#“bUt hE smElls like BaCon probably- i don’t care

[erenoir]

touya todoroki is so this is me trying coded

#and i will go down on the ship w him every!!time!! #babygirlify villains #“bUt hE smElls like BaCon probably- i don’t care #daddy i love him #touya todoroki fluff #touya todoroki #dabi #dabi bnha #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki headcanons

[thetriumphantpanda]

illicit affairs | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Two attempts are always better than one, right? If you're serious about getting pregnant then you can't just hope that Joel can manage to do it by trying once every month. It might be wrong, but seeing him camped out on the couch gives you the perfect excuse to try one more time this month, without distractions.

Warnings | Joel Miller being a fucking stud as always, breeding kink, size kink, dubious moral choices by both reader and Joel, Tommy getting cucked (as usual), dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex,

Word Count | 2.7k

Authors Note | Well..... this certainly isn't how I anticipated this series going, but it makes sense, right? Can't just fuck once a month and expect to make a baby. I am absolutely feral for how much you guys are enjoying this series that wasn't meant to be a series and I hope you continue to do so in the future. And also, don't worry, Tommy is back next time in full force, I promise! If you've not read parts one and two, you can find them linked below on the series masterlist - this probably won't make much sense otherwise.

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When Joel wakes the next morning, crick in his neck and lower back screaming at him for a night scrunched up on his brother’s couch, it’s the smell of bacon and the sizzling sound of something cooking in oil that hits him first. He pushes himself up slowly, running a hand over his face before his eyes search for the wall clock. It’s just after seven, he doesn’t have to pick Sarah up for another few hours. 

The next thing that strikes him is your voice. It’s quiet, like you’re trying not to wake him up, but you’re singing, or rather humming along to some song on the radio. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t care to find out, he just sits and listens for a while, letting the sweet sound almost lull him back to sleep. 

When Joel hears the clatter of plates being moved around, he stands, stretching out his back until it cracks in several places. God, he’s getting old. He slowly and softly makes his way to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you. You’re moving scrambled eggs around in the pan on the hob, two plates on the side that already have slices of bacon on them, and he can see slices of bread sat in the toaster waiting to be made. It’s domestic and he realizes he really shouldn’t like seeing it as much as he does. He shouldn’t be here, this should be his brother, but he doesn’t exactly hate it. 

“You didn’t have t’make me breakfast.” He speaks, you don’t jump which makes him think you knew he was there all along. 

“You didn’t have to sleep on the couch all night,” You counter, looking at him over your shoulder, “I guess we wore each other out, only right I send you off with a hearty breakfast.” 

Joel doesn’t really know what he’s doing when he walks deeper into the kitchen. He’s driven by the fact that all you’re wearing is a large flannel shirt, obviously not one of your own, buttoned up over some underwear. You’re fucking magnetic to him, he knows you shouldn’t be, should be as far out of his reach as possible, but he’s only doing you a favour right? The more he repeats it to himself, the more he might believe it. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as his hands play with them hem of the shirt, although your voice is teasing, it doesn’t warn him to stop, almost dares him to go further. 

Joel hears you chuckle as his hands palm your ass, “You gonna tell me to stop, pretty girl?” 

“You’re trying to get me pregnant, are you not?” You ask, shifting the pan with the eggs off the heat. 

“That I am,” Joel is now pressed firmly against your back, hands wandering underneath the shirt to rest on your hips, “But you gotta tell me if you want me to stop, just me and you this mornin’, sweetheart.” 

“I’m still good to go,” You murmur, moving your ass into him, feeling his already growing erection in his jeans, “So, give me what I want, stud.” 

He doesn’t need telling twice. Never does. He lets his big palm sink beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping almost immediately through your folds to sink down to where you’re already soaked. He knows some of that has to be him from last night, but as he drags his fingers up, covered in slick to your clit, hearing how you’re already moaning his name, he knows it’s not all him, this is your slick, mixed with him, and it drives him wild. Drives him wild that he’s marked you like this, that you’re just walking around with a piece of him inside of you. 

He's almost shocked by how quickly he brings you to the edge with his fingers this morning. Clearly, you’re still sensitive from the four orgasms he gave you the night before, something that still makes his chest puff, his male ego boosted that he went one better than Tommy for you. 

“Still all sensitive for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He leans down to whisper into your ear as his name falls a mile a minute from your mouth, “Gonna come for me?” 

“Fuck – Joel – ohmygod,” He can feel your legs starting to shake, he makes sure the arm he’s got pressed to your lower belly keeps you upright, pressed against him, “Don’t you dare stop.” 

“Didn’t plan on it.” He chuckles, letting his tongue lick hot stripes to you ear before he sucks the lobe into his mouth and nibbles. 

He feels your legs buckle, but that palm manages to keep you upright as you come for him. The way his name sounds in your high-pitched squeal when you let go for him has his cock throbbing in his jeans. If he was any younger, he could almost guarantee this alone would have him spilling himself into his jeans already. 

He lets you catch your breath for a moment as he undoes his jeans, stepping out of them and his underwear, though he leaves his shirt on. He has to be inside you right now or he thinks he might pass out. He drags your own underwear down your legs, kicking them to the side once you’ve stepped out of them, before he’s literally slamming his cock into you with full force. 

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” You keen, “Fuck, you’re so big inside me.” 

“I know babygirl, I know,” He stills for a moment, letting himself get used to the way your pussy is clenching him, literally pulling him in deeper, “A lot, ain’t it?” 

You let out a sigh as Joel pulls himself out before slamming back into you, “I can take it,” You whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts halfway, “Fuck me harder, Joel.” 

He brings a hand up to fist your hair, pulling your head back so you’re arching into him, “Careful what you wish for,” He moans, “Beggin’ me to go harder, filthy girl.” 

Joel can’t quite believe how good this feels. He thought, when he slid his cock into you from behind that he might feel guilty – bending his brother’s girlfriend over the stove without him knowing anything about it – but the way he’s got his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back so you arch perfectly for him, his hips snapping into your ass in a way that has his vision blurring, he can’t find it in himself to care. Maybe that makes him a piece of shit, but you asked for this just as much as he wanted to give it to you. 

He uses the hand tight in the strands of your hair to pull your face to the side. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek before he can’t stop himself from asking for it any longer, “Kiss me, pretty girl,” He growls, pulling your mouth to within a hair’s breadth of his own, “Give me that last piece of you, I know you want to.” 

He can see you hesitate. Can sense the flicker of doubt across your face. He won’t force this, but fucking hell does he want it. Wants to feel those pretty lips on his own, wants to know exactly what your mouth tastes like. He grips your hip with his free hand, fingers digging into the skin, sure enough likely to leave bruises there, as he continues his pounding into you. 

All of a sudden, you turn your head fully, your own free hand coming up to tangle in the curls on his head pulling his mouth to yours. The angle makes it messy, more of an open-mouthed mash up of tongues that anything else, but it fucking lights Joel on fire. He pulls away and slips his cock from your tight heat, turning you around so your back is to the stove. He pulls your naked body to his own and attaches his mouth back to yours like his life depended on it. 

He can feel his cock slipping between your slick folds as he focuses his attention on his mouth attached to yours. It’s depraved, the way his tongue melds with your own, licking into your mouth like he’s a man starved. Which he technically is, he can’t remember the last time he kissed a woman, let alone one as perfect as you. 

When he pulls away from you, hands on your ass to lift you up so he can carry you to the kitchen island and sit you on top, he focuses on the string of saliva that attaches your mouth to his. He pulls away just enough that it breaks, settling on the hair on his chin. He almost busts his nut all over your lower belly when you lean across and lick it from his face, grin plastered on your mouth like you know exactly what you’ve just done to him. 

You reach down between the two of you, gripping Joel’s cock in your hand, guiding it back to your spread cunt, “I think you better put this back inside me, huh?” You whisper, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Think you might be about to come, am I right Joel?” 

“Fuckin’ hell,” He curses, head to the ceiling, “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, pretty girl,” He takes his cock from your grip, sliding it slowly back into your slick pussy, watching as you throw your head back in pleasure as he does, “How many babies you want?” He asks, royally pushing his fucking luck now, “Tell me you want more than one, tell me I get to come inside your pretty pussy forever.” 

“You’ll have to ask your brother.” You and your smart fucking mouth, Joel thinks, looking down between the two of you where he’s splitting you open, watching as his thick cock slides effortlessly into your cunt, like you were made for him. 

“Didn’t have to ask him this morning,” Joel growls at you, hand resting at the base of your throat, “This was all you, babygirl.” 

He doesn’t think before he takes hold of the material of the shirt you’re wearing and yanks it open, buttons flying all over the kitchen surface. Joel lets it gape open, those big hands of his gripping the soft skin of your waist as he starts pounding into you again. He leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, soothing it with the pad of his tongue, before he switches to the other side. 

“Such pretty tits, baby,” He groans, moving his lips up to kiss across your neck, “Even prettier when I put this baby inside you.” 

His cock is brutal inside you. He can see the start of the discomfort on your face, still sore and stretched from last night. Truth be told, he doesn’t think he can hold on much longer, not when he looks down at the sight of you, spread out, dripping slick onto the countertop, legs spread as far as humanely possible, tits bouncing with every hard punch of his cock inside you. 

“Want me to fill you up, babygirl?” He asks, leaning down to capture your lips one last time, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get you alone again, he knows kissing you in front of his brother would probably get him shot, so he’s going to take it all whilst he can. 

“Give it to me Joel, fuck,” You moan, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you upright, “Look at me whilst you do it,” You demands, “I wanna see your eyes when you pump me full of cum.” 

You’re looking up at him, bottom lip bitten between teeth as he stuffs his cock into you twice, three times. He looks you dead in the eye as he lets your name drop from his lips, hand gripping so hard at your skin it’s painful. He does exactly what you say though, looks straight into your eyes as his cock fills your full of his cum. Dark and dangerous, like predator has caught its pray, spread it out underneath him and fully devoured it. 

He lets out the softest of groans as he slips his cock from you, watching as his cum drips from your pussy. It’s depraved, but he takes two of his fingers and pushes as much of it as possible back inside you, curling his fingers up inside you, before he slips them out, covered in his own cum and the slick from your pussy.

He holds them up to your mouth, “You wanna taste, pretty girl?” 

Joel swears he sees the devil when you take hold of his hand and drag that perfect little tongue over his fingers. He thinks he might feel his cock begin to harden again when you take them all the way into your mouth and swirl your tongue over them to get them clean, he’s only a man, he can’t help but imagine what that mouth might feel like wrapped around his cock. 

He helps you down from the counter, passes you the underwear he discarded early and then slips out of his own plaid shirt, offering it to you for ruining the one you were currently wearing. You could very easily wander up the stairs and get another shirt, but you take it from him, wrap it around yourself and do up the buttons. 

“Sit down,” You speak softly to him once he’s got his jeans on properly, “I’ll finish breakfast.” 

Joel watches closely as you pour coffee and reheat the eggs slightly, piling a significantly bigger portion onto his plate than your own. You butter the toast and then sit down next to him, eating in silence. He expects it to be awkward, but it’s the complete opposite. It’s comfortable, warm even, just two people enjoying breakfast together before they must go back to their respective lives outside of each other. 

When you’ve both finishes, you take the plates and stack the in the sink before Joel realizes he’s still got to pick Sarah up. You smile at him when he stands, going to unbutton his shirt to give it back to him when he puts a warm hand on your arm.

“Keep it,” He says softly, “Looks miles better on you than it does on me.” 

Your head dips and then you smile, “Thank you.” 

He doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for – the shirt? Probably not. But he smiles and kisses your cheek all the same before he’s making sure he’s got his keys and then he’s leaving. 

All Joel can think about on his drive to pick Sarah up is the massive fucking line he’s just crossed. He can paint it in whatever light he wants to – normal couples fuck all the time, at every possible moment, when they’re trying to have a baby, so why should this be any different? That’s all it was, is what he repeats to himself, all fucking day, thinking of the way you begged him to fill you up again, the way your lips felt against his when you finally gave in and kissed him. But there’s still that fucking niggling feeling that he’s fucked it all up, mixed his own feelings in somewhere along the line. He should have never been with you without the knowing stare of his brother, looking out for any signs of concern. 

If only Joel knew that Tommy knew exactly what was happening that morning. If only he knew that you’d padded quietly down the stairs and found him soundly asleep on that couch, first instinct to reach for your phone and sent Tommy that text message. 

Joel seemed to stay the night on the couch. I know you’ll be driving, so totally get if not, but mind if we try again this morning? Might have a bit more luck relying on two instead of one this month. 

You’d waited just moments for Tommy’s reply, standing at the foot of the stairs, watching Joel’s chest rise and fall in his sleep. 

Course not sugar, you can tell me all about it when I get in and get you all to myself. 

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[cyber333angel]

how you tell the boys goodbye when you see them off to work !

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Rafe !

you probably beg him to stay in bed like everyday even though you know he has to leave. like the beginning of the movie, “don’t worry darling” where alice tries to make excuses for jack to stay. “rafey please stay! ill be lonely without you..and! and im sick so who’s gonna take care of me?” and he just sighs because he doesn’t want to leave you but he is the man of the house and he has to work to give you all the things you want. “baby your not sick and you know I will be back, we do this everyday. im the one who has to keep you fed and get you all your nice things and I can’t do that if I stay in bed with you all day alright?” you pout at him knowing you can’t win, “c’mon give me a kiss before I leave.” you crawl to his side of the bed and stand on your knees at the edge of the bed facing him, you wrap you arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply. rafe wraps his arms around your waist and slides them to the bottom of your ass, squeezing it firmly. “alright sweet girl, I gotta go but I will see you tonight and I left my card on the table. go buy something with your girlfriends and pick up the delivery of flowers that are coming today for you. ill call you and I love you, okay?” you nod your head showing him you understand, “mhm I love you too rafey! have a good day and come home soon!” blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door.

Jj !

since jj is always working outside jobs in the heat I feel like you would have to make him a lunch everyday before he goes. sometimes it could be leftovers from dinner last night or you could wake up early to make him a sandwich and fill it with all the snacks he likes. so currently, you are in the kitchen whipping up two sandwiches for jj in his oversized t-shirt, bonnet and fluffy slippers, moving from the fridge to the counter, your panties peeking from below every time you reach up for something. your boyfriend waking up from his slumber, scratches his neck, “g’morning babydoll, what you making f’me today?” reaching over to you and hugging you from behind, you smile and beam from the warmth of his chest. “good morning jayj! making you a scooby doo sandwich with chips and gatorade along with..” you ramble to him talking about all the snacks you stuffed his lunch box and he slides his hands up and down your curves, placing little kisses on your neck making you wince, “mmm jj you have to go to work!”

“I know cupcake but just a little bit..” you probably start your day with a make out session every morning because he can’t get enough of you, but when the two are done, you see him off at the door handing him his lunch box, “I love you jayj! have a good day at work nd I hope you like your lunch!” and he smiles to himself while putting his lunchbox around his waist, getting on his motorcycle. “see you later baby, I love ya and ill see you later.” along with a flirty comment probably, but you see him ride off to work with a grin on your face.

Barry !

