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rkvriki · 7 months

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domestic moments with them

im back HA. ngl this has been on my drafts for longer than i would like to admit but anyways. enhas new tour how are we feeling :/ ugh. hope you enjoy this!!!!

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WARNINGS ! mentions of food? playful arguing in heeseungs; non-sexual bath in sunoo's, i think that all!

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LEE HEESEUNG ! – game nights

we all know heeseung loves gaming and obviously he would love it if you were keen on it as well and if you weren’t he would try to slowly introduce you to it. he would be all excited when he got a free day to spend with you. he hits you up with texts to tell you he’s coming over and before you know it he’s by your door with his hands full of your favourite snacks and sodas. you would set blankets and pillows up on the floor so you could both sit comfortably while playing. heeseung tried not to be competitive with you when you both started dating but after you were together for a while he would get all worked up with you. if you were playing 1v1 against each other he would do anything to win and if he lost he would be so pouty. if you were playing online he would be screaming orders at you making you scream back at him. in the end you both ended up cuddling while eating the rest of the snacks and would laugh at both of your previous behaviors.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG ! – cooking together

if i’m not wrong this is probably the second time i write about this and i will never shut up about it! jay loves cooking and he loved cooking, especially for you even more. so when you join him in his favourite hobby he is so happy. he would cook the main course while you would bake some dessert for you two. both of you would be busy, most of the time in silence only exchanging a few words while easy-listening tunes played from his speaker in the background. while he let something cook he would sneakily come behind you and hug you, his arms circling your waist, making you turn your head around to leave a kiss on his lips. the kitchen would be filled with the comforting smell of food, making both of your stomachs grumble in hunger. after everything was done you would decorate the dining table with candles and your best cutlery, while jay would plate the food neatly. you two would have a candlelit dinner, talking and laughing with each other, something you both treasured so much since these moments were rare due to jay’s career.

SIM JAEYUN ! – breakfast in bed

jake isn’t really an early bird and it’s rare for him to wake up early but sometimes when he does, he’ll sneakily walk to the kitchen to prepare you some good breakfast or brunch. he’ll try his best to cook for you even though he’s not the best cook in the world. the only things being heard in the kitchen would be the sizzling of the pan and his silent curses when he burns himself. the smell of bacon and pancakes would fill your small kitchen. he would be pacing back and forth looking for all kinds of ingredients in your counters and drawers. jake would prepare you such fancy coffee adding all kinds of toppings and adding things to give the drink some extra flavour. he would put everything nicely on a tray and would carefully walk to the bedroom, trying to keep everything from falling. you were already awake when jake came in smiling fondly at you, seeing you rub the sleep of your eyes. you both would eat silently on the bed as the sun hit right on your window.

PARK SUNGHOON ! – dancing in the living room

this one is just me projecting my own fantasies. sunghoon would be on his day off and whats better than spending it with you whom he missed so much? you two would be in your living room, just talking about random topics, laughing with each other, but it was mostly you updating him on the latest gossips from work colleagues. you had ordered some snacks and they were all almost gone. you both started complaining about still being hungry so you grabbed your phone to order more. before putting your phone down you got up to turn your speaker on and connected it to your phone. soft jazzy tunes started sounding in the room, changing the room's atmosphere to a more romantic one. you turned to look at sunghoon and extended your hand to him, making him laugh at you but hold it nonetheless as he got you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and you both started swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the music. you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hands up and down your back.

KIM SUNOO ! – bubble bath

self-care is a must for both you and sunoo. starting with skincare. you wouldn’t even need to buy any because, oh! did sunoo buy something for him? don’t worry, he got two of it so he could give you one. you would have a whole shelf full of products, almost full to the brim. every time sunoo and you had a sleepover you would always do full self-care, watching movies with face masks type of thing. but when you were both feeling a little extra you both would do everything to turn your bathroom in a full spa room. candles of all scents would be lit on each corner of the bathtub. bath bombs already spreading in the warm water along with flower petals you neatly scattered in there. you both put face masks on your faces before grabbing some fancy drink (wine) and getting in the water on opposite sidea. you both would sigh in unison, feeling your bodies relax under the warmth embracing both of you.

YANG JUNGWON ! – pottery at home

i can’t stop thinking about jungwon’s vlog. the first time he saw you after making some pottery he was so happy to tell you about it and you both agreed to try and do it at home one day. so one day jungwon came over to your house with a bag full of cheap kid’s paint and clay. you both put old sheets on the floor to avoid staining it and put an old kitchen towel on the table. after putting on some old clothes you both started playing around with the clay. soon enough your table was a mess full of brown water, stained from the clay. both of your faces dirty with dry clay from both of you rubbing it in each other’s faces. none of you had done a single useful thing out of it, multiple things in weird shapes were laid out on your table. every time any of you made something you would show it to the other laughing at the lack of skill put in the piece of art. even though jungwon tried to follow the rules he had when he went to do pottery professionally he gave it all and ended up just playing around with you.

NISHIMURA RIKI ! – picnics at home

time alone with you is one of the most precious things for ni-ki. it’s so rare for him to have the smallest amount of time with you so he tries to make every minute of his day off with you enjoyable. but as we all know it’s complicated for you to have outdoor dates and you both have expressed your desire to go on a picnic together near the river, but it all stays wistful wishes that need to be postponed for a far future. so you and ni-ki stick with your at-home dates that you love more than anything. you both would take everything that was placed in the centre of your living room and you would decorate it with checkered picnic blankets and place vases and plants around just for the sake of it. you would even prepare a little basket with all the food you made for both of you. you two would enjoy it so much, both of your hearts filled with warmth as you enjoyed each other's company.

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megalony · 3 months

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Disciplinary Action

This is a new Eddie x Evan x Reader imagine that I had an idea for. I hope you will all like it, any feedback is always amazing and spurrs me on.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: When someone at the station starts harassing (Y/n), she tries to keep it to herself. She doesn't want to cause a commotion. Until the boys witness it and start a fight.

Enjoy.

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"Morning," A bright grin spread across Evan's lips when his eyes locked on Hen walking sluggishly towards the ambulance.

He relished in the frown that took over her face and the way she tilted her chin down and rose her brows when she looked his way. Her eyes gave away everything. She was feeling rough after their night out last night. Her eyes were barely open and she was walking like she was dragging her feet while her shoulders were hunched forward.

She would rather be anywhere but on shift. She wanted to be back in bed.

A grimace pulled at Hen's lips when she looked Evan up and down. He was dressed properly, no slacks, he didn't have his trousers on backwards or his shirt inside out. He didn't look like he had crawled through the front door at two in the morning and then had to head back out the door six hours later.

"Why aren't you hungover?" Hen tucked her clipboard under her arm and tightened her grip on her mug of coffee. Even the smell of coffee hadn't done anything to liven her up yet, she felt half dead.

Her and Evan had gone out drinking last night while (Y/n) stayed home with Chris and Eddie was on the night shift into the day shift today. It had been good for the two of them to catch up and have a laugh, but Hen was regretting choosing the night before a shift to have their night out. Next time, she wasn't making that mistake again.

"Because I can hold my liquor," He quipped back, holding his chin up high while he tightened his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders and tugged her back into his side. He pressed his lips to the back of her head when (Y/n) reached her hand up to hold his hand that was on her shoulder.

"Hm." Hen scrunched her nose and continued walking towards the ambulance while (Y/n) and Evan walked down towards the back of the station.

"I'm gonna find Eddie and hit the gym."

Evan knew he would be fine today. He would do a quick work out before they had their first call of the day. Then by the time he and (Y/n) headed back home tonight, he would be tired enough to sleep through the night. Evan had a lot of trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. It was why he functioned so well on night shifts and when they pulled a double shift. He had too much energy and needed to have a burn-out in order to catch a full nights rest.

He squeezed (Y/n)'s shoulder and kissed her temple again before he let her slide out from under his arm and move towards the stairs.

(Y/n) climbed the stairs and headed up into the annex towards the kitchen. She glanced her eyes around, surprised to find no one else in the kitchen. She guessed Chimney was somewhere downstairs tidying up and sorting out like Hen was. And Bobby would probably be in his office sorting through paperwork. She already knew Eddie would be in the gym, that was his routine and why Evan was heading that way now.

Idling through the kitchen, (Y/n) headed over to the fridge and grabbed one of her juice bottles out before she moved over to the cupboard above the sink.

Bobby let them put any snacks, biscuits and drinks in the cupboards and everyone had their own little baskets and sections in the kitchen. (Y/n) knew her boy's routines. They would have a protein shake each before they went out on their first call of the day so (Y/n) may as well grab them one now in case the bell went off soon.

"Jesus, Evan." She grumbled quietly when she looked up into the cupboard and realised how far back Evan had pushed the pack of shakes. He clearly thought someone might come along and take a few and since he was over six foot, it was easy for him to put them at the back of the shelf. Ready so only he could reach them if he wanted one.

(Y/n) pushed up on her toes and pressed her hips into the counter, barely skimming her hand along the plastic packaged bottless that she couldn't quite grasp.

A gasp burned at the back of her throat when she felt a hand suddenly clamp down on her hip and a chest push into her back.

For a brief second, (Y/n) thought it was one of her boys and her first guess was Eddie. She knew if it were Evan behind her, she would of felt his chin perch on her head and he would tease her straight away for not being able to reach. Evan had a tendancy to hide things in high places because he was taller than both (Y/n) and Eddie and he loved them to ask him for help, despite how much it annoyed Eddie.

But she quickly realised it wasn't either of her men. Eddie had a firmer chest and broader shoulders than whoever was behind her.

"Need some help?"

Panic built up in (Y/n)'s stomach and burned up into her chest. That definitely wasn't either of her men. That was a voice she only faintly recognised, it wasn't someone she had the pleasure of working with on most of her shifts.

"I- I got it." (Y/n) held her breath and pushed further into the counter to try and get away from him. Her finger hooked into the plastic but whoever was behind her managed to drag the pack down and let it land on the sink with a thud.

When it didn't feel like he was going to move away from caging her in, (Y/n) clung to the counter and shuffled to the right.

Her arms felt tense and stiff at her sides as she tried to take a deep breath and compose herself. She tore into the six-pack and removed two bottles before she tossed the pack back up. Evan wouldn't mind that (Y/n) had gotten them out because she wasn't drinking or taking them, she was getting them for him and Eddie. Anyone else tried, and they would be sorely reprimanded.

"Thanks," She mumbled quietly, although (Y/n) wasn't sure she had anything to thank him for. But she wanted to keep the peace and be civil, it wouldn't do well starting an argument this early in the morning, and he hadn't technically done anything wrong.

"It's (Y/n), right?"

She nodded, trying to smile as she placed all three drinks down on the counter beside her. She pushed her hip into the cupboard and crossed her arms over her chest. She recognised his face. He was called Darren. They didn't really work closely together, he seemed to be on most of her opposite shifts, they didn't see much of each other.

"You're Buck's girlfriend, aren't you?" He gripped the counter while he stuffed his other hand into his pocket and leaned to the left with one leg crossed over the other. There was something about his smile that made (Y/n) feel on edge but she didn't know why.

"Yeah… I'd best go find him."

She pinned two bottles in the crook of her elbow and grabbed her own drink before she went to walk past him.

"Or are you Eddie's girl?"

The way he said that made (Y/n)'s blood run cold and fizzle down to her toes. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded already. She didn't want to have this conversation. His tone was crude and his smile was sickly, he was looking for some sort of argument or a way to tease and prod at her.

(Y/n), Eddie and Evan had all been lucky so far. No one at the station had made one remark about any of them being in a poly relationship. No one cared. They didn't tut or laugh or tease them or make any sort of crude comments. Bobby was thrilled for all of them and Hen and Chimney were accepting and treated it as if it were such a normal thing around here.

No one else in the station cared or made a scene. (Y/n) thought they had done so well not to have any controversy or any looks or remarks.

Darren had never said anything to (Y/n) before. He barely spoke to her when she was on shift with him, they seemed to move in different circles. So why was he bothering with her now?

"I'm gonna go," There was no way (Y/n) was hanging around Darren when he was looking down at her like that.

When he clamped his hand down on the counter in front of her to act as a barrier in her path, (Y/n) frowned. She took a deep breath, kept her back straight and rammed her side into his arm with enough force to knock him back. She bypassed him and turned the corner with her head held high and a fluttering of panic burning away like an ember in her chest.

Darren had other plans.

Both his hands clamped down on (Y/n)'s hips tight enough to leave imprints and he spun her round and pushed her until her back clashed into the fridge.

She choked on her breath, feeling like her lungs had been shocked into a restart as pain jolted down her spine and along the back of her neck. Her arms bashed out in front of her, dropping all the plastic bottles down to their feet with a clatter but she didn't care.

Her arms crossed in front of her and she thrust them into his chest to push him back but he rammed his knee into the fridge between her thighs to pin her in place.

"Get off! What the Hell are you doing?!" (Y/n) couldn't hide the panic from her voice.

She'd never been in a situation like this before.

A few people had catcalled her over the years, some had been handsy or frisky when she went out to night clubs, but no one had ever actually grabbed her or tried to pin her up like this. He was mad. He had to have a screw loose to be doing this. They were colleagues. They were on shift, it wasn't like they were in a bar or a dark street. Anyone could come up the stairs and see what Darren was doing.

Maybe that was what he wanted. Maybe he wanted to embarrass (Y/n) or have one of the boys to see so he could pretend she was trying to come onto him. Whatever he was doing, he was certainly going to make an enemy of (Y/n) whether this was a joke or not.

(Y/n)'s pupils blew wide and her heart dropped down to her stomach so fast she felt like she had fallen through the floor when Darren grabbed her. One hand stayed on her hip but his other hand suddenly pinched (Y/n)'s jaw in his harsh, cold grip.

He squeezed his fingers into her cheeks and tilted her head up so he could leer over her with a sickening smirk.

"This is what you're into, isn't it? You're balling every guy in the station. Don't you want me too?"

He leaned down close enough so (Y/n) could smell the toothpaste on his breath and see the white flecks lingering at the corners of his mouth. When it looked like he was about to move in to kiss her, (Y/n) fought in his grip until she could wrench her head to the side. She wouldn't look at him. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

With his knee pinned between her thighs, it gave (Y/n) the angle to suddenly jolt her leg up and smash her knee into his groin. It was enough to loosen his grip on her jaw when he doubled over and spat a few curse words her way.

Her eyes snapped closed and she cried out when he slammed her head back into the fridge.

(Y/n) kept her arms crossed and thrust them down on his shoulders, forcing him back until she could stumble forwards and push him down onto his back. She ran, doubled over with one hand cradling the back of her head and her other arm around her stomach to try and tell herself to breathe and calm down and stop panicking.

"S-stay the fuck away from me!" (Y/n) spat down towards him, trying to keep her voice quiet in case anyone was close enough to hear them. She didn't want to cause a scene.

