#Stapler's having some angsty hours

[jooniix]

#FINALLY FINISHED AHHHH- #Stapler's having some angsty hours #luckily olly's there #pmtok #paper mario the origami king #legion of stationery #king olly #pmtok stapler #akuro's art

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you posted about daddy bailey and his teaching his kid a lesson in the server and i would love to hear ur expansion on it 👀👀 pls necro im starving/hj

I gotchu Milky, no problem at all. Kept PC gender neutral, and it gets a teensy bit angsty. Some spanking, too. And PC attempts somno but gets nowhere.

So the thing that inspired it was a gif I found of a dude forcefully pushing his partner down into face-down-ass-up while he was taking off his belt. It gave me Bailey vibes.

Then I had the big thought of daddy Bailey putting his bratty little kid in their place.

Now, he usually just leaves you be. Leaves you to be a fucking pain in his ass, never acknowledging you at all. Because Bailey knows the only reason why you act out is to get his attention.

He's been busy your whole life. Just you and him, no mom, so he had left you in the hands of sitters, or when you got older, expected you to just take care of yourself. All the while he'll be at the orphanage, taking care of kids that aren't even his. So of course, you have to get his attention.

It had started with some vandalism, underage drinking, dressing in promiscuous ways. His response? Warning you to be fucking careful. No yelling, no telling you to change or stop. Just "Watch out kid."

So you had to turn it up a bit. Setting the paper in bins on fire when your teachers would leave. Using a stapler on your friend's back (with their consent, of course, but their mother still yells at you for it).

Despite the way you dress, you never do more than oral with others. It doesn't feel right. You never know why, until you come home to see daddy dearest passed out in his bed. And his shirt is riding up his stomach, showing off the lean muscles there.

There's a stirring. A hotness to your cheeks. Clamminess to your hands. Why should you deny yourself it? Why would you ever stop? He ignores you every hour of every day, but if you climb on top of him and use his to get rid of your virginity? Well, he can't ignore that.

Determined to just get something out of him, you strip. The mattress creeks under your weight, the old thing having springs that dig into your palms as you crawl up and onto your father's hips. He doesn't wake, perfectly still as you look him up and down. The tattoos that peak from under his clothes are ones you used to trace over as a kid when he'd let you sleep in his bed. The shadow of stubble he has is ever present, even after he's shaved. And so are the dark circles under his eyes from how little rest he truly gets.

You don't look like him much, he claims. Says you look like your ma, whoever she was. And he fucked her, so he should find you attractive. Attractive enough to look over the incest part is unlikely, but it's a risk you want to take. Just anything to get some approval, for once in your life.

Reaching out, you grasp his belt, using your thumb to start threading the loop back through the buckle. Just as you're about to pull the pin through the hole, a hand grasps your neck.

Everything stops. The room is silent, your chest seizes up and you can't seem to work up the confidence to look your now-awake father in the eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he spits, anger and disbelief colouring his words.

When you only splutter in response, he throws you backwards. Your back hits the floor, making you feel winded for a second as you scramble away. Bailey stands, grasping you by the hair and forcing you to look up into his eyes as he bends over you.

"I'm going to pretend this didn't happen. You're going to your room, and you're going to fucking think about this and get over yourself. I don't understand how I raised such a needy little freak."

With that, he parades you out of his room by your hair, shoving you into the hallway and slamming the door shut behind you. Alone on the floor, your clothes still in his room, you let yourself crawl to your room, hiding under your blankets when you get there as the shame and regret end up filling your chest.

He was right. You'd gone way too far. Now he's going to see you as a freak for the rest of your life and never give you that little bit of love you want.

You're not aware of your dear dad in the next room over sifting through your clothes. Completely unaware that he finds your underwear, considers it for a few seconds, and then presses the material to his nose as he finishes undoing his belt. He can hear you sobbing. He likes the sound. So he props himself up against his headboard, quietly jacking off while listening to you ever quietening cries.

Poor thing. He keeps you away because he doesn't want you getting hurt. But he can't exactly explain that to you without you stubbornly insisting you'll be fine. And even if he did think his baby was the best looking person he's ever seen, so much so that he's got off to the thought of them several times, your misplaced lust towards him was only a product of your need for affection. You'd get over it soon.

At least, that's what he thinks. And you honestly did try to. Until you found your underwear in the laundry basket with fucking cumstains on them. That lying sack of shit. Kicking you out, hurting you while he uses you to finish anyways. You have to get him back. You're petty, it's something you got from him.

So you find yourself in his bed again, as he's away at work, this time working yourself to satisfaction with a dildo. One you like to imagine is Bailey's size. You'd even used a fuck tonne of lube so that this will be as messy as possible, not stopping until your fluids are drenching the sheets and then deciding to take it a little further by leaving your toy in his bed to find. As you leave to go to your own room, you remark on how nice it is to smell like him. Bailey's scent, and your own.

It, coupled by the several orgasms you'd pushed yourself through, send you straight to sleep. No dreams, no nightmares, just a deep and peaceful sleep where nothing is wrong and every muscles feels heavy. It's a loud bang that pulls you away from the rest. Daddy's back.

The bang was your door hitting the wall as Bailey barges in, nothing but fury in his eyes as he makes his way over to your bed.

"You think you're fucking funny? Is that it, you little shit? You think you're playing games?"

All of this is said as he makes his way to you, but you're not all that scared. You can see that tent in his pants, can hear how the words lack the bite they have when he's really angry.

Rolling over onto your front, you get up on your hands and knees, presenting your hole for him to see, no shame as you wiggle your hips and sigh wistfully.

Bailey grabs your hair again, this time with his other on your waist, pushing you down so that your face is smushed into your sheets but your ass is still high and ready to be taken.

"Hurry up," you whimper as he fumbles with his belt, receiving a smack on your ass in response.

Bailey huffs, pulling down his pants and underwear just enough to get his cock out. It's thicker than you'd thought it would be. It makes your insides tingle in anticipation.

Leaning over you, one hand on the back of your neck while the free one lines him up with your hole, Bailey closes his eyes and hisses as he sinks in. All of that playing with yourself made it easy to do so, even if you were a little dry.

There's no waiting, no adjusting, just a brutal fucking at mach-20 speed as your finger nails dig into and almost rip your sheets.