I think barry cares for you too much to let you stay at his trap house so he never lets you go over there cause it’s dangerous, meaning he bought a apartment when the two of you started dating or he stayed over with you sometimes. but currently he was staying over at your house sleeping next to you. he would wake up first and make you breakfast, so usually you wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. getting up in your pajamas walking into the kitchen with sleep still in your eyes. barry turns around, and sees you, “good morning sleepy girl, I made you some breakfast before I leave so si’down.” you mumble a quiet “g’morning bear..” and do as your told taking a seat in the cold chair to wait for your boyfriend to give you some food. you two talk for a while about the plans for today and you finish your breakfast. “I gotta leave now princess, some people waiting for me to show up but give me a hug before I go mama.” you smile and run up to him, melting in his touch, you look up at him from his chest giving him a peck. “please be safe bear..I love you and call me!”

“mhm will do ma’am, I love you too and get s’more sleep aight?” you nod and kiss him goodbye at the door.

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#obx fluff #rafe outer banks #barry outer banks #jj outer banks #obx x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader <3 #barry x reader <3 #jj maybank x black!reader #jj x reader <3 #john b was supposed to be in this but his ass doesn’t have a job so I didn’t write for him 😇 #I was also supposed to post this tmr but I got to keep yall fed 🙂‍↔️

[maswritingblog]

The Arrangement - Part Six

Summary: Lucy navigates her emotions and Marcus has a surprise.

Warnings: Conversations about pregnancy, Smut (18+ ONLY), Emotions.

A/N: Surprise! I'm so sorry it took so long to get this posted. I realized today that part five was posted in December 2022 and that's absolutely insane. Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for this, and to those who still engage with me and my content even as I haven't been posting. I appreciate you all, and I hope you enjoy.

A/N 2: This is a reader fic but I have chosen a random name for the reader as that is the way I like to write. I give no descriptions of the reader, so feel free to picture "Lucy" any way you want!

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Friends raising a kid together.

That was the deal.

And yet as Lucy sat in her car in Marcus’s driveway waiting for him to arrive, she found herself questioning everything. What happened next? Where did they stand now that she was pregnant? They’d agreed to an arrangement to conceive, and they had done so, but she hadn’t expected things to change so much in the process. Maybe it was foolish of her to assume that she would be able to sleep with her friend for several weeks without developing feelings; maybe it was foolish to assume she could get through this and come out on the other side the same.

Part of her wondered if Marcus felt any different about her. He tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve and get caught up in them easily, but somehow she wasn’t sure where she stood with him. Either he’d learned to hide his emotions better than he let on, or he didn’t feel anything new for her at all. Maybe he was better suited for this type of arrangement than she was, surprising as that may be.

The crunch of tires on the pavement alerted her to his arrival and she took a few deep breaths to pull herself together.

“Okay, you can do this, Luce,” she whispered to herself in the rearview mirror. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Sighing softly, she stepped out of her car and followed Marcus up the driveway to his front door. He held the takeout bag in one hand as he slid the key into the lock and opened the door. As much as she was looking forward to some pancakes to cure her sweets craving, part of her wanted to take the bag and leave before she had to have an awkward conversation.

She followed him inside, kicking off her shoes and hanging her jacket as she usually did. Marcus placed the food on the coffee table before taking off his own shoes and coat. Lucy went to the kitchen for plates and cutlery and brought them into the living room.

“I got those strawberries you like.” He commented as he sat on the couch, loosening his tie until he could pull it over his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

“Mmm, thank you.”

Lucy kneeled on the floor on the opposite side of the table and opened the takeout bag, the sweet smell of pancakes hitting her nose. Although it made her salivate, the smell of Marcus’s bacon that followed immediately made her stomach turn.

“Oh, god.” She gasped, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.

Marcus’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “What’s wrong? You okay?” he asked urgently.

Swallowing thickly, she nodded. “Sorry, I guess bacon is off limits now.”

Standing, he reached into the bag and pulled out the container with the offending meat and took it into the kitchen without a word. When he came back, he had a glass of water that he held out to her.

“Sorry,” she swallowed again, taking the water to wash down the taste of bile in her throat.

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I had a friend who couldn’t stand the smell of cooked meat when she was pregnant. We’ll just have to figure out what sets you off and what doesn’t.”

She should have known he’d be understanding; there was no universe where Marcus Pike wasn’t understanding and attentive to the ones he cared about. It was probably only going to be amplified now that she was pregnant. She wasn’t sure why that overwhelmed her.

“Pancakes still sound good?” He asked, reaching into the bag for the container. “Or I guess ‘smell good’?”

“Thankfully, yes.”

They ate in silence for a bit. Lucy wondered what was going through his mind, wondered if it was anything close to what she had been thinking about in the car. Did she even need to bring it up to him? Or was he under a completely different impression? She supposed the only way to find out was to ask, but that seemed so terrifying.

“What are you thinking about?” Marcus finally broke the silence.

Lucy hummed around her bite of pancake. “Hmm?”

He set his fork down in his empty take out container and gave her his full attention. “Luce, you’ve got your thinking face on. What’s up?”

Well, shit. She had hoped she could avoid any awkward conversation tonight, but she forgot how attentive he could be, how much he paid attention.

Maybe she could avoid talking about that though.

Shrugging, she pushed the last bite of pancake through the sticky syrup on the bottom of the container. “Big changes. Easy to have a lot on your mind.” She hoped the vague answer would be enough.

She should have known better. Marcus nodded slowly, eyes flickering over her face as he studied her closely. Finally, he leveled her with a soft yet serious stare. “Lucy.”

It was just her name, but she could tell he knew there was something more to it by the way he said it. She could feel anxiety bubbling inside her at the thought of explaining to him what was on her mind. But she knew she needed to behave like an actual adult and speak with him instead of keeping it bottled up.

When she didn’t respond right away, Marcus’s brow furrowed. “You’re not…you’re not having second thoughts, are you?” he asked, his voice small as if the thought terrified him.

Lucy’s eyes widened. That had never crossed her mind, there was no way she’d back out of this situation; she would never do that to him. Shaking her head, she rose from her spot on the floor and moved to sit beside him on the couch, her hands reaching out to grasp his arm.

“Marcus, no. No second thoughts, no regrets, nothing. I’m having this baby…we’re having this baby.” She reassured him, holding his gaze so he would know she meant every word.

His deep brown eyes softened as the worry lessened, but he wasn’t completely reassured. “Then what’s going on, Luce? You look like something is bothering you.”

She sighed. There was no way to avoid it…but how did she ease into the subject?

“It’s not bothering me, it’s just something I started thinking about after the appointment.”

He nodded slowly, listening intently like he always did.

“I was just thinking about what the pregnancy means…for us.”

His brow furrowed again. “For us?”

“Okay,” Sighing again, she rose from the couch and began to pace the space in front of the coffee table. “I don’t want to make this weird or uncomfortable. I mean, we’re going to be raising a kid together and I don’t want to make that harder…” she was rambling now. “It’s just…maybe I don’t want this to just be friends raising a kid together. And that’s something I have to think about, because I knew what the deal was when we started this, and just because I feel differently doesn’t mean you do.”

How had she gone from deciding to put up boundaries to protect herself from getting hurt to confessing her feelings to him? Had those pancakes been laced with truth serum or something? Or was it just looking into Marcus’s kind eyes that had her willing to spill all her secrets? Maybe it was the hormones.

And now she’d probably made things awkward. How would he react to her confession? Would he let her down gently in the way only Marcus Pike could, or would he not know what to say and she’d have to leave and hope he just let her pretend none of this happened?

When she turned to pace back towards the front door, Marcus was suddenly there with his hands on her shoulders. “Lucy, take a breath.” He spoke softly.

She nodded, inhaled slowly, and reminded herself that she wasn’t just one person anymore.

He gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Good?”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence. “Lucy, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Maybe she could play dumb her way out of this. “W-What do you think I’m saying?”

“That you have feelings for me.”

Well, nevermind.

She took in a deep breath before meeting his eyes, trying her best to not let her hormones get the best of her. Her eyes burned with unshed tears at the idea of him rejecting her, even if he did it nicely.

“Yeah, I think I do.” She whispered, feeling so small as she did so. “But…I understand that isn’t what you signed up for, so don’t worry about—”

“—Lucy,” he interrupted, his hands moving to cup her face. He let out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head slowly. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I have been trying so hard to not let you see that this has changed things for me. I didn’t want to make you upset, but I think maybe I got in over my head with this arrangement. I don’t know why I thought that I could do this without falling more in love with you than I already was.”

She felt a lightening bolt shoot through her. “Y-You’re in love with me?” she gasped, the tears she had been fighting back prickling the corners of her eyes.

“I think since the moment I met you.” He murmured, thumb brushing back and forth on the apple of her cheek.

She didn’t know how to respond to that. He’d been in love with her the entire time, and here she was trying to hide her feelings to spare him any awkwardness. She let out a small, surprised laugh before reaching up to grip the collar of his shirt to tug his lips down to hers.

His arms dropped to wind around her waist, pulling her body flush against his as he deepened the kiss.

This had gone much better than she had expected and while they’d need to have an actual conversation about whatever they were at some point, she was more than happy to take this moment for what it was. Talk could come later; they had plenty of time for that.

She started backing towards the hallway, pulling him with her.

“What about your pancakes?” he chuckled, his mouth still pressed against hers like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go.

“Screw the pancakes.”

They stumbled down the hallway, Lucy’s fingers beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt and his began pulling her blouse from where it was tucked in her pants. As they reached his bedroom, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and then lifted her arms to allow him to pull hers over her head.

They both made quick work of their pants and then she’d barely gotten her bra off before he was kissing her again. He stepped forward, leading her back towards the bed like they were dancing. He broke away to pull the blankets back on the bed and then they tumbled onto the mattress as their legs tangled, both laughing in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled as he did his best to not land right on top of her.

Instead of responding, she pulled his mouth back down to hers and moving her legs to wrap them around his hips, letting out a soft moan as his hips met hers and she felt his hardness press against where she was already throbbing.

They’d had a lot of sex, but this felt different. Maybe it was because of her hormones, or maybe it was because they’d just confessed their love for each other. There was always something more special about being intimate with someone she cared deeply about, and knowing he cared for her just the same made it even more special.

He grinded against her and they moaned into each other’s mouths at the feeling. Lucy reached down to tug at his briefs and he propped himself up on one hand to help her push them down his hips. Once they were low enough he could kick them off, he sat up on his knees and helped her pull her underwear down her legs before slinging them over his shoulder to disappear somewhere across the room.

Lucy couldn’t hold in the giggle that came out at that, and she shook her head at him. Yeah, this was the man she had fallen in love with.

Marcus leaned down to press kisses to her stomach, lingering for a second on her lower abdomen before trailing kisses up the valley between her breasts. His lips found the spot he knew she liked behind her ear as his body slotted against hers.

Lucy’s hands trailed down his sides, nails raking his skin lightly the way she knew he liked. He groaned against her skin, hips involuntarily grinding against hers on reflex. She reached between their bodies and took ahold of him, turning her head to capture his mouth as he moaned. She took that moment to position him at her entrance, waiting for him to press his hips forward to press his tip in before she let go. Her hand came up to thread through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots as he slid deeper inside.

She could never get over the feeling of him, and she was grateful he didn’t want this to end; she was pretty sure he’d ruined her wanting any other man inside her.

They moaned into the kiss as he sheathed himself fully. She expected him to keep going, but then he pulled back to look down at her, his hips unmoving.

Her brow furrowed. “You okay?” she asked, still breathless from the feeling of being full.

Marcus’s hand came up to brush a strand of hair off her face, eyes softening as he studied her features.

“Marcus?”

His thumb brushed over her lower lip as he took a deep breath. “I love you.” He murmured softly, his voice thick.

Lucy’s heart skipped in her chest. It was one thing to hear him say he had fallen in love with her, and another to have him look deeply in her eyes and say those three little words. They hit her like a freight train. The hand that had been tangled in his hair moved to cup his jaw. “I love you, too.” She whispered.

He gave her that big grin she loved so much and leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips, pulling back only far enough to lock eyes with her, his nose brushing against hers.

He shifted his hips, eyes never leaving hers as he pulled out and then pushed back in slowly. This wasn’t like they had done before; this wasn’t just sex.

They were making love.

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A/N: I know this probably felt finite, but I promise this is not the end! I just felt like that was the perfect end to part six, but I have more parts planned!

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Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧

Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.

Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.

16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.

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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.

“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.

“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?” He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.

“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.

“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”

“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.

Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.

“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.

“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”

“What shit?” You ask, confused.

“Living.”

Fair deal.

Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.

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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”

“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.

“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”

“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki only sighs.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”

You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.

“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.

“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.

“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”

“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.

For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.

To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…

“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”

… Nevermind. Scratch that.

“Fuck no.”

Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”

The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.

“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.

“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”

That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.

You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…

This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.

Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.

Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.

“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.

For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.

You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”

“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.

If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.

“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.

“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.

“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.

“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”

Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.

“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”

Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.

“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”

You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.

“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.

“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.

Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.

“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.

“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”

“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”

Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.

“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.

“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.

“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.

This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.

Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.

You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.

If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.

“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.

“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…

“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.

Not like you would mind…

Oh damn.

You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.

“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.

“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.

“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.

Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.

… next chapter!

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Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

Summary: It’s your first day at Northwestern, despite the rocky morning, You and your roommate [riri] are off to a good start and and even better ending.

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Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

5:45 AM

You’ve never truly been a morning person. You wish you were but there’s nothing great about them. The eye crust, the bonnet on the floor, the lopsided hair, the drool on your pillow, and the alarm blaring in your ear. But today is different, you went to bed early last night after celebrating with Riri.

She’s lived with you for the past three months but she nearly feels like family to you probably because you’ve known each other since the last two years of medical school. She reminds you of a sister you never had growing up, always reminding you to study and bugging the shit out of you simultaneously.

Celebrating, meaning drinking beers and talking shit about your old medical school professors.

You feel a tug on your shirt as you turn around.

“Jesus, you look fucking rough.” Riri grins and you toss the pillow below your head at her. She stands to the side and stares back at you, a silk durag wrapped around her braids and her body drowning in a black hoodie to match.

“We got work in an hour, so get yo ass up.” She says again. You see the coffee cup in her hands and imagine having your own.

“Breakfast is ready, I gotta go take Roscoe the third out for a walk.” She reminds you. Her dog, she’s had the German Shepherd for a minute as far as you know and you can tell she cares but you don’t let it on your bed at all, let alone your room. You hear it’s paws against the hardwood floor and it’s heavy breathing as it enters your room.

“Riri, I don’t want it in my room.” You groan, shutting your eyes.

“Aight, my bad, Roscoe the Thir-“

“Do you have to call it that everytime?”

“First of all, Roscoe is a he…And that’s HIS name, get the hell up Y/N, I ain’t tryna be late.” She sasses before walking out. You watch the dog tilt it’s head before joining her out of your room.

You don’t bother making your bed as you get out of it. Your room is still pretty empty, just your bed on the side of it and boxes everywhere. You move one out of the way as you walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen.

You smell bacon, and something sweet like waffles or pancakes. When you make it downstairs, your plate is set on the counter and Riri’s is already in the sink.

She’s always been a good cook and other than the dog, you’ve gotten the perfect roommate. You’re sure she’s out walking Roscoe so you don’t look for her.

You scroll through your phone as you eat.

You reply to texts from your mother who’s wishing you good luck on your first day, and a couple friends from medical school.

You hear Riri’s voice before the door opens.

“Sharon, You’ll be aight, highschool is fun. I had fun-….yes the basketball team was fun, try out, you got the moves for it.” She says, entering the space. You’ve never seen her truly have a soft spot for anyone but her sister or mother , her voice is always softer, more caring.

Roscoe is out and he sits next to you as you hold the bacon to your mouth. You don’t even look at him and you look at Riri instead who ends her phone call with a bye and a low ‘love you.’

