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goatcheesecak3 · 6 months

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Please write a "meet the parents" situation for rodrick officially meeting his partner's parents, I live for him actually trying so he could make a good impression >_<

Hello! Sorry this took a few days, but here it is!

Rodrick fished around in his drawer, desperately in search of his church clothes, the only things he had that weren't band shirts and skinny jeans. Tonight was a huge deal. He was finally going to meet y/n's parents. A formal dinner wasn't exactly in his comfort zone, but he was confident that he'd mage a good impression. He'd had a week to plan, he'd even swallowed his pride and asked his mother for help with conversational tips and how to impress parents. So, with a neatly pressed shirt on and a pair of smart looking shoes he'd borrowed from his father, he set out in his van to y/n's house. Although, he had one very important stop to make on the way. He made a small detour to a shop where he purchased some flowers and a bottle of wine - a nice bottle, a fairly pricey cabernet sauvignon - not the cheap stuff he usually got for himself. He knew middle aged people were always impressed when a young person turned up with a gift.

He parked just round the corner from y/n's house, unsure as to what her parents would make of the beat up white van with "löded diper" crudely spray painted on the side that he would often chauffeur their daughter around in. Walking up to the house he revised the tips his mother had given him. Be polite, smile, offer to help. Piece of cake.

He straightened himself up, and rang the bell. A woman in a neat blouse answered with a welcoming smile,

"You must be the famous Rodrick, come on in, I'm y/n's mother, (your mum's name)"

"Hi, it's lovely to finally meet you. I hope you like cab sauv and peonies," he smiled, handing y/n's mother the gifts.

"Well aren't you just a dear"

She escorted him to the dining room (before disappearing into the kitchen) where y/n greeted him with a smile.

"The wine was a nice touch" she winked at him, before giving him a brief kiss on the cheek.

"If I'm being completely honest, I'm absolutely terrified for tonight" he whispered, "I really hope they like me"

"You've got nothing to worry about baby, trust me, they'll love you"

At that moment, y/n's father emerged from the kitchen, he smiled reassuringly at Rodrick

"You certainly know the way to a middle aged woman's heart, lad" he chuckled, placing a firm hand on Rodrick's shoulder.

Rodrick was perplexed, which y/n picked up on

"He means you impressed mum" she giggled.

Rodrick breathed a sigh of relief

"Relax, boy! You don't need to be so nervous, we don't bite" y/n's dad said.

This certainly was going better than expected - almost too much better. Rodrick figured that y/n must have buttered up her parents real good, maybe even embellished some of his better qualities a bit, but that only added pressure. He was so sure that if they knew what he was really like they'd never approve of him, and how on earth could he live up to the perfect gentleman that her parents so clearly thought he was? He was left with only one option: to fake it. It was a foolproof plan, in front of y/n's parents he would no longer be Rodrick, drummer and founder of löded diper, he would be Rodrick, the academically talented, responsible young man.

"Do you need help setting the table?" He asked politely

"Haven't you got him well trained," y/n's dad joked to her, "it's alright son, just take your seat, me and the Mrs will sort that out"

The table was laid, the food placed neatly in front of the four, and Rodrick's wine had been poured into glasses for everyone. Rodrick made sure to compliment the food, and take small delicate bites, rather than scarfing it down like he did at home.

"So Rodrick, tell us how you and y/n met," y/n's mum enquired.

Rodrick's heart began to race. He couldn't possibly tell them that they met at a basement punk show where his band was performing, that wouldn't be very responsible-young-man of him. No problem, he had the perfect lie.

"We met in the... library, yeah that's right, the library. Can't get enough of that place with all it's uh.... books and... stuff"

Y/n shot him a confused look, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, well that's nice" y/n's mum said, but something was off. Did she not believe him? Was that not impressive enough? He had to step up his game.

"Yeah, it's really nice. You know, that's just the sort of thing me and y/n like to get up to together, studying, reading the classics and not staying out later than 8:30. Isn't that right y/n?" He said, stumbling over his words as he did.

Y/n's brow furrowed as she uttered a less than confident "Uhuh..."

"Right then," her dad said, feigning politeness.

It was no use. No matter what he did, Rodrick couldn't hide the fact that he was never going to be the type of guy parents like. He couldn't even fake it. He was more than embarrassed, he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Looking down, desperately trying to hide his red cheeks, he mumbled some excuse about needing to check if he'd locked his van, then he legged it out the door, leaving a very confused y/n and her parents. He just had to get out of there.

"Y/n, sweetheart," y/n's dad said, "what in the fresh hell just happened?"

"I'm wondering that too," she replied, standing up from the table and heading to the front door, "I'll be right back".

She jogged down the road, where she found Rodrick sat on the floor leaning on his van, his face firmly planted in his palm muttering "you idiot" to himself.

"Uhhhh.. Rodrick? You wanna tell me what that was back there?" She asked, startling him slightly.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I really tried. I'm just not the sort of guy you bring home to your parents. They saw right through me." His gaze directed strictly towards the ground, he was far too humiliated to look at her.

"Yeah, no shit they saw through it Rodrick, I've told them all about you. They know you're not some goody two shoes bookworm"

"They do?" He lifted his head up slightly

"Of course they do," y/n said, sitting down next to him and taking one of his hands.

"They know all about the band, the fact that you hate studying, they even know that you taught me how to shotgun a beer"

"Wh... what?!" Rodrick spluttered, genuinely surprised, "why the hell did they even let me in their house?"

Y/n threw her head back laughing.

"Babe, my dad was in a punk band when he was our age, that's how he and my mum met. They like the fact that I'm not so uptight since meeting you, they say we remind them of themselves when they were younger"

"Wait... really?"

"Really, doofus" y/n smiled, giving Rodrick a playful jab in the arm.

Rodrick smiled, and planted a small peck on her cheek.

"I guess we better go back in and try again huh?" Y/n said, helping Rodrick to his feet

"Lead the way babe".

Upon returning to the dining table, Rodrick composed himself, let out a deep breath and finally spoke.

"I'm sorry about before, I'm not a book guy, I'm the drummer in a punk band called löded diper, the last book I read the whole way through was a beano comic, and I feel naked without eyeliner. So, that's it. That's the truth,"

Y/n's parents were silent for a second, before erupting into laughter.

"Well why didn't you say so!" Y/ns dad said, "Come on son, sit. Tell me about this band of yours..."

The rest of the evening flew by, y/n's parents reminiscing on anecdotes from their youth, while indulging in y/n and Rodricks more recent stories. It would appear that Rodrick couldn't have been more wrong, he was exactly the type of guy a girl brings home to her parents.

A/n hope you enjoyed :^) requests for fics / hcs are still open (sfw only)

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swampstew · 2 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

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tomtenadia · 7 months

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Detours to you - ch 9

Good evening... I am here with a little present for those few readers who follow this fic. As I mentioned, the fluff has for now reach it's temporary end and we are having a bit of angst... Sorry....

Sunday evening finally came and Rowan was getting nervous. He and Maya had the greatest of the weekends. On Sunday afternoon they had gone to the aquarium and Rowan quickly realised that such places were much more fun with kids. His daughter had a limitless well of energy. She had dragged him in every possible corner of the venue and then asked for a second tour of the sharkies and squishies, her own way of calling jellyfishes and sharks.

They were now back at home. Aelin had texted him that she was on her way to him and Rowan had given her specific instructions to reach him. The GPS struggled to recognise his address when he had people over he had to write down specific directions to reach him. In addition, the last part to his house was not fully covered in tarmac and was easily missed in heavy snow conditions.

Aelin had already called him twice when she took the wrong turn down in the village. As on cue she called him again at the last point people struggled the most. She had taken the wrong turn and ended up on the path to his neighbour’s house.

“Ready to see mum again?”

Maya jumped in excitement and joined him on the door.

The headlights of her car finally appeared after the bend and he relaxed. He should have met her at her place. Aelin was not used to that road and to make it worse it was evening too.

“Whitethorn, I thought I was climbing on the Staghorns.”

“Mama!” Maya screamed and ran for her mother who hugged her fiercely “I missed you so much, baby.”

Rowan encouraged them inside and they greeted each other properly “Did you have a nice time with Rowan?”

“Yes, mum, he is the best.”

Aelin looked up at Rowan “Nice digs Whitethorn. This place is stunning.”

He smiled “I am proud of it too. It’s finally starting to feel like home.”

He did not mention that having Maya’s toys around was helping towards that too.

The two girls went to the sofa and Rowan let them catch up. Maya showed her mum all the hockey presents he had bought her and the TFD puck.

Aelin turned and looked at him with a strange expression and he nodded.

“Maya, could you stay here while I talk to Rowan for a moment?”

“Okay, I have a book to colour.”

Aelin indicated to the kitchen with her head and Rowan followed her inside.

He leaned against the counter, his arms at his chest “She survived the weekend. Did I pass the test?”

“She seemed to have fun.”

“Yes, we had a great time and she likes it.”

“It’s not enough, Rowan.”

The words hit him like a train wreck “What do you mean?”

“You just spent a weekend with her, that is not enough to prove that you can be her dad.”

Rowan felt rage rising fast but reigned it in. He could not scream, Maya was in the other room.

“You promised.” He hissed.

“I know, but it’s too early.”

A savage curse left his lips and he started pacing “I want to be her father.” His voice full of pain and disappointment “Do you know what she asked me yesterday?”

Aelin shook her head.

“She asked me if I could be your boyfriend, like in the stories. She wants me to.”

“Rowan, she is five, everything is a fairytale for her.”

A loud groan escaped him “Our daughter is not stupid. That was a clear sign that she wants a father figure in her life.”

“I am scared.”

“Damn it Aelin, I am scared too. This is big but hell, I don’t think I ever wanted something this bad.”

“We need plans, and rules,” she added while leaning against the counter “This cannot be decided in one night, Rowan.”

He was silent and Aelin could see pain etched in his features. She hated what she was doing to him, but her priority was Maya “I am not risking Maya’s welfare only to satisfy your ego and get called dad.”

Rowan’s hands fisted at his side “Me selfish? You had her for five years and decided not to tell me.”

“I can’t believe we are having this fight again. I told you why.”

“You never gave me the chance. You just assumed just like you are doing now,” he almost roared in frustration “Aelin, please…” his voice full of agony “Let’s tell her.”