"Take it like the good whore you are," Bailey spits, eyes fixated on your own. Yours aren't focused on anything, completely glazed over and rolling back from his battering of your poor little hole.

Even with all of the sex toys you own, none of it compares to the real thing. None of it can replicate that heat that you feel coming from your dad's body, nor the grunts he lets out. Your wrists get tired from fucking yourself this hard all too quickly, but daddy's hips don't stop.

This is all you want. His undivided attention on you for more than five seconds. Him making you feel good, him just taking care of you. He's doing all of that right now. He's giving you exactly what he'd denied you for so, so long.

Your wrists are snatched and pulled behind your back, making it so that your face takes the brunt of Bailey's thrusts. His leather belt snakes around your wrists, binding them tightly together.

"Stop looking so happy, this is meant to be a punishment," Bailey growls, again smacking your ass, only harder than before. Jokes on him, you love the stinging pain. You love how he'll leave hand-shaped bruises on your skin.

Slowing his pace, Bailey spanks you with a rhythm. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. The hammering of his dick may be slower, but he's pounding harder than before. That familiar pressure in your gut grows, that tenseness of your muscles reaches almost painful.

It's when he leans over to whisper in your ear that you take him so well; that you take him like you're made to be his personal little cocksleeve, that makes you cum. Now you're making a mess of your own bed, calling out for your dear dad to hurry up and finish inside of you. You need it, you need to know what it feels like.

He obliges not a few minutes after, biting into the skin of your back as his cock jerks inside of you, hot spurts of seed ending up dribbling down your thighs and joining your own liquids.

Bailey swallows hard as he lets you go. Watches you wiggle around to get comfy, your wrists still behind your back. He should have more control than he did just then. He should have kept to himself and never even acknowledged the stunt you'd pulled. Too fucking late now.

"Daddy? Can you get my wrists?"

Are you making your voice higher on purpose? Making yourself sound small and weak so that he'll coddle you?

Fuck you because it works. He's energised from the sex and wants to actually take care of you for some reason. He never has, has he? Never looked after his little one properly. You're not little anymore. You're an adult, about to graduate and likely get a job or go to uni. He's missed so much.

"Yeah, I've got you."

With steady hands, Bailey frees you from his belt, laying down beside you as you snuggle into his side with a content sigh. He hands you your water bottle when you ask, smiles at you jabbing his side when he steals a sip.

So much lost time. He'll have to make up for it now, he supposes.

#bailey the caretaker #spill your guts #milkypop #'nw inc*st' #'nw grapefruit'

[talatomaz]

kidnapped | hailey upton x fem!reader

a/n: of course, I have to make everything angsty since hurt-comfort is my fave genre 😁

this is based off 5x16 (chicago med) but instead of nat being kidnapped, it’s the reader.

requested by anon: “a hailey upton x female reader. where the reader works at 51 or med and both hailey and the reader have hidden their relationship from everyone.”

warnings: mentions of blood/guns. kidnapping (past and present). sexual references

word count: 2.4k

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after reader gets kidnapped by a murderer, hailey finds herself losing her mind because, though nobody else knows, her and reader have been in a relationship for almost a year and she is the love of her life

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“Okay, I’m at work now. Have a great day, love.”

“You too, baby. Bye.”

You smiled as your girlfriend disconnected the call.

You had been dating Hailey for just under a year and you couldn’t help but be a bit pleased that the two of you had managed to keep it a secret this long.

With you working in Chicago Med and Hailey working in Intelligence, there was a lot of overlap with your work and considering you all spent your free time at Molly’s, it was a surprise that no one knew of your relationship.

You’d met Hailey almost two years ago. She had brought in a young teenager who’d been a victim of a home invasion - her parents had been brutally murdered leaving her as the sole survivor.

Hailey had remained by her side the entire time and you couldn’t help but appreciate that. Many detectives tended to just leave the injured with you or your fellow colleagues and then go off to work their respective cases.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, mind you. But there was something about the way that Hailey cared for this child that had just captivated your heart.

And since that day, you’d found yourself pining, for lack of a better word, over the blonde. But what you hadn’t realised was that she had felt the exact same way about you.

For several months, the two of you found yourself dancing around your feelings, both on the precipice of revealing your feelings before relenting at the last second. It was only until Ruzek had hit on you one night at Molly’s that had Hailey finally revealing how she felt about you.

You remembered how she stood there, cheeks red from the cold, eyes full of jealousy and black with lust. Suffice it to say, you couldn’t help but mentally thank Adam for unwittingly hitting on you because it had allowed you to finally be with the detective. And almost a year down the line, you were stronger than ever.

“Morning, Dr L/N!”

Blinking, you gathered your thoughts and turned to see Dr Marcel walking towards you. Furrowing your brows, you spoke, “Didn’t your shift start an hour ago?”

“Forgot my badge in my car. I should superglue it to my forehead.”

Returning his laugh, you spoke, “Think a stapler might work better.”

As you were about to walk away, your head whipped around to face a man running up the two of you. You immediately noticed the blood staining his hands and before you could speak, his voice came out in a frantic and rapid pants. Partly because he was running but mostly, you assumed, because of fear.

“Help! My wife. She’s in labour. She’s bleeding real bad.”

Glancing over at Crockett, you saw that his expression mirrored yours and, without hesitation, the two of you ran after the man, following him to his car to help his wife.

You were shocked, however, when upon approaching the van, you saw a man lay bleeding on the floor. His hand raised, a gun in his palm. Though it was winter, the sun still beamed and the light glistened off the metal, threatening to blind you.

“Give me your phones and get in.” The man, who’d come running up to you just moments before, said harshly.

“You don’t have to do this.” You said calmly, obeying his orders.

You weren’t sure how your voice came out so steady when it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you before his gun would surely kill you.

“I’m the surgeon, alright. Let her go.”

Crockett’s attempts to reason with the two men were futile as they shouted for the two of you to get in.

Holding your breath, you willed yourself to calm down, needing to believe that Hailey would soon be looking for you.

God, please let Hailey find you.

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“Get up.”

Turning to look behind you, the man, who’d tricked you this morning, opened the van doors and you fought to hide a shiver as the cold Chicago air blasted through you.

You looked over at Marcel who tried to sit up as best he could, “I’m the surgeon. Let me go. I know what to get.”