She couldn't tell anyone what he'd done. Telling Bobby would spark an internal investigation because Bobby wouldn't let harrassment go unpunished in his station. And (Y/n) didn't want to cause trouble or more paperwork and have everyone know and look at her. And she couldn't tell the boys. They would lose their minds if they found out what he'd done and (Y/n) wouldn't risk them getting reprimanded for starting a fight.

Straightening up, (Y/n) bolted towards the stairs, leaving the drinks long-forgotten on the floor next to Darren.

Her feet skidded and slipped beneath her as she jolted down the stairs, clinging to the rail to stop herself from falling down on her bum. The last thing she needed was an accident or an injury after that commotion.

Her heart lit up like a fire igniting in her chest when she saw Eddie at the bottom of the stairs. He was stood just to the side of the stairs, tucking his shirt into his trousers. He'd clearly gotten changed from being in the gym earlier which was presumably where Evan still was.

"Morning babe." He pulled his trousers a bit higher up on his hips before he reached his hand out and gripped the bottom of the railing.

Eddie's eyes narrowed a little at how fast (Y/n) came speeding down the stairs and his jaw slacked when she reached out for him before her feet touched the floor. Her arms deadlocked around his neck and she crashed into him, slamming her chest into his so fast Eddie had to take a few steps back to steady the pair of them. He locked his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against the side of her head, grinning as he kissed her temple.

"I guess you both missed me last night, huh?" He mumbled quietly against her temple as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. But his smile began to fade when he realised (Y/n) was shaking against him. "Babe, everything okay?"

(Y/n) tightened her arms around Eddie's neck and burrowed her face into his neck, breathing harshly against his skin when he tried to pull back. She pressed her chest so tightly into his that she could almost feel his heartbeat pulsing through his skin.

It was hard to fight off the tears threatening to pour down her face, but they were at work. (Y/n) didn't want to cause a scene or make issues and she didn't want to cry on shift. She had to compose herself and carry on as if everything was okay.

It wasn't as if she was partnered up with Darren, she barely went out on any calls with him and she wasn't likely to in the future either. She just had to make sure she didn't bump into him around the station- and pray he wouldn't bump into the boys either. And everything would be alright.

"I missed you."

She kept her face tucked into his neck and her lips tickled his skin when she wouldn't pull away enough to speak clearly. But Eddie still heard her and he shivered when she kissed his neck.

"You're shaking because you missed me? I don't buy it. Try again."

Eddie tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s hips and leaned back until she finally lifted her head to look up at him. He could tell something wasn't quite right and she couldn't fool him. She was shaking because of something else, not because she hadn't seen Eddie since early yesterday evening.

"I felt a bit panicky, that's all. I'm okay, just needed a hug." She could see the wheels turning in his mind when his eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips. The small hum he let out showed he was a little more convinced, but not totally accepting that everything was okay.

But he was willing to let it go for now and that was all that (Y/n) needed. She reached her hand round to cup his jaw and pressed a tender, if eager, kiss to his lips that did the trick to calm them both down and make him groan. He leaned forward into the kiss and grazed his teeth over her bottom lip but he growled against her lips again when the bell sounded. He tilted his forehead into hers when they parted and dug his fingers into her hip.

"Stopped by the bell," He murmured against her lips before he turned them both around to face the truck.

Off they went.

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"You sure you're okay… you're rather quiet babe." Evan kept his voice low enough that (Y/n) barely heard his words. He hovered his lips against the side of her head and swooped his arm around her waist, reeling her into him until her back was pressed up against his chest.

He knew (Y/n) had woken up with the same level of energy as him this morning and she had seemed fine when they arrived to work. But she had barely spoken a word at the dinner table and she hadn't eaten much either. Evan didn't like it when she went quiet, it made him worry and then he would automatically fill the air because he hated silence.

"Just drifting, I guess."

She forced herself to smile and leaned her head back on Evan's shoulder, reaching her hand up so she could cup his cheek and press a tender kiss against his jaw.

She didn't feel shaky like she had this morning and being busy on shift had made her feel a lot better. But what happened this morning had dampened her mood a lot and (Y/n) felt like she had deflated. She didn't feel the energy to start a conversation or join in with the team, she just wanted to sit in silence and dwell for a while.

A grimace pulled on Evan's lips and he leaned forward to tuck his face into (Y/n)'s shoulder when the bell sounded. "At least we've had lunch," He kissed her neck and smiled as they both moved towards the stairs. He was glad they had managed to get through lunch today without rushing or gobbling food down and then feeling sick. They got to eat in peace and relax for ten minutes afterwards before the bell went off.

Evan's arm stayed looped around (Y/n)'s waist as they headed down the stairs, merged together like they were conjoined and it made (Y/n) relax. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her stomach jumped when Evan pushed further into her hips as they jogged down the stairs, but it was such a good feeling compared to the panic she had felt all morning.

Evan tilted his head back and listened to the speaker as he and (Y/n) moved to stand with the others in front of Bobby. This was a big call. A large fire was spreading through a field and catching the trees on fire. No casualties as of yet.

"I want everyone out on this call please." Bobby started pointing to divert people where he needed them. The whole station was going to be out on this one. "Hen, take the ambulance in case we have any casualties. Buck, Chim, Rhonda, head in truck one." He pointed around the floor and motioned for them to get their gear and head into the truck.

"Meet you there." Evan pecked the side of (Y/n)'s head and smiled into her skin when she squeezed his wrist before he unravelled from her and moved to grab his stuff.

"(Y/n), truck two."

She found herself nodding along, about to smile until she saw who else Bobby was motioning towards the second truck.

Oh no. Please no!

(Y/n)'s feet started to move before she knew what she was doing and she hurried over towards the locker. Her arms began to tremble as she slid them into her jacket and grabbed her helmet. Darren was going in truck two. He was going to be within close proximity of her. Why couldn't she head in the other truck with Evan? Why was Bobby doing this to her?

If (Y/n) asked someone to trade or she climbed into the other truck, someone would say she was doing it to be with Evan. She had to work alongside him, that was the agreement they all had. They could work alongside each other on shift but they couldn't always partner up or try to be together all the time. They had to work within the team, not just with each other. (Y/n) couldn't switch trucks without causing a commotion or raising questions and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Her throat began to close up and she could feel tears welling in her eyes as her body started to tremble all over. She couldn't breathe. This wasn't fair. She knew what Darren would do, he would sit as close to her as he could. He would strike up a conversation and force her to be civil and pretend he was being kind when really he would try and torment her.

Maybe if she threw up she could hang back at the station. But would anyone say something if she did? Would Darren know she was avoiding him? Could she avoid him?

A fire sparked to life in (Y/n)'s chest when her eyes landed on a familiar mop of chocolate brown hair.

Eddie!

He was making a beeline for the second truck. He would be in there with her. This was her saving grace. She could sit with Eddie or just sit opposite him because he would be enough to ward Darren away from her. He wouldn't try anything if one of her partners was in the truck with them and if he did, Eddie would notice and he wouldn't let anything slide.

Shivers rolled down (Y/n)'s spine and through to her fingertips as she started to run towards the truck. She hazardly leaned around Bobby so she could toss her helmet in the compartment before she clambered up into the truck.

Eddie was sat next to the window and there was a seat free next to him.

(Y/n) didn't waste a second. She moved across and landed down in the seat with a thump. Her hands started to shake when she coiled her belt around her chest and clipped it in, but she could feel herself relaxing already. And when Eddie looked down at her with that dopey grin and handed her a headset, (Y/n) found his smile contagious.

Her smile began to fade when she realised who had sat down next to her on her right.

That was on purpose.

Darren could have chosen any of the two seats across from her. He didn't have to plonk himself down next to her but he did because he was doing this to torment her. He was getting payback for her thumping him earlier and brushing off his horrible advances. Surely he wouldn't try anything when Eddie was right there?

(Y/n) did her level best to keep the smile on her face but she wouldn't give Darren a single glance. She shifted round in her seat so her body was turned towards Eddie just as two more colleagues piled in. They were all sat together, squashed like sardines and a steady conversation floated through the speakers when Bobby got in the driver's seat and started their journey.

Her knees tensed together and her thighs quaked from how tightly she was pressing them together. She shifted her legs a little more to the left until her knees bumped into Eddie's thigh. He was sat with one hand on his thigh and the other arm resting casually against the window like he was posing for a picture and it made (Y/n) smile again.

When she felt Darren lean her way, whether it was on purpose or not she didn't care. She leaned into Eddie until her face was nuzzled into his florescent jacket and her arms were pressing into his side.

Eddie looked away from the window and glanced down at (Y/n) with a soft smile. But when she burrowed closer into his side, he took a deep breath and tilted his head back to see who was sat next to her. The seats weren't exactly large or spacious but they weren't tiny either, she shouldn't feel squashed or hemmed in.

Something unsettled Eddie but he didn't know why. He moved his right arm up and looped it around the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders so she could lean into his chest. His hand curled around her shoulder and he glided his fingertips up and down her arm while her head pressed into his chest.

"Okay?" He murmured into the top of her hair so it wouldn't go through the speakers and catch anyone's attention.

He felt her nod into his chest and it was enough to calm him down and reassure him that she wasn't suddenly feeling panicked or scared about anything. His lips pressed to the top of her head before he went back to looking out the window while his hand rhythmically rubbed up and down her arm to keep her calm.

***

(Y/n) swiped the helmet from her head and dropped it down on the floor along with her jacket and gloves. She left them next to Hen's equipment for the time being and moved to grab the hose so she could wind it up and lock it away in the truck.

The fire had taken a while to put out.

Half the trees in the open field had caught alight and were now burnt to cinders. The grass was dead and crunched beneath their boots along with the black and grey flakes of ash on the floor. At least they had managed to put the fire out before it spread too far into the surrounding area. And they had no casualties to take care of this time which was another relief.

Sweat rolled down the back of (Y/n)'s neck and slithered beneath the collar of her shirt and she rolled her shoulders to try and get rid of the feeling. Her sweaty palms reached down for the hose and she held it in her left hand and started to slowly coil it up.

She wound it from her wrist and down around her elbow in a large circle as she walked back towards the truck. They were almost finished packing all the equipment away, then they could get back to the station.

Once the hose was locked away, (Y/n) retraced her steps and grabbed her equipment and the few other helmets that had been piled up on the floor when the fires were all out. She made her way round the back of the truck to the other side and started neatly lining everything up in the compartment. If the helmets weren't piled together and stacked carefully, nothing else would fit in the small compartment.

"Alright there?"

The helmet in (Y/n)'s hands toppled down onto her boot before it bounced off and crashed on the floor next to her.

What was he doing? Where was everyone else? Couldn't someone round the corner so Darren wouldn't dare try anything? What had (Y/n) done to upset or annoy him enough to make him try and torment her like this? How was this any fun for him?

"Fine." (Y/n) kept her tone level and her voice loud so he wouldn't think he was intimidating her at all.

She leaned down and grabbed the helmet, trying to stop her sweaty hands from trembling when she shoved the helmet back with a thud and slammed the compartment shut. She wanted to find someone else on the team- someone she trusted, and hover by them. She didn't want to be anywhere near Darren, and especially not when no one else was around.

"Where are you going?" His tone was sickly sweet and the smile on his lips looked somewhat devilish and cruel. But it was the look in his eyes that set (Y/n) on edge and made her want to back away.

When he reached out, either to grab or touch her, (Y/n) flung her arm out to bat him away as she took a few cautious steps back.

"I told you this morning, stay away from me." There was no point side-stepping this conversation when (Y/n) didn't want to speak to him. She wasn't playing nice or talking pleasantries with him, she wanted to be as far away from Darren as possible and she wasn't going to talk to him unless it was strictly necessary.

"Why? Don't you have a thing for the guys at our station?"

"What are you trying to do?" (Y/n) rose her shoulders and held her hands out at her sides as anger boiled through her. She couldn't see his point or why he was doing this, was it fun for him? Did he relish in causing problems and making her uneasy? Did he have a vendetta against her? "Or do you just like being rejected?"

She tossed the insult his way with a look of hatred burning in her eyes. If he wanted to be rejected so badly (Y/n) would keep doing it the more he tried to mess with her. She had no problem telling him to get lost and stay away if he somehow thrived off of that, but it was getting ridiculous now.

She saw him coming.

She saw the way he lunged forward the moment she insulted him and it almost made her smile. (Y/n) lashed her arm out and grabbed his wrist, twisting it away from her before she reached forward and slapped him across the face.

"You're a bastard." Her free hand reached out for the truck to steady herself while she tried to turn around and leave.

(Y/n) needed to get back near the field and out from the shadows cast by the truck and the ambulance. She was penned in behind here, hidden from plain sight with someone she didn't trust and was starting to fear. (Y/n) needed to be somewhere where the rest of the team could see her so Darren couldn't try and play these games with her anymore.

But she didn't get far before he reached out and grabbed her before she could round the back of the truck.

Her body shuddered and her arms thrashed out in front of her but it didn't do anything when Darren's hands pushed her back into the truck. But instead of grabbing her chin like he had done this morning, his hand latched around her throat. The action made tears automatically well up in (Y/n)'s eyes and her lips parted but no air came in or out of her system.

She could feel her boots scraping against the grass, leaving indents and slash marks in the mud where she tried to hold her balance and push up to somehow allow herself to breathe.

Both her hands moved to grab at his wrist and try to claw at his face but she couldn't do very much when his other hand pinned her wrist into the truck and a clatter that resounded through her ears.

Why was he doing this?

(Y/n) tried to slam her shoulders back into the truck and find the momentum to push forward and thrust her weight onto him but he had her pinned like she was glued to the truck. His fingers dug into her neck like pinchers or sharp teeth puncturing into her neck and if she had enough breath, she would have hissed at the feeling.

Tears slid down her face as her shoulders burned and thrashed back into the truck and her back slid down when her feet started to slide in the dirt.

"Isn't this what you want?" His words leered in her ear and made her shiver and (Y/n) closed her eyes as tightly as she could so she wouldn't have to see his face hovering over hers. "How rough do you like it, sleeping with the whole team?"

He wouldn't let go. He wouldn't let her breathe. Stars were dancing across her eyes and blinkering in her vision. She was going to pass out.

(Y/n) did her best to scratch her own nails up and down his exposed arm to cause him some pain and try to get him to release her or just let her breathe. Her throat was starting to burn, his fingers were crushing her windpipe like it was a plastic bottle. He was going to damage her throat he he carried on for much longer.

Stop. Stop. Stop!

"Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!" Evan's dark, clawing voice ripped through the air but (Y/n) barely heard a word he said over the static building up in her ears.

When she opened her eyes, black dots sparkled in front of her like stars twinkling in the sky and she couldn't see Darren leering in front of her anymore. Her body tensed and pushed further back into the truck and her hands let go to slam back into the truck when she felt Evan beside her. She tried to brace herself and remain calm and as still as possible so Evan could get this maniac off of her.