Aelin stiffened “No, Rowan. Not yet. I am her mother and it’s my call.”

Rowan left the room and stormed in the living room where Maya was playing on the carpet. He kneeled at her side and hugged her “It’s time to go home with your mum,” Maya threw her arms around his neck “I had an amazing weekend with you, little tornado.”

He heard her sniffle and he was positive his heart was breaking “You can come and visit again. Your room will always be here.”

“Okay.”

Rowan could not pull away from his daughter and fought hard the tears threatening to break. In a burst of courage he stood “Do you have all things ready? Elf?”

Maya nodded quietly and hugged the toy then hugged Rowan’s leg “Love you.”

He lifted her up and kissed her hard on her cheek “You are my favourite person too.”

Aelin grabbed the bags and then Maya’s hand.

“Text me when you are back safely, the road on the way down can be quite bad.”

Aelin nodded “Night, Rowan.”

He walked them outside and on the porch he watched Maya climb in the car then turning and waving at him. He remained outside until the lights disappeared.

Then he walked around the house collecting the toys scattered on the carpet. He grabbed the shark soft toy she had left behind and hugged it and finally let the tears flow.

On the way home Aelin called her mother and asked if she and Maya could visit.

“Fancy going to say hi to grandma and grandpa?”

“Okay.” Answered a very quiet Maya.

Her parents were waiting for them at the door when they arrived. Maya walked quietly to her grandparents and they knew right away that something was wrong “Hello Maya.”

“Hi nana.”

“She is tired, she had a fun weekend with Rowan.”

“Come in both of you, it’s cold outside.”

Evalin who had the radar for her daughter’s worries pulled Aelin in the kitchen “Maya, go and play with grampa.”

Rhoe took his granddaughter away and Evalin shoved Aelin inside “What happened?”

Aelin burst in tears and flung herself in her mother’s arms.

“Was the weekend with Rowan a disaster?”

“No,” she sobbed hard “It was perfect.”

“So why is Maya sad?”

“Because she had to leave him.”

Evalin pushed her daughter on the chair and sat on the one opposite from Aelin.

“And?”

“And we haven’t told her he is her dad and Rowan is now furious at me, but I am scared, mum.”

Evalin patted her daughter’s leg “Of what? Talk to me.”

“What if he leaves again? What if he finds another woman and Maya becomes just a passing thought? If he and I can’t make it work and we make things worse for Maya?” Her tears returned in full force “And all he wants is to tell her the truth to satisfy his ego.”

“I doubt it Aelin, that is not Rowan’s style.”

“He is just so pushy.”

Evalin hugged her daughter “I think he just had a taste at how it feels to be a father and wants to feel that for real and wants to be called dad.” She kissed her daughter’s head “You put his name on the birth certificate, you wanted him to be Maya’s dad.”

“Am I being unreasonable?”

“No, you are just protecting your daughter,” added Evalin quietly “But Maya is smart and will soon start asking question. Soon she will ask why she does not have a dad like the other kids.”

Aelin let out a ragged breath “I know, I have been preparing myself for that.”

“Aelin, you don’t have to do it alone,” she added “and you don’t have to lie. Be candid with your daughter she will appreciate it when she is older.”

“Rowan said that she asked him if he was my boyfriend.”

Evalin was pensive for a moment “which means she has picked up on something.” She added “You never let her stay with anyone apart from us, and all of a sudden Rowan can have her over for a whole weekend?”

“He has bought a car seat, decorated her room, bought her toys and books, childproofed the house.”

Evalin let out a small chuckle “he is whipped already.”

Aelin nodded.

“And the fact that Maya was sad to leave him means that she feels comfortable with him.”

All of a sudden the door of the kitchen burst open “Mama, nana! Grandpa and I are hungry.”

Evalin burst out laughing and went to grab her granddaughter “You little hurricane, what do you want for dinner?”

“Mac and cheese.”

Maya ran away again announcing to her grandfather that they were having Mac and cheese.

“She seems fine again.”

Aelin went to the living room and watched Maya chatting happily with her grampa. Maybe she was being too harsh on Rowan. She should talk to him and try to set out a plan to peacefully share custody of Maya and eventually tell her the truth.

The following morning Rowan was in a foul mood. He hadn’t slept at all during the night. He kept going to Maya’s bedroom and seeing it empty hurt too much. He had tried over and over to text Aelin but after a while he gave up. He had spent the night reading all the letters she wrote to him and looked at the pictures of his daughter growing up. His feelings were a mess. He was mad at Aelin for accusing him of being selfish, resented her for five years of silence and for all that he had missed. But, a treacherous part of his brain focused also on the family that they could have been, at the hole that Aelin had left in his life. He wanted Maya in his life, but deep down he wanted the whole package, his heart longed for Aelin, but was just too scared to listen to it.

A deep sigh.

Now he was at work and the cup of coffee on his desk was not enough to keep him awake.

He struggled to start a new report when a knock came to his door “Yes?” He added annoyed.

Lyria popped inside “Chief, another unannounced visitor, she is quite stubborn.”

“It’s fine.” He added quickly and Lyria disappeared.

He was getting ready to see Aelin but the woman who walked in his office was the older version of Aelin. Evalin waltzed in the room “Hi Rowan.”

He stood and shook her hand “Evalin, please sit.”

The woman took the seat and he knew she was getting ready for battle.

“Welcome back.”

Rowan signed “I am not sure I am that welcome.”

“That’s where you are wrong.” The woman added sternly “There is a little girl who is already in love with her dad. Last night Maya did not stop talking about the weekend she had with you.””

“But her mother does not want me to be a father.”

Evalin sat back on her chair “Aelin is scared and is being very protective.”

“Of me? Why would I ever hurt Maya?”

Evalin shook her head “Rowan, it’s not that she thinks you are going to physically hurt Maya,” she explained “You need to understand this is an adjustment for Aelin too. You two have separate lives and she is just afraid that if you find another woman, then Maya would become an afterthought or even worse that the other woman will try and become another mum.”

“I…” he sighed “I haven’t dated in ages,” he confessed “I had a few dates back in Wendlyn but they did not work out.”

“You are still love my daughter, aren’t you?”

He stood and paced, his hand raking through his long hair. He had thought about his feelings a lot recently, trying to make sense of a past life that was trying very hard to break free. Memories and old feelings begging to be let free. But there was a five years abysm between them and he had no idea how to close it. He wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.

“She is the love of my life, Evalin. I thought I had buried my feelings for her but now that I returned, they are slowly coming back,” he looked in the eyes of the woman so identical to Aelin’s “I don’t want another woman. I want a family with her and Maya, but I don’t think Aelin feels like that about me anymore.”

Evalin looked up at Rowan and saw pure anguish in his eyes. “I never liked that Aelin kept you in the dark. We had arguments about it. But my daughter is stubborn so her father and I had just to let her to make her choices.”

Rowan stood shocked at the admission “What do I do? How do I convince her? She accused me of wanting to tell Maya I am her dad just to satisfy my ego.”

Evalin noticed the frustration rising in Rowan “She told me and I don’t believe it.”

His pacing resumed “I do not want to go the legal way to have the right to see my daughter.”

“I know,” the woman admitted “But I think you and Aelin need to sort first all your unresolved problems and then concentrate on Maya only.”

Rowan nodded and Evalin continued “I am on Maya’s side on this. You two are adults and can resolve you businesses between the two of you, but with Maya’s welfare in mind. Her grandfather and I are very protective too of that little girl. Don’t forget that.”

Evalin stood.

“Thank you Evalin.”

“Go and get your family back, Rowan.”

He watched the woman leave his office and realised that it was nice to know he had another ally in this fight.

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82majorluvr · 1 month

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reaction to you shutting them up with a kiss

↳ pairing : ot6!82major x reader

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┆彡 SEONGIL [ 성일 ]

you can see that your boyfriend is bothered about something

you figure it would help him if he talked about it to get it all out, so you keep nagging him about it until finally he sits down with you and explains his problem to you

however, once he starts talking he can't stop, and you can see the exact moment the conversation isn't helpful to him anymore

instead, he starts agonizing about it instead

though you try to make him see things from a different perspective, it doesn't help him much

so you realize you have to do something else if you want to help him

you simply lean in and kiss him softly, trying to convey to him how much you care

he immediately kisses you back, as if he was thankful that you shut him up

after kissing him for a while, he seems to have calmed down a bit and his frown disappears as you pull back

you suggest doing something fun instead, but he's quick to snake his arms around you, pulling you close

"I think I prefer some more kisses, actually..."

and so you simply smile at him, cupping his face in your hands

and then you kiss him again

┆彡 YECHAN [ 예찬 ]

it started as a normal conversation that somehow took a detour in his head

and now you have no idea what he's talking about anymore

you just know he's excited and trying his best to get his point across

and somehow that's just very endearing to you

not to say you're getting a little carried away by his smile and childlike excitement reflecting in his eyes

but you are getting carried away by exactly that jdhdndn

and before you know it, you find yourself leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, shutting him up in the process

he blinks at you once, and then twice, gaping because he did not see that coming and you have successfully interrupted his train of thought

has no idea what he was talking about anymore and then suddenly gets very quiet

"Sorry, I got a little too carried away there..."

awkwardly scratches the back of his head as you assure him that you don't mind, he was just too cute and you couldn't help yourself

he absolutely lights up at you calling him cute and then demands more kisses while pouting

┆彡 SEUNGMO [ 성모 ]

is giving you a detailed explanation about something

you have been curious so you thought you could simply ask your boyfriend about it!

you think the way he's really getting into it is super adorable, and the happy smile on his face as he talks makes you happy as well

that's until suddenly, you get an idea

without thinking about the consequences, you lean in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips mid-sentence

he's completely stunned when you pull back, taking some time to recollect himself before complaining

"I was talking!! You didn't have to-" - his voice goes higher and higher until eventually words fail him and his ears are beet red

whines at you now as he can't handle the embarrassment - and he's also a tiny bit frustrated that you interrupted him

so you take his silence as an opportunity to simply kiss him again

and he does kiss you back, but once you give him an opening he will just whine again

in the end he makes you assure him that you were just messing with him and didn't get bored of his explanations

you give him a few more kisses as an apology

┆彡 SEONGBIN [ 성빈 ]

he's scolding you for something minor like you forgetting to put your dishes away

and you get that he'd be mad about it if it was something that happened frequently, but this is the first time you forgot about something like that since you have started dating

so you get a feeling he's not actually as mad at you as he seems, and instead he must be overall stressed

you do try to apologize but he just keeps complaining, his frustration only growing

and so you decide to kiss him in order to make him stop

he's surprised when you briefly press your lips against his, and when you can see that he's still upset, you give him another kiss

kissing him properly this time, you can finally feel him relax against you

you can immediately see regret in his eyes as he opens them to look at you

"I'm better now... sorry for taking it out on you. I shouldn't have done that."

