout.

A sly smile spreads across his face. "I have an idea", he states as he pulls off the highway.

"What are you doing now", I say to him.

"Well, tonight kinda sucked, yeah? So why don't we try and save it", he says with a cheeky grin.

"What are you up to Cameron?", I question him again, laughing.

Just when I'm about to ask him for the third time what he's doing, he pulls up to a huge Victorian style hotel and parks the car.

"You're crazy", I tell him, putting the pieces together and grinning from ear to ear.

"Only about you", he says getting out of the car and jogging over to my side.

I roll my eyes at his cheesiness and let him pull me out of the car and onto my feet.

"We don't have any luggage Rafe", I protest realizing how this is gonna look.

"Babe, what we're gonna be doing requires no luggage", he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

I smile and shiver with anticipation and he pulls me closer to the doors of the hotel.

"What about dinner", I laugh as he reaches for the door handle.

He stops and leans towards me again.

"Suddenly I'm not so hungry Y/N", he breathes into my ear and opens the door. "Well, not for food anyway", he states and winks at me. "But we can get room service later."

I blush as he leaves me near the entrance way of the hotel with a dumbfounded look on my face as he goes up to the front desk and books us a room. I finally feel like our night is about to get better. I look over at my boyfriend and he waves for me to come over to him while the concierge tells him the total. As he pulls out his credit card to pay a condom falls out of his wallet and onto the floor and I can see the embarrassment and panic in his body language as his shoulders tense. He hands the concierge his credit card and she scans it through. I don't think the concierge noticed because she didn't miss a beat. Still standing by the doors, I watch Rafe, trying not to laugh. He is fidgeting like crazy and keeps looking at the floor and then to me and settles with putting his shoe over it. I know I need to save him when a family comes up and stands in line behind him. I make my way over to him and pretend to drop my purse, picking it up with the the condom simultaneously and leaning into Rafe, resting my head on his shoulder as if nothing happened.

"Thank you", he mouthed to me.

"I think you dropped something baby", I smirk.

"Shit, could this night be anymore ridiculous", he whispers to me, embarrassment clear from his reddened cheeks.

The concierge grins at us while we banter with each other and right as I think she is going to give us our key-cards, she tells us to hold on a minute, and walks away. Rafe and I both look at her, shrug and say, "OK".

"That was weird", he whispers to me so she can't hear him.

"Yeah", I agree. "But it definitely goes with the rest of our night", I say chuckling.

He begins to laugh with me and puts his arm around my shoulder, sighing contently.

"Here we are", the concierge says to us in a sing-song voice.

She smiles at us as she hands us a set of key-cards and a folded up piece of paper.

"Ummm, thanks", Rafe says to her.

"You two have a wonderful night,", she chirps, winking at us.

As Rafe and I walk toward the elevator we both look at each other and laugh again.

"What the fuck was that Y/N?", he said to me.

"I have no idea", I said wiping my eyes. "What's on that paper she gave you with the key-cards?" I ask, still giggling, and reach for it.

"I dunno babe", he says handing it to me. "Read it?", he asks.

"You remind me of my husband and I many years ago- so young and so in love. Please accept this complimentary upgrade to the Honeymoon Suite. It's so refreshing to see such a sweet, carefree and loving couple. Plus- its on its own floor so you don't have to worry about noise! You two lovebirds have fun!"

"OhMyGosh!", I gasp and look at my boyfriend.

I can feel my cheeks begin to burn.

"Shit", he says looking at me, embarrassment taking over. "Fuck", he groans, his cheeks flaming. "She must have seen me drop the condom", he says in a hushed voice.

"This is the weirdest night, baby", I sigh shaking my head. "Should we accept it?", I ask him.

"I don't know", he answers honestly.

The elevator dings and the doors open. We both look at each other with puzzled looks.

"Where to", the attendant asks us.

I smile and shrug my shoulders, leaning into Rafe.

"The Honeymoon Suite", he says with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Sir", the attendant says, smiling at us.

When we arrive at the Honeymoon floor, he grabs my hand and we get out off the elevator and walk towards the large double doors at the end of the corridor.

"Are you sure about this Baby", I ask him softly.

"The way I see it Y/N, she wouldn't have offered it to us if she didn't want us to use it. And to decline such a sweet offer from such a nice old woman would just be rude", he answers with a cocky smile spreading across his lips.

"I suppose your right", I say slowly. "We wouldn't want to be rude", I say smiling back at him.