“Cuff him. Do it.”

Catching the set of handcuffs that had been thrown in your face, you followed the man’s orders and, with a solemn look, you cuffed your friend to the bar above his head.

“Come on.”

You bit your tongue to prevent a curse leaving your lips as the man, what could only be described as, yanked you out of the van and held you tight to his side.

“Make any stupid moves and you and your friend both die.”

After picking up some supplies, you approached the checkout and silently pleaded at the cashier with your eyes, wishing that he could see the panic in your eyes and alarm someone to your predicament.

When it became obvious that that wasn’t going to happen, you began to lose hope before catching a glimpse of a security camera in the corner of your eye. Glancing up at your kidnapper, you saw he was preoccupied with paying, giving you a brief moment of reprieve to remove your hospital badge, letting it fall to the marble ground.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go.” The man said, feigning a nurturing tone as he spoke to you through clenched teeth.

You winced at his harsh grip and followed him back to the van where you helped Marcel perform surgery to repair the bullet wound in the man’s leg, whom you assumed to be the brother of the driver.

Hailey frowned as she looked at the text she had sent you a few hours earlier; the one tick indicating that you hadn’t read it yet.

Where were you?

She tried to reason with herself, believing that maybe you were busy in the ER but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened.

And Jay and Voight’s secrecy only seemed to add to her panic.

For the past few hours, her partner had been leaving the district and then coming back with a schooled look on his face that Hailey knew he used to conceal his worry.

And it didn’t help that whenever his phone rang, he left to privately answer it and immediately went to Voight’s office, closing the door which people only did in serious situations.

When Jay left Voight’s office, Hailey got up from her chair and grabbed Jay’s arm, dragging him into the dingy break room.

“What’s going on?”

“What?” Halstead crossed his arms, his attempts to feign confusion failing miserably.

“Never play poker, Jay. What’s going on?” Hailey repeated.

Jay sighed, “Dr L/N and Marcel have been kidnapped.”

The blood drained from Hailey’s face as she grew visibly pale. Trying to keep her voice as steady as she could, she spoke, “What?”

“Maggie found their phones in the car park. There was blood on them and we lifted a partial print and matched it to Tyler Clemons. A convicted murderer.”

Hailey leaned against the table when she felt her knees buckle beneath her.

Halstead stared at her in concern but before he could question it, his phone rang.

Hailey watched silently as he hummed in response to the other person on the line. When he disconnected, he looked at the blonde, his eyes filled with unbridled relief.

“I think we’ve found them. Gear up. I’ll tell Voight.”

Without hesitation, Hailey immediately rushed out the door and ran downstairs to get ready.

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“This is Detective Jay Halstead with the Chicago Police Department.”

Your shoulders slumped in relief as you heard your friend’s voice be projected through, what you assumed was, a megaphone.

The two men had taken you to their mother’s home where you gained clarity on the reasoning for their actions.

The injured man, who you learned was called Tyler, had a young son diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything you or Marcel could do, and instead, you’d been forced to restrain yourself to the wooden chairs you were currently sitting on.

You listened as Halstead announced that the house was surrounded, hoping that Hailey was outside but simultaneously wishing that she wasn’t in fear of it going sideways - you didn’t want her to see your dead body.

“Here. Uncuff her.”

You held your breath as Tyler threw the keys at Crockett, not wanting to say a word in case he ended up changing his mind.

After he freed you, you rubbed your wrists, slightly wincing at the red marks that had risen on your tanned skin. Then you began to protest when Tyler made it obvious that he was only letting you go but after some persuasion from your friend, you reluctantly left Crockett in the house.

Opening the front door to the suburban home, you felt another wave of cold air run through you and you raised your hands in a surrendering gesture.

“Patrol, stand down. Friendly coming out.” Jay had yelled and then you found yourself being hurried behind shields to where Jay stood.

And Hailey.

The moment you laid eyes on the blonde, you fell into her arms as she held you fiercely against her.

Her arms wrapped tightly around you before she pulled you back. Her eyes roamed over you, trying to look for any injuries.

“I’m okay.” You whispered, your hands on hers.

Her eyes filled with tears as she tugged you back towards her and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, laced with the ferocity that often came with almost losing someone you love.

Pulling away once more, you rested your forehead against hers and breathed out, your breath coming out in harsh pants.

“I think the cat’s out of the bag now.”

You laughed dryly as you glanced up, noticing Halstead, Maggie, Natalie and April staring at you both with wide eyes.

“I don’t care.”

And you could tell she truly didn’t when she kissed you again, more tender this time.

“God, I thought I’d lost you. I was so worried.”

“I’m okay, baby. I’m right here.”

You reassured your girlfriend as you embraced her once more, wanting nothing more than to feel her bare skin on yours, devoid of the winter clothing she was currently wearing.

“I love you so much, y/n. I never want to be without you again.” Hailey whispered harshly, gently rocking you in her arms, her hand cradling your head against her chest.

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“I’m glad to see you’re okay, y/n.”

“Thanks, Kev.”

Almost everyone had gathered at Molly’s despite it being past midnight. You’d all collectively decided that, after the day you’d had, you needed a drink. Marcel had stayed for a while and you thanked him for looking after you whilst you were taken. Hailey also expressed her gratitude to the surgeon which he accepted graciously before deciding to turn in for the night.

You were currently sitting in a booth, cuddled up against Hailey, her arm wrapped comfortably around your waist.

Since the house, she hadn’t left your side once, not when you were getting checked out by the paramedics nor when you were giving your statement to the police.

And whilst being by your side, she also never let her hands leave you. Whether it be a hand on yours or her arm around your waist, she was never not touching you.

To be truthful, you were grateful because her touch grounded you and made you feel safe in a situation where your sense of security had been shattered.

“That was a smart move, dropping your badge on the gas station’s floor.” Halstead commented, sipping his beer.

“Did what I had to do. Speaking of which, Maggie, I’m gonna need that back so I can go to work tomorrow.”

Just as Maggie was about to hand the badge over to you, she snatched it out of your reach.

“Um, I don’t think so. You are taking a few days off, at the minimum.”

You raised your brows, challenging her when she spoke again.

“L/N, if I see you in my ER tomorrow, I’m gonna cuff you to your bed.” Maggie said, making everyone else around you laugh.