he apologizes with his head hanging low, unable to even look at you now

however, you simply offer him a hug, telling him that you understand

┆彡 SEOKJOON [ 석준 ]

he's been rambling about god knows what for at least half an hour

and as much as you enjoy listening to his endless supply of stories, you're a bit tired today and it's starting to get too much

not wanting to disappoint him, you wonder if you could come up with an excuse to ask him to stop talking

when no words come to mind, you get a different idea

mid sentence you lean in and place a kiss on his lips

he's stunned for several moments, not having expected a kiss at all

and while he does seem happy about it, there's no way he'd let anything keep him from finishing his story cjbxnxnx

"Uhm, babe... I was about to make a point here, so..."

simply keeps talking????

so you do the same again and this time he continues his story as soon as your lips leave his kasjlöfksa

you're gonna have to give him more than a couple of pecks to shut him up for good

┆彡 DOGYUN [ 도균 ]

you're having kind of a play fight that's getting way too competitive

at this point you're not even sure what you're arguing about anymore, you just know it was something utterly insignificant

getting kind of tired of it now while dogyun just gets more and more into it, you decide to put an end to it at once

so you lean in and before he can realize what's happening, your lips are already pressed against his

blinks a few times and looks at you with raised eyebrows after you pull back, trying to understand what just happened

is definitely blushing and stutters on for a while, before he pulls himself together

then you just see him smiling mischievously as he continues talking, and you just know he’s up to something

just when you sigh and want to walk away, he grabs your hand, suddenly seeming sulky

"I thought you'd keep kissing me if I continued rambling!"

you let out a huge sigh at his logic, but can’t help the smile creeping onto your lips because of his innocence

you attempt to argue back, but now it’s you who doesn’t know what to say

so you simply give in and fulfill his wish, because who are you to say no to an invitation for more kisses from your boyfriend?

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shiningwonderland · 3 months

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Tokiya Ichinose (Repeat) Memorial

Translator: Koto (twitter: kotowari16)

Proofreader: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Reason

Just why did this have to happen on a day like this…?

I had been keeping an eye on the clock ever since this morning, even while taking proper care to do the things that had to be done.

We have been working hard for this day.

Taking lesson after lesson, pushing each other to grow.

And yet…

Why, did I all of a sudden… and why today…?

No, it’s too early to give up now already.

Fortunately, our performance is the last one.

If I could push the time, perhaps…

“There’s no way but to do it, right?”

I put in some effort and finished without mistakes.

“Thanks for your hard work!”

When I finished and got through the greeting, I started running.

I might still make it if I leave now!

Please, let me still be in time.

With thoughts like a prayer, I jumped on board the train.

One hour left until our performance.

If I took a taxi from the station closest to the academy, the probability isn’t zero.

I don’t usually take the train, but this time is different.

I can’t read the exact time by car.

There was danger of things blowing up because Hayato is on the train, so I disguised myself with a hat, mask and sunglasses and - Well, it worked out somewhat.

Later I only need to transfer, if I don’t miss that one…

I had hammered the shortest route in my head. I couldn’t even afford a mistake of 1 second.

I promised to have that performance with her, the first step towards our future. I could absolutely not be late.

Ever since enrolling, she had always continued to support me without saying anything.

She had made that song just for me.

I can’t think of any other partner besides her. I want to debut with her music.

And that’s why I don’t want to betray her as well.

I don’t want to create sad memories on a day like today.

Today, for the first time, we will perform her songs in front of a lot of people, and that day should be celebrated.

I’ll show you that I can make it in time.

I will gain her trust and we will definitely debut.

But contrary to my thoughts, reality is a cruel thing.

The train I was on came to a sudden stop.

Why not at a station…?

At least I could have gotten off at a station and transferred to a different line.

In this giant mass of silver with no place to run, my impatience only grew stronger.

My chest ached at the thought of her waiting until the last minute because she believed in me.

Continuing to wait for someone when you don’t even know if they will come, can’t help to be bitter about that.

However, …

She would be waiting, right?

“Hurry up…”

I noticed I had been strongly clenching my fist, and my nails had dug itself deeply into my hand, leaving red marks.

“Move. Start moving.”

Whether or not my prayer had gone through, the train finally started moving.

However, this didn’t mean the problem was solved.

The train arrived at the nearest station, and ended up coming to a halt again.

“I’m not waiting anymore.”

I jumped out at the station and picked up a taxi at the nearest road.

“To Saotome Academy… It doesn’t matter if you use the highway, please take the shortest route.”

“Got it.”

The taxy driver quickly understood my intention.

However, …

Just a few kilometres from Saotome Academy we got stuck into a traffic jam and the car came to a stop.

This is a one-way road, so you can’t make a detour.

The school festival performances should already have begun, right?

My time had already passed.

I wonder what she’s doing…

Would she have given up, or even, would she continue to wait while believing in me?

You can’t give up, until the last second…!

Please don’t give up.

“I’m sorry. I’m getting off.”

Even if I wait, the traffic jam might not be dissolved. That’s why I have no choice but to run.

“Please wait for me. I’ll definitely come rushing.”

I promised her.

That I would definitely come.

She said she would be waiting.

I can’t betray those feelings.

If they were on schedule, then all the performances should have been finished by now.

But if I hurry, I might still be able to sing a little.

I won’t let the time that I have spent with her until now go to waste.

My dream, and her as well…

To take everything…

I don’t want to give up on anything.

It’s not that everything goes successfully. I know to wish that is an illusion, but let me see my dream at any cost.

The future I walk with her.

The day I can debut as myself…

I can’t stop these feelings anymore.

I’m going now.

That’s why, I ask you.

Please wait for me.

Haruka!

Maybe because I’ve been running at full speed since I left the taxi, my mouth had become parch dry and my breathing was also laboured.

But my heart cannot stop.

With every step I take, my speed increases instead.

I want to see her.

I want to see her as fast as possible.

Only that thought was driving me.

I’m begging you.

Please…!

Feeling like I was praying, I opened the door to the lecture hall.

I lost my hope.

The performances had ended.

There was no one left to listen to our song.

The lighting was turned off, and the lecture hall had calmed down.

Only the afterglow of the enthusiasm remained.

However, she was there.

It had ended.

I didn’t make it in time.

I couldn’t uphold my promise.

And yet…

I was happy that you were there. I felt absolutely worthless for not having been able to make it in time…

When I found myself at the mercy of these two conflicting emotions, I ended up hugging her.

Thank you for waiting for me.

I’m sorry.

I ended up making you wait quite a lot.

I can’t lie to such a dedicated person any longer.

I will tell her everything, and on top of that, let’s do this together. (t/n: 共に歩むis often used in “let’s live our lives together” )

That’s what I decided in that moment.

#tokiya ichinose #tokiya repeat #utapri

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not-krys · 1 year

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The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse

Few days ago, I was playing a FMK style ask game with @lorei-writes. One of the choices was who I would take a six hour train journey with. And, after I had given the other two choices some thought, Mitsuhide got the train ride choice. After that, the image of traveling in the old American West with him sparked in my mind.

And I tried my best to steer myself away from thinking too much about that concept bc time and energy levels wouldn't allow to make something completely coherent and complex.

And yet here we are, still thinking about an Old West traveling story with Mitsuhide.

Might as well see where this thought leads us.

Warnings: raw, unedited writing. Haven't done a whole lot of research into the old American West so details are bound to be incorrect. Reader will be referred to with she/her pronouns and other feminine aligning terms (Miss, missy, etc).

My Masterlist!

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No one has ever said that the life of a detective was ever a glamorous one, especially when a man needed to put food in his belly and a roof over his head. Mitsuhide Akechi was also no stranger to the odd job he didn't care for but needed the cash it provided.

This current job, well, it may have just taken an interesting detour.

Back east, a sleazy gentleman had come to him to find and return his runaway bride, an oil heiress whose family he managed to swindle her out of. He knew this type and, quite frankly, didn't want to take the job because of it, but with the threat of bankruptcy of his business over his head, he had no other choice.

Instead, he took the job of recovering this runaway heiress, finding her trail laughably easy to trace. A common trend of runaway brides had started when the government started offering handouts to whoever wanted to move out west to desert and mountain country, hoping to settle it more with American citizens. Women were especially needed as schoolteachers, so it was his first thought of where he could find his runaway heiress.

Luckily (or unluckily), his hunches were rarely wrong.

He soon found himself on a train bound westward, sitting a few booths down from a young woman with a deep purple bustle dress, her white collar high on her neck and her hat decorated with sprigs of lavender. She matched the description the sleazy gentleman had given him so perfectly, it almost tore his blackened heart that he had found the girl so quickly.

But, he didn't have the time or luxury of moral dilemmas when money was on the line.

He then saw the young woman being boxed in by two other gentlemen, likely either hired by the same sleazy gentleman that had hired him or opportunists seeing a woman alone and sought to take advantage of her. Either way, he wasn't about to have his quarry taken from under his nose, especially not by amateurs.

"Please," he heard her meek voice, trying to be brave in spite of her terror, "m-my husband will be back soon, so please leave."

A perfect opportunity, Mitsuhide thought, as he grabbed the untouched dinner from his table and walked towards them.

"I don't see no diamond ring there, missy," the scoundrel smirked, "you best not be lying to me about no husband-"

"Sorry I'm late, dear." Mitsuhide said, sliding the plate of food in front of her. "The cook was busy with all the orders, and I'm afraid the waiter said they just ran out of your favorite chardonnay."

The girl turned to him, her face still nervous, but glad that someone was helping her.

Her companions, however, were not as pleased.

"Who are you?"

"Why, I'm this wonderful woman's husband." He said cordially. "The meat hadn't been cooked to the way the lady liked it, so I went to get her a fresh one."

His voice dropped lower in the next beat.

"Now, may I ask what business you gentlemen have with my darling wife?"