Evan braced one hand on Darren's shoulder and moved the other to his wrist which he twisted to the right until he felt the joint tremor and jolt beneath his touch. He ripped Darren's fingers away from (Y/n)'s throat and pushed him back until he was stumbling over his feet.

Evan spared a quick glance over at (Y/n) and his heart dropped to his stomach when she slid down the truck and landed on her bum with a thud. Her arms cocooned to her chest and she sat, gasping and coughing for air like she had been drowning.

A sheet of red clouded Evan's vision, causing his eyes to squint, his nose to scrunch up and his upper lip to curl into a rabid snarl.

When Darren tried to slam his hands into Evan's arms to get him to let go, Evan scrunched Daren's shirt in his fists and yanked him closer. He didn't think twice before he thrust his head forward and slammed his temple down into Darren's nose until he heard it crack. The pain that blinded Evan's forehead and struck down behind his eyes faded out with the adrenaline that overpowered everything else. And he watched the blood pour down from Darren's nose, finally letting go of him to watch Darren stumble backwards and cradle his nose with a howl.

(Y/n) moved her shaking hands to touch her throat that felt like it was swollen up. Her skin felt raw as if she had been set on fire and her lungs were heaving and aching in her chest, trying to scramble for as much air as she could. It left her sat on the floor, wheezing and spluttering as her chest rose and fell horribly.

"Buck- what are you doing, what's going on?"

Her eyes started to focus again when Eddie's voice rang out through the air and she managed to turn her head to see him speeding across to them with Hen and Bobby following close behind.

Had they heard the commotion? Did they hear Evan start to shout and Darren scream in pain?

Oh God, they were going to have to find out what Darren had done now. (Y/n) would have to make a statement of how he had been acting towards her. This was the last thing she wanted.

She could feel the tears pouring down her face before Eddie even got close to her. He looked perplexed, wanting to comfort her but also wanting to stop Evan from making this situation any worse. Their partner was stood leering over Darren with clenched fists and his shoulders tensed and hunched up, ready to start a brawl here in front of everyone. But Eddie had to go down on his knees next to (Y/n) because she was clearly hurt and she was sobbing, that meant she was in more need of help right now.

His hands reached out for her and he shuffled closer so he could cup her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed across her cheeks, wiping away the torrential downpour of tears that made his heart shatter.

"Sweetheart, what's happened?" Eddie kept his voice low and he dared to trace his thumb along (Y/n)'s lower lip before he held her chin and carefully tilted her head up so he could see why she was gasping so badly.

His blood ran cold when he saw the discolouration around her neck in the shape of fingerprints.

It was hard for Eddie to control the rage burning up inside of him but he did his best to stop himself from moving away or saying something he shouldn't. They were on shift and Evan had already started throwing punches by the look of things. They didn't need Eddie getting involved too.

He pressed his fingers beneath (Y/n)'s jaw and felt her pulse until her hand clamped down on his wrist and she leaned forward. She tucked her face into his neck and pressed herself as close into his chest as she could until her shaking started to make Eddie tremble too. He curled an arm around her waist and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Buck- Buck stop! That's enough!" Bobby wrapped both his arms around Evan's biceps and pinned his arms behind him. He took three steps back and dragged Evan with him after Evan pulled his knee up and smashed it into Darren's groin.

Hen moved to stand in front of him and she reached out to give Darren a nudge until he flopped back and sat down on the floor. He had blood gushing down from his broken nose, drenching the rest of his face and now he was sat groaning and whimpering. He needed to sit down before he fell down.

"What are you doing?"

"I walked round the corner and found him pinning (Y/n) to the truck by her throat! The bastard was strangling her so I taught him a lesson." Evan pulled his arms out of Bobby's grip and stumbled forward. He wasn't about to lunge into another attack but he didn't want to be restrained.

There was no way Evan would just stand there and watch someone attack his girlfriend in broad daylight, while they were on shift no less. Whatever Darren thought he was doing, he wasn't about to get away with it and if they weren't at work, Evan would have given him more than a bruised ego and a broken nose. He barely knew Darren as it was, he didn't work with him on many shifts and he didn't think (Y/n) did either. He couldn't see why he would suddenly attack her out of nowhere but Evan didn't really care why.

Nothing Darren said would explain this and he wasn't going to get away with it.

(Y/n) scrunched her fingers into Eddie's shirt and moved her head to press her face into his shoulder when his hands slid round to cup her hips. He kept his lips pressed against her head and gently lifted her up with him.

Once they were both back on their feet, Eddie nudged (Y/n) back until she was propped up against the truck and he was stood between her legs. His fingers squeezed soothingly into her hips and he tilted his head to the side, pressing his temple against the side of her head while his lips hovered over her cheek near the corner of her mouth.

"Did he do something this morning? You came downstairs in a panic… was that because of him?" Eddie kept his voice quiet as he kissed the corner of her mouth and nudged his nose against hers.

There had to be more to it than this. Darren couldn't just attack (Y/n) out of the blue, he had to have a reason no matter how stupid it was. And Eddie refused to believe something hadn't been wrong this morning when (Y/n) was almost slipping into a panic attack.

Coupled with the way he'd seen her burrow into his side in the truck to distance herself from Darren cemented everything in his mind.

"Sweetheart, tell me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes and slid her hands up Eddie's chest to cup his neck. She tried to stop her breathing from running away without her but it was hard when the shaking wouldn't subside and her chest felt like it was restarting itself. She knew she would have to explain. She couldn't hide this from them and Bobby would need an explanation soon for a report about all of this.

Her nose brushed against Eddie's cheek as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "He cornered me in the kitchen, he t… he tried to pin me up… said I was fucking half the station."

(Y/n)'s blood ran cold when Eddie tensed up against her like he was turning to stone before her eyes.

A jolt ran down her spine when Eddie smashed his fist into the side of the truck and turned around so quickly (Y/n) barely saw him move. Her heart jumped up into her throat while a stone set deep in her stomach. She stumbled forward, reaching her hands out to latch them around Eddie's bicep and pull him back before he had chance to get near Darren. She couldn't be the cause of any more fights or arguments.

"Eddie no-"

"He tried it on this morning! The jealous little prick tried to hurt her this morning too."

"She was asking for it."

(Y/n) pushed herself into Eddie's back and pressed her face into the back of his shoulder, keeping her arms tightly bound around his bicep. She felt his hand reach back to clamp down on her hip, making sure she stayed behind him and so he could ground himself to her so he didn't go and start a fight he desperately wanted to win.

"You'd better shut up before I break your neck!" Evan shook off Bobby's hold when he tried to reach out for him again. It was Darren they needed to restrain, not Evan.

He turned his back on the man sat on the floor, coughing and spewing up blood that was pouring down from his nose. He made a beeline over for his partners despite the fury burning deep within his eyes and the blood rushing along his neck to taint his face.

"Enough! Hen, take him back to the station in the ambulance, I'll deal with your disciplinary action when we get back. You three, in the truck please before I have to write you up too." Bobby didn't want to have to do any more paperwork than necessary and he wasn't going to tell Evan off when he was defending his partner. But he couldn't have them fighting any more than this.

"Are you alright?" Evan ran his hands up and down (Y/n)'s arms and kissed the back of her head while she loosened her grip on Eddie's arm so he could turn around and face them both.

She found herself nodding but neither of them believed her. (Y/n) wasn't even sure she believed herself.

Her throat was killing and throbbing and aching and it felt like her neck had been stretched. Her chest was still shuddering and quaking and her heart was battering in her chest like it was about to give out.

(Y/n) let herself sink back into Evan's chest while Eddie went back to cupping her hips and leaned over so he could kiss her temple.

"Don't worry, he won't dare come anywhere near you again. I'll break his legs if he does."

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deathbxnny · 2 months

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Alright! Here it is!

Can i request the Hashiras (Kyojuro, Giyuu, and Sanemi) reacting to their s/o reader giving him a lock of their hair to him? Historically, giving a lock of one's hair to someone has been considered a sign of love and devotion, especially before an impending parting. So what if the reader is giving their lock of hair bc they know their lover will be on a particular long mission.

I hope this is a good request to start of your return. Also yeah, i’ve been doing well! Although i cant lie im not worried on some stuff (Chainsaw man’s new chapters worries me, also did you know that Reze’s arc will get a movie and idk if im ready for the heartbreak T.T)

But regardless of that, hope you have a good day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello there, Flower Anon! Thank you for your cute request, I love it so much! And yeah, I'm getting very worried over Dennis myself and have heard about the movie. I'm actually a manga only reader for CSM and will probably not watch it, because the heartbreak was bad the first time, but it's cool to hear about! Also, I'm glad you're doing well otherwise and hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Small angst, fluff, Reader is not a demon slayer, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

☆Rengoku Kyojuro☆

Kyojuro, despite his passion for his work, hated leaving you behind for longer missions. He knew it hurted you more than any wound could ever hurt him and yet, the call of a crow meant his next departure was near. He tried dragging it out for as long as he could, showering you in affection and making sure you're well taken care of whilst he's gone. But eventually, you two found yourself standing at the estate's gates together once more.

He frowned at your teary gaze, when you suddenly held out something to him. "Oh!" He blinked, noting with ease that it was a lock of your hair, wrapped in a red ribbon. He chuckled, as he grabbed it carefully and made sure you saw the way he pinned it to the inside of his haori, right over his heart. He felt an even stronger fire burn through him, his heart full and heavy with his love for you. It was the first time, he ever considered abandoning his duties just to stay with you for a while longer.

But the impatient call of a crow made him refrain only barely and sigh. He put on a wide smile, a kiss pressed to your lips, before he finally turned and began leaving. He waved to you, the sun setting and making his bright eyes shine for you.

"Thank you for this beautiful gift, my love! I'm bound to come home even faster now, with you even close to my heart!"

☆Tomioka Giyuu☆

Giyuu sighed to himself in defeat, when the crow told him about his next mission. He didn't want to leave the peace he had for the last three weeks with you. But duty calls, despite him wishing it would just stop already. He moved slowly, his hands calmly fastening his Nichirin swords to his waist, dark blue eyes meeting your solemn and sad one's. He knew, that you didn't want him to leave either.

You got closer to him then, your hands replacing his, as you began helping him. It's what you often did before his departures, a way of spending time with him for one last time, just in case it took longer than it should. It was a grim reality you two didn't like facing, but reality kept you from getting too far away.

Giyuu's eyes widened ever so slightly when you suddenly tied a small charm to one of his swords. But on further inspection, he realised that a lock of your hair was attached to it. He looked up at you, but you didn't meet his gaze, perhaps out of fear of crying the moment you did.

His hand grasped yours once you were done, his lips pressing against them in a silent thank you. His heart warmed at your gesture, despite him not fully showing it. There was hesitation in the way he let go of you afterwards, but the soft words he spoke, before departing at last, said enough, even if not alot.

"I'll return to you."

☆Shinazugawa Sanemi☆

Sanemi was in a frustrated hurry to get ready, his hands quick to grab all necessary gear and clothing items for his immideate need to leave. There was an emergency mission in a far away village and he had to be there, much to his secret dismay. He had just come back from a longer mission two weeks ago and now he's forced to leave you again? He hated it, you ofcourse did as well, despite never voicing it.

He hissed out a string of curses, when he couldn't find his Haori, until you suddenly appeared next to him with it in hand. He gave you a thankful nod, as you helped him put it on, but also slipped something into his hand, whilst he finally left in a hurry, which he shoved into his pocket quickly. Thankfully he was able to steal a kiss on his way out, secretly noting to spoil you once back ofcourse.

He only looked at what you gave him, when he finally had the time to take a break. His hand reached into his Haori, humming in confusion at the sight of a silver locket. Carefully opening it, he froze when he saw a lock of your hair. Scarred fingers carefully reached to brush against it, before he sighed and shook his head.

He missed you.

Getting up, he felt restless and frustrated again, as he gathered up his things once more. He needed to get this mission over with. He can take a break, once he's in your arms again. Pushing the locket back into his pocket, he continued on his way, motivated for his need for you.

"I'm going to personally send that damned demon back to hell for you, I swear it..."

Thank you again for the great request, Flower Anon! I absolutely loved writing this and hope you enjoyed it too!<33

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house-of-daena · 8 months

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im, im so normal I, male lactation, i need, more. need to get my grimy little boy hands on a guys boobs right now.

uhh male lactation with Dottore if you’d be up for it, preferably male reader but could be gn! Imagine he does an experiment that goes wrong.

Not sure if your requests are full or you wouldn’t want to write something like this, haha. Feel free if delete this if you’re not up for it, thank you in advance, I hope you have a good day!! Sorry if this is so ramble-y or hard to read.