"Definitely not", he says rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.

"I think our night is about to turn around babe", he says bending down to kiss me slowly.

"Mmmhmm", I murmur as he continues to kiss me in the corridor.

He softly moves his hands up my body and tangles them into my hair, bending me back slightly and he begins to deepen this kiss and I have to force myself to break away from his intoxicating embrace.

"Let's go inside baby", I say breathlessly.

"Whatever you say Y/N", he says looking me up and down, licking his lips.

"Whatever you say", he repeats and smirks as he unlocks the door to the suite.

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Can we just stop, and appreciate the pure chaos that would happen if the reader of the platonic Todoroki clan got a boyfriend? And I’m picturing hawks comes too. And everyone is just standing there glaring at this poor kid(if Dabi didn’t already kill him) and the reader is just standing there smiling while this poor kid gets burned when shaking dabi’s hand, then frost bitten by shaking natsuo’s hand, and endeavor is the only one trying to figure out if this kid is good, while everyone else is just trying to frighten the kid off.

Rei is acting nice but it is clear that she hates this poor boy who just wanted to take the reader on a date to something like an ice rink or the movies. And hawks is hiding feathers in the readers bag and pocket.

Yandere Todoroki family reacting to reader getting a bf

"Can we just stop" I thought u were gonna ask me to stop posting Todoroki Clan content lolol

Okay, but on to the ask. I have been thinking about this scenario a lot.

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

Its a miracle how you've managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long. You're always very careful about mentioning your friends, pretending to be not close to them, not even smiling at your phone when you get a text from your boyfriend.

You know your family is...a bit odd. They're very protective of you, maybe even a little possessive? Always checking up on you, asking about where you go, who you're friends with, why do you choose your friends over them on a Friday night. You've caught your brothers, mostly Shotou and Dabi, following you around a few times. Your dad liked to pick you up from school during classes in his car, taking you on daddy-daughter dates and asking about your day and if something or someone has piqued your interest. You have caught Natsuo and Fuyumi snooping through your phone many times, and you've learned to lie on the spot everytime Rei tried to guilt you into gossiping about your life, asking if you would ever keep secrets from your self proclaimed best friend.

If anything, you'd say you were the closest to Hawks. He gives you space, doesn't pester you with questions even if you can see that he wants to, and you know for sure that of all people, he wouldn't ever be mad at you.

So when he asked about your plans for Valentines, you surprised him when you revealed how your s/o was taking you on a date. It takes everything in him to not show his dislike to your decision but he lets you go on. You explain to him about what kind of a person your s/o is and sing all his praises, but it doesn't matter because Hawks knows nobody is good enough for you. Its a fact. He was already planning on hurting your s/o but he had to postpone that when you ask him for help, to help you reveal this information to your family.

And Hawks could never say no to you.

So, during a family dinner, when everyone including Dabi and Hawks were present, you revealed your plans for Valentines. It was dead silent for a few minutes before they started throwing all sorts of questions at you. When Dabi asked about who your s/o was and where did he live because he was going to beat him up, you did your best to calm him down, asking him to at least meet him first before passing any judgements. But when your other brothers told you that they forbid you to keep in contact with s/o, you silently excused yourself from dinner, barely able to hold your tears in.

This is where Hawks comes in. He'll be the one convincing them to meet this guy, telling them not to lock you away because of it. Sure, he's equally protective of you as they are, and while he doesn't like the idea of you dating, it would be better to make you realise that your s/o is just not the one for you.

Why do they need to be the bad guys, when they can make your boyfriend out to be one?

Hawks will tell them that this is a good opportunity for family bonding. You trusted them enough to reveal your relationship, so if they react negatively, you might start hiding more things from them.

And while they all hate the idea, they can't help but agree to with Hawks. It'll be a good way to keep an eye on you. Its clear they weren't able to protect you since you're that good at keeping secrets.

And so, the family calls you back, telling you that they'd love to meet the boy. Rei apologises on everyone's behalf for rejecting the idea too quickly and when you glance at Hawks, you know that its your godfather who changed their minds.

Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as a thanks, you're pulled out of the room by Fuyumi, Rei and Natsuo as they let you gush about your boyfriend. Once you've left, the rest of the men start talking. Planning what to do, what tracker should they put in your phone and clothes, how to break you guys up and make your s/o seem like the one who was intent on breaking your heart from the start. Not even 5 minutes later and all of them get a message from Fuyumi in the family group chat (a separate one you're not a part of).