His hand moved subtly to his belt, brushing back his white overcoat slightly to reveal the holster and pistol at his side. The holster, decorated with stitched bellflowers, gave a not so subtle hint of who he actually was.

The boys paled.

"J-just saying hello, sir."

"Y-yeah, just saying hi, sir. N-not looking for trouble or anything."

"Good," said Mitsuhide with a smirk, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the trip, gentlemen."

The boys moved away from the lady's booth, grumbling but knew when they had been beat. You sigh with relief.

"Thank you, for stepping in."

"No trouble at all, Miss Mouse." he tipped his hat. "They shouldn't be giving you any more problems."

"…'Miss Mouse?'"

"Sorry, just came to mind when I saw you trembling."

You turned your face away, cheeks turning a light pink.

"Is it really that obvious, how nervous I am?"

"A woman travelling alone rightfully has every reason to be fearful." He took the opportunity sit in the seat across from you, giving a small push to his plate of food towards you.

"But, that's your-"

"I lost my sense of taste years ago, Miss Mouse. Complex flavors that are in likely there are wasted on me."

"Still, you need to eat too, Mister…?"

He paused, weighing his options of using his real name or coming up with a fake one on the spot. You would likely figure it out once he seized the opportunity to take you back east regardless, but, luckily (or unluckily), you just giggled and finished your own sentence.

"Mr. Fox."

"Mr. Fox?"

"Yes, if you insist on calling me Miss Mouse, I feel you should be able to take your own medicine, correct?"

Mitsuhide chuckled.

"Very well. Miss Mouse, may I introduce myself as Mr. Fox, a westward-bound traveler seeking opportunity in the wide, wild world?"

You giggled again.

"You introduce yourself well, Mr. Fox. I'm an up and coming teacher moving to the West. The Oda company is hiring in California and with my grant, I'll be ready to start my new life soon!"

A bullet couldn't have hit his heart harder. She was giving him the usual excuse for why runaway brides run from bad marriages these days. His hunch was, unfortunately, becoming more and more correct.

"A teacher? That sounds exciting. All the way out here for a teaching job."

"Y-yes." You turned your face away, looking at the passing scenery. "The Oda company pays well. They're even giving me housing and everything."

"Sounds like you're all set for life, Miss Mouse."

"Yes, yes, I am." Your voice trails off, still paying more attention to the passing scenery.

Mitsuhide turns to look out the window as well, seeing the grassy greenery and pale blue skies passing at a leisurely speed.

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #old west travel au #may or may not have cracked open cowboy casanova by carrie underwood while writing a good majority of this #bc I had a country phase when I was young #and I still have the biggest soft spot for cowboy casanova #it has nothing to do with this story #but I felt like y'all should know that #damn this has opportunity of getting longer and I hate it #not another long form fic when I'm still trying to finish Second Glance #Mitsuhide coming in once again to steal Hideyoshi's thunder lolololol

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acciotherapists · 13 days

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Far From Home (Chapter 55: A Proposal)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

A few minutes after speaking with Pietro he was standing in front of me, his shoes soaking wet.

“Did you-?”

“Run across water?” He nodded. “Where is she?”

I showed him to our room before leaving and heading to the library. I took a slight detour, knowing it would take Wong time to gather the books and it had been a while since I’d seen the grounds of Kamar-Taj.

I was watching a training session when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Mary?”

I turned to see Stephen standing behind me. “It’s actually Y/n.”

He nodded, moving to stand next to me as I continued watching the training.. “I always knew there were things you were hiding but I never imagined…”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well… this is me.”

“And the terrorist of New York?”

“Reformed,” I retorted. “He had no choice in the matter.”

He hummed in thought but changed the subject. “How long are you staying?”

“Depends, I guess…”

I watched as the student landed a blow to their opponent, sliding from his hold with ease.

“Did you train here?” Stephen asked.

“A bit.”

He nodded and a silence settled around us as neither of us knew what to say anymore. Seven years had passed without a single word to each other. After he’d saved Alex I took my new identity and left the state without another word. He’d called me several times but I trashed my phone and changed my number. I thought I was keeping him safe.

“What happened to you… after you left?”

“Nothing big. I just kept moving anytime they got too close.”

“Who?”

“Hydra.”

He nodded once again and someone cleared their throat behind us. I turned to see Loki standing behind us.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he muttered.

“You didn’t,” I replied, smiling as I approached him. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to assure him there was nothing going on as I could see the insecurity in his eyes and I hated that he felt this way.

“I thought I’d give Wanda and her brother some space. He’ll find us if she needs us.”

I thanked him and an awkward silence settled around us.

“I’m meeting Wong in the library in…” I looked down at my watch, realizing how much time had passed. “15 minutes. Would you like to join me?”

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer the doctor?” he spat.

My lips pressed together and I sighed.

“I’m sorry.” He kissed my hand. “That was rude of me. Of course I’ll join you.”

I said goodbye to Stephen and we made our way to the library, hoping to discover what would become of Wanda and I. Would we get control of this? Or would we be doomed to destroy everything and everyone around us?

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While Wong’s knowledge was more extensive than anything we’d encountered we still found nothing of use. We spent hours in the library but found nothing other than scary prophecies.

I was putting a book back on the shelf when I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I reached for the table, knocking down a book I hadn’t noticed before.

“Darling, are you alright?” Loki asked, helping me sit.

I nodded and Wong picked up the book from the ground, his eyes widening at the words in front of him.

“Wong, what is it?” I asked him and he looked up at me.

“There are infinite realities but there is only one reality in which these two beings coexist in the same universe.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Loki reasoned. “Then it can’t be this reality.”

“We’ve seen it, Loki… we saw it with our own eyes.” I looked away from him. “It’s this reality.”

“Then so be it. You’ll rule the cosmos. What’s the big deal?”

I scoffed. “The prophecy said we are destined to rule… or to annihilate the cosmos. We could destroy everything, Loki.”

“You could never do that, darling. Not that I don’t think you’re powerful enough to do just that, my love… but it’s not you. You could never do something so horrible and I doubt the little witch would either.”

“Loki, the prophecy’s been written.”

“It’s not set in stone. You can change it.”

I tried to argue but he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Enough,” he whispered. “I won’t have you saying such things about the future queen of Asgard.”

I chuckled at the ridiculous idea but he wasn’t laughing. “I wanted to have this conversation in a more intimate setting… and with flowers.”

Wong smirked, placing the book on the shelf. “I’ll give you two some time alone.”

Loki thanked Wong as he left before turning to me, taking my hands in his. “I’ve been speaking with Thor… he’s abdicating the throne… he doesn’t want it. He understands that Odin won’t trust me right away but the throne will eventually fall to me… and…” He paused, taking a box from his pocket and opening the lid.

My breath caught in my throat as he explained. “I’ve wanted to give you this ever since I learned you were alive. When I returned to Midgard I had a jeweler custom make it… I- I thought you’d like it better than anything on Asgard.” He smiled softly. “You always found beauty in the simplest things.”

I smiled softly at him. “The purest beauty is often overlooked.”

Tears filled his eyes and I slowly kissed them away as they fell down his cheeks.

“It doesn’t have to be right away… just promise me… you’ll be mine someday.”

“I was always yours.”

He smiled and kissed me softly, sealing a promise I could only hope I’d get to keep.

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The next few days were filled with research and keeping Wanda and I separated. I’d spent my nights holding Loki close to me, hoping his warmth could keep the nightmares away and it worked for a while until my nightmares became unlike any I’d ever seen. I was surrounded by a crumbling sanctum completely alone, yet I couldn’t help the feeling that I was being watched.

I would wake with a start, my heart pounding as I tried to even my breaths so Loki wouldn’t wake. I’d carefully slip out of bed and make my way to the training grounds just before dawn. I could feel my magic buzzing beneath the surface of my skin, far more noticeable than it had ever been before and it was always under control… until now.

“Can’t sleep, huh?” a voice asked from the darkness and I turned to see Stephen slipping a sling ring onto his fingers.

“Look who’s talking,” I chuckled.

“Fair enough, I’ll give you that.” He smirked, tossing me a sling ring. “Wong won’t mind.” He pointed to my arms. “I think you could use a safe space to practice your magic.”

“I don’t need to practice it,” I hissed, looking down at the faint blue glow of my skin. “I know how to use it… and I used to be able to control it. It’s just lately… things have gotten complicated.”

Suddenly the earth shattered around us and he smiled at my reaction.

“Welcome to the mirror dimension.”

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almostcolorfulcolor · 8 months

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 8

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

A/N: Um...hey! Sooooooooooooo sorry for being so late. Since the last time I uploaded, somebody hacked my work email and I've been swamped with work. But as an apology, enjoy a special feature and a 3400+ words chapter! Hurray!

Chapter Summary: A trip down memory lane...or should I say a haunting? Surprise visitor in this one!

CHAPTER 7

Chapter 8: The Boy with the Demon Blood

The warmth on my face feels too nice with the breeze coming in from the sea. With every passing moment, a thought leaves my mind- decimating my todo one task at a time. When the panic attacks came and there was no one and nothing to help me, distract me- I took it upon myself to silence my mind forcefully. Close my eyes and will my muscles unlock. Banish every thought as soon as it came. Lose awareness of the weight on my shoulders and the pain in my chest. Between my stubbornness to make this work and the tiredness in my body, it became…possible after a while. After the shitty month we’d been having, this detour feels surreal. There is a pit forming in my stomach because surely, something is about to go wrong. Peace is not easily found, not for people like us. How things can get worse than they currently are, I am not certain. But they will.

One thing in particular. Ruby.

The demon who’s convincing my friend to drink demon blood to enhance his psychic abilities to kill the mother of demons, Lilith, and rescue his brother from Hell where he was dragged by hellhounds a little over a month ago.

Definitely wrong. I’d been doing everything to stop that from happening but I wasn’t sure how long I could make him see sense. Sam loved Dean, and the fact that Dean had gone to hell because he made a demon deal to bring back Sam from the dead was definitely increasing the guilt factor. Wrong is wrong though, and drinking demon blood is a solid no-no. Even Dean would agree with that. Not that I thought much about what Dean would agree with, or about him in general. My sanity was hanging by a thread, and any prolonged thought on Dean would make me completely lose it. I want him here, beside me, drinking beer and chasing after skirts. And I will make that happen. But not by losing Sam in the process.