“Hey, if anyone’s cuffing y/n to the bed, it’s gonna be me.”

You blushed profusely at Hailey’s comment, the redness of your cheeks contrasting with your tanned skin.

“Kinky.” Jay commented before abruptly closing his mouth when Hailey stared at him.

“Now, how the hell did you manage to keep this a secret for a year?”

“Yeah, aren’t you supposed to be detectives?” Natalie joked, looking at Burgess, Atwater and Halstead.

“Guess we’re just great at keeping secrets. And it became kinda fun, I guess.” You shrugged, glancing up into Hailey’s eyes and she smiled at you.

“Yeah, it became like a game to us. To see how long we could keep it secret.”

“Probably could have kept it secret much longer if you hadn’t kissed me like that.” You chuckled, planting a soft kiss on Hailey’s lips when she playfully frowned.

“Says the one who got kidnapped.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I got kidnapped again.”

“Again?!”

Everyone except Hailey stilled as they all stared at you.

“It’s a long story.” You stated.

It wasn’t that difficult to talk about now but it still left you uncomfortable and you wished you could will the words back into your mouth.

Sensing your discomfort, Hailey answered for you.

“A story for another day. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Nodding, you stood up and hugged your friends goodbye and then left the bar, your hand clutched tightly in Hailey’s.

“Are you okay?” She leant down slightly to kiss your cheek and then whispered in your ear.

Not wanting to lie but not able to find the right words either, you ended up shrugging instead. At that, Hailey brought your joined hands up to her lips where she gently placed a kiss on yours.

“I’m here for you, baby. Tonight and every other night.” Hailey said, alluding to the bad memories that would surely plague your sleep.

Since being with Hailey, the night terrors you’d once had about your past had become more infrequent.

Though, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. The trauma of almost dying coupled with your previous abduction would ensure your lack of sleep.

But you would have Hailey next to you, so it wasn’t that much of a bother.

You may not feel safe in the world but you did feel safe in her arms and that was enough for you.

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[phrynewrites]

sorry tumblr ate your asks :( but yay new prompts! “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before” is screaming early blind date or teachers au to me! or “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time” for some angsty socialite au 🖤

Here’s some earlier teachers au, in which Jasmine and Bosco are doing this weird little dance around each other, this time at the copier. Enjoy! 

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.” 

Jasmine didn’t need Bosco’s snide commentary right now. Frankly, she didn’t need it ever. She didn’t need it when she’d accidentally submitted unfinished Lexile tests for their class and Bosco had to retrieve them for her in the eleventh hour. She didn’t need it when they passed by her bulletin board, studying her crooked stapling before their eye caught Jasmine, struggling to load the stapler again, piercing her own thumb. And she certainly didn’t need it when Jasmine had scolded a kid for wandering through the hallways, only for Bosco to pop out of their room and witness the now obviously sick child, heave and retch and vomit tater tots all over Jasmine’s shoes. 

So Jasmine continues to find Bosco’s judgemental gaze unwelcome as she hits the start button on the copier, only to hear the machine screech under her touch, the gears grinding as though she were trying to accelerate onto the highway in a rusted out Chevy rather than trying to print out twenty two packets of adverb practice sentences. 

“It’s just jammed.” Jasmine tries to keep her cool, tries to focus. She thinks about all those points she scored during the volleyball game. The one nice parent at Open House. Bosco helping her across the high ropes—

She slams her palm against the copier, earning a tisk from Bosco, their annoying tongue sucking at the back of their annoying teeth. And then their annoying heels—god forbid they consider their aging arches and wear flats like a normal human—clicking toward her. 

“Easy there, no need to be rough.” Bosco pries her hand off of the machine, pushing Jasmine to the side. “You need to be gentle with her.” 

Jasmine can’t help but scoff, not only at Bosco acting like they’re the copier whisperer, but also the concept of them being gentle. 

Though Bosco must have heard the scoff, as they turned, propped a hand on their hip, just like Jasmine had seen them do with her unruly homeroom class when it was their time in French and Jasmine’s well earned prep-period, and let their smile curl. But it was the muttered, “you’d be surprised, you’d be surprised,” it’s cloying, spun-sugar sweet tone that really grips her. 

And with that, Bosco crouches down and pries the copier open, perfectly balanced even as they tug harshly at the door. And in quick movements they’re turning the top spindle, then the bottom spindle, their fingers easing the crumpled packet out from between the rollers and into the world. 

She swears they bounce on their heels once, twice, three times, before they’re up and towering over Jasmine again, waving the toner-charred papers so they graze her cheek. 

“You pressed the corner staple, didn’t you?” Bosco flips through the packet idly, as though the culprit of a packet is answering rather than her. 

“Well yeah.” Jasmine rolls her eyes. She doesn’t want to play this game. “I wanted them stapled in the right corner.” 

The corner of Bosco’s lips scrunch, to the point where Jasmine isn’t entirely sure how their plush red lipstick isn’t smeared down onto their chin. “Rookie mistake. Here, let me show you.” 

But Jasmine’s already back at the copier, pressing buttons again, disinterested in Bosco’s lecture on the copier, knowing it’s going to lead to her feeling demeaned and stupid, just like Bosco’s advice always leaves her. 

Bosco snakes behind her, seizing her fingers with their hand, cool rings pressed against her knuckles. 

“Stop doing that,” Bosco says. Though as close as Bosco is, hand over hand, chest to back, it feels like a whisper, winding its way around her spine. 

“You keep doing corner staple.” They’re stern, pressing deeper, their arm covering hers now. “You need to stop doing corner staple or you’re going to break the machine.” 

“But I want a corner staple. If I press corner staple I should get corner staple.” 

“You’re really trying to out-logic the copier, princess?”

It doesn’t have the same bite as usual. There’s something in Bosco’s voice, in the air around them, in the way Jasmine can feel their loose hairs against her neck as they shake their head, that softens words Jasmine would otherwise take as a blow. “You’ve got to do the double staple to get one staple.” 

“I just want one staple,” Jasmine says, swatting their hand away. Bosco doesn’t budge. 

“Why don’t you say it again? I didn’t hear you.” Bosco scoffs, reaching over Jasmine to press the button. 