[📺 tv guy from a while ago, you probably know who i am, i’ve been in ur notifs quite a bit haha]

lab experiment gone wrong [dottore x gn.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, dubcon(?), dottore is strapped on a bed, lactation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight feminization, spanking (only once), degradation (in a sense where you're talking to him as if he's just a test subject), humiliation, some graphic descriptions, syringes, tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ im pretty sure ik who u r and ive sent u a rq so consider this as an equal trade for that 😉 ik i said imma write succubus baizhu first but yeah, my love for dottore won... it was planned to be shorter but idk what happened,, tell me if this one got boring im in tears 😰 rqs r still open btw꒱

everything quickly went by as a blur.

one moment he was in his laboratory, concocting something with chemicals he doesn't remember anymore, before he accidentally dropped the vial, and it splashed right onto his shirt. it seeped through his clothes, the cool liquid touching his chest—then he woke up, strapped on a bed.

alarmed at his state, he thrashed his body against the leather straps, squinting at the operating light that hung directly above his head. he recognizes the room he is currently in; an operating room where he has done most of his experiments. his jaw clenched as his hands closed into fists. who ever dared to try to capture him in his own—

"good, you're awake." dottore's eyes immediately landed on you, his body frozen. your voice echoing at the empty expanse of the room as you walked toward the bed, footsteps loud against the tiled floor, accompanying the silent buzz of machinery. "sleep well? how do you feel?"

now that his initial shock has subsided at the mere sight of you, dottore began to notice a couple of things.

for starters, he was stark naked.

no wonder why his body continued to shudder, no matter how hard he tried to stop it, his skin crawled against the cool metal he lay on. the bed was covered with a thin, white sheet—it was sterile, for once. the leather straps were soft where they met his skin, cyan colored silk that matched his hair was meticulously stitched onto the belt to make sure it didn't irritate the sensitive scars that littered his body. compared to the test subjects that entered this room, he was being treated carefully, while others were tied up with rusting chains instead.

and while he could understand why you've cleaned up the usually dirty room, caked with blood and filth (he was your lover, after all), he doesn't get why he has a gag on his mouth. will your procedure make him scream? his heart skips a beat at the thought.

and you? you were completely covered, compared to his naked self. it made his cheeks burn at the realization, especially when you were dressed as if you were about to perform surgery on him. you wore a lab coat, his in particular, and underneath, you wore your regular fatui clothing. a surgical mask covered half of your face, though he could tell by the wrinkles that formed at the corners of your eyes, and a twinkle that only spoke of mischief that you were grinning widely as you wore gloves, latex slapping against skin.

your fingers card through his hair, caressing his cheek, cooing whilst you looked down on him, both loving and condescending. he felt a chill run down his spine when you looked at him like that—as if he was just a test subject, awaiting whatever you had prepared to do to his body. his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped when you leaned down, lips ghosting over his teasingly. "you gave me quite the scare there," you whispered, and though the contrast of power between you was evident, the enjoyment, the thrill coursing through your veins seeing him so powerless, your voice was laced with worry over him. "imagine my surprise to see you all sprawled out on the floor with shattered glass all over you..."

at this point, dottore can safely assume his experiment, though still in development, was an utter failure. it served a purpose far from his vision, and that is why he was here, strapped on a bed with you overseeing his wellbeing. "though, you are completely safe from harm, i still want to run some tests. just to make sure." your hot breath, through the material of the mask and into his ear, made his skin tingle, and he nodded in agreement. your smile returned and your eyes brightened. "good,"

it was when the pad of your palms pressed against his pectorals that he finally realized his little accident had interesting side effects on his body. his jolted at the sudden touch, eliciting a muffled moan from his lips, and his chest burned with a familiar heat that was slowly spreading all over his body. his teeth dug into the gag in his mouth, squirming against the straps all over his body as you kept squeezing his pecs.

he felt something wet on his chest, and upon raising his head to see what it was, his face visibly reddened when he saw his nipples oozing out a peculiar white liquid that he could guess was milk.

he was lactating. how humiliating.

you hummed as you observed his body, paying no heed to his muffled protests when you kept touching him, tweaking and pinching his hardened nipples that endlessly leaked out milk, trickling down the curves of his puffy chest and sliding down to his quivering stomach. he failed to realize how hard he was until he saw his throbbing cock twitching and drooling almost as much as his breasts were.

normally, he could handle simple touches on his body whenever you were about to fuck him. he had to, lest you'll have to cut the foreplay short. but it was nearly unbearable how his body reacted to your touch, he couldn't imagine if you were to remove your gloves. perhaps it was because of the serum, or he was strapped onto a bed, unable to move or grab onto something, that he felt a lot more than usual.

your fingers were searing hot against his body, especially his chest. it tingled so deliciously when your blunt nails grazed his skin through the gloves. and when you flicked his tip, his cockhead spurted out more of his pre onto your gloves, playing with the sticky substance. it made you chuckle mockingly at him. his chest felt heavy, and it ached so fucking bad. it was so painful yet so good. gods, he wanted more, he needed more. he needs you to keep touching him, to milk him until he's emptied out.

if only he didn't have the gag on his mouth, he would've already begged for you, eyes full of hazy lust, chest heaving erratically at each breath.

all the while your eyes observed his body, wide and watching akin to a hawk's. it examined each reaction his body makes—each time he bucks his hips up in the air, thrusting at nothing as he grew desperate for friction, his nipples oozing copious amounts of glistening milk, each deep breath he had to take to breathe, his unfocused eyes, the drool that dribbled down his chin—everything.

it made him feel so weak before you. so small and vulnerable, like prey ready to be eaten by a beastly predator.

but you pull your hands away before he can even reach the brink of his high, his head falling back onto the pillow you've put just for him, and you take a step back. you grabbed something from the table beside you. you put it near his head, and pressed a button, the grin behind your mask grew.

"audio log #42,"

there was a brief pause in the air, dottore's muffled pants reverberating across the room. before outraged thrashing and kicking made the bed shake, almost making your recording device drop onto the floor. your eyes darkened, and your hand harshly struck his inner thigh, the slap so loud it made his ears ring. dottore's body twitched at the slap, his skin stung at the impact and thighs trembling but it easily reduced him to just squirm and whimper, though sharp eyes glared at you.

"it seems like the high and mighty il dottore has made a mistake inside his laboratory, ultimately inflicting him along with it." the tone of your voice was nothing short of mocking, a silent laugh slipping past your lips with your poor attempt to conceal it, "there isn't something to be ashamed upon making mistakes. however, the doctor has put himself in a rather... shameful predicament." you eye him for a moment, before you laugh once more.

dottore grits his teeth against the gag, his body beyond thrilled at how you spoke to him as if he was nothing more than a test subject ready to be experimented on. he kept squirming against the straps, his cock smearing precum all over his abdomen, mixing with the milk that had pooled on his tummy.

you had barely done anything, and he was already so riled up. you tilted your head at the pathetic display, and all dottore wanted to do was to shrivel up and hide from your degrading gaze. your eyes had a sadistic gleam in them when you grabbed a clipboard and began to read, proceeding with your 'documentation'. "it is a good thing the doctor has left notes and files about his recent research, it seems that..." you rambled onto the recorder, pacing back and forth as you recount all the ingredients he has added into the serum, explaining each of its composition and insight of his procedure.

dottore, try as he might, can't bring himself to focus hard enough to listen to your words as you try to find a solution. your words were nothing but pleasant background noise, his mind slowly fading in and out into a soft buzz. he tugs at the straps around his chest, tighter than the rest of his body. how cruel of you to take advantage of his weakness.

his body yearned for your touch, growing restless at your negligence, his nails clawing at the thin sheet beneath him, swallowing the spit that gathered in his mouth. his glare hardened when you only glanced at him, eyes full of mirth. you were enjoying every single second of this, and dottore swears you will pay for this utter humiliation you're making him go through.

finally, you put down the clipboard and moved close to him again. the entertained spark had vanished in your eyes and was replaced with something more serious, analytical, and cold. his face flushes at how his cock jumps just by your calculating gaze, cursing at himself.

your hands applied pressure on spots that you knew he was sensitive to, and heavy milk just oozed out of his swollen nipples. and when you intentionally pinched them hard, it squirted out milk onto your face and to your clothes. a bewildered chuckle leaves your lips when you see him look away, his face completely red.

"his pectorals have become engorged, effects akin to pregnancy, and it has been excessively leaking with breast milk without a rest." he whimpers helplessly as you continue to play with his nipples, squeezing and rubbing his poor sensitive buds, his body shaking the more you tease them. he keens when you press them hard, and you watch his body shudder as he throws his head back. you longed to hear him make those obscene sounds you adore, but you weren't done recording such an important documentation.

"his nipples have become oversensitive to simple touch. perhaps the serum the doctor made has intensified the effects of pregnancy and the production of certain hormones that even affect the male anatomy, as well as enhancing his perception of stimuli." you rubbed your chin and hummed whilst you thought, completely ignoring the tears that began to roll down his cheeks when you pull away again and pleading pitiably through the gag. "it is highly likely that it is the case. archons know how a serum used to enhance the fatuus to perform better turned into an aphrodisiac." you teased, your finger giving his poor neglected cock a sliver of attention, stroking his shaft, barely touching it, but it still throbbed from the pleasure, twitching and growing even harder.

you grabbed a small flashlight and examined his eyes. he could barely follow your words, blinking dumbly when you pulled away. "his pupils are dilated, and his behavior indicates that... the doctor isn't his usual self," you laugh, shoulders shaking, "how adorable!" and he quivers, from the cold or from the excitement, he doesn't know which.

"to further investigate the subject's condition, i'll have to collect a fair amount of the milk he's begun secreting." despite dottore being so lost in his aching desire to just be touched by you, body begging for relief, his eyes went wide at your words, meeting your eager ones. he could see how wicked your grin through the mask as you held what it seems to be breast pumps in your hands, a contraption used for lactation with women. dottore began thrashing again, his pride, long shattered ever since he had let himself be so submissive to you, still making its stand. as a fatui harbinger, he just cannot accept this! and for you to record it? gods, you will never live this down if he allows this.

where did you even get such a thing, anyway!? do you just have it lying around for an opportunity like this?

he glares at you again, shouting profanities and tugging on the straps to release himself from the restraints, but everything falls on deaf ears as you push his body down against the metal surface, a cackle bubbling from your chest and sending chills down his spine. easily, you attached the cups onto his chest, and cusped around his perky buds.

grabbing his chin between your pointer and your thumb, you lift it upwards to keep his pretty eyes on you, shimmering crimson with glittering lashes from his tears, sharp and deadly. though, you could only see the sheer desperation in his eyes, soft whines, and begging you to just spare him.

hah! as if your darling deserves any mercy. you merely cooed at him, before you took out a remote and pressed a button. the device spurred to life, and it began to automatically squeeze and pump his tits, making dottore roll his eyes back and arch his back, straining against the leather straps that held him back. he mewls when the pump milks his puffy breasts violently, sucking and kneading until his skin starts to bruise. it was maddening, endlessly tugging on his nipples, trying to get all of his milk as it pours and pours into the glass container.

his body was convulsing, writhing from the pleasurable bliss that never stops, a paradise within hell. his vision was blurred from his tears, and he began to see stars when your hand, free from your gloves, began to tug on his painfully erect cock. you squeezed it as much as the breast pumps did, eliciting a muffled cry as he bit hard onto the gag, sharp teeth leaving indents on the plastic material.

even if he came, you didn't stop, fingers rubbing his sensitive cockhead and picking up the pace. it was like he was constantly high above the clouds, burning hotter and hotter. his body spasms at each orgasm you wring out from him, his mind so lost that he can't even think anymore. what are you milking him for? his cum or for his milk? he doesn't know at this point, you just did what you pleased on his body.

and he didn't care, he was stuck in an endless loop of euphoria that he barely registered that faint prick of pain right above his hip bone. dazed eyes manage to look at you, confused, only to laugh at him. "curious?" you ask, your voice echoing inside his head, whimpering as he nods, "oh, just your serum i had recreated while you were asleep."

dottore was too far gone to properly react to what you had said, only squeezing his eyes shut as you took another shot of the serum and injected it into one of his pectorals. he was babbling against the gag in his mouth, choking on his own spit as his body burns with more ardent need, more intense than before. he felt his cock swell, so warm in your hand and drooling with his arousal, while his tits felt like it was on fire.

all he knows is that this was so addicting—the pleasure, the pain, he doesn't want it to stop. he wants you to keep milking him, to plunge your cock inside his hole and fuck him to your heart's content. you were treating him like a mere experiment, with no regard for him, only for the results. he fucking loves the feeling, tied down, helpless, surrendering his everything to you.

but perhaps that was just the serum reforming his thoughts.

his hips, taut against the air as he ruts into your fist, while your other hand takes off the glass container connected to the pump and replaces it with another. eyeing the milk that sloshed back and forth in your hand. pulling down your mask, you took a sip, gulping it down until the container was empty. licking your lips, refreshed and satisfied, you shot him a wolfish grin when you saw him watching you drink his milk.

"the milk produced by the lovely doctor tasted very sweet. better than any dairy produce i have ever drank by far," he looked proud at your statement, dumbly smiling as his head lolls to the side. "i'll have to run a few more tests before i begin working on a reverse serum."

dottore's body ached, worn out. he doesn't know how long since you've begun toying with him, letting him experience pleasure again and again until he's completely lost his mind. he was trembling, shakily breathing in between his pitiful moans. he lets out a scream, curling his toes and tossing his head back onto the pillow as he cums again, spurting it all over your hand and onto your clothes, but you paid no mind, only moving your hand even faster.

you tilted your head as you watched dottore crumble in your hands. he was so fun to mess with, so easily broken, such a slut for anything you do to him and his body. you tutted, your other hand cupping his cheek, affectionately caressing it, and he sobs.

"or perhaps i'll merely settle with milking dottore dry." your eyes sparkle when he leans his head onto your hand, his drool pooling onto your palm. his eyes screamed yes! more, please! at you, and you laughed, pressing a loving kiss on his forehead. "it's a more fun solution, is it not? don't worry, my love, i'll take good care of you.

end of audio log #42."

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httpiastri · 4 months

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hi hii, congratulations on 1.5k <33 could i request a santa tell me with friends to lovers!lando and the prompts pulling them in by their tie, face squishing and “can you call me that again?” if you get the vibe im going for, you’re actually amazing!!

(originally i wanted to request for mick but then i realised you didn’t write for him 😕)

hello love! thank you!! <3 okay so i did do this for mick, hope that's okay. i was thinking kinda haas&childhood friend!mick and teammate!reader. also, i combined this with another request, so i decided to take out the face squishing.... hope you enjoy!! 💓

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you and mick were supposed to meet up in the hotel lobby fifteen minutes ago, so that you could go to the team dinner together. but he never showed up, which kind of worries you – he isn't usually late like this.

it's even more worrying that he isn't opening it, or even making an effort to let you know that he's alive, when you bang on his door.

luckily for you, you and mick always exchange key cards in case of an emergency. it's something you've done since you started racing together as teenagers – half for the humor in waking the other in the middle of the night, half for actual emergencies – and for the first time in a while, the key comes in handy.

"mick, we were supposed to leave like fifteen minutes ago," you say the second you storm into his room, seeing that he's alive and clearly well. his broad back facing you as he stands in front of a mirror. "aren't you done?"

he slowly turns around, an exhausted look on his face. "i can't..." a groan slips past his lips, and when your eyes wander down from his face to his hands, you suddenly understand the reason behind his delay. an undone tie hangs loosely over his shoulders, mick's fingers holding onto the material.

"do you seriously not know how to tie a tie?" you ask, shaking your head as you step towards him. "here, let me."

he lets out a breath of relief when you reach for the fabric, visibly relaxing as you get to work. "i usually wear a bowtie, you know."

"mhm. that's a great excuse for not knowing basic etiquette." the tie is done in seconds, and you pat his shoulder to let him know. "all done, sweetheart."

the moment the pet name slips past your lips, you freeze.

you hadn't intended to say it, it just happened. maybe you've been thinking of him as your sweetheart in your mind too much that it felt natural to say it. either way, there's no going back now – all you can do is try to pretend like it never happened.

you hadn't realized until now how close you're standing; the proximity is killing you. his gaze burns through you and you can practically feel the heat from his body, contributing to your increasingly red cheeks. you step back, turning your head towards the bed as you speak up again. "so... are you ready, then?"

"is that like a friendly nickname?" mick's voice is usually like music to your ears, but right now, you wish he just hadn't said anything. "or..."

what is he thinking? is he serious? unfortunately, you don't quite think through your next words, either, again just speaking on instinct. "yeah, i just go around casually calling all of my friends sweetheart."

your words are dripping with sarcasm – and yet, he apparently doesn't notice. you look back at him just in time to catch how something about his demeanor changes; he looks down at the floor with a slight nod of his head, his lips pressed into a straight line. "okay..."