A beer is placed in front of me. Silently accepting it, I bring it to my mouth. Now, there’s warmth beside me too. A very comforting warmth, one I’d recognize in my sleep, one that I never want to go away, one I crave too much. I’m not relaxed now. I’m using every ounce of strength I have to stay as I am and not lean into him. Those arms that have helped me for nights while I cried, those that look so strong, and inviting, are calling my name. But I resist. Comfort is something he doesn’t want now.

He only wants Dean.

I want him.

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The red liquid in a bottle isn’t wine.

She finally convinced him.

I drop the groceries, sprinting, knocking the bottle from his hands. The walls are painted red.

My vision blurs as a sharp pain registers in my skull. “What the fuck, you bitch? That was my blood”, snarls Ruby as she presses me against the motel wall.

“Hands off, Ruby. Now.”

Good, atleast he cares this much.

Dropping me and whirling on him, she starts shouting. “I’m not your minion, Sam. I’ve been tailing you for months to convince you to use your powers for good and she is constantly against me. Get her in line. I won’t keep coming here to get insulted. You don’t need her. You come with me now and we can start with your training. Lilith isn’t going to kill herself.”

Sam’s expression is easier to read in his distress. He doesn’t want to leave me like this but he is set on getting revenge, getting Dean back. If he leaves now, my chances of getting him back are next to zero.

Getting onto my feet shakily, I make my way to Sam. The time for caution is gone. Stretching on tip-toes, I cup his face and bring it closer to mine. Sam’s shaky inhale gives me hope.

“Sam, look at me. Can you see what you mean to me? How much I care for you? Can you remember how much I care for Dean? I love him, and I want him back. But I also love you, and I don’t want to lose you. Please, Sam. This is demon blood. What if something happens to you? What if after drinking enough demon blood you turn into one too? It scares me, Sam. I’m so, so scared.”

My eyes close at this point, tears leaking out. I hold his face tighter, wanting to feel him after staying away for so long.

“Sam, please. We’ll start slow. We’ll develop your psychic abilities without the blood. It’s safer, right? And possible too. Please say yes, Sam. Stay with me. Dean is gone now, and until we get him back, we only have each other. Please be with me, Sam. Look at me. I need you, Sam. So much. Hold me, Sam. ”

He isn’t moving. My hands leave his face to find his hands. I place them on my waist and cup his neck. Stroke his chin. Touch his forehead to mine. “This isn’t bad, Sam, right? Please stay with me. I’m begging you.”

Cicadas are buzzing, curtains ruffling. Somewhere near, a dog barks. My heart gives a jolt.

Finally, he gives a jerky nod. Finally, I sob heaving in relief. Finally, the bitch leaves.

That’s the first night we sleep in each other’s arms.

Morning comes, and we’re both still holding onto one another.

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The days after that are filled with hunting demons and Sam trying to kill them with his psychic abilities. Few he manages, rest we exorcise after interrogating about Lilith's whereabouts. Every demon that proves useless makes Sam resent me more. Those are the nights he sleeps in his bed turned away from me. We still don’t talk. Barely perfunctory words are spoken, nods given, grocery lists written. I’ve taken to calling Bobby every time I’m alone, which is often. Sam needs his space and every second he’s out of my sight, I imagine Ruby cornering him again and Sam accepting her help. Bobby shares my fear but there’s not much he can do as Sam refuses to see him or any other hunter. The cases we stumble on, he ignores. I note them and ask Bobby to get some hunter on it, wishing I was on it. The thrill of the hunt would make me feel better. It’d feel wrong, without Dean. But those brief moments where nothing matters except you and the kill- I want that oblivion. The only time I get it now is in Sam’s arms at nights his highness does deign to grace my bed. Settled between his arms and chest, the world feels liveable. Like I didn’t see my best friend ripped to shreds and dragged to hell in front of me. Like there’s still warmth in the world. Like I can relax and close my eyes.

Sometimes, my growing feelings for him worry me. Because my feelings are mostly of love and worry while his eyes show nothing when he looks at me. It’s like he’s only doing this because I begged him to hold me. A duty he has to perform because someone who’s hurting asked him of it. These thoughts always make me feel guilty, and make me want to tell him to stop, lie that I don’t need it. But I never say this because what if my need is the only thing keeping him here and away from Ruby?

While trying to save Dean, I knew my biggest job would be to get him back once he got taken. I never thought it would be to save Sam from getting himself taken as well.

He shuts the TV off. In 3 steps, he’s on my bed. Lights are turned off, and I’m tugged down.

He’s spooning me today.

I allow myself a brief smile and pull his arm tighter around me.

Don’t let go, Sam .

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Sipping my glass of sake, which was the only thing I could identify and pronounce in this bar, I glance around from my darkened corner at the other patrons of “Kariudo no Tsuki”, also called Hunter’s Moon. It must be popular cause I scored a ride on the app. A taxi would’ve been cheaper but my Japanese isn’t that good and I didn’t want to get lost. Currently, it’s 6 PM and people are starting to come in. I imagined it’d be like back home- mostly a hunter break stop but suits and lovebirds are also coming in. The interior looks rough but in a classy way. There is no one I can walk up to and just start talking. The hunter who gave me this address showed me a picture of a guy called Haru. He was short with a shorter mustache that reminded me of Hitler. Haru knew anything that happened here, but when I asked the bartender about him (thanks to Google translate), he just shot me a blank stare with “Haru no here”.

45 minutes later of people watching, my suspect walked in, headed straight to me and plopped down on the seat next to me after giving the bartender a meaningful look. There goes his 18%. He said nothing, just stared at me. People have been staring a lot here in Japan. Dean would stare back even longer, refusing to give in but I’m tired of this shit and want to get some work done. Plastering on my best smile, I start in English, “Mr. Haru, pleased to meet you. This is Anne. Could we please talk?” Seeing his nod, I’m inwardly relieved. Thank God he atleast understands English.

“You can guess what I do and why I’m here, correct?”

A nod.

“So can you please let me know your thoughts on how is Kira doing this murder? What have you found so far?”

Nothing this time.

I feel a headache coming.

“Mr. Haru, I understand you’re a hunter. I know you understand me. I need answers. There are mass murders happening and it’s our responsibility to stop them. Can you be of assistance?”

Nada.

My fingers tighten on the now-empty glass. I look away and count to ten. What a dick.

When I turn to him again, he’s gesturing to a girl. She comes and stands next to him and then he gestures to me.

Looking at me, she flinches a bit and I rearrange my expression into something softer bringing a tentative smile on her face.

“I’m Umi. What can I do for you?”, her sweet voice fills my ears.

Thank fucking God.

“Are you a hunter?”

She’s taken aback at this blunt question and stammers out a response. “N-no, I’m still being trained. But I know things.”

“Good. Please tell me your theories about the Kira case. Now please.”

“Well, there isn’t anything to tell. He’s been sent by God.”

Huh?

“Could you repeat that sweetheart?”

Umi’s answer is full of admiration. “Kira is only killing criminals, and he has decreased the crime rate dramatically. People feel safer with him. We believe God has sent him to deliver his divine justice. ”

Psycho alert.

“Kira is killing people, wielding a supernatural power we haven’t heard of before and you’re not concerned? What kind of hunters are you?”

Umi is quick to correct me. Me . “Not people, just criminals. And we haven’t heard of it before because that power belongs to God and we do not hunt God.”

God. of Death. Shinigami?

“So you know which God is doing it?”, wanting her to confirm my suspicions.

“That isn’t for us to know. But whoever it is has our thanks.” Her eyes have gone mad; she totally believes this crap.

Dropping my nice act, I scoff. “Are you fucking crazy? Kira murders . He is wrong. Anything, any God, helping him is wrong.”

For the first time, Haru speaks something. I don’t understand the work but his words are angry and eyes accusing.

Umi speaks up, “Haru says we know what you’ve been doing. You are just like the monsters you kill in America. We are holy people- we kill evil and respect the divine.”

“And Kira is DIVINE???”

All hints of a smile are gone from her face when she speaks next. “Keep your voice down. We won’t help you catch Kira. We don’t even want to find Kira. Let him rid the world of evil and then we can kill monsters in peace like us hunters are meant to.”

Haru speaks again and the girl nods furiously. “Seeing as you’re an American hunter, we have something of yours that we’re anxious to get rid of. Wait here.”

She disappears behind the back door. In the 15 minutes it takes her to get back, I realize I’m fucked. Being on a different continent, I have no idea how Japanese hunters work. I have no contacts. No one to turn to in case things get fucked up. I’ve told L that I’m working on a lead but this bar is a bust. Only thing I’ve left is the library now- and even then, killing a Shinigami would take weapons. Where and how to get them? L could take care of the police if there are bodies but I’d have to tell him why there are bodies. Including him in this supernatural angle could prove disastrous. Should I call Garth? Jody? Have someone come here to help me?

When Umi returns, I realize I don’t need to call another hunter from home.

Seems like they’re already here.

The girl accompanying Umi is a 15-year-old teenager looking furious and relieved at the sight of me.

Krissy.

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Once Krissy finished her tale (with 3 burgers, 2 large fries and cokes), I marvel for the millionth time how we, who save the world, are constantly being fucked over. Her dad got her to investigate Kira, same as me but without the FBI’s help, and got eaten by a vampire. Krissy’s been stuck here since they came on a fake passport, she had no money, oh and yeah- that she’s a minor. She couldn’t contact anyone at home because who needs numbers when you have phones? But what happens when blood-crazy monsters trash your house and break all your shit? The hunters at the bar let her stay in exchange for doing some chores. I thank a God I don’t believe in or count on that it was not worse.

“So I have some yen saved from what they paid me. But if you get me back home- I have an aunt- I’ll pay you back,” Krissy says once she’s done eating.

“I’m getting you back sweetie, and don’t worry about the money. Humanity still exists no matter what you’ve seen.”

Her fingers start tapping on the table. “No matter what, huh? I’ve seen my father ignore me and go crazy to prove his worth by catching this psycho. What kind of person does that?”

Well, atleast he didn’t force Krissy to hunt. “Look sweetheart, I don’t know why your father did what he did. This life, it changes something fundamental inside people. We stop being regular people and become someone else. Just remember the good moments with him and leave it at that. Nothing’s your fault, so no need to look for answers that aren’t coming. Okay?”