“You played ball?” You question as she approaches you, kneeling to removing the leash off of her dog.

“Yeah, for five years in highschool and for two years in college, point guard.” She says while standing across from you, still scrolling through her phone.

“Mhm, why’d you quit?”

“I picked medicine, after my dad died, I wanted to save lives so I dropped ball.” She says casually. You suddenly feel the greasy bacon slide down your throat. She looks up at you when the silence becomes deafening.

“Don’t make it a thing, Y/N, I ain’t mean it for no pity, I’m not offended, and if you thinking about apologizing, don’t. It’s the truth, I saw death and I wanted to learn how to prevent it.” She elaborates. You’ve known her for three years and had no idea she even lost a parent. You wouldn’t know unless she said something.

You hear a high-pitched whine and stare at big wide eyes.

“Boy, go sit, I ain’t giving you this bacon.” You murmur, watching the dog obey and sit eagerly. He actually listened. You cut a small piece off and chuck it into his mouth.

“Y/N! He can’t be eating that!”

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6:20 AM

You and Riri have been assigned lockers right next to each other and you can’t wait to see your lab coats. The hospital is fucking huge and you can’t wait to get a full your from your attending. Riri grabs the baby blue scrubs in front of her and strips immediately.

“You already changing?” You question.

“Y/N, we gotta be ready, you should change too.”’ She advises. You choose to follow it, changing as well. When you’re both done, you run your finger over the embroidery of your name stitched to your white lab coat.

Most hospitals don’t do this for interns but luckily for you, Northwestern does. Riri closes her locker, pulling her box braids into a bun above her head.

“I guess we wait here.” She shrugs. You sit with her as other interns fill the room. Some are from

Prestigious medical schools, other from ones you’ve never heard of a day in your life. You and Riri remain close, listening to some conversation and tuning out others.

Everyone goes silent and you hear a sharp accented voice speak.

“I’m here to get my interns for the day, I need you to move fast, move slow and you will be left behind. Speak while I’m speaking and you can go home, try again another day. If you think you know something, no you don’t. Ask me a question after this week, everyone got it?” She asks. You can’t tell where she’s from but you can hear that she’s African. You can’t see her due to the sea of interns in front of you.

“When I call your names if you miss it, I will not be repeating myself…Adrien Johnson, Kiara Brooks, George Wilson, Liam Rodriguez, Sophia Porter, Y/N, L/N and Rianna Williams.” She says clearly. You and Riri squeeze your way through the crowd and finally see dark blue scrubs.

Shuri Udaku in the fucking flesh. You’ve read so many articles around her. She’s done so much, completely changed hospitals and medical care.

She’s pretty. Real Pretty. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she’s modeling those navy scrubs. Her name is etched on the lab coat.

‘Shuri Aja-Adanna Udaku.’

Tattoos cover her fingers and your sure they’re up her arm but they’re cut off by the scrubs. Her hair is shaved in an undercut and coils cover her forehead. Her hard eyes stare at yours.

“Staring problem?” She questions and Riri locks eyes with you, waiting for you to answer.

“I-“

“Don’t care, let’s go.” She interrupts.

She gives you all a quick tour of the hospital. You’ve never written so quickly before. She’s quick, stern and she’s assigned you all numbers since she doesn’t know your names.

Riri’s four and you’re two.

You, Dr. Udaku , Riri and the rest of the interns are all in the rather large elevator as she’s about to show you all the trauma bay. You’re sure that Riri’s excited and by the way she’s bouncing on her feet, she looks like a kid on Christmas.

One of the interns, who’s name you haven’t memorized yet speaks.

“Dr. Udaku, I love your work, I’ve seen so many article-“ He begins as her eyes cut over to his.

“I don’t care, I get my ass kissed everyday, I don’t care how many articles you’ve seen, I want to find out if you can do what I’ve done. If any of you have comments on my work, don’t mention it…It won’t get you further.” She says and coincidentally the elevator dings. She walks around the hospital like she owns it, and the surgeons around her know she owns the floor too. She ignores most greetings except for one.

A woman that’s around her height with light skin and long black hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. Her tattoos are much more colorful that her counterpart, covering her neck and almost all of her arms.

“Wassup, A.J.” She smiles, smacking Dr. Udaku’s arm. She doesn’t have her lab coat on so all you see is her I.D and the first thing you notice is how pretty she looks in her photo. You’ve never seen anyone so photogenic.

Her name reads, Vivian Vision. Trauma Department.

“Hello… I’m working.” Dr. Udaku replies.

“I bet she’s scaring all of you, you’ll be fine, good luck on your first day.” She smiles warmly before a patient is rolled right next to all of you. She immediately begins to her to work, asking for stats and her voice fades as she follows the patients.

All of you watch in awe at the way she went from a simple conversation to beginning to save a life.

“The trauma bay can be very active especially in the mornings and at nights.” Shuri picks her lesson back up.

“That shit was so fuckin’ cool.” Riri sighs.

Yes it fucking was.

…

7: 49 AM

For your first day, you all get to watch a surgery with Dr. Udaku. She’s instructed You all to sit in the front, however she’s sitting right behind you. You see her in the reflection of the glass in front of you. Her legs are crossed, her chin resting in her hand and posture straight.

You force your eyes back on the surgery as she leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Two.” She speaks as all the interns turn their head.

“Yes?” You respond. Riri sits next to you, her eyes glued to the surgery and doing her best not to pay attention to the conversation next to her.

“What’s this procedure called?” She asks. You had no idea what it was, she did it on purpose and you realized it now. But you can figure this out.

It’s Orthopedic. There’s a an incision over the thigh so that rules out anything in any other areas. It’s not a double hip replacement as there’s only one metal stem you notice the metal socket as well. You stare at instrument set, all of those are instruments for some kind of hip surgery.

“A total hip replacement.” You state.

“Yes it is, who’s the doctor?” She asks. She showed you all the board almost an hour again and you barely remember it.

She takes your silence as an incorrect answer.

“Anyone want to answer that?” Everyone is silent. You do your best to rack an image of the surgeon in your brain before Riri cuts in.

“Dr. Wyatt Wheatley.” Riri answers.

“Correct, I suggest you all pay attention in the near future, Dr. L/N And Dr. Williams, you will be on my first case next week.” She replies. You smile faintly and when you look into the glass, her eyes are trained on you.

Riri nudges you and whisper-yells.

“We in this shit..We already for first case.” She smiles. You smile back before the both of you look at the case in front of you.

…

1:00 PM.

You’ve been able to watch 2 surgeries today. They were both the same one and she questions everyone on it afterward. Everyone’s doing great but one person flakes. The same guy that tried to compliment her earlier.

His words get caught in his throat as you all sit in the O.R Gallery.

“You don’t seem very prepared, Dr. Johnson. Did you really go through four years or college and four years of medical school, just to flake?” She asks harshly and you feel hurt for him. He seems like the sensitive type and you sympathize with him. He’s a nervous wreck, similiar to the way you were back in College.

“N-no, sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“Why’re your apologizing?” She asks immediately. He rubs his palms on his scrubs as he meets her eyes.

“I-um-“

“Listen, Johnson. I need you to get some tough skin if you’re going to be working with me in the near future, I suggest you get off early to recollect yourself.” She suggests. He shakes his head before speaking.

“I can stay it’s f-fine.” He murmurs.

“Good.” She says briefly, almost like she was testing him.

..

3:53 PM

You all have a five minute break finally. You and Riri don’t click with any of the interns within your group, so you’ve founded a secluded hallway and managed to sit on an empty bed. She’s munching on some chips from the vending machine while you sip on some coke.

You’re both tired but neither of you have brought it up. Dr. Udaku is extremely strict and your brain has been moving too fast. She’s been testing everyone.

You’ve been awake for about 9 hours and you have 3

more to go.

“How you feeling?” You ask Riri. Her eyes drift slowly from her Chips to your face.

“It’s like God wanted to send the fuckin devil so he made her.” She scowls and you can’t help but laugh. She laughs quietly with you before speaking.

“She’s just so mean, what you think?” She asks. And a part of you finds it attractive. You’ve always liked both men and women and you’ve datee an equal amount but one thing you’ve always liked is someone that has their shit together.

She’s knowledgeable but not cocky. She knows her shit and she’s humble about it too. People gravitate towards her, it’s so fucking attractive and her tattoos and sharp jawline don’t help your case. And lord, her accent damn near makes your toes curl.

“Ion know she’s kinda fine.”

“See I knew you was gon’ say some wack ass shit.” Riri chuckles as she crumpled up her empty bag of chips.

“It’s true.” You shrug.

“Yeah, whatever, I get it.” She shrugs. You want to ask her who she thinks is attractive. You remember in medical school when Riri thought she might’ve like guys too but messed around with one one to realize she actually fucking hated it.

She kissed a friend while she was drunk and caught feelings quicker than she did with the guy she knew for a year.

That’s when she knew she only liked girls. You also know her type since you’ve known her for so long.

She doesn’t care for them being feminine or masculine since she’s a mix of both but she’s happened to date a mostly fems, mostly black women.

“Nobody here is pretty to you?”

“Vision, She coo’.” She shrugs. That’s Riri for ‘I’m trying to not make it a big deal but I really think she’s fine.’

You check your Apple Watch.

3:57 PM

looks like breaks over.

…

6:25 PM.

You feel gross now that you’re in your own clothes. Your team of interns is the first to be released and you watch Riri pull her sweatshirt over her body and slam her locker.

Eye bags are evident on her face and a small frown displays on her face as she grabs her car keys from her locker. She releases her hair from its bun and assess you, you’re still in the midst of changing.

“Meet me at the entrance in five, Y/N.” She rasps and yawning while walking past you. You’re the only one in the locker room and you’ve already changed into your flared leggings.

You remove your top, enjoying the fresh air on your skin. A knock forces you to turn around.

Dr. Udaku stands there, taking long strides before being an arms length away. You swear you see her eyes flash on the upper half of your body.

“Be early tomorrow, 7:20 instead of 8. I want you and Williams on rounds.” She speaks. Maybe your seeing things but the smallest smirk appears on that pretty face.

…

7:00 PM

Riri returns home from taking Roscoe out for a walk. She lays on the couch with him. You’ve both agreed to watch a movie together despite the exhaustion. You fill up your bowl of snacks and one for Riri as well.

“You want hot chips? You question, turning around when you’re met with silence. You find Riri knocked out, on her back and sprawled out on the couch, her arm and one leg hanging off of it.

You’re tired too. You walk towards her, grabbing the pillow against her side and placing it below her head. You cover her in a thick plush blanket that’s ended up on the floor (she probably kicked it off.) she luckily got her durag and bonnet on before knocking out. You turn the T.V off and watch Roscoe sleep on top of her feet. Sometimes you think the dog may be cute.

“Night’ Roscoe.” You say, petting the top of his head.

You turn all the lights off and make sure the door is locked and then go into your room. You still have so many boxes bur the first thing you do is fall straight into bed.

You get comfortable beneath the sheets and let sleep take over. Before you’re in too deep though, Dr. Udaku pops up in your brain. She’s so pretty. And you wonder if she has lean abs below those scrubs. Telling by those toned biceps, she just might.

You wonder where she’s from. You were going to ask till you remembered her no question statement earlier. Was she staring at you earlier? Maybe not? There’s no way, someone like her wouldn’t do anything that unprofessional like that. She’s too…harsh.

You’ll find out. Not tonight, but definitely someday.

#black panther #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #teach me ss series #ss 🌿🌿

[v-love]

Or OR make it Kyle and he has a big crush on u and one of his frat guys starts flirting with u at a party and he’s like wtf bro code and gets jealous and then u see him being all sad outside by himself and u talk to him and he confesses that he likes u and he kisses u

Wipe My Tears (Kyle Spencer x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Kyle was so infatuated with you. Everything you did, he loved. When one of his “friends” kisses you, he takes care of you. He made sure you knew he loved you still.

CW: Brief mentions of incest/sexual abuse. A brief non consensual groping and kissing scene. Panic attack.

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @preselelle @evanpetersfav @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed @shjjpm @meganxfox @iruzias

Word count: 2392

Images/GIFS are not mine.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Kyle’s mouth shuts as he looks up at his frat brother. “Sorry…” he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I just really think she’s so…I don’t know.” His frat brother rolls his eyes and nods. “We know, she’s all you talk about.” Kyle’s face flushed pink in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit it but you were all he thought about. When he ate breakfast, he would remember that your favorite food in the morning was bacon and eggs. When he brushed his teeth, he would remember that you owned a blue electric toothbrush. When he watches his favorite show, he would remember that your favorite show was You. His mind was so occupied with you and his studies that he would often get massive headaches right before bed. Right now, his friend that was just there had left to go out with his girl. He was jealous of couples but he never wanted to admit that. Kyle didn’t like the feeling of jealousy because it made him feel like he was his mother. He didn’t even want to think about her at all because if he did, he would spend so long trying to figure out a way to stop her advances on him. Kyle loved his mom but it was too much for him to handle. Shaking his head from those thoughts, he looks at his phone. There was a message from you. He smiles widely as he read it.

Y/N at 4:22 PM

hey ky :) are u busy rn?

Kyle was debating whether he should study or not but with the text you sent him, he decided not to. He replied with a no and waited for you to text him back. It was pretty fast as usual.

Y/N at 4:27 PM

let’s go to that new café they just opened!!! i heard it’s good!!

He thought for a moment.

KyKy at 4:28 PM

Meet me there or do I pick you up?

His leg bounced a bit as he read.

Y/N at 4:50 PM

pick me up :) ur car is nicer than mine

And with that, he got his keys and headed out to his car. Soon arriving at your parents house, he watches you wave. “Hey Ky! I missed you!” You say, getting in. “It’s only been a week.” He says and smiles as you hug him. Your hair smelled so pretty, whatever perfume you had made his head feel funny. You two update each other on anything new as he drives to the café. “I never liked her. She was too touchy.” He comments as you tell him about a friend you had recently dropped. Sighing, you nod. “I know…especially since she liked you.” You watch his face scrunch up in disgust. “God no. She’s not my type, I don’t like girls that have no boundaries.” Kyle taps on the steering wheel as he spoke. “Plus, I already like someone else…” he knew he was risking it by saying that. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him. “What? Kyle, why have you not told me anything? Who is she? Do I know her?” Your questions spit out like rapid fire. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head. “You would be surprised. I’m not telling you though.” He says and pulls into a parking spot. You whine and act like a child so that he would give in but this time, he didn’t. “Knowing you, you’ll probably figure it out anyways.”

Now what Kyle didn’t know is that you already knew it was you and that you had always been head over heels for him. Was he going to figure it out? As smart as Kyle is, no. The boy was oblivious to any remark you made about him that had a slight flirtatious tone to it. Sometimes it made you angry that he didn’t notice. Like right now, he was ordering for you and him but he doesn’t even say anything or react when you hold his arm. “Can we get those muffins? The chocolate ones…” you say shyly, pointing them out. Without leaving time for you to even blink, he orders them too. Kyle pays as he usually does and leads you to one of the small tables for two. “Here’s yours.” He says as he hands you your muffin. Nodding in thanks your hands find his, stopping him from opening his own. “Let’s wait till the drinks are done. If they’re ass them we have a little back up.” You joke, making him smile. His dimples creasing into his skin all the while making your head spin. “Also, I figured out who she is.” You say, pulling your hands away just as you feel them start to sweat from nervousness. You watch as Kyle’s face and demeanor turn a bit serious and guarded. “Did you know? Enlighten me.” On the inside, he was freaking out but all his face was showing was skepticism. Just then, his name is called to get the drinks. Sighing and telling you to “hold on”, he walks over.