Its an attachment of a Facebook profile of your s/o.

This gives them all an opportunity to check this guy out, his background, intentions, etc.

The day comes when the guy comes over to meet the family. Its adorable how excited you are, holding your boyfriend's hand and introducing him to everyone, sending him cute reassuring smiles, completely oblivious to the daggers your family is glaring at him. You're the only one in the room who doesn't sense the negative energy.

As soon as you leave your s/o alone with them for a while, your family puts their plan into motion. It could go many different ways. They could intimidate him, maybe bribe him to leave you alone. Dabi and Shotou aren't above using their quirks either.

The poor bastard never had a chance with you to begin with. And no one ever will as long as the Todoroki name is joined with yours.

Unless...

Your boyfriend is Katsuki Bakugo.

I love godfather Hawks sm 💖 He and Enji co parenting reader has not left my mind for days.

Anyways, what do you guys think of Bakugo as reader's bf?

#yandere todoroki family #yandere enji todoroki #yandere dabi x reader #yandere endeavor #yandere mha #bnha headcanons #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #yandere rei todoroki #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere enji x reader #yandere godfather hawks #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere natsuo todoroki #yandere fuyumi todoroki #platonic enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #bnha

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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Yan! ex bf Haechan trying to win back y/n through not-so-nice ways (i haven't seen much yan! hc fics lately,and you're the best person to do it so i'm rooting for for you! 😁)

You simply cannot believe the nerve he has. Well, actually, you can.

Of course Donghyuck would be this dramatic and give you an ultimatum, and of course it would be over something that's so ridiculous, too.

Now, standing outside the door to his apartment, you're fuming. You cannot believe you're actually doing this right now.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself (that doesn't really do much on the calming aspect), you knock at his door.

Oh, how that knock sounds like music to his ears. Walking over to the door, Haechan opens it with a smile on his face. Even if when he sees you, you're glaring daggers through his skull.

"You came," he grins, like it's the most pleasant surprise he's ever had the pleasure of receiving.

"It's not like I had a choice," you huff, pushing past him and making sure to hit his shoulder harshly on the way in.

"Oh, sweetheart," he chuckles, "you always have a choice."

"With you?" You turn on him, narrowing your gaze slightly. "Never."

Rolling your eyes, you decide to get this over with sooner rather than later, "where is he?"

"Wow, not even a 'hello'? It's always right down to business with you," he shakes his head as he allows the door to fall shut. You notice how he slides the lock in place quickly before walking past you into the living room. "Not even a simple, "hi baby, I've missed you so much" for me?"

"Keep dreaming," you cross your arms.

"Harsh," he pouts.

"Now, where is he?" You glare at him expectantly. "I'm not going to ask again."

"Okay, okay, geez," this time, it's his turn to roll his eyes as he motions to a spot on the couch. "He's right there. Calm down, will you?"

Following his movement, you breathe a sigh of relief once you see your cat curled up safely in the middle of his couch.

"My Baby," you deliberately squeal slightly as you rush over to your cat on the couch, crouching beside him and brushing over his fur to make sure he's really alright. "Oh, how I've missed you so much."

"So, you'll say that to him but not to me?" Haechan scoffs, adding under his breath, "typical."

"Last time I checked, he wasn't the one I broke up with three months ago and can't seem to move on with his life," you counter. "Not only that, but he didn't break into my house and steal my cat and then proceed to threaten to drive him out to the middle of buttfuck nowhere and feed him to the crows. So, no, I will not 'calm down'."

"Yet you still came to see me," he quirks a brow.

"Because I had no choice!" You stand once more, pure rage coursing through your veins. "This is getting ridiculous, Donghyuck. You need to grow up and accept the fact that we broke up. You can't keep doing things like this. What's next? You gonna kidnap me? Great plan, that'll really make sure I never want to get back together with you."

At the look you see him make, your mouth falls open.

"You bastard! You were seriously considering that, weren't you?" The shock is as clear on your face as it is in your voice. Scooping up your cat into your arms, you rush past him as all he can do is look at his feet in shame. Quickly, you manage to undo the lock. "Don't ever come near me again."

Your threat is finalized with the sound of his front door slamming shut behind you, Donghyuck being left with his own thoughts on how to get you back once more. If only things were different. If only you realized that you still love him as much as he loves you. One thing's for certain though.

He will not stop until he's won.