Her nod is quick and shaky. The girl doesn’t cry, I respect her. “Your aunt, she reliable?”

“Um, I don’t really know. Dad only talked about her sometimes but she’s lived at the same house for 20 years. I remember the way.”

Not good.

My plan is made- atleast for her. I call my contact at FBI and tell him to have a fake US passport brought over to me with Krissy's face and a fake name. Earliest she can leave will be the day after tomorrow, six in the morning. Haneda to O’Hare, then to Sioux Falls Regional Airport. Jody will be there to pick her up and handle the rest.

Taking her back to the headquarters is a definite no. I pick the nearest motel to the airport and get ourselves a room. While Krissy’s enjoying a long-awaited bath (evident by her off-tune humming), my mind is reeling- I have 0 leads on Kira with just a hunch about Shinigami, and now a kid to take care of for 2 days. Meanwhile, L is there with Light and Misa who could very well be the murderers. What a mess.

Pulling up Watari’s number, I inform him that some personal business has come up requiring me to stay out of the headquarters until the morning of the day after tomorrow. “Your request for leave will have to be approved by Ryuzaki; please stay on the line while I confirm this with him.” Staring at the phone in disbelief, I contemplate chucking it out along with the tracker he placed on my belt.

“I thought your commitment to catching Kira would have you here with us day and night. What is so important that you must stay away?”, comes the bored drawl of the detective.

“As I told Watari, it’s personal.”

“What of the lead?”

I pinch my eyes shit remembering that shit show. “Terrible. Waste of time.”

“I could’ve told you that before and saved you a trip to Hunter’s Moon. ”

I sit up straight from where I had been lounging on the bed. Hearing hunter in L’s voice is like I’ve been in a dream and then suddenly falling in a dead drop.

God. Oh god.

“Anne? Anne?”

“Yes Ryuzaki?” I gasp. “Are you alright?” No. “Yes.”

“What happened at the bar?”, L prods. “Nothing. My lead turned out to be a Kira supporter. They don’t know who Kira is but they certainly won’t be helping us.” I wonder if the defeat in my voice is apparent to him or not. “Hm. Unsurprising. You should get back to the headquarters so you may actually prove useful.” Picking at my cuticles, I’m planning my trip to the local library to show him how useful I am. “Shut up, Ryuzaki. I told you, I have a personal thing to take care of.”

“Are you planning to engage in intercourse with a stranger?”

What. What.

My voice is a squeak. “Ryu- what the hell dude?”

“Well, you were at a bar, your location is at a motel now and asking for leave for personal reasons when you possibly can’t have any in a foreign country you’ve been in for less than 48 hours with no contacts. It’s a highly probable guess that you met a stranger at a bar and now want to have sex with him.”

His whole explanation- wow. “No, Ryuzaki. I’m not at the motel to have sex. Something really important and unrelated to the case has come up. I wasn’t expecting it. Real coincidence. But I have to take care of this. And as for being useful, I’ll do my research from the local library tomorrow and be back at the headquarters the next morning.”

“If you do anything stupid, the taskforce will not rescue you. Do not screw up the investigation. Do not draw attention to yourself during your library trip.”

Duh. “There goes the plan of wearing my big bird costume tomorrow. I was really looking forward to it.”

The robot does not laugh. I decide to get some answers for a change. “How are things at your end? Lovebirds acting usual?"

L enunciates like he’s talking to a 2 year old. “We cannot talk about that on the phone. It’s not secure.”

Rolling my eyes, I huff out a reply. “Like you haven’t got the most secure phones on the planet. Thanks for giving me one, btw. Definitely going to get up to all sorts of nefarious things on this one.”

A long-suffering sigh is my only answer.

I want more. I don’t want to hang up. I don’t want to face the surly, traumatized teenager about to get out of the bath. I don’t want to go back to planning my next move when I have nothing. I want Sam and Dean. And Cas and Bobby. And my mom and dad. And a hug. And someone to make me feel warm. And to keep talking to L- the only person I’ve allowed myself to trust one percent.

The wall I’ve been staring at goes blurry. I want a hug, now. NOW. I swallow- sharp, hot glass shards going down my throat. The call is still on. No one speaks. I disconnect.

I’ve let go.

A/N:

What do you think? First real scene of Anne with a Winchester. Sorry that the bar was a bust but I've always imagined that hunters from different countries don't collab and Team Free Will has messed up (with good intentions) so many times that I don't think they'd be too welcome.

Anyway, I've got the outline for the next chapter ready so it should be posted in a week. It's still a WIP so if anyone has got any scene request, just let me know!

Likes, comments and reblogs fuel me, don't forget to leave some :)

XOXO

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devinetheory-2 · 11 months

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I'm sorry I'm not sorry

I couldn't just be

Their stress-free

deprivation box.

Shameless thoughts

I've faded off

Because my chaos threatens

to break their safety locks.

And I'm taking off

Ignoring the fake

Aim take the safety off

And I haven't found an answer

To the pain yet

Exhausted

Writing rain checks

To the process

of my brain health

Try to get Enlightenment

Life is just

an insane train wreck

And I don't know how

to fight the shit

So I sit back

with a 6 pack

And use the fire inside

That keeps me alive

To light my spliff

Which chain reacts

to ignite my gift

Wondering how much longer

I can live life like this

And I can't help but wanna be more

But I am armed c4

On the ledge

on the 17th floor

Looking down at her ghost

Is it me or does it seem

That she needs more

Worrying about me

Has never been

About me before

Lost within her dream

Somehow took a detour

I am not peace...or

Release or

The power of belief

But I tried to believe

I could be yours.

The forth horse cometh

I can see more

They want to feed me war

180 degrees

I am diseased

To thee core

I am not a king

And you're right

I couldn't agree more

I have my point of view

and I've seen yours

honestly I'm probably

in a little bit of danger

considering my level of anger

And the fact that

I don't even want to be

A - ny - more

I try to be grateful

for my days because

I don't have many more

As shes on stage strumming

my pain with her fingers

As she sings her sirens song

I bring her the detonator

Depression threatening

to arrest me later

Then she calls

And seconds later

it's like she's my respirator

I can feel her angels breath

Head on my chest

The after position

that I love the best

But only when I'm

on my best behavior

The Way she moves

provokes my protective nature

Get aggressive

and you'll be a memory

just seconds later

With no evidence

for the investigator

And no one on earth

Will get to save ya

Then I awaken from the dream

Floating impossibly

The cost is cheap

These thoughts are deep

Come get lost in me

And there are different variations

behind each door

you are a star

and I am of the Earth

and the Moon seems

too high a dream

for me to reach for

But we have pain

and I feel like I love in vain

if I don't bleed yours

I'm not insane

I just bleed more

I feel everything

Intensely

Can't keep up with the beat

Im tired

But too wired to sleep

Defeat

- DT

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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Devil May Cry: Unexpected Ties Part 8

Sorry for the delay- haven’t had much time to get at this lately! You can check out the rest here!

The toy sword clattered to the ground as Dante watched from the roof.

Credo put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath as Nero pointed his toy sword at him. Dante felt a swell of pride at the progress Nero had made from just one training session with him.

“How’d you get so good just from stealing my sword once?” Credo grumbled, snatching his toy sword off the ground.

“I practiced,” Nero said, lowering his own sword.

“You shouldn’t have practiced with a real sword. You could’ve hurt yourself,” Credo chastised. “They told us during training that some kids have cut their own toes off dropping their swords while practicing.”

“Well, they suck,” Nero said, and Dante snorted. “I don’t. And I already told you that I won’t take it again.”

“And you already know that you’re lying,” Credo said.

Nero shrugged. He kicked at the ground with the toe of his sneaker. “Even if I was, where am I supposed to take it? I’m grounded, remember?”

“You’re always grounded. That never stops you,” Credo said.

Nero tried to hide his little smirk by turning his head. Credo knew him well enough to whack him in the shin with his sword.

“Brat,” he said without malice. “Let’s go grab lemonade. You won’t get in trouble for leaving if you’re with me.”

“Kyrie,” Nero called.

The little girl was sitting away from them, hopping away with a jump rope. She stopped at Nero’s voice and set the jump rope down, jogging over to them.

“Lemonade,” Nero informed her as they got walking.

The three children made their way through the streets, Dante following silently from the roofs. Nero had been practicing with his toy sword, obviously frustrated that it wasn’t the real thing, ever since Dante had taken him for a session.

But his emotional outbursts had subsided for the moment with something to focus on now. Dante still worried about Nero following his father’s footsteps, but for now, he seemed pleased with his own progress.

The children got lemonade from a local business and made their way to the fountain, sitting on the ledge of it as they drank. Dante had to stay farther back to be out of sight, too far back to eavesdrop. He really had to steal himself a robe so he could move about the streets more freely.

With that thought, he got himself moving, taking a detour through an open window of the church the town held its Sparda-worshiping services in. It didn’t take him long to find a robe and get back out, hidden within it.

Jeez, he didn’t know how these people lived like this. He sat on the fountain ledge, the opposite side of the kids, and considered dunking himself in the water just to cool down. It was way too hot for this.

Kyrie was the only one wearing her robe, as both Nero and Credo had ditched theirs to have their play fight. But the people moving about the open area mostly had their robes on. Definitely not a town of fashion.

“-could always help me clean tomorrow,” Kyrie said.

Nero scoffed. “No way. I hate cleaning that room. And it’s your week to do it, not mine.”

“Well, you have free time now that you’re grounded again, Nero,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean I wanna use it to clean,” Nero said.

“You can use it to study,” Credo said.

“Anyone have any fun suggestions?” Nero said.

“No,” the siblings said. Nero grumbled out something that sounded suspiciously like a curse, then grunted as Kyrie kicked his ankle.

They began to gossip a bit about school. Dante zoned out of the conversation, instead wondering if he should continue Nero’s training. He’d seen the boy looking for him, but his words at the end of their first session still concerned Dante.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that it took him a moment to realize the growing commotion he heard was screaming.

He jerked up, getting to his feet as the screaming grew closer. A crowd of civilians was fleeing their way, terror on their faces.

He immediately looked to Nero. Credo had planted himself in front of the younger children, and Kyrie was gripping Nero’s arm.

“Demons!” someone shrieked as they flooded past the fountain in a panicked stampede.

“Come on!” Credo said, grabbing Nero and Kyrie and pulling them with him.