Your mind was racing as you thought about what to say. Do you say “it’s me” or do you say some other chicks name. Kyle comes back with the drinks and sets them down, not giving you enough time to fully think. “It’s me.” You blurt out, both of you staying motionless. Kyle clears his throat and finally takes a sip of his drink. The taste blooms over his tongue, making him blink a few times. Another minute passes by filled with silence from you two but also the sound of others talking and drinks being made. “Yeah it is.” He admits, looking everywhere but at you. You smile widely and let out a giggle. “Really? I guessed right?” You ask, sipping on your own drink. Kyle nods but stays silent, taking a piece of his muffin and popping it into his mouth. You call out his name and he finally looks up. “Why did it take you this long to tell me. I’ve been waiting for you this whole time.” You say and lean in, kissing his cheek. For a moment, he short circuits and looks at you in bewilderment. “W-what? You mean…wait you mean you knew this whole time?” He watches you nod and giggle more. “And you like me..?” Kyle’s face breaks into a glorious smile and takes your hands in his. “Yeah…since forever. But I also knew because your friends ratted you out two weeks ago. To my understanding, you’ve liked me for years.” Kyle laughs a little and nods. “Of course they did…it’s true though. I remember in 10th grade I realized how much I wanted to kiss you. It was first period and that day you had done a bun and had a few butterfly clips in it. I’ll never forget.” He says and watches you blush as he spoke. “My drink is really good by the way, wanna try?” He asks and pushes his drink to you. You laugh at the way he changed the changed the subject but sipped anyways. “That really is good.” You say and smile at him.

Ditching the café, you two head to the park that was not far from there. The whole time Kyle was listening to you talk about anything and everything. Walking around the park, you two stopped and just stared at each other. “You’re so pretty.” He says and caresses your cheek, making you lean into his touch. “Yeah? You too.” You mumble and cup his cheeks, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss on his soft lips. Kyle smiles at the compliment and this time kisses you fully, making sure you felt everything he was feeling. The kiss made you feel like you were floating in a soft and sweet smelling cloud. Pulling away, he gently kisses your forehead. “David is throwing a party tonight…wanna come with me, baby?” The petname slips out but it felt normal to you both. “Yeah, I’ll go. I’ll stay sober though because you know I don’t really care for frat parties.” You giggle and feel his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Yeah, I know.” He mumbles onto your shoulder. Soon it was time for you both to head home and get ready so he drops you off and drives home. He was absolutely ecstatic about how well things went today. He showers and changes, doing his hair as he normally would. After driving back to your place and going to the party, he stays close to you. He texts you when he’s in front of your house, excited to see you. Kyle stands at your door and smiles when you open it. “Gorgeous…look at my gorgeous girl.” He says and kisses your cheek. Blushing and shaking your head, you hug him. “You look handsome, yourself. Smell good too.” You giggle and get the car with him.

At the party, you two head over to your friend group. “Hey Kyle! I haven’t seen you in a minute!” Jason, a mutual childhood friend, pats him on the back. “Hey man, I know. I’ve been too busy.” He laughs and they get to talking. You went to go get you and him drinks, heading over to the kitchen. “Damn, baby…” you hear a familiar voice say. Turning to face one of Kyle’s friend, you wave a little. “Oh hey, Matt…where’s Norma?” You ask while choosing to ignore the way he ate your body up with his eyes. You knew how Matt was and you also knew Kyle was stupid to still be friends with him. “Who? Yeah, I don’t recall whoever that is.” Matt walks closer to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. “Anyways, you look hot. I don’t think Kyle would mind if I just took a little bite…” he mumbles and leans into you, trying to kiss you. Pushing him away, you shake your head. “Don’t do that. No wonder Norma left you.” You say and grab your cups, starting to walk away before he grabs your arm. “Oh cmon, don’t be like that sweetheart.” Matt says and tries to kiss you again. Before you could turn you head, he does so. Your eyes widen as you feel his hands grip your waist and ass, hearing him groan into the kiss. Your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. Calling Kyle in your mind was all you could think of. You wanted him to save you from these advances. Tears fill your eyes and Matt pulls away, smiling at you. “Oh what? You didn’t like my kiss? I know you did actually, you’re just like the rest of them.” He smacks your ass before walking away, smirking.

You unfroze as you watch him walk away, crying more but staying silent. Practically running, you burst out the front door, breathing hard in panic. All you were saying was Kyle’s name, looking around frantically for his car. “Y/n! Hey why did you- Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong?” You could barely hear what he was saying, your eyes unfocused as he held your face. “I’m here. See? I’m right here, just breath slower for me okay?” His voice slowly filters through your brain and you start to finally calm down, still crying. Kyle just holds you, telling you that he was with you and that he loved you so much. He didn’t know what was wrong but regardless, he wanted you to know that he was there. Through your broken sentences, he gathers what had happened. Kyle’s heart broke, understanding now why you were sobbing in his arms. He decides that you needed him more than that bastard needed his ass beat, taking you to the car. “Let’s go home baby. Your house okay? You’re okay, I’m right here…” he says in a quiet voice, helping you in. Kyle holds your hand as he drives, caressing it as you stop crying. The ride was silent, you just staring out the window while in your own head.

Kyle walks you to your bedroom and stands outside, waiting for you to change. “Kyle..?” You say and pull him inside your room, not wanting to be alone again. “Are you sure? I’ll turn around.” He says and does so, feeling you wrap your arms around him. “No…just help.” You mumble and close your eyes, feeling his gentle hands undress you. Kyle wraps a blanket around you before getting some pajamas for you. Dressing you, he gently kisses your forehead. “Better? Let’s take off the makeup okay?” He says and gently wipes your fresh tears away. Kyle helped you take off your makeup with minimal guidance, then laying you down. He changes his clothes too and lays with you. He always had some extra clothes here just in case, just like when you were little. “I’m sorry…” you mumble into his chest, silently crying again. “Hey, no. This was not your fault…none of this was.” He says and looks into your tear filled eyes. “I don’t care what about happened because I know that you wouldn’t do that to me. Just like how I wouldn’t do that to you. From now on, you’re not going to see that asshole, okay? I’ll make sure of it.” His fingers wipe your tears again before kissing your face all over. “I love you. I know it’s so soon but I really do.” He says, holding you impossibly closer.

His heart ached as you silently nod. “Love you too…” you whisper, sniffing as you finally relax. Though upset, he didn’t let you know how much it hurt to see you like this. “Let’s sleep okay? I’ll skip school tomorrow.” He says and feels you sit up in panic. “Kyle no, you need to study and stuff. This is just me being stupid.” You spoke fast, breathing hard again before feeling his hands being you back down to him. “No baby, I’m staying.” Kyle smiles softly at you and gently caresses your skin. “I want to stay with you.” His voice was now quiet and soft. “Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Watching you nod, he smiles more. The blankets felt more soft than usual to you, making you fall asleep quickly. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears…even when I have my own.” Kyle says quietly as he watches you sleep.

Authors Note: i did change the plot up just a bit because everyone knows how i like to write sad and fluffy stuff. i hope you guys liked it!!

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[fariesoiree]

im sorry but ahh Kyojuro !!!!! he literally has my heart ! he's the sweetest most precious babyy !! can you give us some hc's for modern era Kyojuro x reader who has bpd ? >< it is kinda umm difficult and tricky to write about something like this so its understandable if you ignore this >< but ah thank you for reading this ! and have a good day! <3

hi baby! ik ik i said i was gonna be mia for a few and i still ammm. i have hella hw and exams coming up but this peaked my interest a little bit. i’m gonna approach this w caution bc i do not have bpd but i know someone who does so im gonna do my best based off what ik from her. just know that you’re always safe here. everyone is, no matter what — the bpd i’m referring to is borderline personality disorder so i’m hoping you didn’t mean the other bpd 😭

kyojuro is always and has always been a super, super patient guy. it’s just a part of him that he cannot get rid of at all. you know i think of his as the perfect partner, my little golden boy.

i think that with a partner who has bpd, this is only heightened. he has to be extra patient because you both see the world (and your relationship) differently and he knows you can’t help it. there’s probably extra emphasis on open communication, no matter what. he doesn’t care what the problem is or what the conversation would lead to, communication just has to happen and it has to be thorough. you tell him how you feel and why, he takes it into consideration and responds accordingly. you’re worried he no longer cares? okay, what is making you feel this way? you think mayb this is overwhelming and you’re pulling away? he’s going to talk to you about it.

there’s also very clearly defined boundaries. it’s part of the communication aspect but it’s a whole separate thing entirely. they’re developed in the beginning in your relationship and have grown the longer you’re together and the more experiences you have. he endures your splits, knowing that you probably don’t mean it as harshly as you do but he lets you know he doesn’t appreciate the yelling. he always waits until you’re receptive to his words and holds in tongue until you’re generally calmer. this does nawt include him telling you to calm down. he’d never utter those two words a day in his life. i think he’s more likely to take his separate space away and remove himself from the situation because he has his own feelings too. he can get frustrated as well.

also therapy!!! big emphasis on therapy, but for both of you. you both go and see separate therapists. it’s necessary for both of you, regardless of what personal diagnosis either of you might have. there’s no stigma between you two. you have bpd, that’s just who you are. so what? it doesn’t define you in any way shape or form and means nothing until you, personally, decides it does. so you both go and work through your issues separately and uphold the whole privacy thing. there’s no at home conversations unless that person wants to share their own information.

i mean, the relationship is pretty normal. you still joke, you still kiss and cuddle and have intimacy the way everyone else does. he’ll still wake up in the early mornings and make breakfast, awakening you to the smell of bacon cooking in the frying pan. he’ll still shower you in gifts and constantly reassure his love and adoration. he’ll still treat you as though you’ve crafted his world by hand. i see him as being this soothing place of comfort. he doesn’t judge you and instead, validates your emotions. you’re allowed to feel however you feel. he just hopes you hear him out too.

oh oh oh! and he takes things very very slow. he knows you can get kinda . . . wrapped up??? in the feeling of love. not necessarily obsessive but he’s aware that you want to dwell in that emotion for as long as you can. he doesn’t want you to do things you otherwise wouldn’t have or even rush before reallyyyyy processing what’s happening to he takes it very slow. it’s agreed upon by both parties and he upholds that. if he says he’s going to do something, he’s going to do it. so yeah, that generally mean limiting coupley things you do before the time that you’re officially a couple. no sex or very little sex until you’re together together. until you’ve gotten each other locked DOWN.

idk, i hope this is what you wanted??? you’re right it is a very delicate topic and i’m doing my very best to tread lightly so pleaseeeee let me know if anything i said was incorrect or stigmatizing or contributing to negativity in any way. i’m always open to learn!

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[promptthebear]

Hi sorry, I don’t rlly know how to request but I hope this makes a bit sense > _ < 👍

🧺Arthur Fleck Joker - Something about Easter, what they would do and would they do hide and seek? Idk surprise us! :3 🙌

Happy Easter too! ✨ 🪺

💐Celebrating Easter with Arthur Fleck 💐

CW: Child abuse, parental neglect, food insecurity.

First off, I can’t imagine that Arthur really celebrated a lot of holidays growing up.

He probably had the typical crafts and class parties at school, which he enjoyed very much, but what would happen at home was kind of a toss up.

If Penny was lucid, and they had the money, I can see her being the type to go all out. Most food bank programs offer special meals or food related to those meals around the holidays. Penny would absolutely take full advantage of that, and do either a turkey or ham dinner with all the fixings.

Arthur remembers these moments fondly, sitting on the couch with a full belly and maybe watching a church service or something on TV while he and his Mom decorate eggs. Having food for days after between the dinner leftovers and the eggs, which for Arthur meant eating like a king at least for awhile.

However, if Penny was having an episode or worse if they were staying with one of her so called “boyfriends?”

Well, in those cases Arthur was lucky if the day passed without ceremony like any other.

Depending on the conditions of their place, Easter could mean he got one less beating on account of the holiday and the closest thing he’d get to dinner was dry crackers and a juice box that he managed to scrounge up from the cupboards, if that.

Arthur doesn’t like thinking about those times too much. It’s just another reminder of all the happiness he missed out on and is desperately trying to bring back into his life.

After meeting and having a relationship with you, he’d probably mention all of this at one point or another when the holidays start coming around.

Even if he’s still living with Penny, or if you have your own place, you’d probably go all out to compensate for his childhood.

You’d probably go as far as to plan an itinerary and a menu, which both confuses and delights Arthur.

Him??? You’re really doing all this for him??? But it’s too much trouble, too much work, at least let him help with the-

Shush baby boy, just relax and let your partner spoil you.

First on the agenda? Special Easter breakfast.

Whether you stay over from Saturday or come early Sunday morning, Arthur is woken up by the smell of pancakes and bacon.

As far as I’m concerned, Easter breakfast is almost as important as Christmas. Especially if you come from a Catholic family and were fasting for lent like mine did sometimes.

Arthur isn’t even off of his sofa bed before you’re putting a heaping plate in his lap.

For a moment, he’d be too stunned to speak. You’d really outdone yourself.

First off, there’s a whole pile of bacon, still steaming hot and cooked to a crisp just how he likes.

“You eat every bite of that, or else.”

It’s not a real threat because you give him a gentle poke in the ribs when you say it. Arthur knows you’re doing it because you care and want him to have a decent meal for once.

Next are the pancakes. Oh my god, the pancakes.

These aren’t your garden variety, maple syrup and butter kind of pancakes.

Like yes, you’ve included those things, but also you’ve gone the extra mile and added in fresh fruit and chocolate chips and even tried to make some into fun shapes.

There’s an “A” shaped one, as well as a bunny with a blueberry eyes and a strawberry nose, and best of all, a clown with banana slice and chocolate chip eyes, a raspberry nose, jam mouth and whipped cream hair.

They’re so pretty Arthur almost doesn’t want to eat them, but does in the end because he doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t appreciate it.

Of course, know you’re getting a kiss between each and every bite.

It’s while he’s eating that Arthur also notices the colourful eggs that are stashed around the apartment. He’d look over at you, eyes sparkling with delight and give you a big grin.

“Are we gonna do an egg hunt???”

He can’t remember the last time he’s done an egg hunt, if ever. Even on the good Easters, usually all they did was dye some eggs to eat later since Penny was usually too sick or didn’t have the extra money to commit to an egg hunt.

You’d smile back, and lean down to give Arthur a kiss on the forehead. “Mmm-hmmm, though don’t get too excited. There’s no chocolate in these ones but they’ll lead you to your next surprise”

It’s all Arthur can to do wolf down the last off his food before he’s off like a shot, tearing around the apartment like he’s setting an Olympic record for egg finding.

You love seeing him like this and the way the childlike wonder takes years off his expression and posture. This is Arthur at his most authentic and you want to cherish every second.

You tried to be as creative as possible when hiding the eggs, even in such a small place. There’s six of them in total and Arthur finds them all in about twenty minutes.

Like you said, the eggs don’t contain chocolate but instead are plastic shells that pop open with something inside.

Arthur would spread the contents out on the coffee table and discover that it’s basically a picture puzzle with the pieces cut into horizontal strips.

Immediately, he’s all business. He’d hunch over the coffee table and light a cigarette, his expression one of intense focus.

When you try to help or give him hints, he waves you off, determined to solve this by himself and make the most of your hard work.