"are you stupid or something?" his eyebrows shoot up as he stares at you.

how is he not getting this?

you shake your head, sighing in frustration. you've already gone this far, you've already screwed up, so you can't possibly make anything worse now, right? "i don't call just anyone sweetheart. it's-" you take a deep breath. "we should really get going, mick."

just as you turn towards the door, his hand reaches for your hip, pulling you back to his body. suddenly, your body is almost pressed up against his, with both of his hands holding onto your sides. mick's gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and then something in him must've just said fuck it, because he leans down to you, sealing his lips with yours.

it takes a few moments before your mind connects the dots and reacts to his kiss, but when you do, you kiss him back instantly. it's not a long kiss, but the surprise of it has you gasping when he pulls away. the two of you just watch each other for a second, before matching sets of grins appear on your faces.

"can you call me that again?" his voice is lower than before, almost cautious, but it doesn't take long before you react.

you tilt your head, your hand coming up to wrap around his tie. "sweetheart," you coo before pulling him down to you again by his tie, pressing your mouth to his. "my sweetheart mick."

your last words are spoken against his lips, not wanting to part for even a second. you've dreamed of this moment for so many years, and now that you're finally here, the last thing you want is to let it slip through your fingers.

but the outside world, including your whole team, is still waiting on you on the other side of those doors. unwillingly, you part from the kiss, blinking up at him. "this was great and all, but-" you pause when you make contact with his big, blue eyes, easily getting lost in them and trailing off. "we really should get going now, mick..."

"ah, yes." there's a nod of his head and he smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead. "we will definitely talk about this later, though?"

"definitely. maybe even a repeat..."

"not just maybe. surely."

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gummydummy19 · 10 months

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A year in apartment 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: (every chapter will have separate tags so please read those too!) fluff, angst, smut (holy trinity), grumpy Sy, roommates to lovers, semi-slow burn, jealousy,...

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

apartment 6B floorplan

Month one (May): Moving into 6B

After finding your dream apartment in the paper, you decide to take the change and move in.

Month two (June): What dreams are made of

You have a very interesting dream about Syverson...

Month three (July): Letters to Juliet

You decide to write a letter to Syverson

Month four (August): Laundry day

You've been so caught up with work and stuff that you've gotten behind on your laundry....maybe you can borrow something from Sy's closet? just this once? What he doesn't know can't kill him, right?

Month five (September): Early bird

Sy comes home from his tour early.

Month six (October): Army nurse

Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.

Month seven (November): shower me with love (coming soon)

Sometimes, a cold shower is needed.

Month eight (December): Sticky fingers (coming soon)

Sy notices some of his hoodies have gone missing. What on earth could you be doing with all those hoodies?...

Month nine (January): Night owl (Sy's POV)(coming soon)

Sy went out for drinks with his friends and comes home late.

Month ten (February): Date night (coming soon)

Your neighbor Mason from the apartment above you asked you out on a date...

Month eleven (March): baby, please don't go (coming soon)

Tension gets high in apartment 6B

Month twelve (April): a year in apartment 6B (coming soon)

It's been a year since you moved in and a lot has changed...

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thelov3lybookworm · 6 months

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Remember Me? (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: I promise feyfey is going to leave rhysie. i promise. she just needs a lil bit of time to think things through.

also, im thinking of making the next chapter feyre's pov, and that is why this part was short 😅

Anyways, dont kill me please, and enjoy!

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Y/n watched as Feyre trembled, her hands wrapped around the small paper cup, the melting ice cream now all but a milkshake.

She seemed to be deep in thought, and her trembling increased. Y/n hoped it was a tremble of rage and not despair.

It was just Feyre and Y/n at the table, Eris having taken the two little boys with him to another table so they could have, as they called it, boys time.

Just the thought threatened to make Y/n smile.

But she suppressed it, as it really was not a good time to laugh. Because her friend next to her was quite literally having a mental breakdown.

But still, she decided to peek at where the three males were sitting near the back of the shop while waiting for Feyre to collect her thoughts, and it became harder to suppress that smile.

There, she found the two little boys gesturing wildly with their hands, their faces covered with the ice cream, and Eris laughed, a quiet joy in his face. He reached out to wipe a little bit of ice cream from Nyx's face, nodding to something the younger boy said.

Then, as if feeling her gaze on him, he looked up.

The world ceased to exist around Y/n as she met his eyes. The sounds or people around her didn't matter, for some reason.

Eris was as still as the wall behind him, and he barely seemed to breathe.

But then Y/n felt a touch on her hand, and she jolted, looking away from Eris as the outside world came back into focus.

Her cheeks burned as she met the watery eyes of Feyre.

"Are you listening?" Feyre sniffed.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Oh. I am so sorry. I zoned out. Can you repeat what you said?"

She sniffed again. "I- I don't know if I can leave him..."

Y/n stiffened. "Why not?"

Feyre's eyes floated towards the back, where Nyx was sat with Fin and Eris. "He... he needs his father."

"He needs no one other than you Feyre. You are his mother."

She nodded slightly, her eyes not once straying from her son. "I know... but he knows who his father is, unlike Fin. He will question me about why we are leaving his papa. I don't think I'll be able to leave Rhys. He is the one that pays me, and despite having my own money... I'm not sure I can use my money outside of night court. Where will I go?"

Y/n's heart clenched at the sheer pain etched across the high lady of night court. "Feyre... you can come with us." Y/n offered. "Fin and I will obviously live all alone. You can live with us."

Feyre shook her head ruefully. "I can't leave him Y/n, especially not on such a short notice."

Y/n heaved a frustrated breath. "Feyre. Think about Nyx. If Rhysand was ready to throw you and Nyx away for an unclear future with a son he barely knew, them I'm really concerned for Nyx. You never know when Rhys decided he's done with you and kicks you out. His mental state is not the best at the moment."

A tear slipped out of Feyre's eyes, and she dropped her head into her hands. "I don't know what to do." She said, her voice muffled.

Y/n felt like she had somehow caused Feyre this pain, and she felt the need to take away that pain. And so she relented, stopped pestering Feyre to leave Rhys.

"Look Feyre, you are Nyx's mother. You know what's best for him. If you need time, then take some time. Think about this if you want. But leave him Feyre. He does not deserve you or Nyx. Also, if you're worried about funds..."

Y/n could not offer to take up the high lady's expenses, because it was hard enough earning and spending for her own son. She didn't have the resources to help another person. But she also could not leave her friend and, essentially, her son's brother, here.

"If you are worried about the funds, then I am sure we can figure something out. We can take up jobs, or maybe we can sell your paintings."

Feyre met Y/n's eyes, tears shining in them.

"I need time." She stated simply. She sniffed once, pulling out a piece of cloth from her bag and wiping her face on it as she stood. Y/n watched Feyre helplessly, knowing she didn't have much time because the sun was beginning to set and Eris had to get out of night court soon.

Y/n stood as well, her hand snapping out to catch Feyre's.

"I can't force you to come with us but... I beg you Feyre. Think about this. And when you are ready, write to me. I will ask Eris to make arrangements for your safe travel to autumn court."

Feyre just nodded, blinking away a fresh wave of tears as she brought Y/n into a quick hug, then walked away, calling out to Nyx. The little boy turned to his mom with a small pout on his face, but then whatever he saw on her face had him bidding Fin and Eris goodbye.

He waddled over to his mother, waving to Y/n as he reached up to clutch Feyre's hand in his tinier one.

Y/n watched the two of them go, despair brewing in her stomach.

"It's time."

She glanced at Eris, who smiled sadly at her.

Y/n nodded, turnng back to catch a glimpse of her fried and her son.

But they were gone.

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Part 9

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seeingivy · 8 months

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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working at a badly funded and poorly run homeless hostel for over a year has taught me a lot but reassuringly solified my belief in compassion. we have some real dickheads here who have done terrible things (theyre in the minority) and witnessing that ive still never thought for a second that theyre undeserving of shelter, food, amneties and access to second chances. which is not anything someone should pat themselves on the back for but its really disappointing when some coworkers make comments like they dont.

the real problem seems to be that for our council, and society at large, as long as theyre not on the street and not in sight, thats as far as their issue with it seems to go. they want you off the street, but thats it. theres this insane cognitive dissonance where youre either a 'good' homeless person just in need of a leg up or a 'bad' homeless person who gets cycled around the system with little hope, as long as youre not in public view, as long as youre more or less kept alive. staffing is so important. ive worked two quite different places now but here the morale is so low. the turnaround is so high. support workers here are assigned about 20 clients per person when really you can only support around up to 5 responsibly. the building is full but we perpetually need staff in a place where nobody who genuinely wants to help without burning themselves out to do so will stay (not to mention they make £1 above minumum wage). you cant support people like that, and whats the point when these people feel set up to be put in stasis in this bad system. if you cant/dont work, you get housing benefits to pay the rent. if you do find work, your benefits are gone and all your money will go on the rent. the only ones who can seemingly successfully 'bootstrap' themselves out are the ones finding work in secret so nobody else can manipulate them and their new money, which has to be cash in hand to keep their benefits. youre going to feel stuck, if you feel stuck, you feel hopeless or lash out. lashing out at other people losing hope and staff losing the morale to properly help. we can tick off the boxes of basic rights and say theyve got what they need but beyond that, the support to a real quality of life does not feel like an objective in that system. some people will always be in this system, for whatever reason, they will have to have this proper support. they get treated as helpless and totally in a situation of their own making at the same time. its complex. its sad and infuriating. i wanted to write some of the thoughts ive experienced on it for a while. ive met all kinds of people. i wish there was more i could do but really its on structures a lot more powerful than me that are on the whole indifferent. but i guess thats the thing. i want to stay angry but im afforded that indifference. im lucky i dont have to be too anxious about falling into that system. it can be out of my sight, i dont want to let it out of mind. but for them, they cant have either.

#i only work there really sporadically as a receptionist so i really dont bare that brunt but i still obviously see it all around me #its convenient for me to work there in uni and i know im leaving for good this summer so i feel mentally fine working there #but its an issue i feel pretty passionate about #idk. these are pretty obvious points but when you experience it for real it really does get confirmed to you in its complexity #theres really no simple solution but it feels like it gets reduced to that because if you really look at it its kind of an unsustainable me #like a lot of things...

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flowercitti · 8 months

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Hi!! I loved your Tav/Astarion fic where they draw his face, it was so good and tender ; ; could i request something sweet where Astarion does something selfless for Tav? presumably after the graveyard scene in Act 3 where he's finally free to be himself! thank you!

Thank you sm im glad you enjoyed my other fic! 🌸🤍 And thank you sm for sending a request! Took me a little while to figure out what i wanted to do, but I hope this fits the theme!

Fluff/Angst/Gender-Neutral Tav

Astarion taking care of a sick Tav post-canon.

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It has been a very long time since Astarion has cared for another living soul outside of his own.

What would he have done with compassion during those two centuries of torture? What good would it do him, to find himself caring, to find a morsel of kindness in his rotting soul? It would not have allowed him to escape Cazador, it would not have stopped the ache in his bones, the gnawing pain that ate away at his un-beating heart. Any softness inside of him quickly died with his screams of agony—or perhaps it had died the moment his heart stopped and his throat was ripped out, a corpse left to bleed out into the unforgiving dirt.

Astarion had woken up in his own grave, choking on congealed blood and forced to climb out through the dirt until his nails had fallen off. When he found Cazador there waiting for him, he knew that his life had ended a second time.

All he had was himself—trapped in his own body as he was, barely scraps of a person, skin and flesh that was named but left vacant.

He did not care for his supposed siblings. There was no point in feeling a thing for the poor, pitiful creatures that were just as trapped as he was. Unwilling perpetrators in his torture, but perpetrators nonetheless—sorry sacks of flesh that were just as fucked as he was. He thought—knew, for a long time, that none of them were going to make it out of this.

They were going to die here, enslaved and starving and empty, or tortured for the rest of eternity.

It was death that Astarion yearned for most after so long, when freedom seemed like the dreams of someone far younger and more naive than he was. It was barely a decade before he gave up, before he knew there was no point anymore. His body had been twisted, changed, and something wicked and burning pulsed through his veins—like the thick sludge of tar, like the foul stench of sewer water and waste.

Whoever Astarion was before—they were long gone now.

There was nothing left, no family, no friends, no lovers that lasted longer than a night. Perhaps he had a mother, perhaps not. He couldn’t remember after long enough, drowning in a cloud of pain, his mind swimming, thoughts and memories sliding out of his hands like water. Flashes of soft hands, of a motherly voice and the hum of a gentle melody to greet him at the deepest recesses of his mind. Maybe he had just come up with such a thing for comfort, he doesn’t know.

Days would pass in episodes of complete dissociation, his mind so utterly disconnected from his own body, eyes only catching flickers of lights and colors before he retreated again. His body would move and he would not know why, he would hear voices and he could never make them out, his mouth would move with noise that he could not hear.

Cazador hated it most—when Astarion was too gone to feel it.

“My sweet Astarion. Where have you gone, boy?”

Astarion was not sweet—his flesh felt putrid, like the peeling of rotten fruit, like he were flayed open and bare for picking. His mouth tasted like the blood of rodents and maggots, or the spit and release of another body he could not remember the face of. He felt like a retched thing, his blood poisonous and his mind infested, a disgusting thing that Cazador owned—a kept thing that did not remember what it felt like to be alive.

Other times, Astarion felt everything in bright, startling clarity. Every starburst of pain, every touch, every drop of his own blood spilling onto the floor. Cazador loved it when he screamed, when he was brought to pathetic tears, too broken to scramble for a semblance of dignity—but never so pitiful as to bother with begging. It would have done nothing, would have granted him no mercy, and would have only served to please Cazador’s sadistic whims. It was a lesson he had learned early, that he held no power, no control. What was done to his body was done, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Inescapable—pressing over his skin like a sticky film, keeping him trapped, keeping him present when all he wanted to do was slip away. It was a cycle, unending, and it went on for over two bloody centuries.

Any remnants left of Astarion’s heart had been carved out and eagerly feasted upon before his own eyes. He believed that he was never going to get it back, that he wouldn’t even want it, should it be offered. He had no use for it now, had no use for more weakness, more pain.

And then he finally tasted freedom again—and then there was Tav.

After two centuries of pure shit, of torture and existing as the barest sliver of a person, Astarion began to remember what it felt like to care.

It was fucking terrifying. It was exhilarating, gratifying, like waking anew. Astarion hasn’t even felt alive in the past two-hundred years, and now he feels like he’s been washed clean and left a different person. Hopefully for the better, this time around, and so much of it is due to Tav and their persistence. They helped him wipe Cazador’s sorry face off the planet, and stayed at his side every step away, patient and kind when Astarion didn’t deserve a bit of it.

He cares about them, even when he had thought he’d forgotten how to, and he can’t help but be grateful for even having the chance to try.

And right now—Tav is sick.