A fleeing man accidentally knocked into Kyrie, who stumbled just enough that it threw off Credo’s balance. He didn’t have a chance to release either child and dragged them down to the ground with him. He immediately grabbed Kyrie, tugging her close and shielding her head as citizens rushed past them. Nero had covered his own head, trying to inch back towards the fountain so he was out of the way.

Then the demons came.

They were riding the tails of the fleeing crowds, slashing at them. Two people fell beneath their blades, one of them still alive to scream in pain and fear.

“Don’t look,” Credo was telling the kids, trying to get them up so they could run again.

But the demons had spotted their vulnerable forms and three were lumbering over to them. Credo noticed and got them up, pushing them both away.

“Run!” he ordered.

“Credo!” Kyrie cried.

“We’re not leaving you!” Nero said in alarm.

A demon lunged at Credo before he could respond. Nero slammed into his side, and the two boys went crashing to the ground, the demon’s blade narrowly missing Nero’s shoulder.

Nero pushed himself to his feet, fists clenched. “Get away from them!” he yelled, charging at the demon.

Reckless, reckless, reckless.

Dante was already moving, guns out and firing on the demon as it reared up to strike Nero. Another slashed at Nero, but Dante dove and caught him by the back of his shirt, yanking him aside.

Dante was so consumed by his focus on the demon trying to hurt Nero that he noticed the one about to strike Credo too late. He raised his gun to fire, but the demon was already swinging its blade at Credo.

Credo had the sense to try to push himself away, but the attack still caught his leg and he cried out in pain. The demon lifted its blade, ready to bring it down on the boy and end his life.

Nero was screaming when he tackled it, throwing it off balance enough that the attack missed Credo by only bare inches.

“Screw you!” Nero cried, punching the demon in the face. “Leave him alone, you fucking bastard!”

Dante’s eyebrows raised. No wonder the kid got in trouble for his mouth.

But then he shook himself and hurried forward, catching Nero around his chest and yanking him up and back, spinning with his free arm out and shooting at the demon. Nero reached out and caught Dante’s robe to steady himself, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His knuckles were bleeding.

Kyrie was crying as she helped her brother up. Nero spotted them and squirmed to get free and run to them.

“Listen to me,” Dante snapped, shaking Nero a little. “You help him run. You get away from here. I promise I will handle this and protect these people. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Nero said. “Let me help!”

“No. Credo needs you. Help him, Nero. Get him and Kyrie to safety,” Dante said, setting him down.

Nero looked anguished at not being able to fight, but his compassion was stronger than his stubbornness, thankfully. He ran for Credo, getting on his other side to support him and helping him limp away with Kyrie.

Dante waited until they were out of sight before really bursting into action. He’d kill off these demons before the Order’s knights showed up. He didn’t trust Nero not to come running back once his friends were safe, so it was best to get this cleaned up quickly.

Once he’d slaughtered the demons and made sure the area was secure, he left the scene. He made his way towards where Nero lived, unsurprised to find Nero already running back towards the fight, unarmed but determined.

Dante didn’t try to stop him. There was no danger left to threaten the boy there. The only real threat was his own impulsiveness, and Dante couldn’t stop replaying today’s scene in his head, dread coiling in his gut.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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The forbidden Avenger | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word count: 1k

Request: Hi!! I love what you write, and I was wondering I could have a Stark! reader for #45 and #100 please with Peter Parker? (''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway + ''it's always been you'' kisses)

Playing with danger and going against the rules has always been your thing. So, when your dad forbade you to get involved with his new protege, you saw it as a challenge.

What you didn't plan was that you'd fall for the youngest Avenger.

How could you not? Peter was shy, awkward yet effortlessly charming, thoughtful and very intelligent. He was also a total nerd. The kind that build Lego sets and have Star Wars marathons instead of going to parties.

You and Peter quickly became good friends. It helped that you were the only non-adults of the group. You liked hanging out with Natasha, Wanda or even Steve, but there were things only a fellow teenager could understand.

Before the headquarters were moved upstate, Peter would spend the night swinging the two of you from building to building. By now, you had watched the stars on more than half the buildings of New York.

You missed those days.

Now, you only saw him on training days or when your dad called him over.

Even then, it was difficult to talk to him. You’d purposely wander by the gym, sneaking glimpses of him working out through the glass door. And, when it was only the two of you, in a hallway or the lounge, there was always someone watching you.

One weekend where everyone was on a mission out of town, you texted Peter to meet you at the Avengers compound, saying someone had broken in.

Obviously, it was a lie.

Your dad had installed a top quality Stark Technology security system using fingerprint recognition, making it practically impossible for anyone to break in. And, in case of infraction, calling Peter wouldn't be necessary. FRIDAY had been programmed to go in lock-down mode and shut down all doors and exits. Tony would also be alerted right away.

But, Peter didn't know that.

Half an hour after you sent the message, a worried Peter came into the compound. He was dressed in a flannel and Nasa tee-shirt, looking effortlessly cute and soft.

''Are you okay? What happened? Did you see who broke in?''

His protectiveness and worrying were sweet. You almost felt bad.

''No one broke in,'' you told him.

''Are you serious?! I really thought you were in danger. I took May’s car to come here and you know how terrible of a driver I am.''

You peeked outside the windows and saw the purple-y maroon car parked crookedly before the stairs. How did he even get his license?

''I'm sorry.''

Peter raised an eyebrow. ''Are you really?''

You shook your head, giggling. He knew you so well. ''No.''

''Now that you’re here, might as well stay. I made cookies this morning.''

He stayed. For the cookies.

After taking a detour by the kitchen to get Peter some cookies - which were the best cookies ever, according to Peter -, you went to the lounge, which was for once empty of spying eyes.

You sat on the large couch and grabbed the remote. ''Do you want to watch a movie? There’s over 3000 on this thing.''

''Eh, sure. Why not.'' Peter smiled, his cute smile making your heart swell.

Of course, he picked a Star Wars movie. You had never watched the entire franchise, the order of the movies confusing you, but with Peter beside you to explain everything, you should be able to understand what was going on.

Half an hour through the movie, you shifted your eyes from the TV screen, more interested in the boy sitting beside you - sorry Hayden Christensen.

''Peter?''

He turned his head, expecting a hundredth question about the lightsabers or why there was no baby Yoda, but you moved your body closer to his own, grabbed his face in your hands and, in one swift motion, pressed your lips against his.

For the first five seconds, Peter was shocked, his body stiffening at the action. During those five seconds, you were scared you had read him wrong and he didn’t like you that way. That would be awkward and embarrassing.

But then, he melted into it like you initially thought he would, and kissed you back, his lips moving slowly, savoring the feeling. A wave of relief washed over you as Peter hummed into the kiss, lips brushing against yours gently as his hand slowly came to cup your cheek. You could taste the chocolate of the cookie he had eaten minutes ago. So sweet.

There was a shout coming from the TV, snapping Peter back to reality and pulling away from you with wide brown eyes.

''Oh my god, why did you just do that?'' he asked, freaking out a little.

''Because I wanted to,'' you answered simply, feeling silly for having to explain yourself. ''Did you not want me to?''

''No!'' Peter blurted out quickly to reassure you. ''I mean, I do want to kiss you. I’ve always wanted to,'' he whispered breathily, brushing his nose against yours, itching to close the space between your lips and taste you again. He bit his bottom lip, fighting his desires. ''But we shouldn't do this. Your dad is going to kill me.''

A lot of people were scared of Tony Stark - counting Peter. As much as he admired the man, the hairs on Peter’s body straightened and his stomach tightened with fear every time Tony raised his voice or was remotely angry. Like that one time he took his suit away. It still gave him nightmares.

Peter didn’t want to imagine how he'd react if he knew his lips had been on his daughter’s.

''He doesn't have to know.'' You pressed your forehead against his, so close yet so far from each other.

''Do you not remember how terrible I am at keeping secrets? It’s worse than my driving skills.''

You laughed to yourself. ''You’re gonna have to improve, then. Because this is just the beginning.'' You went for another kiss, flattening your palms against Peter’s chest while your other found its way to the nape of his neck.

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angstyclowns · 4 years

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I am weak for yanderes, and ABO♥️♥️💛💜!!! What's your take on yandere alpha shinsou/aizawa/hawks finding out his pregnant omega left without him, but finds them in a hospital bed with the baby wrapped up in their arms? Me seeing you write: oops lemme just🤰🤰

Yandere! alpha! Hitoshi shinso, Shouta Aizawa, and Keigo Takami x Pregnant! Omega! Reader

Hitoshi Shinso

His inner alpha was snarling at him as he ripped your den to shreds, looking every possible where for you.

He was livid.

He had told you- no, demanded you tell him if you went anywhere without him.

Ever since you fell to Stockholm syndrome, he’s trusted you outside as long as you tell him.

He should’ve known he was stupid trusting you so easily.

God, he was an idiot.

You were literal days away from your due date with his pup, which meant you couldn’t have gone far. You would still be in Musutafu.

Throwing on his capture weapon, Hitoshi stomped his way to the front door, only to pause as the house phone rang.

An unknown number showed up, making Hitoshi furrow a brow.

Maybe he was a bit too brash. Maybe you had gotten lost and your phone had died.

You were such an obedient thing, he had trained you well.

And oh, yeah.

You were pregnant with his pup.

Picking up the phone, Hitoshi was back to rushing once more this time, not boiling with rage.

No instead, he was brimming with joy.

Absolutely smitten as he ran to the nearest hospital. He had been there a dozen times with you for ultrasounds and such.

Now he was going there to meet his new pride and joy.

He didn’t even need directions, as they had a private room booked in advance for you in case you went into labour early, as you did.

Hitoshi took a minutes to calm himself before walking into your hospital room, nearly choking on his spit.

You were sitting there, tired, but glowing with a small pink bundle in your arms, beaming up once you noticed Hitoshi.

“Alpha! I’m so sorry! I meant to call you but the contractions just increased so suddenly and then-”

He held up a hand, choosing instead just to walk over and sit with you.

You could explain later, for now, he was just happy to have you ant his pup and his arms once more.

Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa had spies all over the place. he was a teacher for gods sake.

He trusted class 1-A with knowing you were his omega, and when he told them you were pregnant, the understood his protective stand point even more.

If you told Aizawa you were going out, he had at least two of his students follow you everywhere.