“I said I just want one—” Jasmine pushes back against them, her attempts feeble until Bosco moves on their own accord. She thinks she’s free, and she’s ready to scold them for thinking they know what’s best for her, about how she doesn’t want double-stapled packets because Bosco, who doesn’t know everything, is blissfully unaware that her kids pull the staples out and play “chicken” with each other, seeing how many staples they can dig into their palms before needing the nurse…

But when she turns, she finds her words slide back down her throat and Bosco, holding a packet idly out toward Jasmine, their raised brow betraying their clear desire to act casual about the whole affair. 

A packet with a single staple. Neat. Slanted and perfectly aligned. 

And Bosco, smile returned, beaming down at her. It should be golden, but Jasmine only sees red. 

“Now, I’m not going to say I told you so, but a thank you—” 

“Then don’t.” Jasmine snatches the rest of her packets off the tray and marches off, willing her brain to move away from Bosco’s ever grating grin, their ever cocky attitude, and their ever soft hand, lying on top of her own.

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#Bosco is the copier whisper I'm just letting everyone know that #it adds to their mysterious french teacher aesthetic #like they know all the copiers like past lovers #which irritates jasmine to no end because goddamn how is it possible that they have special knowledge of a copier?? #how does jasmine simply not understand the idea of a copier like it should not be this difficult?? #why is everything difficult? #also bosco is more than happy to be flirty by the copier #especially later when they're working their way through the french textbooks #👀 #but thank you for the ask hun! #it's greatly appreciated and i had such fun with this one! #also thanks for helping me out since the stupid dumb website deleted my asks :( #for anon #asks answered #jasco teachers au

[matchamorphosis]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓀

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓎 | after an anxiety episode, you and ari make cookies together.

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 | steamy angsty fluff!

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 | daddy!ari levinson × black//woc!reader

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 | 4.3K

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 | 18+ ddlg! ♡ anxiety attack ♡ some sexual themes ♡ degradation ♡ dick jokes ♡ hints to smut but nothing else! ♡ this is all 100% concentrated fluff

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈 | love language by ariana grande ♡ tuxedo junction by glenn miller  ♡

𝓌. 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 | okay so i tried okay i tried to make it as fluffy as i can but i just couldn’t help to not lace my own school circumstances into this while writing :( i can’t believe I got this out in just a day but i hope y’all enjoy this cherubs!!! ♡ do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

 ♡ the sight of the tiny blue ‘submit’ button at the bottom of the screen increased the swirling thoughts as your eyes turned to the ticking clock at the bottom right of the computer screen.

 ♡ you don’t take a second to breathe but anxiously bite the flesh of your lower lip, this week long project was coming to a crashing deadline as it was due in just a minute from now.

 ♡ how have you gotten yourself in this distressful circumstance?

 ♡ well typical clumsy you blacked out in a power nap for the past hours when you thought you submitted the assignment while waiting for your friend to do the touch ups of her portion of the assignment worth one-third of your semester grade.

 ♡ waking up from the long nap felt like cloudy heaven, mind finally relaxed accompanied with the delicious looseness of your energized limbs as you stretched them.

 ♡ of course the rosy moment was quickly diminished when you reached for your phone at your side table, hoping to catch up on any recent news you missed out from your nap.

 ♡ and you had as you skimmed through each and every exhilarating and restless text from your friend who apparently got a message from both your professor that the assignment wasn’t turned in.

 ♡ your mind raced as you quickly opened your laptop, tracing through your emails you eye the message from your professor that was outlined in red.

 ♡ the simple sentence of: this assignment affects your semester grade, turn it in before the deadline.

 ♡ had your widening eyes taking the email in, your mind flashed through the memory when you strictly remembered that you clicked the submit button.

 ♡ you know you did, you fucking know it but here you are anxiously rushing to submit it again.

 ♡ but at this point it doesn’t matter because you are now seconds away from turning it in before the whole portion of the google classroom submission turns grey.

 ♡ gathering the link to the word document that held your assignment the beating in your chest was beginning to level once your hand dragged the mouse pad cursor to the little blue button.

 ♡ rechecking the links you don’t dare take an inhale until your painted cherry red index finger clicks down hard on the submit button, eyes widening and heart pounding when the little loading circle appears.

 ♡ “c’mon!” your hushed whisper stresses, your hands forming into tight fists that rest onto the warm plushness of your thighs your skirt didn’t cover.

 ♡ uneasy eyes flash to the clock onto your macbook and notice the white font against the black outline displaying 11:59, you let out a closed lip whine when the loading whirlpool doesn’t go away and the bold purple words of ‘submitted!’ don’t appear on your screen.

 ♡ however, with whatever saving grace and golden strand of luck that was fortunately bestowed on you, that easing message appeared seconds away from the striking hour of midnight.

 ♡ letting out a relieved sigh your head falls back as you closed and rubbed your eyes, your cold fingertips attempting to cool your racing head you move them away from your face when your phone tings.

 ♡ grabbing your phone that was thrown in your blitzing uneasiness minutes ago the sight of your friends name appears on your lockscreen, under it holds their message.

 ♡ please [y/n] tell me you turned it in.

 ♡ you unlock your phone and message them back, informing them that you have turned it in which you received the same relieved feedback that coursed through your mind a minute ago.

 ♡ closing off the conversation with a comment of speaking to them tomorrow you shut off your phone and closed your macbook, setting them both on their individual chargers before walking out of your room.

 ♡ you can hear the light jazz of glenn millers ‘tuxedo junction’ fuzz through the halls, the pinkness of your socks that cover your feet guide you to where the music gets stronger and stronger.

 ♡ ari’s office door is slightly cracked, the music bustling inside it flowing out into the hallway you step closer and peek your eye through the crack.

 ♡ there you see your lover, sitting at his polished desk, a cigarette in hand he puffs it as his spectacle eyes glance down at the papers that lie in front of him, an ink pen in his other grasp writes down what he needs to.

 ♡ glancing down you notice his feet tapping against the carpet to the suave rhythm of the jazz blasting on a small speaker at the corner near his numerous chestnut bookshelves and flourishing green potted plants.

 ♡ taking a deep inhale of the cigar the white smoke that slips through his lips looks like a soft cotton cloud, your heart jumps to an opportunity when his hand that holds his pen stops writing.

 ♡ his eyes skimming through his papers as his fingers adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose, setting down his burning thick cigar on the ashtray near him as well.