So of course, you oblige him. If you’re in the apartment he shares with Penny you’d probably check in on her and make sure she has something to eat, explaining that you and Arthur will be going out for the day.

If it’s a place you and Arthur share by yourselves, then you’d start cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen while he works at the puzzle.

For once the two of you have the chance to bask in peaceful, domestic silence. While you’re excited to do all the activities you planned with Arthur, you know this is what the holidays are really about. Having these quiet moments together where you can just take it slow and not worry about what’s coming next or where you need to be.

You’d just be putting the last of the dishes away when there’s an excited cry from the living room.

You’d poke your head in through the kitchen door to find Arthur, grinning triumphantly around his cigarette with the completed puzzle on the coffee table.

The picture it makes is of Gotham Central Park, specifically the front entrance.

You’d come over to Arthur and lean down to give him another kiss on the forehead.

“Good job babe, you did that so fast! How’d I get lucky enough to get someone who’s handsome and smart?”

Arthur would sit on the couch for a moment, eyes closed and basking in the praise like a cat in a sunbeam.

When he opens his eyes a few seconds later, he’d stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and ask “Are we going right now?”

The way he says it is like a kid asking about Disney world, a little breathless and like he can’t quite bring himself to believe it.

That breaks your heart a little, in spite of the glow in the pit of your stomach.

It’s just a trip to the park. You’ve done it a million times or more with your family over the years, but once again this gives you a glimpse of the kind of life Arthur has had until you came along. Things haven’t been easy for him, and so he takes nothing good for granted, no matter how small.

You’d smile at Arthur and reach down to caress the side of his face with your hand

“Yeah, if you get ready in the next fifteen minutes we could probably make the 9:30 train”

Arthur would all but leap off the couch, grinning wide and with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Before you can react, he’s scooped you up into a massive bear hug that lifts your feet clean off the floor.

He’s squeezing you so tight it hurts a little, but you don’t mind. You squeeze back just as hard.

“Thank you so much for doing this” he’d murmur in your ear “I love you so much”

He’d punctuate that statement with a long, deep kiss where he almost leans you into a dip. He’d taste like smoke with a hint of maple syrup, which makes the warmth in your gut blossom and spread in a pleasant tingle across your body.

When the kiss breaks off you’re flushed, panting and unable to say anything more than a half mumbled “you’re welcome”

#arthur fleck x reader #Arthur Fleck x you #Arthur Fleck #The Joker 2019 #easter askbox event #A week after Easter is still soonish enough for this right? #Also sorry it's so short I would've done more but the new Tumblr character post limit made that impossible

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Shadow Creature Graves and Captain Price

Price’s reaction to finding out how old Graves really is! Maybe with an explanation of Graves knowing he’s immortal and how he’s “tried to die” before

-Captain

this was so fun to write genuinely :3c warnings - graves talks about someone hurting him, not graphically but idk it's there and general talks of death (obv)

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It wasn’t a surprise to wake up early in the morning with the sun just barely rising. It was a part of Price’s job and he expected nothing less. There was a new addition to his routine that he’s been trying to adjust to, which was Graves. Though, the creature was nowhere to be found in the room. With a groan, Price got out of bed, as per usual, and did his morning routine that he has done for the many years. Make his bed, use the bathroom, brush his teeth, get dressed, exercise, shower, change out and go into his room for some downtime.

When Price got back to his room after finishing his cool down stretches, he was welcomed by the smell of savory food and his beloved little shadow creature eating a bowl of greens and vegetables whilst sitting on his bed. In front of Graves was a tray full of plates of sausages, eggs, bacon, and a cup of black tea.

Graves perked up, “oh, you’re back.”

“Good morning,” Price replied, placing the cup on the drawer and sat on the opposite end of Graves.

“I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but you already got out when I came back,” Graves said as he forked some lettuce in his salad.

“Should really get better at time management,” Price said playfully, grabbing his own plate and eating.

Graves pouted, “not my fault that I don’t keep track of time. It all becomes a blur when you get older.”

“Speaking of getting older, Soap’s birthday is next week.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, didn’t really notice until I checked my calender.”

Graves hummed, “how old is gonna be now?”

Price shrugged, “don’t know. I don’t really care to know as long as he’s still alive and breathing. Thinking about what kind of gift I’d give him.”

“I’m sure if you gave him a party popper he’d be delighted.”

“Maybe.”

There was a comfortable silence as utensils collided with their dishes. Price bite off a piece of slightly cold sausage before a question spawned in his mind.

“Now that we’re on the topic, how old are you?”

Graves laughed before answering, “I don’t know,”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know my age,” Graves shrugged. “Contrary to popular belief, we immortals don’t count the years on how old we are. Just know that I am older than you are. Much older.”

“Well, if you had to estimate what would be your number?”

“I don’t know, probably a couple centuries.”

“And you call me old,” Price joked before he took a bite out of his food.

Graves made a nonchalant gesture with his hands. “I just follow the script of what everyone else says,” he said with a smile.

“Immorality.”

“Yes?”

“What’s it like?”

There was a pause in Graves’ physical language. Then his eyes lowered down to his platter as if the vegetables were telling him something, digging deep into the history book of his mind. Price could feel the shift of the atmosphere in the air, silently hoping that he didn’t accidentally push a button he wasn’t supposed to. The last thing he needed was to worry about Graves when he had to go work in less than an hour.

“Paradise for humans is usually to live forever, but many don’t realize how double-edged the sword is,” Graves started. “Immortality is very traumatizing.”

“What’s your earliest memories?”

Graves placed down his platter on the tray, his hand brushing over his lips as his eyes drew themselves in a concentrated manner. There were a few beats of silence before Graves slightly perked up again.

“I remember being in a forest.”

Another beat of silence.

��Then I remember running away from a man. I don’t remember who he was or what he looks like but I remember— I remember I was running away because he knew what I was,” Graves’ turned his head slightly so his hand could lightly brush over the scar on his face.

Price intently watched Graves. The eyes of the creature in front of him looked so similar to ancient stars. Aged and refined with hints of eyebags and wrinkles around the end of the corners, but still beautiful as the day he had found them. Price studied him, wishing that deep down, he could capture this moment of how Graves looked despite the inappropriate topic that clashed the adoration of feelings.

“I got caught,” Graves said, lost in thought. Maybe a trance of looking through his memory. Price could only guess. Graves didn’t look smokey, but there was something hidden underneath that felt like there were chains and locks on it, keeping him out.

Graves’ hand then lowered down to his neck as he recalled events, “he tried to hang me. Tied me to a tree and left me there for a while. I don’t remember much, just remember that I hated the feeling of not being able to breathe and that it hurt like a bitch.”

Price could see scarring on his neck, something that was always covered by hoodies or his gear.

“And when he came back and realized that I was still alive, he made the noose tighter.” Graves tore himself away from the memory, blinking a couple of times before he shook his head lightly and smiled, “then Maurie found me and she was horrified. I mean, like, I don’t blame her, especially if there was this small kid just suffocating choking from a rope tied around his neck,” he forced a laugh.

“You’ve mentioned Maurie before,” Price said.

“I have?”

“Mhm. Talked about her briefly once.”

Graves hummed, “she taught me how to be human. I don’t know why she took me in or why she wanted to help me because she definitely knew what I was but she taught me how to pretend to be human. I vaguely remember she was worried about the bleeding from how bad the noose rubbed my skin raw, and how it might become infected.”

“Maybe because you were just a kid.”

“I was only what creature equivalent to human 12 year olds are.”

“You were still a kid.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“What did you do after she passed?”

Graves looked to the side, his hand reaching to his lips as his brows lowered. There was a moment of silence before he spoke, “I don’t exactly remember. I just remember it had something to do with water, found out I was immune to both suffocation and drowning.”

“Are you immune—”

“Yes.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. Tried everything whether by choice or not.”

Price paused, his platter of food on his lap felt out of place as Graves maintained eye contact, “by choice?”

“There’s not a lot to live for when you’ve already lived for everything,” Graves said calmly. “Don’t take it personal, Captain.”

Price felt estranged from Graves. The conversation he treated like it was simple everyday talk while Price was still wrapping his head around the many possible ways that Graves may have try to die. There were many ways that Price has seen people die, shootings, stabs, blood loss, suffocation, decapitation, burning, many more. It only brought more questions to his mind, especially if Graves knew many more than him.

“Did they hurt?” Price asked.

“Of course they did,” Graves shivered. “Broken bones, mangled limbs, severe burns, even having your head chopped off. Everything always hurts when you’re constantly conscious. Never gets any easier, just grows more familiar.”

“I’m sorry you have to—”

“Don’t.”

Price closed his mouth. He had already dug deep within Graves’ feelings and vulnerability. He knew he shouldn’t pry no matter how curious he was on the inside. The conversation landed on silence as Price continued eating as much as he could before he had to attend to his duties. Graves wasn’t upset, but rather looked calmer. Before the captain had to leave, he gave his creature a forehead kiss before leaving the room.

#call of duty #modern warfare #phillip graves #john price #shadow creature graves #shadow creature au #captain bites writes #graves x price #price x graves

[bubblegumfrosting]

Hunted pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: Will Dean warm up to you or continue seeing you as a monster?

Warnings: Pain, wound description, pus, mentions of drinking blood, getting undressed, swearing, mentions of attempted SA, mentions of murder

A/n: AHHH I hope you liked this part!!! There is probably going to be one or two more after this one ;)

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

The smell of bacon and eggs lulled you awake. You can’t remember the last time you ate a home cooked meal. When you were small you’d beg your mom to make French toast every morning, of course she didn’t but when she did it was always special.

You slowly pulled yourself from out of the warm covers and onto the smooth concrete floor. While using the night stand as a crutch you examined your bandaged foot. There was a sickly yellow color seeping through the white fabric.

You sat back down onto the bed not wanting to leave the room in fear you’d over stay your welcome. Something caught your eye though, the once shut door was slightly open just how you asked Dean to do last night.

The gesture made you smile, although it was such a small act of empathy, it was the first act of compassion you’ve been shown since you turned.

Foot steps approaching the door pulled you out of your thoughts and made your heart quicken, thankfully it was Sam.

“Hey, uh I’m here to check the bandages. And I brought you breakfast.”, he awkwardly shifted towards you which caused you to flinch out of habit. “Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”, he set the plate of food on the bedside table and slowly went down on his right knee and gestured you to place the injured foot on his left knee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flinch..”, you whispered and placed your foot for him to examine.

“You’re okay, you’ve had a rough couple of days.”, Sam said giving you a reassuring smile. The way the man looked at you was gentle as if he was afraid to break you. You were used to being treated as a threat so his caring nature felt foreign.

Sam slowly undid the bandages making sure he didn’t hurt you. Once the cut was exposed pus oozed out causing you to clench your jaw due to the pain.

“It’s infected..”, Sam grimaced and reached into the lower draw of the nightstand pulling out a new roll of bandages. “I thought vampires regenerated?”, Sam questioned as he wrapped your foot.

“They do, I don’t have that ability though.”, you replied. Sam nodded softly understanding your situation, “Why are you helping me?”.

“I know what it’s like to feel like a monster.”, Sam said solemnly.

You were shocked, how could a hunter possibly feel like the thing they hunted?

“What do you mean?”, Sam finished wrapping your foot and proceeded to sit next to you.

“I sorta started the apocalypse and was addicted to drinking demon blood.”.

“Wow..that’s um something.”, you fiddled with your fingers and Sam chuckled at your reaction.

“Once your foot feels better you can leave this room if you want.”, he got up and you did the same just slower.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Your brother doesn’t seem to want me here..”.

“Yeah well he has his issues, he’s probably just upset because you took over his room.”, Sam said nonchalantly.

This was Dean’s room? You can’t explain why but you felt your cheeks warm up. The thought of sleeping in his bed made your heart quicken. You internally cursed at yourself, having a thing for a hunter is definitely not a smart idea, plus he wants you dead…but you couldn’t deny it, he was cute.

“Uh, I was wondering if I could take a shower?”, you were embarrassed to ask but you felt dirty and couldn’t stand it.

“Yeah sure, bathroom is down the hall. Towels should be in there.”, he started to leave but turned back, “I uh can get your stuff from your motel if you want?”.

“That would be amazing, thank you so much!”, he nodded his head with a smile and left.

After you finished the plate of food Sam brought, you headed down the hall to where he said the bathroom was.

Once you found it you were surprised to see how large the bathroom was. It almost had a locker room feel to it.

Before undressing you made sure to close the door. When you took of your clothes they basically fell off by themselves. Most of them were in shambles, definitely unwearable. You ignored the bruises and scabs on your knees from the night of the attack and stepped into the shower.

The much needed shower felt amazing, the water cleaned away the dirt and grime from your body. Afterwards you felt refreshed and much more awake. You grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around your body.

You quickly scurried back to Dean’s room as your wet feet made slapping sounds against the smooth ground. You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom but when you returned to the room Sam had already retrieved your belongings.

You dried off and put on your favorite shirt and sweatpants, although your hair was still dripping down your back, this was best you’ve felt in awhile.

You used this moment as an opportunity to try and make amends with Dean. You made your way down the hall way, opposite direction of the bathroom, and eventuality found a room with a high ceiling and a table with chairs surrounding it.

In one of the chairs there he sat, Dean. He was too busy reading a book whose title was in some ancient language to notice your presence.

“De-Dean?”, he looked up at you and gave a pissed off look than returned back to his book.

“So you get to know my name but I don’t get to know yours?”, his words laced with poison.

You inched closer to the table and he didn’t seem to care so you took a chair and sat in front of him.

“If you wanted to know my name, you could just ask..”, you brought your knees to your chest and stared at him. You were completely in awe of his looks.

“Just because I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t feel your gaze.”, you got embarrassed and looked away.

“Sorry.”, you paused, “Y/n by the way.”.

“What?”, he said and placed the book down to meet your eyes.

“My name, it’s Y/n.”, you gave him a smile hoping he is warming up to you.

“Well, Y/n, when are planning on leaving?”, he obviously wasn’t warming up to you.

Instead of answering his question you took his book and flipped it upside down, “Hm, I’m not sure if I’m reading this the wrong way or if it’s in a different language.”.

Dean snatched it back trying to suppress a laugh, “It’s enochian, the language used by angels.”.

“Angels? So if you’re reading it does that mean you’re an angel?”, you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence came from. You were perhaps delirious due to the pain form your foot.

“No. Although I’d fit the part perfectly, I’m not. My friend Cas is though.”, you laughed at him but when he just started back in a serious manner you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Wait..you know an “angel” and his name is “Cas””, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes. Now if you’re just going to sit here and annoy me than I’m going to leave.”, Dean got up and walked up the stairs.

“Nice talk..”, you said under your breath.

The rest of the day you explored the bunker, it was huge and there were many rooms. You eventually circled back to the table room and decided to go back to Dean’s room.

When you entered you were startled by Dean sitting at his desk, “Oh, I’m sorry.”, you awkwardly made your way to the bed but he didn’t pay you any mind. “Could I sleep here?”.

“Sure, I’ll be working on decoding this tablet.”, he said coldly.

You slipped under the covers and were greeted with the familiar scent of whiskey and cheap cologne. Dean’s presence was calming, although he hated your guts you felt safe with him.

You drifted off into a restless sleep. You were back in the alley way, the man had you on your knees and he looked down at you with a sickening smile.

“Please no!”, you screamed.

“You deserve this you dirty fucking monster.”, he started to unbuttoned his pants like he did that night.

You blacked out again but when you woke up it wasn’t him that was dead, it was your family.