They’ve barely left their bed in two days now, curled under thick furs and shivering, little more than a head that peaks out from under their cocoon. They only leave to piss or puke their guts out, before crawling back under the comforters and passing out.

It isn’t fatal, and it will pass within the coming week, even with the discomfort and pain. Tav is resilient and tough, has been through far too much to be taken by simple illness. Astarion knows that they’ll make it out of this just fine, that they’ll be back on their feet soon. They don’t need a bedside nurse, and surely not in the form of Astarion of all people—but.

He’s cradling a bowl of soup in his hands. Its heat is stark against the natural frigidness of his skin, and the chicken broth makes his stomach turn, food that would expel itself immediately should Astarion venture for a taste. But the soup is for Tav, prepared to the best of Astarion’s ability, and surely edible. He hopes.

He places it on Tav’s bedside table, perching himself delicately on the edge of the bed.

“You haven’t eaten anything today, darling.” He says quietly, his hand brushing gently over Tav’s shivering shoulder. It’s nearly noon now, but the room is bathed in pitch black to protect Astarion from the sun’s rays. He misses the warmth of it, now that he is unable to traverse under its watchful eye—but he dispels the thoughts quickly lest it sour his mood.

Tav makes a small noise, turning over to face Astarion, blinking up at him blearily. Their eyes are glassy, their face tacky with sweat, lashes fluttering as they try focus.

“Huh?” They mumble dumbly, tongue thick in their mouth, a hitch catching in their throat that’s immediately followed by wracking coughs.

Astarion winces, placing a hand on their forehead and almost flinching away at the temperature, “You’re nearly scorching, dear.”

Tav blinks, their brows furrowing, “Thank you.”

Astarion resists the urge to allow his head to sink down into his hands.

He only huffs instead, “Come now, I need you sitting up for this. If you spill all this soup on yourself after I spent so much time preparing it, I’ll be very—upset with you.” The words are stilted, far softer than the terse tone he was going for. True, genuine threats used to slip off his tongue so easily, even in regards to Tav—if he was pissed off enough. Now, he just sounds like a doting hen—a loving husband, maybe.

But Tav looks nearly worried, though moving easily with Astarion’s urging hands, propped up against the headboard, cushioned with pillows.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Tav asks suddenly, their hand wrapping around one of Astarion’s wrists. They hold him there, a feverish looks in their eyes. “You—you haven’t fed in a while.” They pout, tugging at their shirt collar, as if they were preparing to bare their neck right then and there.

There’s something that twists behind Astarion’s ribs—tight and heart-shaped.

He pushes Tav’s shirt back up, lingering briefly over the warmth of their skin, “You’re sick, darling. I’m not feeding off of you when you’re like this. I shan’t starve without you, I promise.” He says lightly, taking the cooling bowl of soup in his hands, ignoring the violent churn of his gut. Tav looks nearly teary-eyed when he turns back to them, their lips twisted in discomfort, their gaze burning with fever. Astarion sighs quietly, taking the side of their face in one palm, silently delighted when they sink in to the gentle touch.

“Come now, don’t look so sad. How about this—I—I’ll feed you this time, hm?” His thumb traces over their cheekbone, “You needn’t be the one looking after me.”

Tav sniffles, “I like taking care of you.”

Astarion takes a measured breath, trying not to stare blankly at such a bold-faced admission. He thinks Tav may come closer to killing him than Cazador ever did.

“Yes, yes, I know dear. Now eat, and once you’re all better, you can be your perfect, doting self again.” He pulls his hand away reluctantly, but the warmth of Tav’s skin stays pressed into his palm.

But Tav seems to hum happily at the thought, gratefully accepting the spoonful of soup that Astarion brings to their lips. They make no obvious face of disgust, so Astarion decides that it truly is edible. That, or they’re too delirious from fever to even notice—but they eat the whole bowl regardless. They can barely keep their eyes open by the time its empty, their chest rising and dropping with slow, deep breaths.

“Lets lay you back down before you pass out. You’ll whine about the crick in your neck if you fall asleep like this.” Astarion tells them, bullying them back under the covers as they groan sadly, looking far too small and breakable against the large mattress.

“I feel awful.”

Astarion swallows, gently brushing his knuckles over their forehead. “You’ll get better soon, love. You needn’t worry.” The words sound as if they were meant more for him, a strange tightness in his throat.

He knows that they will be fine, he knows that. They’ve both been through worse. And yet—

He leans down, lips brushing over their forehead, far too hot and sweaty. He lingers for a moment longer anyways, listening to the soft murmur of contentment that leaves Tav’s mouth.

“I love you.” They mutter drowsily, their eyes flickering open for just a moment before they slip closed again.

Astarion breathes out, weak and shuddering.

“I love you too, darling. Now sleep, I’ll be back soon enough.”

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Thank you sm for reading! If you wish to send me Astarion-flavored requests for fic or headcanons, they’re still open! ☺️🤍

#my fanfiction #astarion #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion x tav #ask me

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imortalmalfoy · 5 months

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Burning The Past #1

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

AU: post war

warnings: swearing & Draco being an asshole

genre: fluff, angst & second chance romance

synopsis: After the war, magic was something you never ever wanted to be involved with again. You leave behind everything, throwing out your wand and fashioning yourself a new name; in hopes of forgetting your past and starting a new life as a muggle but your ex, Draco Malfoy.. still hasn’t gotten over you.

a/n: im still new to the formatting in tumblr also this is actually my first writing post so please don’t hate on me 😭

FLASHBACK:

The hallway was empty, gently illuminated by candlelight as you stood there; confronting Draco who was your beloved boyfriend. Over the months, Draco was growing more distant; forgetting special days and even your own birthday and anniversary. Draco stood in front of you, his face cold and blank while his blue eyes burned holes into your own eyes.

“Draco? What’s going on? You’ve been distancing yourself away from me.”

You struggled to keep your tone calm and soft as you spoke, not wanting to let your emotions get in the way of your main goal: which was to confront Draco about his behaviour.

“It’s not important, Y/N. Just stay out of my business.”

Draco’s voice was cold and stern as he looked at you before turning around, about to leave when you grab his hand; desperate to figure out why he was acting like this.

“You’re being ridiculous Draco! I’m your girlfriend and you’re acting like I’m invisible.”

Your voice broke for a moment as you try to gather your words before continuing on.

“What’s wrong Draco? Why won’t you tell me?”

You looked at him with your eyes, trying to get him to explain himself but he wouldn’t budge as he pulled his hand away from your grasp. His expression was cold as ever, it wasn’t like the warm smile he always used to give you.

“You want me to explain myself Y/N? Huh?!”

His tone was harsh and cold, your eyes widened at his tone as you try to say something back but he cuts you off as he keeps going.

“Well let’s see, I think you’re so damn annoying! I’m not sure why it’s any of your business to be asking me if I’m okay, I’m fine!”

The words that left his tongue felt like daggers in your heart as you try to say something but couldn’t. He had gone too far as you look at him, your bottom lip trembling slightly.

“Why.. why would you say that Draco?!”

You look at him, demanding for an explanation but the only thing he says is:

“We’re done, Y/N.”

He turned around and left, your eyes welled up with tears as you watched him leave; unable to respond to that before you turn around and walk opposite way, your head low and your heart heavy.

That was the last time you ever saw Draco Malfoy.

PRESENT:

You shuddered at the memory of your painful break up with your ex boyfriend as you were seated in the subway station, waiting for your train. The war was traumatic for you and many people, lots of people were killed and injured. You hated that memory, you wanted to forget your past and start fresh. You changed your appearance and name completely, abandoning your wizarding identity and you never looked back ever since, although you still thought about Draco from time to time.

You glance up at one of the screens hanging in the subway station, noticing that your train was about to arrive so you stand up and head to the platform the train was about to arrive at. As you walked, you accidentally bump into someone.

“Ah- I’m sorry.”

You say quietly as you crouch down to pick up your stuff and the stranger’s stuff to give back to them but as soon as you looked up.. your heart dropped as you realised who you just bumped into. The pale blonde hair, the piercing grey-blue eyes, the sharp facial features and the pale skin..

It was Draco Malfoy, your ex you had just bumped into.

You immediately hand him back the stuff he had dropped, trying to act like he was a complete stranger. Draco looks at you, his face blank as if he was thinking something over before he spoke.

“You. You look rather familiar.”

His voice was cold as you had remembered it but when you looked into his eyes, you saw that bit of guilt and longing but you swore to yourself you wouldn’t involve yourself with him or magic anymore.

“I think you’re mistaken, sir.”

“I’m not easily mistaken.”

Draco raised his eyebrows at you, he knows it’s you. The girl he loved dearly, the girl he regret ever letting go. You stepped away from him, clutching your messenger bag as your train arrived as if on cue.

“I’m sorry, but you are very much mistaken. I must be going now.”

With that, you walked past him and board the train; leaving Draco behind. A guilty yet determined Draco.

Draco Malfoy was going to do everything in his power to earn you back. To prove to you that breaking up with you was one of the worst mistakes he’s made in his life. But how? He’ll figure it out somehow.

PART 2 HERE!

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco angst #draco fluff #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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┌─ “ ! „ MOLASSES

tw. incest, noncon to dubcon, size kink, belly bulge, a lot of praise, breeding, creampie, corruption, lotta emotions and tears, ? yandere, soft service dom! vash wordcount. 5k

a/n. if you don't watch this show please please give it a try it's grEAT ♡♡♡ I don’t know anything other than the first 8 episodes of Trigun, so there will be spoilers or references from those, but nothing else! So if you’re also watching the show for the first time you are safe. I’ve just gone off of the backstory we know so far and personal interpretation, so some things might turn out to be a little out of character in the future. ♡♡♡ hope you liKKEE it i loVEEE love these charas already im gonna cry

vash the stampede x fem!reader

The dust that tickles your neck makes breathing heavy, sluggishly treading through layers upon layers of sand. The blanket of dust also catches the light of the sun, casting everything in a stunning brilliance while drowning out the horizon. It stings, and your feet burn with every step- you wipe a sloppy hand across your forehead, but remain just as sticky, hot and gross. All things that- in the long run- don’t matter. Or won’t matter once you’re done here.

The sand shifts under your feet, and makes the climb even slower.

Only a few more steps. You take a deep breath, and watch the scene unfolded before with a heavy feeling that makes your empty stomach churn. At the bottom of the wave of sand, the big metal cruiser stands shimmering violently under the midday sun— smoking, abandoned if the footprints are anything to go by, and recognizable. You trip your way down the mountain of sand with heavy legs, sinking down every few steps as you look around.

The faint shape of a town remains at the edge of your vision. It’s far, but not impossibly so. You wouldn’t like to do it by foot, though, can’t imagine anyone would. The vehicle, while glowing with heat, is valuable enough not to leave even its wreckage behind. And the person you’ve been trailing is no fool. If you had any energy left, that would set off more alarm bells then it does. But you still unholster your gun, the metal heavy in your hands as you raise it towards the door nearest to you. It would be safe to assume they’ve gone, and their numbers aren’t great enough to leave people lingering.

Your breathing is tight as you wipe your hands on your clothing again, one by one, and make it the last bit down in a jog. The town doesn’t look particularly rich or well-populated, but any town out in the middle of nowhere like this one, has one thing of value.

The door of the vehicle clinks mechanically as it slides open, and the engine of the vehicle blows a long, whistling noise— and your aim is perfect as you freeze up. It reveals a set of stairs into the upper deck, but you simply glare, and after a few seconds, put on a slight frown. “You can come out now.”

Your voice is steadier than you imagined it would be.

There was a time where you longed fondly for the reunion, you suppose, nights by the campfire, in other people’s company. It was impossible not to, foreign as you were to the world. Wondering where and how you belonged, if you were missed, or needed. But it’s been years… too many years, and things have changed.

And yet, his voice sounds exactly how you remember it when it comes from within the metal cage- just out of your view. “That’s awfully distant.”

“Come out or I’ll riddle this hack of shit full of bullets and leave you stranded out here,” you say now, peering through the scope along the heavy barrel, and cocking it once. “Now, Nai!”

There’s a soft chuckle, and then feet that gracefully slide down the stairs into view, each step slow and steady and confident. You expect nothing less. The white cape obstructs most of him from your view, so you don’t dare blink— until at last, he jumps down onto the shifty sand, both hands raised. “That’s Nai niichan to you, isn’t it?” It’s unbearable. The low tones of his voice are just present enough not to allow you to slip into thought, but you find yourself tearing up regardless. He’s still sickeningly perfect, light hair sweeped away from his forehead, brows soft and straight, and a smile to pierce straight through your heart.

Whatever type of restraint you convinced yourself you could have if you saw him again, seems to evaporate with the sun flares that burn above. Instantly. And though you had time to prepare yourself, the last few hours of catching up to him aren’t enough for the onslaught of emotions that crash over you as you aim that barrel straight at his face. “Cut the shit. You don’t get to talk your way out of this, not this time.” Your voice cracks, and you bite your lip. “I wasn’t expecting to pick up on your tracker this far out…” Or at all. But maybe it shouldn’t surprise you that the eldest expected you to give up on him. Given he gave up on you, too. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Not here.” At your glare, his mouth corners twitch, and he lulls his head to the side. “I’m alone, baby sister, I promise. I sent them into town to handle business. You understand.”

The quip gets under your skin, and you’re sure he knows, but you narrow your eyes, and tighten the finger on the trigger as Nai waits. For what, you’re not entirely sure. There’s so much to say, too much for a single person’s lifetime, but you know your eldest brother. He’s strong, and shifty just as much as the sand he plays around in; and he’s most likely just entertaining you. You know that. “I should just kill you right here and now,” you end up mumbling. Sand scratches the metal of the cruiser, and the ticks of the dust hitting the surface grow louder.

“I don’t even get a chance to explain myself?” The joyful melody of his voice is everything but normal, and you want to scream, and kick and cry until it stops being so damn grating, but you can’t. You hate him. You hate him, don’t you? “How cruel.”

You snap. Voice full volume and angry, you don’t even feel the way it stings between breaths as you bark out what needs saying. “This isn’t a game, Nai! It’s been five years, and that’s all you have to say for yourself?! Explain what?!” Your vicious anger makes your entire face feel hot, burning with an entirely different purpose. “Explain how you took him away from me?! Why? What did niichan ever do, except give you chance after chance to make things right?!” All those years of your grief that built up into a ball of resentment can’t be stopped with a simple confrontation. You knew that going in. But it suddenly all comes out like a dam that’s been shattered, and floods everything else.

“And I’m to blame?”

“You killed him!” you burst, glaring so hard your eyes might make him drop dead on the spot. “He was all I had left! But you just can’t let things go! And you took him- y-you took him from me, and I’m here to make you pay.” The dry chuckle isn’t unexpected, but it still hurts. And you find yourself fighting back the very real urge to make him hurt just the same- simply taking a deep breath instead.