 ♡ fingers framing the sides of his bearded cheeks, your lover reads his written work with a careful eye, foot continuing to tap as the beat enters into its main rowdy trumpet chorus.

 ♡ pink tongue gliding against his rosy lips, his eyes shine and with that he takes the papers in both his hands and evens them out, grabbing the stapler that’s set near his neatly arranged pens he clicks the thick papers together.

 ♡ grabbing a navy blue folder he sets the papers in it and opens one of his desk drawers before setting his paperwork amongst his other files, shutting it closed his fingers grab his cigar that is still burning.

 ♡ taking it back between his lips your eyes don’t leave them, you never wanted to be that cigar so badly, your heart skips a beat when ari’s yes set against yours, a smirk peeking his tobacco smoked lips you let out a hushed ‘eep’ and back away from the door.

 ♡ you hear ari’s deep chuckle from in his office, causing your face to heat up and limbs to go stiff in embarrassment, peeking your face again through the doors crack your eyes set back on ari’s amused smirk and you gasp and move your head away.

 ♡ ari let out a airy laugh, oh he was enjoying your flustered state, he always found it so cute when he caught you staring at him.

 ♡ “come in princess,” he spoke.

 ♡ smirk still plastered on his lips he exhales another white smoky cloud before putting out the thick cigar, not wanting you to inhale any of the fumes.

 ♡ hears the door open, eyeing your shy figure walking to him growing confident with each step.

 ♡ your hips, legs and shoulders dance along the jazzy miller piece, making his smirk widen as you sway and swing your body to emphasize your pronounced curves that hide in your thick collared sweater and tennis skirt.

 ♡ he can’t snatch his eyes away from your soft thighs that aren’t properly covered from that ridiculously short skirt, his eyes darken when he sees your fingers unbuttoning the buttons of the top portion of the designer sweatshirt.

 ♡ your hands do a sinister job at gliding up your curves slowly, teasingly rising the hem of your flowy skirt before gripping the bottom of your unbuttoned canary yellow sweatshirt.

 ♡ pulling it off your bodice and over your head you throw it behind you to reveal the crop top that tightly wraps your chest, displaying your plump cleavage ari’s darken eyes latch upon.

 ♡ “hi daddy,” you speak through your glossed lips and batting lashes, stepping around to stand besides his figure sitting in his leather swivel chair.

 ♡ those honeyed words are spoken in an almost purr, your eyes skimming his face and to the objects that cover his desk your curious fingertips and cherry painted acrylics graze and clack against.

 ♡ the image of his dark eyes sparkle when they meet yours, they glimmer in adoration as one of his large warm hands rise to cup your cheek.

 ♡ “hello princess,” the deepness of his words has your chest fluttering and the heat of your core radiating sensually, your eyes leave his and your lips press against each other abashed.

 ♡ his smirk turns into a soft smile, how can his little pearl be so bold yet shy at the same time?

 ♡ whatever it is about you he savors and cherishes, his hand that cups your chin is removed to pat down on his trouser thigh but maybe he thinks otherwise on the known signal that you're a bit to latched on the mood and want him to take over whatever thick sexual tension he started.

 ♡ however he’s surprised as his little shy pearl wraps her arms around his neck, pedicured fingers lacing in his shoulder length hair as soft legs smoothly straddle his lap, it made it all easier that they were parted slightly as you settled your bum against his calves.

 ♡ took him by another surprise as you smashed your bubblegum glossed lips against his, rubbing your chest against his as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

 ♡ you usually don’t kiss him like this after he had a cigar but ari isn’t complaining as he swirls his tongue with yours, his large hands travel down to cup your bum to find a nice surprise which results in his pants tightening more against his thick bulge.

 ♡ your shameless skirt doesn’t even cover your ass properly, the fringed designer cloths trimming curtains the curve of your ass but leaves the plump dips of your under cheeks uncovered for his rough palms to smooth and grope.

 ♡ you moan against his lips but that soft moans turns into a pitched whine as he releases his lips from your erotic mouth, in result he lightly slaps your ass before groping the flesh.

 ♡ “how was your nap sleeping beauty?” ari’s voice low and raspy at the cause of your kiss, you sigh and bow your head at remembering the thought.

 ♡ “it was nice daddy but it turned a little rotten after,” your pout causes his brows to scrunch.

 ♡ “why’s that princess?” his hands smooth and pat your hair still slightly untamed from your nap, your hands that grip his expansive button up smooth the material down.

 ♡ “because I had to rush to turn in an assignment I thought I turned in, it was so stressful finding out from my friend who thankfully reminded me of so,” you mutter, your mood becoming spoiled when remembering school.

 ♡ nowadays you barely enjoyed your time with your daddy without worrying about any uncompleted assignments or the thought of your grades dropping or being fully invested in studying.

 ♡ school was a killjoy, it was killing your special time with your daddy and even though you still turned in that project your mind still was filled with anxiety and stress.

 ♡ “have you turned in your assignment doll?” ari spoke and you nodded your head, calming a bit as his hand rubs your back up and down, the sensation almost therapeutic. “then what is my princess worrying about?”

 ♡ your pout signifies it all, you don’t know what your stressing about, maybe you forgot another assignment that needed to be turned in, maybe you forgot to study for a test that was nearing soon, maybe you missed a virtual class during your nap.

 ♡ your eyes water and your bottom lip trembles, the grip you have on his button up tightens with your fear-riddled scrunch, your breathing stuttering which has ari sitting up to grab your face in his hands.

 ♡ “hey, hey. baby calm down-,” but your breathing still stutters as your face scrunches and streams in your aggressive tameless tears.

 ♡ “baby, sweetheart look at me!” his voice snaps to your attention as your red eyes meet soothing aqua pools, hands gripping his shoulders and teary eyes locked in need to keep him close but he seems like an ocean away.

 ♡ “count with me baby, like we practiced before. inhale-” he says, inhaling a breath and your stuttering lungs are quick to inhale a breath along with him, your mind however races still. “exhale,” he whispers and lets out a breath and you do so.

 ♡ “one,” you two continued this breathing session till your tears stopped and your pacing chest settled calmly against his, the only sound being the soft trumpet of another jazz song playing and your soft sniffs.