“NO! No god no oh my god..”, you were crying and kicking in your sleep. You kept screaming for your parents and repeating that it was all your fault.

Dean shook you awake, “Hey! Y/n! Wake up!”, you jolted up and looked at Dean who was in shock.

Before you or him could grasp the situation you fell into his arms and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. The hug was awkward at first but he basically melted into you after a minute.

“You’re okay, I promise.”, he whispered.

It was at this moment Dean realized how human you were. You were broken and scared like how he was when he was a kid. His heart ached remembering everything you went though and the things he said to you.

“Am I.”, you croaked, “Really a monster?”.

“No no, I’m so sorry Y/n.”, he held you closer to him wanting to shield you from the world.

That night you told Dean everything as he held onto you, he shared what him and Sam went through. Both of your lives seemed pretty fucked.

I’m just a few hours you felt closer to Dean than anyone else you’ve met. For so long you both felt alone and you were both desperate for comfort.

“You can stay here as long as you need.”, you pulled back and looked at Dean.

“Really?”, you sniffed.

“Really.”.

A/n: sorry if this may have felt rushed, I kinda wanted to emphasize how desperate both Dean and Y/n are for a sense of comfort and found it in each other.

#dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural one shot #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural x y/n #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #Dean #dean winchester x you #Dean Winchester/you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester/reader #Dean Winchester angst #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #dean/reader #Dean x reader #dean/you

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twenty five - witness statement

frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, torture all that fun stuff, tiny mention of franks family stuff and a small illusion to sexy times.

a/n: oh my goddddd this series is simultaneously the best and worst thing happening to me. this chapter was originally so short, but i added heaps to the end and now that extra part i wrote in like 20 minutes is one of my favourites. as always i love you bitches so much. i think there’s only one chapter left. maybe an epilogue because i don’t want to blue ball you all. i can’t. this note is already too long and i’ve made you wait long enough. bye bye for now!

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You know what a bad week is like.

Looking at your life in terms of numbers, something you used to try and do the first time you were locked up, you’ve had your fair share of them. It helped you count the days, keep track of how much time had passed. You’d look at it in weeks, seven days each— evaluating them, adding another scratch on the wall to keep count. A bad week would be lots of time drugged up, covered in blood, doing things you don’t think you can stomach to remember, and then passing out from exhaustion.

A good week to you used to be being left alone. Sleeping, getting food in a bowl and not slid across the floor. A warm day, one where you weren’t shivering to the point of pain. These past few weeks, though— they made you think that nearly every single week before this had been bad, because nothing could compare to this.

You could wake up whenever you wanted, a safety net of Frank Castle wrapped over and between you. You know he wakes up early, but he waits for you. Just sits there, holding you tight, waiting until whatever hour your eyes flutter open, just so you don’t have to wake up alone. When you finally regain consciousness out of the deepest sleeps of your life, you feel the warmth of the sun on your face. It streams in through the window, washing the room in a dull orange glow, and when you roll over it paints him in it too.

You allow yourself the freedom to indulge every instinct. He does, too. You spend hours there— wrapped in sheets, sometimes slow and searching, other times hard and rough, feeding parts of each other no one else seems to satisfy. He’s practically got you on lock, able to keep you on the edge for what feels like an eternity if he wants, but he always yields in the end. You learn him too, never looking away shyly, making sure he knows just how badly you want to look. You’d probably never leave that bed if you didn’t have to; happy to starve and fade away in his strong arms, the pleasure flooding your body far too tempting to be broken up by things as simple as food or water.

Eventually you get up, and you don’t care about the time. He cooks, and you watch. You try a few times, fucking up so many eggs that he has to go and buy more after one day. You settle on cleaning up if he makes sure the food is edible, and it’s sort of incredible how good he is at it. The smell of bacon quickly becomes a favourite, shaking off that final lull of sleep and post-sex haze.

You call your brother. A different phone every day, but you can hear his voice. He’s happy, safe, and making friends with the kids he’s staying with. You learn the mothers name— the one who was tortured by the Colonel— is Corinne. She talks to you, too. She is everything Sam needs, and tells you how well he’s doing. How much she cares for him, and how she owes you her children’s lives. Her husbands life.

You talk to the Doctor— who also has a name, Zaed. He is kind, and speaks softer than his wife. He tells you he will never be able to repay you and Frank for his life— but he already is. Keeping your brother safe is all you wanted, and he’s doing it.

Sam speaks broken Russian into the phone, with a horrible accent, but he’s learning. He sounds so happy there— a careless happiness you’d never be able to offer him if he was with you. He has to start school, and says he’s nervous, but he’s in the same grade as his best friend, Corinne and Zaed’s kid, Nikolai. You remember his face, how you thought for just a second that he was your brother when you and Frank broke into the sewerage system.

“They said the bus comes to my house and then drops me home! And, on Friday’s they serve pizza!” He told you, and you laugh at how he goes on to recite the rest of the school menu. You haven’t spoken to him since yesterday—his first day, but Corinne said he was so excited that when he came home he immediately fell asleep on the couch.

You can’t go out a whole lot, still playing it safe, but there’s no where you’d rather be. You and Frank spend your days like you had since you met each other— together. Even things you shouldn’t enjoy, like washing dishes or cleaning out the fridge that hadn’t been opened in three months feel good with him. You learn that he reads a lot, admittedly very slowly. You don’t understand how he can spend so much time in one book, absorbing every word and sentence like a sponge. You read how you watch movies— quickly, all at once, needing to know the ending right away.

You want to never leave this place. It seems he has that effect on you. Cementing you to wherever he is, just by hanging around. The trial sneaks up on you, and all the time in the world wouldn’t prepare you for it, but it comes anyways. Frank calls Matt the morning of, making sure everything is squared away. You talk to him too, spending three hours on speaker with him, planning for every possible defence and going over your statements to make sure he has everything he needs. The first few days are boring— long speeches against and for the states defense, along with a multitude of images from crime scenes. On about the fourth day, Matthew calls again, letting you know he’s presenting your evidence next.

Frank watches you like a hawk when it comes to the day, waiting for you to show some kind of sign to what your feeling, but you just sit in front of the TV, head in his lap, waiting for his face to pop up on the screen.

“The trial of the infamous crime boss Robert Gnucci is just minutes away from commencing its fifth and final day, and reports say the State have finalised their investigation and are ready to proceed. The lesser known firm Nelson & Murdock will also be providing statements today, representing an anonymous witness who corroborates the Gnucci’s ties to a multitude of assassinations, assaults, drug rings and extortion around the country. If so, this trial could be the end to New Yorks latest string of organised crime.” The presenter recites, and you close your eyes, focusing on the way Franks hand threads lightly through your hair. “We are now going live to the trial of the century, where lead FBI agent Dinah Madani’s representative Matthew Murdock will present the case against.”

“We don’t have to watch it.” Frank says, his hand still moving through your hair.

“Yeah, we do.”

“Why? Results will be the same at the end. Besides, the jury can take hours. Days.” You turn on your back, looking straight up at him.

“But this is the one that matters, right? This is my stuff— the things I said. I want to hear what the judge says. What… what people say about it.”

“About you.” He reads your mind, and you roll your eyes. “Fuck what they think.”

“Didn’t you care? When all this was happening to you— you didn’t care what people said about you?” He sighs, tugging on your shirt making you sit up. When you shuffle enough, he hooks his arms under you and pulls you into his lap, letting your head rest against his chest.

“This was different for me. I did what I did because I wanted to. I needed to… I needed them dead. It was a choice I made, and at the time nothing else mattered but killing them.” You keep looking at the TV, where Dinah is sitting on the stand, being sworn in. “I knew what people said, the shit they called me. I even read about myself— they put my face in all the papers. I couldn’t avoid it.”

“That didn’t eat at you?”

“I wasn’t in my head. Maybe if it was now, it might of stayed with me. But no, I didn’t give a fuck what people thought.” You nod, burying yourself closer to him. “You shouldn’t either. People will say all kinds of shit for the next few months, but it blows over. It always does. They’ll get some new Avenger, or another gang, and people won’t remember what they were so worried about. People don’t even recognise me anymore.”

“I know you’re right.” You turn your head straight to watch the TV again. “Still. I want to watch.”

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It goes for hours. Frank listens to Murdock talk for hours on end, so much that he thinks his ears will bleed next time he picks up the phone. There’s case after case, body and body. It’s almost never ending, but you watch the whole thing. Franks not sure if you even blink.

He expects some kind of reaction, seeing the photos of bodies and hearing what Bobby’s lawyers were saying about you. About what you did. Their whole angle was that you acted alone, and that you did what you did because you wanted to. Out of loyalty. It made him even more convinced he should of just killed him where he stood.

Then it’s Murdocks turn, and when it hits 2pm he’s still talking. Frank gets up and leaves you on the couch, figuring it’s been hours since you’d eaten something. He also isn’t sure he could sit and listen to anyone else talk about you like they know you. At least Murdock seemed like he was winning something.

“Frank! It’s over.” You call from the couch, and Frank abandons whatever he was about to make. “They said the jury’s going to decide.”

“Might be days from now. Come eat something.” He encourages.

When you finally drag yourself off the couch and come over to the table, Frank shoves a sandwich in your direction before answering the buzzing phone on the table.

“Yeah?” Your head perks up, eyes wide with hope when he hands the phone to you. “Corinne.”

He watches you talk, pacing up and down the small expanse of the kitchen. You ask about Sam, who’s at school, and he hears something about a soccer team he wants to join. You nearly cry, but hide it well in your voice. Corinne must start asking about the trial because you tell her you’ve been watching all day, but you haven’t heard anything. You look up at him when the call ends, and he can tell it’s not just today that hangs heavy on your shoulders.

“He okay?” Frank asks when you chuck the phone on the counter and run your hands through your hair.

“Amazing. apparently. Wants to play soccer.” You laugh dryly. “I’m such an asshole. I should be happy he’s happy, but all I can think of is how in a months time I’ll rip him away from whatever life he’s made up there.”

“He wants to be with you— where you are. He’ll be okay.”

“No. He… he wants to see me, but he doesn’t want to come back here.” Frank leans forward, dipping his head to look at you.

“He said that?”

“It’s more what he isn’t saying. He wants me to— us to come visit.” You sigh, and shake your head. “I’m not… I’m not his mother. I can’t take him away from that, from that safety net. He’s in school— making friends. He has a life there. A good one, one I didn’t think he’d get a shot at. And the longer I leave him there, the worse it will be when I take him away.”

“Kids are resilient.” Frank offers, and your shoulders slump.

“I don’t want him to have to be. He’s been through enough. I was worried he’d be all kinds of fucked up but he sounds so…happy. Would I really be doing the right thing if I took him back?” Frank has no idea what you’re trying to tell him, and the last thing he would do is tell you what to do with your own brother. Hell, he even likes the kid. “Corinne said… she said that she’d look after him.”

“What?” Frank moves around the table, reaching out for your hand.

“I don’t know how to raise a kid. I don’t even know if I can; but I know I want him to be happy. And safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You know that’s all I wanted for him, right?”

“Of course. I know, and you got him out. He is.” He tucks you to his chest, moving to stand between your legs and hold you closer.

“Yeah, he is. He’s happy and safe and playing fucking soccer—“ You choke on a sob, and Franks hands fist in your hair. Like if he tries, he could pull you so close and take it all away. Fix it for you. “I can’t fuck this up for him. I can’t. He can’t come back here.”

“Shh. Shh, you’re okay.” He holds your face, thumbs gently swiping away your tears. “You’re okay.”

“She said he could stay.” Your voice is so small, Frank feels his chest crack at the sound. “Am I selfish if I let him? I… I don’t know how— I’m not his mom. I’m not. I can’t be my mom—“

“Hey. Look at me.” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, but you look. “You are not selfish, and you aren’t his mom.”

“I should act like it though, shouldn’t I? It’s my fault that he—“

“No, it isn’t. I would hate for my kids to of taken that shit on if I wasn’t there for them. You got him out, and kept him safe. All that shit you did? It was worth it. It was fucking worth it. He’s out. And you were always going to figure something out for him, because you’re not selfish.” Your eyes were shut, still blinking out tears. “I’m not gonna lie and say I wouldn’t love to have the kid here. He makes you happy, and he grew on me a little.”

“Really?” You open your eyes, eyebrows knitted together.

“Course he did. But raisin’ a kid— that is a full time gig, and it’s not one you signed up for. My life isn’t one I’d wish on anyone, and especially not for a kid like him.” He feels the wet stain of your tears on his hands, and he bends down to kiss them away. “Baby if you gotta go to him, I understand. My life won’t get less complicated. Yours could.”

“It won’t.” You say, voice strained and feather soft. “And I don’t want it to. If my life being complicated means you’re still in it, I wouldn’t change a thing. I know what I am now. Who I am. And I know I’m not what he needs.”

“You’re family. Nothin’ changes that.” Nodding, your bright red eyes stare up at him, and Frank knows his heart still works, that it’s still beating in his chest but when you look at him like that he swears it isn’t there for a second. “Whatever you choose, I’m with you.”

“Mhmm.” You say, and Frank thinks you’ll keep talking but instead you just kiss him, shutting yourself up. Franks happy to give you the distraction, calming your breathing by taking control, hands cupping your face with a newfound strength, anchoring you both to each other.

He thinks he could spend an eternity here— your mouth was addictive. Constantly surprising him, he could never pick how you would kiss him back. Sometimes it was messy and desperate, teeth and tongue fighting each other, and you’d match him with a strength only you could push him back with. Other times, like now, it was something more. Way more than he deserved, and more than he thought he was capable of giving someone. Full of something golden— something that turned his blood red hot and surging through his veins.

He knew what it was, but up until a few weeks ago he didn’t have the balls to admit it. He knew it was love, probably way earlier than he should of, but all that mattered was he knew it now, and he’d chase it to the ends of the god damn world if he had to.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you pulled away, tears now dry on your face. Frank looked at it, seeing it wasn’t Murdock calling, but the other guy he worked with.

“Why’s Foggy calling?” You looked up at Frank after grabbing the phone, and Franks stomach dropped.

You answered the phone, listening intently, never taking your eyes off him.

“What are you saying?” You said after a while, sliding out from in front of Frank to start pacing around the table. “What?!”

“What’s he saying?” Frank follows after you but you wave him off, still trying to listen to the rambling on the other end of the line. Even Frank can hear how much he’s talking, even if he can’t decipher a word of it.

“I… okay. Thanks. Tell— yeah. Okay.” Your voice is small, and Frank stops your pacing with his hands, holding your shoulders as he pulls the phone from your ear. Your eyes are wide, staring up at him, showing nothing of what you just heard.

“Tell me what happened.” Frank says into the phone, his voice trained and hard.

“They… Frank, they found him not guilty. Bobby is free.”

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“Stop stalling. Do your fucking job.” You hear Frank in the other room, probably yelling at Matt. You don’t have the heart or the energy to tell him to calm down, and you just try to tune it out to focus on your own phone call.

“You are still there?” Corinne says through the line, snapping your attention back to her.

“Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?” You try your best to keep your voice high, but she seems to read right through it.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know if I should call… I just wish there was something I could do for you.” You can tell why Sam likes her so much.

“Trust me, you are doing more than enough.” You shut the door as Frank starts to talk louder, wanting to distract yourself. “How is he?”

“He’s a little angel. I’m watching him right now, kicking around the ball in the backyard. Him and Nikolai never leave each others side.” If you close your eyes, you can nearly see it. “They’ve been good for each other. I didn’t think either of them would settle so quickly, given… well, you know. But, they seem to have bonded.”