“Careful. Your favoritism is showing.” The white jacket rustles unnervingly in the wind, as the howling picks up in volume. It seems to thump in the same rapid rhythm your heartbeat is, and Nai raises a brow. “You’re no idiot, so I’ll assume you came with a plan. But little sister or not, even you have to realize that if I want you dead, it won’t be much of a challenge to make that happen. You’d do better trying to get along with me and show some forgiveness.”

The cold, calculated way he throws it out between you two is almost laughable. Like it’s even a choice. Like you were ever given any other choice than revenge, when he left you out here to die. Stranded, alone, with the only family you have left… “I’ll never forgive you,” your lips move, kissing the words— and wonder if you mean them. You don’t think you do, not really. But you want to either way, be it out of spite, or some sense of justice. No one could say he didn’t have it coming. “Never.” You bite back a sniffle, to caress the trigger tighter even—

a name.

your name.

called out like a gentle caress, or a brush along your cheek.

Your teary eyes focus on the movement at the top of the stairs quicker than you can process that the voice isn’t Nai. He wasn’t alone, and he lied- he always does, the child in you chants- but the voice… is familiar. Too much so. It sets every hair on your body up on end despite the heat, as a few steps sound on the metal stairs. Boots, a red coat, and you stumble back. The gun lowering automatically, dropping to the floor as heat floods your face. Heat in the form of tears, rolling thick down your cheeks. Nai barely moves, but you’re shaking as your other brother kicks up some sand and smiles, kind and wide and wholly him.

“Hey, little sister.”

Absolute disbelief floods you as you watch Vash, your Vash, stand side by side to his twin— and for a moment, you wonder if the heat got to you after all. But he moves, and though Nai moves to keep him from approaching, before you know it you can feel warm hands on your face; stroking your teary eyes and keeping you from totally collapsing. “Vash? Vash- niichan-” Your voice fails you as his blue eyes close and his matching nose bumps yours pressing his forehead to yours; and everything fails to make sense. “But I- I thought- you were dead, you were dead- I kn-” You pull back to look at Nai, then Vash, then Nai again.

The two people you had spent the last five years mourning— your kin, your blood; without grievances, alongside each other. “I looked for you.” Your own voice takes you aback with the thought. Because it’s true. You looked. Everywhere. Every sign, every possible option, you had dug for years on end to find nothing- “I checked … everything, if you reached out to me anywhere, I would have heard- I-”

You shouldn’t feel ice cold to the touch, eyes stinging as the wind picks up- but you dare glance up at your brother again- and he’s still quiet. Regretful. Sorry. The familiarity you find in those baby blues suddenly feels miles and miles away, and you take a staggered step back. It’s funny, really. “You knew.” You were always the temperamental one of the three, and you always felt more strongly than Nai did, you knew that for sure. But you used to kid yourself in saying Vash understood; as kids tend to do.

Realization hits you square in the face. “You knew I was tracking you, and you made me think-” The words die in your throat. “You left me out here. You left me to die out here. Y- to join him?!” Your head hurts, and spins, and you suddenly feel like you’re sinking into the floor with the full weight of that. Though either of them haven’t spoken yet, the silence is proof enough. It makes you sick, it burns on the way down, and you almost feel your stomach climb up into your throat.

“I had no choice, every second I didn’t- you were in danger,” Vash starts, reaching for you again, and you smack his hand away as hard as you possibly can.

“I thought you were dead! And not only did I not know, you didn’t even try. Both of you just left me-” By now, you’re barely breathing; the short, gasped hiccups aren’t enough to bring oxygen back into your system— you reach for your disposed gun to whip it back up at your brother’s face— as your frown digs so deep into your tear-ridden expression it aches. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill both of you.”

Nai only stares as your barrel goes to press against his twin’s forehead, but Vash— you suppose you were always three sides of the trifecta. If you had the temperament, and Nai nii the logic, Vash would be the emphatic one out of you all. Because even with your heavy duty gun right between his brows, his sad smile as he reaches for your cheek doesn’t fail; and he leans into you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your shaky breath isn’t enough, and you pull up your runny nose as you look back at Nai.

His beautiful face, and the quiet, tender look that passes— before the icy cold returns. “We don’t have time for this, Vash.” A mechanical click is so loud and heavy and piercing, a split second before you feel something hit the back of your head hard, and the world goes dark.

The room is quiet, apart from the slight ruffle of the sheets with his breathing, and yours against him. Ship Three rumbles at night, like a large beast settling down- it always keeps you up longer than you want it to. Keeps you from dreaming, too. But even in the darkness, there’s other soft noises you recognize like they’ve been coded into your brain, like the way he yawns and drapes an arm around you. These were the good days. Childishly unworried and awfully clingy. His voice is soft when he hums, and digs his chin a little deeper into the top of your head. “Not gonna sleep?”

“‘m trying,” you nod back, and nuzzle your face into his collarbones a little more. Your lashes brush the rough fabric of his shirt each time you blink, and shuffle, before eventually the hand creeps up to lovingly pet along your hairline. Vash’s eyes are half lidded when you dare to cast a glance upwards, but even the slightest bit of light gives them a warm, impossible shimmer. It’s home, and you find yourself clinging onto him a little tighter. The only sense of comfort you can allow yourself when the rest of the ship still feels so hostile, and you two- foreign.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers, and even in your childlike innocence, it takes you aback a little. There’s only a few things you can think of that keep you up at night, right? Worries you and him share, should both be concerned about. You never bring it up, though. Because he doesn’t either, and what big brother says, goes. But you are not nearly as unaware as a child of your age should be. And you worry about tomorrow. If Luida and Brad decide to kick you two out at one point, if…

No, when Nai niichan returns from his shallow grave. And you know he will. It’s only a matter of time.

“Can’t I come with you tomorrow?” His embrace is just tight enough to make you believe the promise you make every time you go to bed. “Everyone else but never each other,” you parrot, dutifully searching for his other hand to link your fingers with, “right?”

Vash stares for a moment longer, before a smile comes up onto his lips. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “That’s right.” We can lose everyone else. You’ve always believed your big brother. Trusted him implicitly, and without second thought, always. But for the first time in years, your throat closes up a little as your fingers tighten into fists of his shirt, and your desperate grip on him seems to be failing you. There’s no choice. There’s nothing else left to save.

Your head doesn’t hurt as much as you realistically know it should, when you come to. You groan, and your eyes slowly flick open to the sight of steam, and an intense heat that envelops you head to toe. The warmth of water all around your sore muscles is, by all accounts, a royal treat. Even the upper echelon has a hard time getting enough water to run a bath— and it splashes all around as you right yourself in the bath and try to come to. The first thing you notice is the shape of someone hovering near the doorway, and you wrap your arms around your upper body with a sneer.

Nai’s light hair is longer than it used to be. Of course, you don’t remember that much of the lean, skittish boy he used to be way back when, but you had pictures of the years you were too young to remember any more vividly. And when Vash died- when he left you- you barely got a glimpse of Nai before he vanished back into thin air.

The water is hot enough to make everything feel languid and soft and you have to fight yourself a little to raise an arm out of the water to go and grab for a towel. One that Nai snatches out of your reach, tossing it instead over the sink with a little lift of his brow. “Don’t be a brat. You probably haven’t had a bath in years, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

You have no smart quip back to that, because you do of course, and instead let out a long breath. “Did you undress me?” Your eyes slide just quickly along his form-fitting white suit before tightening your arm around yourself. Along with your legs crossing, your spine straightens as he keeps his eyes on you too intently.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before when we were kids.”

Your dry chuckle fills the room only just. “It’s not the same as when we were kids, niisan. Not even close.” If he actually considers that fact, he sure doesn’t show it on his face, and the silence grows even tighter and more tense as you wait. After a few uncomfortable seconds, Nai turns his back on you to open the door.

“Vash, she’s awake.” If anything, that’s worse. You’d much rather spend another uncomfortable eternity stewing in your disdain for the eldest, than have to face Vash right now. But Nai doesn’t care, of course— and the slight shuffle outside of the large bathroom makes you want to sink into the water and resist the urge to come up for air. The two switch spots, and then the door is closed, and you’re trapped here again.

He calls your name so gently you almost think you imagine it, but it still tickles all the way up your spine with longing. And anger, and regret, all balled into a mess that is at risk of spilling over again at any moment. “How are you feeling?” His voice breaks the bubble. And you look to him despite everything, because you’re nothing if not trained to rely on him. It’s all you’ve ever known, and being betrayed doesn’t make that habit any easier to swallow. “Are you still hurting?” His cheeks are flushed over as he crouches down, and shuffles a little closer to the edge of the bathtub.

“Stop patronizing me, Vash. I don’t want your help.” You might say that, but you and him both know better. He says it out of genuine worry. The only problem is, you don’t want his fucking worry. You want him to plead for your forgiveness and explain and give you reasons to forget that you’re upset. You want his crocodile tears to wash away the fact that you’re hurting— and as long as you don’t get any of that, how can you forgive? His fingers reach out to grip along the back of your head and feel, and though you feel a very slight soreness, it’s mainly the casual way he touches you that sets you off. “Get your hands off of me.”

And then you’re crying, pulling up your nose against the wetness spilling out of your stupid, childish expression- and Vash, as he always does, goes even more familial and comforting. “Oh, my little girl, shhh- it’s okay. I’m so sorry, I am, c’mere.” He tosses his sweater aside to stand and move you out of the deepest part of the bath and makes room for himself, kicks off his socks, and slides in behind you. Uncaring about the fact that he’s in a shirt and boxers, he comes into the hot water and pulls you right back into him, and you don’t have the willpower to do anything but let him. “Big brother’s got you, shhh, shhh. I’m right here.”

You hate that it is comforting. You hate that you like the closeness.

And in the way you turn to press your face to his cheek, or how his arms fit around your curled up position in his lap, there’s a soft press between your brows that he fills with gentle kisses, where he runs his mechanical hand along the length of your thigh over and over again. And when you look up at him, Vash’s baby blues glint over, and he dips his head to be even closer to you. Close enough to feel his breathing on your face, and- have his lips pressing against your mouth. He lingers, knocks his forehead with yours, before the warmth returns and stays, and this time it heats your body up from the inside out.

“Niichan,” your voice breaks the silence, and he wraps his arms even tighter around you. Uncaring of the fact that you’re, his smallest sibling, is naked in his lap. Or well— you don’t dare think of any other option for his prodding and touching, happy to just live and let live for now. You’ve never been entirely ordinary in this world, after all, and… by virtue of proximity, it’s so easy to fall back into the role of the all adoring little sister. The press of his hips under yours is distracting when he shuffles, but eventually starts kissing down your neck.

“I never meant to leave you, I promise. Nai came to find me- and he forced me to join- I wanted to look for you, I swear, I went back- but Nai thought you wouldn’t … forgive him- and that you’d only be in more danger.” It goes in one ear and out the other. All you know is that your skin is so cold wherever his hands leave their traces, and that you don’t want him to stop touching you. You want him to say it. “Please forgive me. Please. I am so sorry.” His eyes are always so pretty when they’re aimed your way.

The bed sheets are cold when you land on top of them, Vash climbing over your body and running his lips down your neck and chest all the way down your belly. There’s something so high and out-of-this-world about the way he touches you, and clings to you, and you want to drown in it more than anything. But there’s just the one problem— He tosses the towels aside, and squeezes the soft plush of your thighs as he kisses you and his tongue opens your mouth again. “S- Love me,” he breathes into the kiss, before growling when your leg hooks around his thighs to pull him closer, “say you love me.”

The one problem that rears it’s ugly head as you watch your brother grab at your waist and scan your naked body before him like you’re just anyone- like- Your breathing hitches, and you shake your head. “No, no no no, wait, niichan.” You barely got a second to come to terms with the fact that you’re near him again, and barely one more to have him descending on you- that you didn’t stop for a second to think. This is your brother, and as much as your body might lie and say that it’s not so bad, you know better. He knows better. “Vash nii, no, we can’t. We can’t.” Your breathy moans of his name aren’t enough, and dragging a hand through his hair and tugging for good measure isn’t either.

He’s already panting and flushed above you, and tastes your mouth again as he spreads your thighs. “Oh, come on, imouto, please. Just lay back, lay back for me.” You try to push at his shoulder, but he only presses back harder, and stares at the point between your two bodies. Where his hard cock is dripping pre and the tip flushed red between his muscular thighs. It makes your tongue squirm in your mouth, as the cold glass of his hand comes to grip your jaw and he kisses and moans and does all of it without thinking. “Please, little sister, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much.”

His body lowers to yours, having his hard cock now brushing the top of your dripping pussy, heartbeat jackhammering against your ribcage like crazy. What is wrong with you? You know this can’t happen, know that the right thing to do is to shove him off and go to bed, but your body is so hot. He’s hot too, and so much different from what you knew him as— it fucks with your brain. Like a willfully forgiving haze that suffocates any sane thought. “Couldn’t get off without you, for five whole years,” he breathes, and kisses you, running his tongue along your ear and down your neck, “couldn’t do anything. I only wanted my little sister. Always- always wanted you.”

His other hand comes to trace random shapes on your tits, just barely brushing your nipples until they’re peaked and you have a cold shiver roll down your spine. “Don’t you want to be one with your big brother? Hm?” You do. Your arms instinctively reach up to wrap yourself around his back and feel his heartbeat against yours, larger shape basically crushing you into the bed. But it’s okay, and the way he rolls his hips against your waist, cockhead kissing the sloppy, needy entrance of your cunt- feels so fucking good. You can’t. Your head is shaking ‘no’ even though he pants your name and lines up to slide the swollen, ruddy tip between your bottom lips.

“We can’t, we can’t, niichan. It’s not right.”

“Shhh,” he squeezes your face before kissing you again, then flicking your nipples between expert fingers until your pussy is basically sucking him in itself, and your trembling legs slot over his calves. “I’d never want to leave my baby sister behind, how could you even think that.” The breathy admission is paired with a sloppy kiss above your heart, before he sucks the soft of your tit into his mouth and laves his tongue over your peaked bud. Then his hips roll again, and with a soft hiss, his heavy, hot cock slides into you. You should fight. You should run out of here. Should’ve never tried to find Nai to begin with.

But you moan as his heat fills your walls and he bucks slowly into you with unadulterated adoration, and tug at his blond head of hair for support. “Niichan, Vash niichan, no, no, y- can’t be inside me. Get out~” The out sounds more like a moaned ‘aw’, as his cock slides inside inch by inch and stretches you.

It aches. Every touch is more heated than the last one, and your nails automatically dig into the skin of his back as he bottoms out and tries to settle in your heat, tight little pussy barely big enough to fit all of him. Your eyes flick up to his face, and he laughs a little absentmindedly when you tear up. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight. M- fucking my baby sister’s pussy- holy shit. I’m gonna move, m’kay?” It hurts and stretches you inside in a way that shouldn’t feel good, but it does, it does, you want to cry. He kisses sloppily onto your mouth and cheek, before groaning, “m’gonna -fuck.” The lewd sound of your cunny squelching as he pulls back and grabs himself at the base, pushing back in with a long moan— it’s so much.