 ♡ his arms cage you in a warm secure hug, hands rubbing soothing circles against your back as your open hands rest against his chest, he had you drink a glass of water with a tylenol tablet to ease you.

 ♡ yet your silence is a major tell to ari that your mind is still scrambling despite feeling your stable heartbeat against his, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

 ♡  “[y/n]? princess?” ari softly speaks, your eyes slightly sting from your vicarious crying and your head aches from the episode that happened a while ago, cheeks slightly damped, you raise your hands to wipe them dry.

 ♡ pulling your head away from his collar bones you sit up to meet his reassured glance to yours, “i’m sorry daddy,” you spoke, it was almost drenched in seeking forgiveness but ari shove his head while cupping your face in his hands again pulling your face to his.

 ♡  “no sweetheart don’t apologize, it’s all alright. something like this shouldn’t need an apology, you aren’t at any fault because you’ve done nothing wrong but let out your emotions.” your eyes watered with his comforting words.

 ♡ “it’s not the things that are stressing you that are bothering you, it’s just the thought. it’s just your thoughts, just and only your thoughts but you got through that so well princess. i’m so proud of you.” ari’s thumbs swiped away at each of your tears, your lips slowly curling up in a small smile at his praise.

 ♡ sitting up on your knees you rested your forehead against his, nose bumping against his you giggled as our daddy’s eyes squinted at the impact before letting out a soft chuckle,

 ♡  your eyes glimmering as they twined to ari’s cooling blue hues through his frameless thin glasses, your hands rise up to caress his bearded cheeks, his finely soft hairs tenderly scratch your fingers and palms while his rub your bare lower back.

 ♡ an equally tender smile radiates off both of you before he pecks your lips to his.

 ♡ “tell me princess, tell daddy what you want. anything you want you’re getting,” his words string together a thoughtful expression compressed on your pretty facial features, your stomach interrupts you both as it loudly growls.

 ♡ “clever princess, you didn’t have to tell daddy when he could hear your hungry tummy,” ari’s own comment makes him laugh loudly and your face heats up as you swat his chest.

 ♡ “stop being mean daddy,” you grumble with a pout but you still see that handsome smirk against his face and as much as you wanna turn your head away when he grabs your chin you allow him to kiss you.

 ♡ “alright daddy’s done with being a meanie. c’mon sweetheart, lets get some food inside that tummy,” he says poking your belly.

 ♡ the tickling sensation lets out a giggle from you while he grabs your body to wrap your legs around his waist as he gets off his seat.

 ♡ ari carries you out of his office to the kitchen, setting you down on the lavish island that stands in the large kitchen however you whine when the cold surface hits your back thighs.

 ♡ the little sound alerts ari who turns his head to you after searching the refrigerator for some ingredients to create a suitable meal for you.

 ♡ “oh right, sorry princess,” he says and carries you to a cushioned chair near the dinner table, of course you could jump off the counter and walk to the seat yourself but you both like it when he babied you.

 ♡ after just a minute of searching through the refrigerator he closes his with a sigh, “do you wanna order something sugarplum?” he said and you smiled and nodded your head.

 ♡ “yes daddy,” you spoke and his chest hums in glee seeing your joy laced in your voice, he allowed you to order whatever food you wanted on your food delivery app since he wasn’t an expert at those things.

 ♡ a thing about ari is that he was so old fashioned, he didn’t have a computer to organize all his files because he had numerous drawers and file cabinets to keep all his important documents.

 ♡ his portable device was a flip phone and as much as you teased him for it he didn’t bulge at taking interest in any technological advances to his life.

 ♡ “is that all you want sweetheart? you don’t want anything else for the night?” ari spoke as he poured you a glass of ice cubed strawberry mint water from a glass pitcher, setting the cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phones feed.

 ♡ you smile up at him as you take the glass, “can we make cookies?” you ask before raising the glasses rim to your lips and taking a sip of the cold minty berry water.

 ♡ “didn’t you order a dessert on the app?” he asked and you shook your head no, the dessert options the restaurant of your choice didn’t really have anything that sparked interest to your midnight cravings.

 ♡ “don’t you think it’s a bit late to bust open the flour and sugar baby?” he said and a naughty smile grazes your lips at his question.

 ♡ “daddy it’s never too late to bust open anything if you put your mind to it,” your smooth voice spoke as you got off your seat to walk to the refrigerator, possessing a bit of flounce to your hips.

 ♡ you opened the stainless steel door handle and grabbed the large bar of nestle tollhouse cookie dough, closing the door behind you you walk to the island and place it in front of ari.

 ♡ if you both weren't doing it from scratch then this was the only option.

 ♡ he still stares down at it while you prepare the oven to preheat, getting out the cooking spray, parchment and cookie tray, “what’s wrong daddy?”

 ♡ “that’s big baby,” he said, his eye’s proximate on how many chocolate chip cookies the large bar could make but he doesn’t notice the naughty smirk that crosses your lips again until his eyes move up towards yours.

 ♡ “I know daddy but it isn’t as big as you,” ari’s face blushes at those words but before he can recollect any thoughts or get his hands on your insatiable figure of your moving skirt turns away to grab a knife, diminishing all his thoughts he rushes to take it away from you.

 ♡ “daddy can do this part, you can roll the dough in balls. can you do that princess?” ari softly asks, cutting open the bar he cuts even slices then cuts the thick circular prism in half to have you roll them both into spheres.

 ♡ “of course daddy but only if you can let me lick yours after we’re done with this,” you say getting straight to work with rolling the cold dough in your palms but only after brushing your ass against his thigh.

 ♡ ari couldn’t help his face from flushing into a crimson rose, feeling his pants tightening around his hardening erection at your shameless proclamations and actions.

 ♡ but it didn’t have him distracted from the task at hand or from quickly smacking your ass, commanding you to behave for him.

 ♡ and you did, kept your dirty remarks to yourself as you placed the spheres of cookie dough in a correct distance from each other in rows on the cookie tray.

 ♡ you both decided that ten cookies after a bit of a banter between you and him as you used your puppy eyes on him to make the whole tube but he set the discussion to an end with a compromise.

 ♡ the compromise being that he’d let you stay up and watch whatever movie you want with him as you had your take out and cookies, adding your additional requests to the compromise that there better be lots of cuddles and kisses.