“Hm.” She speaks with such warmth— an open heartedness that you think only comes with being a mother. “I’m glad.”

“You are welcome here anytime, you know. The police said you could come, if you needed to leave the city. We have had no problems, no questions— like nothing had ever happened.” Frank opens the door softly, poking his head in. “If you would feel safer here…”

“Thank you, Corinne. Really. I… I would love that, but I can’t leave Fr— here. I can’t leave everything like it is.” You think if you could see her, she would be giving you a knowing smile.

“Of course.”

“I thought about what you said.” Frank closes the door behind him, walking over to you and sliding his hands around your stomach. “About having Sam stay.”

“You don’t think about that right now. You have to sort out you— please. Don’t worry. He is safe, and happy. The future will come as it is meant to.” Franks head rests on your shoulder, warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. “I will call you later, yes? The boys are hungry and I am worried they’ll eat through my drywall if I don’t feed them.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” Laughing, you feel at least a small weight rise of your chest. “Thank you.”

“Take care of yourselves.” Before you can figure out how she knew Frank was listening, the phone goes dead.

“You done yelling at Matt?” You say, and Frank drags you onto the bed in one tug, the air leaving your lungs as he wraps you into him.

“No.” He grumbles behind your ear. “You alright?”

“No.” He doesn’t say anything, just holds you a little tighter. “Did Matt say—“

“Nothing. He said nothing. Nothing he can do about this.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “You should take her up on it.”

“What?”

“Go to Florida. See Sam.” You try to twist on his arms, but he doesn’t let you budge an inch. “Calm down. I’m not saying forever. But Murdock said—“

“You said he didn’t say anything.” He grumbles something again, words lost in the mess of your hair he’s buried himself in.

“Nothin’ useful. Said you wouldn’t be safe in New York, and if it was up to him, he’d get you out of here until he can appeal.”

“We talked about this. I want to be wherever you are. I can handle myself.”

“I know, baby. I know that. You don’t need a babysitter. Which is why you should go to Florida.”

This time, he lets you roll over, faces almost touching. His eyes are closed, and no matter how many times you’ve seen him this close you still find it just as intriguing. Like a marble statue, the urge to reach out and run your fingers over his skin is too tempting, brushing over the scars on his cheek.

“What will you do? Will you come with me?” He keeps his eyes closed, his jaw relaxing under your soft touches.

“Yeah. I’ll come when it’s done.” You furrow your eyebrows, and he opens his eyes like he senses it. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“When it’s done?” You know what he means. It’s exactly like him— to think he has to do this. To take this loss on his shoulders, to think that he needs to do it. To fix this. “Frank—“

“Stop.” He says softly, but his face is hard. “I never should of let this go. Should of finished it in Washington.”

“That wasn’t up to you, and it’s not now. Whatever you’re thinking of doing…”

“You know what I’m doing. I’m doing the one thing that we both know will end this. The one thing that I know works.” You swallow hard.

“You’re gonna kill him.” Frank doesn’t nod, but he watches your face for your reaction. “Why would I need to go to Florida?”

“You can’t be anywhere near here. If Madani finds out, and she will— you need an alibi that isn’t me.”

“You’ve actually thought this through.” He laughs dryly, then leans forward to kiss you quickly.

“Don’t look so surprised.” Frank’s hands run down your body, his eyes tracking, watching the way you shiver when his rough hands graze over skin. Finding your hips, he tugs you closer, and you swing your leg over his torso languidly. Hair falls in front of your face that he dutifully tucks behind your ears, thumb tracing your eyebrow. “Do this for me, and let me do this for you.”

Now he’s below you, your own hands drift to his shoulders. He holds your hips, thumbs rubbing circles onto places they’ve become so familiar with its nearly impossible to remember a time they didn’t belong to him. Like he’s etched himself there, shadows of his hands always waiting for him to come home.

“I’ll pack tomorrow.” You say, and he tugs you down, kissing you hungrily. You give— let him lead you like he does so well. You know what you’re residing to, what he’s going to do. It’s what he was doing before he found you, and what he’s probably going to do for the rest of his life.

He wants this, by the way he’s moving your hips and groaning into your mouth, the answer you gave him is the one he wants. It goes against what your logical mind is shouting at you— that he’s putting himself in danger for you, again. He groans again when your hands tug on his hair.

He wants this, you hear in your brain again. He wants this. He was who he was— you’d never change Frank, and you didn’t want to. He was a protector, a brick wall you’d put your shoulder out trying to break down. He was hard and stubborn, shattered and glued back together a million times over, and when he wanted something, he did everything he could to get it. He wanted this— to do this for you. Take care of you. It was a part of him that would probably get him killed, but it also happened to be a part you treasured with everything you had. The part that made you feel safe.

“Good girl.” He says lowly, voice vibrating through you. The words make you both smile, then he pulls you underneath him and you’re lost again, and nothing else matters.

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[count-alucard-tepes]

Killer x fem Lunarian reader part 2

Part 1

The sound of the waves in the distance in the morning woke Killer up only to realize he had fallen asleep on the beach but he wasn’t alone.

He rubbed his head to try and remember what had happened last night as the woman held him around his waist and continued to cuddle into his chest as she slept.

They were still dressed so nothing happened…right?!

He couldn’t help but blush as all the events of the night before came back rushing to him.

“…uhm…Y/N…it’s morning…”, he said gently as he placed a hand on her back and gently tried to wake her up. He had to admit she was pretty strong as he couldn’t get out of her hold easily and well…he didn’t want to hurt her by forcing himself out too.

It didn’t work, she was still asleep. He then looked at her wings curiously, he’d never get a chance to touch someone’s wings and they were so fluffy and cute!

He gently reached out his hand hesitantly to touch her wings and ran his fingers through them slowly.

Y/N jolted up quickly and pushed herself away from him, “…did…you just touch my wings?”, she said as she looked at him wide eyed.

“…yeah…I’m sorry…I was just curious”, he said as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

She examined her wings a little and then looked back at him, “…they’re sensitive…so you got to be careful next time”, she said gently before stretching her arms and then noticed they were on the beach.

“…never thought I’d end up waking up on a beach in your arms, Killer”, she said with a little smile as she stood up and dusted her clothes gently before offering him a hand.

He sighed softly, “…was it that regrettable?”, he asked as he took her hand and stood up before dusting off his own clothes.

“Not at all, I’d like to do it again…just sober”, she said with a teasing smile before making her way out of the sand.

He blushed darkly under his mask and followed her. This woman made his heart skip several beats and made him feel like a teenager!

He noticed that she was going in the opposite direction of the Kidd pirates ship probably to her own crew and he felt his stomach drop.

“…wait…Y/N…let me make you some breakfast before you go…please?”, he asked gently.

She stopped and turned to look at him, “…you don’t have to do that, Killer…I’m sure you need to be with your captain and crew…I’ll see you around”.

“…I insist…I make a real good breakfast and perhaps we could get to know each other sober this time a little more…”, he managed to say quickly.

Y/N hesitated for a moment or two but nodded, “…fine, lead the way”, she said gently as she smiled and followed him to his ship.

Killer was busy making breakfast for his new lady friend which consisted of eggs, bacon, sausages and toast. It was something he normally did for Kidd from time to time when his Captain had a terrible hangover but this time he took extra care in how he prepared her meal.

Y/N was in the bathroom, freshening up before making her way to Killer, “…Hm…it’s smells really good, Kil”, she said gently.

Did she just give him a nickname?! He liked it!

“I hope you like it…”, he said gently as he made two plates for them and some tea to go with it.

He placed their plates so that they could sit next to each so that when he did lift his mask, she couldn’t really see his face.

She would happily dig into her meal, “…you’re really good at cooking”, she said as she sipped her tea, “…maybe you could teach me one day”.

“Thanks but I’ve just got pretty basic skills…nothing fancy”, he remarked as he lifted his mask a little and ate gently.

Y/N smiled a little in response and continued to eat her meal.

“…I didn’t ask before but where is your crew?”, he asked gently.

She smiled a little in response, “…I’m away from them for a few days for a mission of sorts…I came here to just to stock up before getting back on it…”.

Killer looked at her gently, “I see…so you’ll be leaving soon then?”, he asked hesitantly.

“Unfortunately yes, I’ll be leaving in a couple of hours to be exact”, she said gently, “…Kidd said you guys were gonna be here for a few days…it sounds like quite a blast”.

“…yeah…a blast”, he murmured when she confirmed she’d be leaving.

She frowned a little at his tone and then leaned against his shoulder, “…you sound as if you’re sad that the girl you got drunk with and fell asleep on the beach with last night is leaving…”, she said with a little teasing tone, “…I mean…if you want me to stay…just say so”.

Killer quickly looked at her leaning against his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her, “…stay…please?”.

“…only if you tell me why”, she said with a smile as she sat up and looked at him, her hand trailing down his chest a little.

He gulped a little, “…I haven’t met a woman like you before who was even remotely interested in me…I just…don’t want to blow this”.

“You won’t…just always be open with me and I’ll be the same with you”, she said simply.

He felt his face burn but he had to calm himself down, he took a deep breath, “…what do you like about me? What’s keeping you interested?”.

“Those are amazing questions, Kil…I think after our kiss…I thought why not give it a chance…you’re a cool guy and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, mask and all…”, she said with a smirk, “…and I do want to know you better while we’re on this island…and perhaps even when we are off it”.

“I feel the same…you’re the quite the woman…and a complete flirt”, he said before remembering the kiss, “…the k-kiss…”.

Y/N smirked devilishly, “…oh? Did I remind you now? And that was all your idea by the way”.

“…you’re the worst, you know that”, he said with a slight pout.

“…I know and you’ll learn to accept it with time”, she said before making him face her and placing a kiss on his mask, exactly where his lips would be, “…thank you for breakfast, it was amazing”.

He was stunned and sat there with his hands on her waist, “…you’re…welcome”, he said gently, pulling her close to him.

“…should we try that with your mask partially up?”, she asked as she pressed herself close to him.

“Yes…”, he said quickly before lifting his mask up and pressed his lips gently to hers.

She ran her finger through his hair as she made her way to straddle him in his seat, kissing him passionately.

His hands quickly went to her hips and then to her ass. She was a lot of woman to handle but he was damn ready to risk it all for her!

“…I think we’re done with breakfast…where’s your quarters?”, she said in between kisses.

He didn’t respond with words but rather just stood up with her wrapped around him and carried her off to his quarters before shutting the door behind them. He was much stronger than he looked.

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Kidd got a little concerned when he didn’t see Killer for whole damn day and stormed to his quarters on the ship, “Oy, Killer…where the fuck have you been all day!?”, he growled before realizing what he just walked into and blushed darkly.

He hurried out and slammed the door behind him, “…fucking learn to lock the door!?”.

Killer of course paid no attention to Kidd while he was in the company of his lady friend.

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Over the next few days, Killer and Y/N would get to know each other better and spend a lot of time together until it was finally time for her to leave.

“…I’ll write to you and maybe we would find ourselves in the same waters..”, she said gently as she held his hands into hers and looked down at him, “…make sure you fucking write me back or I’ll hunt your ass down”.

Killer chuckled nervously in response, “…I will…I don’t want to get burned…make sure you’re safe…just until I can be the one to protect you when you’re in my care again…”.

She blushed at this, no man had ever said that to her and it melted her heart several times over even though she didn’t need someone to protect her…the sheer thought of such kind words would make any pirate weak at their knees.

She nodded and leaned in to kiss him one last time before she took off to the skies, not daring to look back as she knew it would hurt way too much to leave him.

He’d watch his woman fly off like the goddess she was to him, he stood there until he couldn’t see her anymore and then sighed when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“…it’s time to go, Killer”, Kidd said gently before squeezing his shoulder a little as if to comfort him.

“…yeah…I’m ready, let’s get out of here”, he said before making his way back to the ship.

((Oh man I swear I love writing about Killer since he deserves so much more love and attention for being such a sweetheart! Let me know if you liked it so far! Also here’s a height reference, I made her shorter than usual since Killer is ‘short’😂))

#ooc #one piece #killer one piece #one piece killer #kidd pirates #fanfic #killer x reader #lunarians

[nobedofroses]

December 31st

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: fluff and leadup to smut

words: 533

a/n: last one! I had such a good time with this, thank you again Steph for putting these prompts together and thanks everyone for reading!! just a cute sleepy new year's day thing with Marcus, picture prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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Marcus followed you, stumbling, into the living room. You groaned simultaneously as you saw the absolute mess awaiting you. 

“How did— how did this happen? I thought we only had four girls here last night,” Marcus said incredulously. 

“We did. Missy, Sarah, Alice, and Rachel. 1, 2, 3, 4, that’s four,” you said, counting it out on your fingers. 

“Then why does it look like a tornado blew through here??” 

“I don’t know, baby, but can you talk a little quieter?” you asked, patting his arm to calm him down. 

“I mean, I don’t really care if I wake them up to be honest,” Marcus said. 

You winced, “No, it’s for me. I guess I haven’t drank that much in a while,” you admitted sheepishly, hands coming to your head to massage your temples. 

Marcus turned toward you and his hands took the place of yours, giving you a little massage that made you moan out loud, “Guess that half a bottle of champagne really did you in, huh?” 

You didn’t even bother to respond, just let his fantastic hands continue to work out the headache you had. A minute later, the sharp pain was gone and you knew the rest wouldn’t go away without some kind of painkiller or time. You opened your eyes and tilted your face towards him so he’d know you wanted a kiss. He moved his hands to hold your jaw and leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours. 

When he pulled away, you offered, “I’ll go make the coffee if you start picking up.”

“That would be a good deal if we in any way made this mess,” Marcus told you, gesturing to the trash and clothes and pillow on the floor. “But we didn’t, so I say we tag team breakfast and coffee and once the girls have woken up to the smell of my pancakes and your bacon, we’ll trap them.” 

“Trap them?” you asked with a little laugh. 

“They’ll think they’re eating a delicious breakfast because we’re such nice hosts and parents, but really it’s so they have the energy to clean up this giant mess,” he explained with a goofy grin. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I feel like I’m supposed to say you’re an evil genius or something.” 

“That’s because I am,” he said with a “duh” look on his face. 

“Oh okay. Well, does my evil genius have time to kiss his wife more or does he need to start on his evil plan right away?” 

Marcus’ eyes got wide and then his hands stole down to your waist to tug you closer, “We have plenty of time. The girls are wiped out. They probably won’t want to eat until lunch, even.” 

“That’s a lot of time. More than we need for kissing, I think. Do you have any plans for me?” you asked innocently. 

“Yeah, yes. They’re, um, in the bedroom,” Marcus improvised, trying to make sure he was doing what you wanted. 

“Oh well then I’d better go take a look,” you said, walking away back towards the bedroom with Marcus hot on your heels. You thought that maybe there could be another cure to your headache there.

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[bucky-barmes]

♥︎ You should see me in a crown, but you won't ♥︎

Being the daughter of the royal family sounds all fun and games, except when you despise it all. The only one that seems to care is your bodyguard, James, but will that cause friction with your father?

bodyguard!Bucky x f!royalty!reader

word count: 2,976

chapter 1

warnings: angst, so much angst (i was in a major angsty mood apparently) asshole bucky (& i'm not even sorry tbh), no nsfw themes yet

As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

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Your father was seriously off the mark if he expected you to actually show up to breakfast at 7am. The only reason you were awake in the morning at all was thanks to your old Governess, Juliana.