They stayed far enough back that they weren’t seen, easily staying on your track nonetheless.

So when you told Aizawa you were going to head out for a small cravings run, he had two of his best stealth students follow you.

To say he was startled when they came running back, panting and hair wild would be an understatement.

They quickly explained that you suddenly collapsed, an ambulance being called before escorting you to the hospitals.

He called in mic to sub before he himself was rushing off

Was something wrong with you and the pup?

Were you going to be okay?

Aizawa cared and loved for your unborn pup of course, but mom came first.

You would always come first.

Walking to your room, Aizawa let out a questioning chirp, relaxing ever so slightly when you answered.

Walking in, he purred at the sight of you in the hospital bed, perfectly healthy-

well, almost.

Your once prominent bump was now flat, making aizawa frown.

Where was your pup?

You seemed to sense his confusion, shaking your head with a smile before shuffling a little. an incubator was beside your bed, a blue bundle squirming inside of it in a restless slumber.

Like father like son you supposed.

You explained that you collapsed from pain, but you thought they were phantom hicks.

Nope. Before you knew it, you were delivering your son.

Aizawa made a mental note to make a list of people to watch over your son.

No problem child was not on it since he was a magnet for trouble.

He was totally on it because he was strong and would protect you and your son till his dying breath.

Keigo Takami

Keigo was a top ten hero, you bet your sweet ass he followed you whenever possible.

He constantly had a feather with you always. whether you knew it or not.

He could tell when you were too hot, too cold, in trouble, didn’t matter.

He knew

He rerouted his patrol to cover places you frequented a lot.

He was always near you.

It didn’t matter.

He was your alpha and he took that position with pride.

that and the position of the father to your pup.

He took that position with pride.

When he got a text from Miruko that you were seen detouring from the area Hawks allowed you to travel

That immediately had his hassles raised as he took off, abandoning his hero duties in favor of finding you.

He followed his instincts, and the connection with his feather, landing in front of a hospital.

Immediately, his mind went nuts, thinking of everything that went wrong.

Whatever it was, you had the sense to get yourself to a hospital, so you were safe in that sense.

When he walked in, a nurse was already waiting for him escorting him to your room.

He caught you just as they were wheeling you back into your room, a yellow bundle in your arms, which you were cooing at constantly.

When you noticed him, you smiled before using one hand to move the blankets away slightly, Keigo watching as bright red, small little wings fluttered free.

Keigo could only preen in joy, purring into your ear just how proud of his dove he was.

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Party Favors (Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz / reader)

Request: Can I have one for a Hawk smut where he’s having a little pool party and the reader is usually always wearing modest/baggy clothing but she wore a pretty sexy bikini to the party and everybody is shocked cuz she is hiding a super nice body under all those clothing. Hawk gets a boner seeing her and has to go inside the house to fix his problem and the reader goes inside the house and catches him and offers him some help and he’s shocked because she seems innocent. Basically a version of that fast time at ridgemont high bikini scene lol (for: @le-fashionmwah )

A/N: there’s been an influx of requests for Hawk smut so I really hope this hits the spot lol. felt really dirty writing this even tho its probs not that bad?? idk. lemme know. also, for some reason i only looked up that scene/movie halfway in to writing this, so i hope this is somewhat what you visioned

Words: 1582

Warnings: nsfw :)

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It had been a couple of months since your family moved to California, and you were loving it.

You befriended the Cobra Kais as soon as you started school and they had invited you to a pool party today at Sam's house.

You were a little bit reluctant to go at first, preferring to keep your weekends to yourself, reading a good book all curled up in one of the over sized hoodies you usually wore; that was, until Hawk came along.

“Come on,” he whined to you a couple of days earlier. “Miguel's going to be all up in Sam's ass and I'll be bored as hell. You gotta come keep me company.”

You hated to admit it, but you were putty in his hands. You were nursing an ever growing crush on Hawk from the moment you first layed eyes on him; so naturally, you were easily convinced. You were desperate to make a move on him, but you were still new and friendless other then the Cobra Kais; you feared making a wrong move and losing them all.

That is how you came to find yourself in Sam's back yard, trying to recognize familiar faces. You arrived with Miguel who as per Hawks prediction quickly abandoned you to chase after Sam, leaving you to fend for yourself. You scanned the yard filled with your peers; you couldn't recognize anyone – at least, not by name. Taking your phone out of your hoodie, you tried calling Hawk to no avail. He didn't pick up.

Assuming he wasn't answering because he was driving over (you didn't want to think he might have decided to pass on the party after convincing you to come), you decided to do the only thing there was left to do at a pool party – go for a swim.

You took a deep breath and took hold of your over sized hoodie, pulling it up and off of you, leaving you in nothing but the new bikini you got just for this (and maybe, just maybe, for Hawk too).

You didn't notice the many pairs of eyes that were suddenly focused on you.

Embracing the carefree air of the party, you jumped in to the deep end of the pool, letting your body sink for a moment before propelling yourself up to breathe. The cold water woke up your senses, letting you forget about your previous shyness if only a little. You swam to the edge of the pool and pushed yourself up to sit on the ledge.

“You're the new girl,” a voice suddenly asked. Looking aside, it was a boy you recognized from English class. He allowed himself to take a seat by you. “sit behind me in English, right?”

“Yeah,” you smile, happy to have been noticed. You two go on with your small talk for a little while until an extremely recognizable figure walked out the house.

“Hawk!” you called, more eager than you probably should have. You excused yourself from the boy who acted as a pleasant distraction, rising to your feet and making your way over to him, your bikini dripping heavily.

It took Hawk a heavy moment until he responded, his jaw slightly slacked as you came to stand in front of him.

“Hi,” he finally said, feeling his mouth dry. Hawk had to train his eyes intensely on yours, lest they venture downwards.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, nudging his arm playfully. “oh, sorry,” you apologize at seeing the spot you touched become dark with moisture. “I'm wet.”

Yes, you are, Hawk thought to himself.

A slight gust of wind hits you, and you cross your arms under your chest, trying to preserve your heat.

Hawk looks aside bashfully, heart pounding at your now even-further pronounced breasts. “I, um,” he mutters, “forgot my bike running. I'll be right back.”

Without a second glance to you, Hawk leaves in a rush.

You see him through a window and to your surprise, he doesn't leave the house. He detours to a bathroom.

You felt confused and slightly offended – what was the rush to leave you like that, after you greeted him so publicly too? Was he... embarrassed to be seen with you?

The negative thoughts began plaguing your mind; there was only one way to settle this, you decided. With that, you entered the house to confront him.

You're two steps in to the living room when Moon gets an eyeful of you. “Damn, Y/n!” she surveys your scantily clad body with a grin. “You were hiding that under all those layers? Good for you, girl,” she winks. Your quest to Hawk continues with reddened cheeks and a little grin.

You reach the bathroom you saw Hawk enter and knock, calling his name.

“What?” Hawk replies, his voice strained and perhaps agitated.

“I'm coming in,” you declare boldly, turning the door handle and prying it open.

“No, don't -” Hawk begins, but it's too late. You're already in.

Hawk's face is red, his shirt is tousled – which brings your eyes down to his unbuttoned jeans, and a prominent bulge coming from them.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just walked in to. “Oh.”

Hawk looks just about ready to bury himself alive. “Would you get out already?”

You space out for a moment as your brain runs through the course of events. He walked in, saw you, left with a boner.

Huh.

“I can leave,” you finally reply. “or,” his eyes lighten in confusion. “I can help you out.”

“Help – help me out?” Hawk stutters and he scolds himself for acting so timidly, like Eli rather than Hawk. He needed to regain control of the situation.

You shut the bathroom door, making sure to lock it. Walking up close to him, Hawk looks down at you, trying so hard to regain his composure. You sink down to your knees.

He nearly protests, cowers away, asks what you're doing. But then he doesn't. He's Hawk, and Hawk doesn't back away when the girl he's infatuated with is eye-level with his dick. He stays put. He takes control.

Your hand goes to caress his hardness over his clothes. Hawk one-ups you and pushes his jeans and boxers down, revealing himself to you completely. His hand weaves through your hair, letting him see your expression better.

He's worried, for a moment, that he might have taken things too far, read you incorrectly. A thought that's quick to leave his mind once your tongue is on his tip.

He thinks his heart might actually beat out of his chest. He would have never, not in his wildest dreams, be able to imagine this scenario happening in real life. Although he wanted you for a while now, he didn't think you returned his feelings. Besides that, you were usually modest, you clothing hiding your body under it and you never flirting with anyone. He'd never peg you for the type to go down on him in a bathroom during a party with half your school year just out the door.

Hawk groans as you slide your tongue from his tip to his balls, cupping them in your hand. It's nearly overwhelming to him when you spit in your hand and begin to pump his shaft.

Hawks grip on your hair tightens; you take him in your mouth. Hawk can't help the throaty moan that leaves him as you take him as deeply as you can, hollowing your cheeks as you pull away.

His free hand comes behind your head and his fingers find the strings holding up your bikini, which he allows himself to pull on until they sever and the top of your bikini comes loose.

Finally taking control, Hawk uses his grip on your hair to guide you on and off his dick, making you take him deeply enough you have to relax your throat to accommodate him.

“You're such a good girl for me,” Hawk groans as he gazes down at you with his dick in your warm mouth. “you take me so well.”

Your heart swells at the compliment, at the clear pleasure you're bringing him.

Hawks moans rise in volume and his hips rut gently forward while he holds your head in place. Without warning a gust of warm liquid pools in your mouth. Hawk pulls out and before you can think to move he cums, white strands painting your lips and cheeks before dripping down to your bare breasts.

You swallow what made it to your mouth and look at Hawk towering above you. He looked absolutely spent... and content.

Hawk helped you to your feet, this time allowing himself to stare at you to his hearts content. He helped you clean off your face before taking it in his hands and kissing you deeply. You couldn't believe you had managed to do all that before sharing your first kiss.

Breaking apart, Hawk lets his hands skim down your body, his thumbs flicking your nipples playfully before taking hold of your bikini strings and tying them back up behind your neck, leaving your breasts still covered with his cum underneath the fabric.

He finished tying the knot, kissing you once more. “You're my girl now.”

There's a question there, beneath the deceleration, so you nod. Feeling bolder than before, Hawk holds your hand as he leads you back to the pool.

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