But you’re entranced, totally sky-high with the way he looks above you, and over you. “Ah, ah, ah, nii~chan, I can’t, I-” you struggle to stay still under so much pleasure, hips jerking and your entire body pulling taught like a bow. “Vash nii~” Ever devoted, he blushes and groans your name and whispers to you, sliding in and out of you and pushing your thighs open further. With each pump, you’re a little further gone. With each pump, he seems to fill more of you, making your pussy drip all over the fancy, soft sheets. Your hands reach back to fist into the satin when he lays a final kiss onto your mouth, and rights himself to drape one of your legs over his shoulder, using his body weight to fuck harder and deeper— every pap, pap, pap sliding the bed back and forth in the dark.

And you choke on it, on your tears and spit and all the words that don’t make it out of your mouth; it keeps your head in a blissful cloud. One that has you slicking all over his cock as he fucks in and out, with rapid, rhythmic abandon. He’s so pretty. He’s so fucking pretty, is all you can think as he hoists your hips up with a hum and grinds his cock slower and deeper against your plush walls. “Oh, f-look at that. I can see myself through your belly, baby. Fu—ck.” It’s true. When you look down, he’s pressing on a little pouch that looks more raised than it should, and the push makes your pussy clench even harder around him.

“Niichan, n-niichan- that feels weird. S-stop.” He doesn’t, and the high blush on his cheeks and ears goes even more flushed when his eyes meet yours and he goes to wipe the tracks on your cheeks away.

“S’okay. I’m gonna take care of you, I swear ‘t. Ack, you’re so pretty, so fucking good.” His hand goes to change grip on your lifted thigh, while the other rubs sloppy circles at the top of your needy pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Your legs lock around him, and you grab at him arm in order to slow him down, but he simply shakes you off and spits onto your pussy for good measure. “You can cum, it’s okay. Big brother’s cock feels good in here, right? In that tight, little pussy. Go ahead and cum, cum for me. I know you want to,” the words barely come in, only the way your feet tremble and your muscles go even tighter.

You’re clenching so hard around him he has to fight to keep up the solid rhythm of his thrusts, and moaning, and throwing your head back as your nails drag down his arm. “I- I’m cl- oh god, I wanna cum with you, niichan—” you cry out with a tiny voice, getting shut up by your own hand slapping over your mouth at the terrible admission. But it lingers in the air as his fingers speed up more, rubbing that puffy nub until your vision goes black and white and the tightly wound coil in your belly snaps. “Vash nii~chan- I love you, I lo-love you. Please,” your voice dies, letting Vash fuck you through your orgasm as your toes curl and thighs shake and he jackhammers his cock inside you.

He heaves you off the bed into his arms before you’re even done to have your arms around his neck, and matching hysterical heartbeats thumping against each other, as he kisses at your temple. “I know, I know, I know, baby. Niichan’s gonna give you what you want, hm? And then you’ll say thank you, and I’ll fuck you again.” The kiss is sloppy when it finds your mouth, tongue taking more than you can give in your current situation. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you again, hang on- shit, c-cumming. Love yo-mouto, love you, m’filling you up.”

As he moves your body up and down on his thick, slicked up cock like a doll, you can’t control the slick that runs down your thighs or the ruined expression— just that you cling onto him as the last twitches of your soft walls wrap around him like it’ll keep him right beside you.

With a last few punishing thrusts, all the hot cum from your big brother’s fat balls fills up your insides, pumping you full to the brim with heat. But you barely get a second to come down before he lets you back into the bed, and turns you over so you’re onto your knees, and his cold fingers push inside to plug you up a little more. “Gonna breed this little baby sister pussy, hah. That’s okay with you, right? I promise I’ll make it feel good, imouto.”

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hello! could i request for hcs where bakugo has a clingy babbly girl who always bugs him by following him around (bonus points: THEY'RE NEIGHBORS) and says she loves him all the time but he always just scoffs and ignores her then one time she ends up giving up or getting hurt and ends up distancing herself in the process and he starts to seek her out oMg you can take it from there IM JUST SO HAPPY YOUR ASK BOX IS OPEN YOURE MY FAVE BNHA IMAGINE BLOG AHH

I made this into a scenario instead of headcanons. Hope that's ok!

From the moment you moved into the house across from his, you'd already decided that you would stick to Katsuki like glue.

You just couldn't help it. After all, he stood out from the rest (even if it was in a bad way at times), which made it almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off him. He was headstrong and brave, not to mention incredibly attractive. Before you'd realized it, you were crushing on him hard.

But being the kind of person that you were, it didn't occur to you to try and hide your feelings. Instead, you clung to his side and made sure to seek him out at every available opportunity. You were incredibly thankful to have made it into U.A, because it allowed you to see him during class as well.

At the beginning, Katsuki thought you would give up and get bored of pestering him after a while. He clearly didn't seem to realize just how strongly you felt about him.

No matter how often he scoffed at you or told you to get lost, you were still right there, grinning at him ear-to-ear.

"I love you, Katsuki!"

Words that the average person struggled to say fell from your lips without so much as a second thought. The first time Katsuki had heard you say you loved him, his eyes had gone wider than ever. He even wondered if you were just playing a prank on him or something.

She's such an idiot, he thought. She doesn't even mean that. It's so dumb.

He'd long since convinced himself that you were just some ditzy girl without a serious bone in your body. That was why, even when you kept on insisting that you loved him - more than anything, as you so often stressed - Katsuki didn't take it to heart. He never stopped to actually consider that you were telling him the honest and unfiltered truth.

Until the day you got upset with him.

"Quit it with that sappy shit," he snapped. "I'm tired of hearing you spew the same garbage all the time."

It was just like any another day. You were clinging onto his arm and gushing about how much you loved him. As much as Katsuki wanted to say that he'd gotten to used to this by now, the truth was that he hadn't. Every time you hugged him or got extra close and said those kinds of things, he could feel his chest getting tight and his cheeks burning. Even if you were just running your mouth without meaning what you said, it was still embarrassing as all hell. And despite what most people probably thought, he did get flustered.

That was why he lashed out at you. He was fed up with being the only one to get worked up while you said all that stuff without even batting an eye. It wasn't like he actually disliked you or anything. Far from it, in fact. Even if he wouldn't admit it, you were the person he considered closest to him.

Perhaps that's why he felt comfortable speaking brashly. He'd always done it until now; why should today be any different?

Needless to say, dejection was quick to sweep across your face. You looked weary all of a sudden. You weren't smiling the way you usually did.

"Okay," you said softly. "I'm sorry. I just thought... I don't know. But I'm sorry. I should've taken the hint by now."

From that day onward, you didn't say a single word to him. You breezed past him in the hallways without so much as glancing his way. You didn't bother asking to walk home with him the way you usually did. Even when your parents came over to hang out at Katsuki's place - since your families were on good terms - you didn't come along with them. You purposefully stayed home, as if you no longer wanted anything to do with him. You were avoiding him. Did you not like him all of a sudden, or what the fuck?

Katsuki had always been stubborn, even as a child, so it took him a while to come to terms with the fact that he missed having you around. He missed having you cling to him and smile like you didn't have a single worry in the world. He missed seeing your cute face and feeling your arms wrap him in a hug.

Katsuki had liked you back for a while, but he was just too hardheaded to see it.

After finally coming to the realization that having you around was something he wanted, Katsuki did what he'd never done before and sought you out himself.

He managed to corner you during lunch, in the cafeteria, so that you couldn't try and pull a fast one on him. As expected, you refused to so much as meet eyes with him, but when Katsuki put his mind to something, he couldn't be deterred.

"You're done ignoring me," he frowned, grabbing you by the hand. Even though you tried to protest, he held on tight. "I need to talk to you. Aren't you going to hear me out?"

Katsuki didn't even realize it, but his gaze was nowhere near as confident and assured as it usually was. In fact, it was almost as if his eyes were pleading for you to stay. He really, really wanted you to stay with him.

Luckily, you'd always been the better person. Certainly a better person he was.

You nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's talk."

Relief couldn't even begin to express what Katsuki felt. For a moment, he thought he might faint from the stress. He was worried that you were seriously done with him for good. But you were giving him another chance, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up.

Katsuki gripped your hand as tightly as he could while the two of you walked out of the cafeteria together. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for someplace quiet and secluded. Confessing his feelings was actually a much more frightening thought than he would've liked to admit, but you were special to him. For you, he could set aside his petty pride.

After all, you were worth it.

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John Price x GN!firefighter!Reader

Hang Up The Coat

Umm so this is extremely self indulgent (I’m using Price to cope instead of facing the reality of my job)

Warnings: mentions of death, alcoholism, firefighter reader. SFW.

John had returned last night from his deployment to an empty home. Bottles scattered around, Piles of laundry from the past month. He knew it was getting bad but it seemed to have gotten worse in his absence. He didn’t know how to have the talk that needed to happen but you seemed to be on the edge of breaking and he’d be damned to let you get near it.

It was 07:13 in this morning and he had already polished the house clean. The was no evidence that anything was even remotely wrong. To price it was important to help you get better. Even if that meant waking up at 4AM to clean the house so you could relax when you got off shift. Working 48 hours consecutively absolutely exhausted you and he wanted to make sure you could have his undivided attention.

You had a habit of going full housewife when he was home. Cooking, cleaning and tending to his every need. Despite your families disappointment of getting a male dominated job you still can’t get rid of the traditional values you where raised to uphold. Your adoration for John was undeniable even after all these years. In a way you left that your life purpose was to serve him. And John lived his life to serve you, when he wasn’t at work the soldier in him melted away to reveal a kind hearted man with a love for his wife and board games.

He finally heard your car door shut in the driveway. He practically ran to the door to great you like a puppy. Opening the door you were greeted with a brown haired man with his hair pulled back and a smile plastered on his face. He was home a week earlier to your surprise.

“My love I missed you”

He pulls you into a deep kiss. His strong hands cradling your small head as he kissed you. The tears he hadn’t noticed poured into his hands.

“No, no, baby what’s wrong?”

You sniffled and handed him the paper that you hoped would say something different. Instead it read the same as all the times before.

Hello,

Thank you for applying for the lieutenant position. We regret to inform you that you were not selected this round. While you held the necessary certificates and training requirements the promotion committee believes you should improve as a member of the brotherhood before any further promotions. We appreciate your time and dedication in the selection process.

Thank you,

Chief

“Darling im so sorry”

He pulled you into a deep hug. His musk engulfs your senses. He’s been gone for three long lonely months. No contact with you per 141 policy. The isolation is suffocating. All your friends had moved on with life and left you behind so you were completely alone. The letter wasn’t helping with the sense of adulthood failure.

“I’m so tired, of this constant struggle to be enough”

“Maybe it’s time to consider other options”

His soft voice was afraid of what you’d say next.

“But it’s what I was made for. All these year and to just be done?!”

John felt a ping in his heart because he knew his honest words would still sting.

“Love you don’t need your job to be your purpose in life”

That’s when you began the real breakdown.

“But it’s what I’ve been doing since I was 18. I don’t know anything else, I’m stuck, but I love the job too much to quit. It’s like asking you to leave 141.”

You never intended to be a firefighter. It just kinda happened. That bright eyed rookie that was full of energy had been burned to pieces years ago. Your friends always told you that working a 48 hour shift must be so nice because you have so much time off. In reality you came home and slept for a few hours after the never ending late night 911 calls and days filled with the general public yelling at you for not being fast enough, cold dinners, washing bio hazards of your boots.

At home waking up to deal with the mental toll of the job and making yourself a glass of whiskey to ease your mind, only to overdo it and end up passed out on the kitchen floor.

The department you worked for always peached “brotherhood” but no matter how hard you worked you still remained an outside. Constantly getting pulled into the chiefs office for “not showing enough dedication”. They never recognized the extra effort you put in. The endless charity events you organized, overtime, teaching classes. Going to extra training classes eating away at your days off. Countless trainings out of town when your husband was home from deployment. None of it mattered to them. Never good enough.

Promotion time came and went again, this was round four of applying for promotion. Yet again missing out on becoming a lieutenant because you don’t fit into any of the clicks. You didn’t golf with the ranked officers on your days off. You didn’t get invited to the cookouts. They always said promotion was based off performance but the five newest officers proved that to be false. Lazy, arrogant, fat men had moved up while you stayed at the bottom. If you wanted to move up you needed to be one of the boys. How?

“It’s never enough for them is it” John has said just loud enough to be a whisper.

John was tired of seeing you get kicked around. It angered him more than you’ll ever know. He always stood by your side when things got hard. You had made it your goal to get promoted to lieutenant before you started trying for a family. John was never going to tell you but he has growing slightly impatient. He wanted you to spend your days happy, kids running around while he cooks breakfast and you sleep in. Not coming home pretending that you didn’t witness another overdose before breakfast and help the corenor bag another young person took far too soon before bed.

You barely had energy to kiss him when you got home. Your mental health had plummeted, your new hobby was drinking and screaming at the walls. Stumbling around with music blasting. You didn’t care about anything, and when you wanted to talk about something you turned it into an argument over nothing. The five foot nothing angel he fell in love with eight years ago was barely recognizable in you. The man that never wanted you to know pain, death, loneliness felt helpless.

But for whatever reason he still loved you. He recalls a time before you met when he was this way in the military, before 141. Angry at the world, doing his best with a bottle in his hand. He only realized he needed a change when he was given the option to stay or start 141. He chose to leave the bottle.

“Love maybe… maybe it’s time to close this chapter” he was gentle saying it as best as he could. He knew how much it hurt for you to hear it. But he knew you better than to let you keep being destructive. He could see the internal conflict within yourself behind the tears in your eyes.

“Then what do I do? I know what I want out of life but I just feel like I’ll lose part of myself if I stop”

“Do you think you’ll lose a part of yourself, or has the part of you that’s tired of pushing has turned into rage?”

“It’s turned from rage to sorrows. And I’m tired of being pushed around. And I’m tired of not being good enough… and…”

“And what love”

“I don’t want you to think less of me for calling it quits when you’ve always stood by be though it all. I want to go back to how I was to you. I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you for so long”

“Oh love you’ll always and forever be my strong angell. I would never think of you differently for quitting. You did such a good job and I know they don’t see it but I know. I will always know my wife fought hard. And I just want you to get better and I’m happy you want to. But I can’t let you keep hurting yourself like this”

“Then I think… I’m ready to hand up my coat.”

“Then that’s what you will do”

He gently kissed your lips and wiped away your tears.

He had a soft reassuring smile. He knew this was going to be a hard process for you but the job was eating you alive and you knew it too.

“Would you like me to help you write your letter of resignation?” His hands still holding your delicate face while his eyes looked down with love.

“I would love that”

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