Even though your baby sister, Aria, was almost 18 and nowhere near being an actual baby anymore, your father insisted on keeping her around. He probably felt bad, people weren’t exactly looking for governesses in this day and age.

“It’s almost 8:30.” Christian, your father, boomed as you dragged yourself into the dining room, the smell of bacon being your only motive.

“And you’re lucky I’m here at all.” You shot him a glare as you slid into your usual seat between your mother and sister. “I’d still be asleep and away from you if it weren’t for Juliana.” The words came out as a growl as you piled bacon rashers and eggs onto your plate.

“Darling, don’t speak to your father like that, please.” The last part of your mothers sentence came out as almost a beg, a plead to not do this first thing in the morning. She knew how you felt about your father, and that the relationship had always been a complicated one, but she couldn’t stand it when the two of you went at it like that.

“Sorry, mum.” Was all you could bare to mumble out, eyes lowered at the plate of food, not wanting to meet your mothers sad eyes. You hated disappointing your mother, but your father made it hard sometimes.

“What was that? I’m not sure you mother could hear you.” Christian’s hold on his knife and fork tightened as he stared you down. So it was going to be like that, was it?

“Oh, I’m sure she did, considering she’s sitting right next to me.” Your jaw jut out in defiance. There was no way you were going to let his shit slide today. “Right, mum?”

“Yes, I heard you quite fine,” your mother agreed, her pleading eyes now directed at her husband. “How did you find the ball last night?” She looked back to you as she took a delicate bite of the bacon on her fork.

“Intolerable, as usual.” Your reply came out between mouthfuls of bacon, a silent prayer for the nausea that was beginning to rise in your stomach to fade.

“I see your lack of food etiquette has followed from last night.” Christian sent you a disgusted scowl, before turning his attention to his wife. “She turned down every single eligible bachelor I had arranged for her to speak with. You need to control her.”

You mentally thanked your father for avoiding the part of last nights story that involved your early departure. As much as you both despised each other, there was an unspoken agreement to never tell your mother about your extracurricular activities. You both knew it would devastate her, and that was something neither of you were willing to do.

“Sweetheart, when are you going to allow your heart to open and just entertain the thought of seeing someone?” The sadness in your mothers voice was deafening. “And if it’s a problem with the fact that they’ve all been men, I’m sure we could work something out, right Dear?”

Christian almost choked on his mouthful egg and toast. “Well, I suppose so-” he cleared his throat. “But one can’t exactly continue the bloodline if they’re,” he paused, struggling to find the right words so as not to upset your mother. “Well, you know.” His sentence trailed off, deciding less was more unless he wanted to endure a lecture from his beloved wife.

“Don’t worry, I like men, if that’s what you’re concerned about. Just not the awful ones that dad is so great at choosing.”

Before the conversation could go on, and potentially end up with your father being chastised by your mother for being so closed-minded, the door to the dining room opened.

Your eyes lit up as they landed on the body emerging from the hall. It was your bodyguard, James. You gave him a small but bright smile as he entered, but you were merely offered a curt nod in response, before he turned to acknowledge your father.

“Good morning, your Majesty,” he bowed his head slightly, then turned to your mother. “Your Highness.” Another bow. “My Lady.” His eyes met your little sister, Aria, as he spoke, this time with a slightly smaller bow.

Finally, he had made his was around the table to you, but all you received was a brief moment of eye contact accompanying the formal “my Lady” before he bowed his head and moved to the corner of the room to wait for further instructions from your father.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t hurt like a bitch. After the events of last night, of him allowing you to use his nickname, the name some men had nearly died for using. Of course your father would try to ruin the only good thing you had in your life.

There was no other possible explanation, he had to have threatened James back into line. He had only ever been this formal with you during his first couple of moths working with you. Now the two of you had almost 10 years of history together, and you were determined to get that back.

~

Breakfast was well and truly over now, and you were getting ready for the day when James entered your room. “Care to explain what the hell that was?” You just about threw your hairbrush at him as you spoke anger coursing through you.

“I’ve realised our working relationship has been getting too personal.” He was still standing in the doorway, arms clasped behind his back, eyes looking straight ahead at nothing in particular.

“You realised that, or my father gave you an ultimatum?” Your eyes narrowed at him through the mirror you were sitting in front of.

“His Majesty employs me, not you.” That elicited a scoff from you.

“And since when did you care about what my father thinks? The last I remember, you hated him almost as much as me, Bucky.” You instantly regretted the final word out of your mouth, all sense of confidence dissolved at the speed in which James moved to you, standing behind you, towering over you.

“Don’t ever call me that again.” His voice was low, each word enunciated sharply. It sent a shiver down your spine. How could he turn so cold so quickly?

A meek “sorry” was all you could manage as you fumbled with the hairbrush still in your hand. You may have had your eyes glued down at your hands, but you could feel James’ boring through you, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I’ll be escorting you to the ball tonight.” James stepped back to his place in the doorway, hands behind his back and eyes looking ahead again, demeanour snapping back as if the previous interaction had never happened.

“And there will be no leaving early this time.” Momentarily, his eyes flicker to yours in the mirror. If there was any emotion behind them, it was impossible for you to pick up. “The Majesty has requested that you have a list of your picks from the suitors he’s lined up for you. You won’t be leaving the ball without that list.” With that, he ducked out of the room, but not before a sharp nod in the direction of your wardrobe, signalling you to get a move on.

You sat there, motionless, for what felt like hours, but could have been only minutes. You could only assume as much seeing as James would have most definitely returned and thrown any old outfit from your wardrobe at you. Well, at least, he would have before, who knows what he would be like now.

The weather was nice out, sunny without being too warm, so you decided on your favourite jeans, the ones that hugged your body in all the right places, paired with a basic satin button down blouse. Loose and flow-y, perfect for catching the late spring breeze. Also a staple outfit you knew you would be comfortable in, no matter what the day threw at you. On your way out the door, you slipped on your ankle boots.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Christian pursed his lips as you entered the combined lounge and dining area for the second time that day.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise there was a dress code for that day?” You bit back almost immediately, eyeing the room to see what everyone else was wearing. Your mother and sister were both wearing nice summer dresses, the kind regular families would wear to fancy family lunches. Even James was in one of his best suits.

“So, apparently I missed the memo, what’s happening today?” You shot daggers at your father as you questioned, sending them James’ way first when your eyes wandered back to Christian.

“Well, if you were ever actually present for family conversations, you would know that we’re going to the Beauchamp’s for lunch today.”

It was enough for you to try and hold the eye roll in, let alone that groan that begged to accompany it. The Beauchamp’s were one of the neighbouring royal families. The ones that just so happened to be one of your most despised.

“I don’t suppose this has anything to do with trying to set me him?” A shudder rippled through you at the thought. The fathers of the two families had been trying to set up you and their eldest son, Kingsley. You couldn’t make it up if you tried. A royal family calling their son Kingsley. That was too much, even for you. Then you throw in the fact that he was a right asshole. The thought of it all made you want to gag.

“Well, there’s no time to change now.” Christian sighed, looking your outfit up and down again. “This will have to do. I suppose we should be thankful that it’s actually covering everything.”

The slim patience you had left for the day was beginning to wear thin. You knew he was talking about the aftermath of your dress from last night. “Well maybe I just won’t go, don’t want to embarrass the family with my disgraceful outfit.”

“Unlikely,” Christian scoffed. “You’re the topic of conversation for this lunch. You’ll be there and you’ll be on your best behaviour.”

~

The lunch could not be going worse. Much to your surprise, the Beauchamp’s actually liked your outfit, Kingsley especially, as the top few buttons undone on your blouse left plenty for him to gawk at.

It made your blood boil. But what made your blood boil even more was that James didn’t seem to care at all. Under any other circumstance, he would have been death glaring him to hell and back, potentially even pointing it out and telling him to ‘quit it unless he wanted to lose an eye’. But James just stood there by the door, looking at no one or nothing in particular. And that upset you more than anything.

The topic of you and Kingsley marrying had already been brought up three times, and every time you chose not to answer, blatantly ignoring everyone throwing questions at you. You could see how much it was affecting your father, and you loved it.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” You pushed your seat back from the table and stood, making your way inside. James followed closely on your heel.

“What the hell are you trying to pull in there?” He hissed in your ear, annoyance evident in his tone. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but decided you weren’t going to entertain him. If he was going to treat you like nothing more than a job, so would you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your tone is casual as you fix your lipstick in the mirror of the bathroom, James following you inside and remaining behind you, scowling at you through the reflection.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. Why are you acting like such a child, your father is just trying to find you a husband.”

Your eyes snapped up to his in the reflection, narrowing dangerously. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I don’t /want/ to get married? Maybe I don’t want to be another pawn in his royal game.” You turned to face him now, glaring up at him. “And you know damn well what I think about all this bullshit with arranged marriages, so why don’t you cut the crap James, my father isn’t watching over you right now. What the hell happened to you?” You hadn’t noticed it, but your voice was steadily raising as you spoke, to the point of almost yelling.

James could only scoff. “What the hell happened? Maybe I realised that our relationship was getting too personal. I’m your bodyguard, Y/N, it’s my job to make sure you stay safe and keep your annoying ass out of trouble. That’s it.” You’d be lying if you said those words didn’t hurt. A lot.

“Wow, James, that’s really what you think of me? So I’m just some annoying princess you were assigned to?” You’re lost for words, all you could manage was a disdainful laugh.

“Fuck this, I’m going home.” You shoved past him to leave the bathroom, but he grabbed your forearm with his right hand.

“Like hell you are. You’re staying for this lunch whether you like it or not, Christian’s orders.”

“And when have I ever followed any of his orders? Let me go.” You attempted to pull your arm from his grip, but it only tightened.

“Well you will be starting to, today.” He moved to drag you back to the table outside, but you pulled back in resistance, causing him to grip even tighter.

“You won’t win this, Y/N.” James’ eyes narrowed at you, pulling you towards him again, harder this time.

“Ow, James, you’re hurting me now.” Your eyes widened at his attitude, at the sheer flip he had done from just a couple of days ago. The thought brought tears to your eyes. Never, once, in the entire time he had worked with you, had he ever even got close to accidentally hurting you, let alone intentionally. The thought made you instinctively retract into yourself, sullenly trying to pull your arm back with you.

For just a second, James’ eyes flashed with guilt, his grip loosening just enough for you to draw your arm in and grab the spot he had gripped, bruises already started to form.

You pushed past him before he could stop you again. “I’m going home, James, you can’t stop me.”

You were halfway up the driveway of the Beauchamp’s estate when a car honked a slowed beside you.

“Let me drive you, Princess.” James spoke to you from the window, slowly rolling along with your walking pace, but you ignored him.

“You can’t walk home, princess, it’ll take hours.”

“Who said I’m walking?” You bit back.

“How else would you get home? It’s not safe.” There was concern in his words, but you didn’t trust that it was genuine.

“What’s it to you? If something happens to me then you won’t have to worry about my annoying ass anymore.” You snapped back, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Y/N.” He stopped the car, getting out.

“Then why would you say it then? It sure sounded like you meant it.”

“Just get in the damn car and let me drive you home, for Christ’s sake.” James’ voice had risen, not unlike yours in the bathroom before.

“Why are you so fucking pissed at me, James? I’ve done absolutely nothing to you and you start treating me like shit out of nowhere. Maybe I’d be better off marrying Kingsley, or any one of my fathers arranged marriages, just to get the fuck away from you.” You were practically screaming at him now, right up in his face, stabbing into his chest with your finger.

James went silent, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “I’m taking you home.” He opened the back door and pushed you inside, his job made easy as you closed the distance between you moments before. There was no getting out of it even if you wanted to. You did, however, want to go home.

The car ride back to your estate was silent and tense. James glancing at you every so often through the rearview mirror, hands gripping the steering wheel like he was trying to choke the life out of it.

The second he opened your door for you, you were out of the car and marching inside and away from him, James following you the whole way to your room.

You made it inside your room and slammed the door shut just before he reached you. The sound of the lock clicking a deafening symbol loss of connection between the two of you. He stood outside of your door, fists resting on it.

“Can we just… talk?” He sounded defeated, yet still nothing like the James you knew before.

“I have nothing left to say, James, and I think I’ve heard enough from you.” He couldn’t see you, but you were stood facing him from the other side of the door, arms folded over you chest in frustration at him.

“Fine, if you’re going to act like a child, you’ll be treated like a child.” His words hit you like ice, sending a chill down you spine. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Princess.”

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HI ABBY!! CONGRATS ON 550!! For a prompt, here's something I found and thought of Aelin the minute I read it (but if you like another ship for this prompt, I love that too)- “wake up and come get breakfast, love.” “…. now…….. when i said yes to this whole marriage thing i thought we were on the same page and you understood when i said i don’t wake up before 6pm.” “i made hashbrowns.” “i’ll be right there.”-

Hash Browns

CW: language

AN: Thanks Anna!! I turned this into a little drabble, I hope you like it :)

Fluff//541 words

Someone was stroking Aelin’s cheek.

That was the first thing she noticed upon gaining a semblance of consciousness. At first she leaned into the touch. The hand was rough and its callouses scraped deliciously against Aelin’s soft cheek. Then, she began to realize the touch was a little too insistent. Not only that but it was accompanied by a voice.

Fuck it all to hell. Someone was trying to wake her up.

Aelin groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow. “Go away,” she muttered, the sound muffled by the pillow but still audible to her assailant. Because that’s what he was—someone with the malicious intent of interrupting her precious beauty sleep. Damned son of a bitch.

“Aelin,” Rowan’s voice came again, and her sleep-frazzled brain realized it was her husband who treated her oh-so-woefully on this dreadful morning. She would have to kick his ass later.

After getting a few more hours of rest.

A soft chuckle had her whining and sending a half-hearted kick in his direction.

“Piss off.”

Rowan didn’t budge. “Wake up and come get breakfast, love.”

Resigning herself to the fact her husband didn’t plan to leave, Aelin rolled over and sat up.

“Now, listen here you little scumbag,” she hissed, with probably a little too much malevolence. “When I said yes to this whole marriage thing I thought we were on the same page and you understood when I said I don’t wake up before 6 a.m.”

Rowan appeared completely unfazed. That was one of the things Aelin usually appreciated about her husband: the ability to withstand Aelin’s wrath in the mornings. Now, though, she wished a little more terror shown in the man’s face. He smiled down at her, amusement shining in his pine-green eyes.

“I made hashbrowns.”

That was not what Aelin had expected his reasoning to be. And, as much as she wanted to stay strong… Damn. Rowan really knew how to diffuse her.

“I’ll be right down.”

Rowan let out a belting laugh at her change in demeanor and left the bedroom with a shake of his head. Glowering—but excited all the same—Aelin rubbed her eyes and looked around.

The first thing she noticed was the light shining through the curtains. Probably more light than there would be if it was only six in the morning. Aelin glanced at the clock to see it was just past nine.

Close enough.

Still scowling, Aelin tossed aside the covers and slipped out of bed.

She surely looked like a madwoman, her hair sticking up at all angles. But Aelin had not a care in the world about her appearance when she finally recognized the smell of hash browns wafting upstairs, washing away any lingering annoyance and drawing a loud growl from her stomach.

It took less than one minute to pull on a robe and slippers, and slash water onto her face, before Aelin was sprinting (and tripping) down the stairs. And when Aelin walked in the kitchen to find not only hash browns but a full table of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon toast, alongside her smiling husband who had no ulterior motives, no intent other than to make Aelin happy…

Well, that’s when Aelin smiled back.

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