#ask #yandere nct #yandere donghyuck #yandere haechan #nct drabble #haechan drabble #donghyuck drabble #drabbles

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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hi !! i was curious if it’d be okay to request mha bf hcs who have a gf that are like... kinda overweight but tall as well & they’re just body/appearance insecure too ? i really need some comfort 😭 umm for characters bakugo, todoroki, deku, and. . . tamaki ? or just the mha boys (not specifically like a character / who?) in general (sorry i hope it made sense ajbdajdnan) thank you so much & i really like your work!

of course!! I hope this helps ^^

overweight s/o headcanons with:

todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, tamaki amajiki, bakugou katsuki

gn!reader :)

todoroki shoto

he won’t understand why you’re insecure

“but I think you look great”

you’ll be hesitant on going out on a date with him and he’s ok with cancelling for you but he also wants to understand so that he can help you

he’ll stare daggers at anyone who makes fun of you, if they happen to be his partner during training..good luck!!

he looves to be the little spoon and thinks that cuddling will help you be less insecure

it gives him the opportunity to trace the outline of your body, to love every part that makes you doubt yourself

he’ll leave kisses everywhere, to assure you that he loves you no matter what

if you’re taller than him, he’ll think it’s cute when you compare your shoe sizes and how much different his is compared to yours

will ask to wear your clothes a lot because they’re comfy

if you’re afraid that you won’t fit in his, he’ll just trash his whole wardrobe and buy new clothes for himself that’ll fit you better

when you take non-intimate showers together, he’ll carefully lather each part with soap and handle it with love

I also think that one of his pet names for you will be “beautiful”

like he’ll be spooning you and whispering into your ear, “good night, beautiful”

midoriya izuku

he’ll feel sad when you’re sad

when you tell him abt ur insecurities, his mind will run laps on how to make you feel better

when people make fun of you or call you out, he’ll usher you out of the area and tell you not to listen to them

he likes to just stare at whatever ur doing sometimes

like the two of you will be quietly doing your own tasks and he’ll just pause and look at you

you could be sharpening your pencil or packing your bags, he’s just entranced

Ooo he really likes kissing you when you’re hovering on top of him, he likes it when your hair tickles his face (if u have long hair) and just looking up at u

U can really see the love and admiration he has through his eyes

he won’t be able to sleep without you when you’re gone

so that means that he’ll be extra clingy when you’re back

just curling himself into you, loving the way you smell and how safe he feels in your arms

prolly little spoon like 95% of the time

But if u want him to be big spoon, he’ll be happy to

it means that he knows ur safe with him, no one can ever hurt u mentally or physically

tamaki amajiki

he will try SO hard to cheer you up

but he knows that he’s just going to stumble over his words

which might end up making u feel worse

and he ofc doesn’t want that

so instead, he’ll give you back hugs

just resting his head on your shoulder, quietly

he doesn’t know what to do either when ur made fun of

he’s panicking bc he can feel you drooping next to him, he had to think fast

so he just brought you to his dorm and gave you his blanket or his hoodie

ordered your favorite food, rented your comfort film

he really didn’t know what to say so he just thought, “what do they like?”

and a whole list just wham pops up ins head

he also gets sad when you are

because in his eyes you’re just this person who’s so gorgeous and hardworking

you shouldn’t be insecure abt anything

he’ll also express his love for ur body or any of ur insecurities through cuddles

again, this man doesn’t know what to say and so he hopes that showing u will let u know that he cares

bakugou katsuki

“Haa? What for?”

If you’re standing in front of the mirror and you tell him how you feel abt yourself, he’ll walk over and place his hands on your shoulders

makes u look him in the eye

“Listen here y/n”

but that came out a little demanding so he sighed and took ur face in his hands

“u’re...great ok? I..*sighs* im proud to be your bf. Because ur amazing..and beautiful..dumbass” 😒

Now he can’t keep eye contact with u

but wait he’s not done

“And if you ever doubt that.. or the fact that I love you...I’ll-I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” You say, obviously teasing him

he grumbles and decides to cut it with a kiss

Like almost all the other boys, bakugou will express his gratitude and love through actions

If anyone dares to make fun of you, it’s 💥💥🪦🪦x-x

gets rly frustrated at himself for not being able to comfort u properly

He’ll go out of his way now to tell you how you look and all

but ofc not without a tomato red face 🤪

a/n: don’t forget ur beautiful anon!! j so y’all know..I use this 🤪ironically

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