 ♡ he slides your hot pink baking oven mitts with the mini stitched cupcakes on them and popped the cookie tray in the hot oven. 

 ♡ turning to your figure sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the island setting the kitchen timer for twelve minutes and placing it down beside you.

 ♡ ari prepares the cooling rack and spatula for when the cookies are done, not noticing your neediness and attention seeking grabs at his collar and hair.

 ♡ “daddy,” you mutter, that bratty persona becoming clearer with each of your restless limbs and pouting lips attempting to grab his attention.

 ♡ “yes princess?” he spoke, his eyes moving towards yours to set sight of your signature doe eyes he knows so well.

 ♡ those doe eyes you give him when your bare and desperate underneath him. 

 ♡ scratching crescent moons on his back, moaning so sweetly for him as he thrusts his cock in and out of your velvety pussy.

 ♡ you don’t say anything though, all you do is part your legs and his eyes darken once they set sight of your wet core open on display under your skirt. 

 ♡ those same lust blown eyes dart down and meet your small peach colored panties crumbled on the floor underneath your dangling socked feet.

 ♡ before he can even do anything, before having the chance to rip that skirt off your body or getting on his knees and lick your tangy slicked folds the doorbell interrupts him.

 ♡ remembering your take-out, annoyance captivates ari but he smirks at the opportunity to tease you as you did him. 

 ♡ so instead of ignoring the delivery person he walks away from your weeping cunt and gaped mouth to get the door.

 ♡ returning with your food and to your glossy pout your whines and grabs for him become more demanding and louder as he takes his sweet time taking each plastic take-out container and brown bag filled with food out of the delivery bag to the table.

 ♡ “daddy!” your bratty calls for him but he just ignores as he takes out plates and napkins for you and him, setting them to look their best on the dinner table.

 ♡ organizing the plastic containers and bags of food in between your plates he finally turns and walks to you, grabbing your waist you smirk thinking you got what you wanted but it disappears when the following words leave his mouth.

 ♡ “dinner time princess,” his smirk is more arrogant than yours and it only widens as you glare up at him, you’re so cute when you don’t get what you want.

 ♡ “you don’t want dinner princess?” he asked and you nodded your head, ari’s brow quirks in amusement.

 ♡ “then what do you want then princess?” it wasn’t a question, more so a demand to have the brat in his arms to speak on what she wants.

 ♡ you cross your arms and turn your head away from him, setting your angry sight on anything besides ari which he doesn’t permit as he grabs your jaw firmly in hands and shifts your sight to him.

 ♡ “speak up dolly. good girls get whatever they ask for, brats get nothing,” he spoke and your glare doesn’t ease one bit but your answer is mumbled to softly and lowly for ari to hear, your attitude only adding only the impatience ari has for you in this situation.

 ♡ “i’m sorry princess,” ari spoke before gripping your ass in a rough harsh handleful, “but daddy didn’t hear you. can daddy’s little dumb brat speak up? or does daddy have to give his dumb baby dinner and send her to bed with no cookies and cock?”

 ♡ the growl that rolled off his lips hit against the shell of your ear as his fingertips dig sharply into the raw warm plushness of your ass, your breath staggered but the wetness that pools your pleasure seeking core doesn’t lessen.

 ♡ “I want daddy please. please can I have it daddy?” you whimper, your voice meek and fragile and nothing like the cocky brat that teased him both verbally and physically moments ago.

 ♡ “you’ve been making jokes on daddy’s cock and balls since I let you make your cookies and now when you're on the receiving end of the joke you can’t properly tell daddy you want it?”

 ♡ his voice was rough and course, his hands that smack and grope your ass hold the same fierceness as he picks you up before slamming your back against the metal of the refrigerator. 

 ♡ hearing the little breathy whine when his fingers purposely glide through your folds, his smirk darkens as your wetness coats his thick fingers.

 ♡ “oh, does my spoiled brat want daddy’s fingers? or does my spoiled brat want daddy’s cock?” he whispered as his head snakes in the crook of your neck.

    ♡ nibbling the tender skin under your ear that practically makes you cream against his stroking fingers.

 ♡ “I want your cock daddy! please, daddy! I need it!” your voice is a combination of whimpers and moans, the sound of it music to his ears.

 ♡ before he can give you another teasing stroke at your needy puffy folds, or command you to unbuckle his belt the timer for the cookies goes off.

 ♡ ari’s dark smirk shadows his face and you let out a whine knowingly the results of the night.

 ♡ it was going to take a while until you’ll get what you want and ari will partake in the satisfying discipline to teach you a lesson on misbehaving.

#♡ rosies mini headcannons ♡ #♡ ari levinson ♡ #ari levinson × reader #ari levinson × black!reader #ari levinson × woc!reader #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fluff! ♡✨ #ari levinson mini headcannon #chris evans headcannon #chris evans smut #ari levinson smut

[dailydianakko]

Dianakko soulmate au where your soulmate’s skin scars where you get hurt. WARNING!!!! It gets angsty and has mentions of self harm. Blacklist tw: self harm to avoid future posts like this please!

Diana is four when she gets her first scar. It’s on her ankle, and it’s very small. Almost like her foot got caught in the door. Two days later she gets one on her knee. Bernadette laughs because it looks like Diana’s soulmate is going to be clumsy.

Diana slowly accumulated small imperfections. All on her knees and elbows. When she gets a tiny scar on her lip at the age of eleven, all she can think is “did my soulmate try to eat a stapler”

Diana tries to be careful simply becuase it looks like her soulmate isn’t. She doesn’t hate the marks that cover her body; but she wants her soulmate to know that at least one of them is looking out for their well being.

Her soulmate seemingly stops getting hurt so much after awhile. Diana is thankful that they seemed to have gained some measure of grace.

Eventually Diana breaks the quiet promise she made to not scar her soulmate. She’s just so sad and angry that she’s alone after her mother’s death.

Akko is still reckless and wild, becuase it doesn’t occur to her that her actions have consequences.

The only scar she gets that is emotely noteworthy is a small one on her pinkie. It looks like it was a bad paper cut.

At least it was, until she gets small lines on her palms. They always fade after a few hours, like magic. She’s excited becuase maybe it means her partner is in a witching family. She tries to ignore that the scars look like wounds caused by a ruler.

When Akko is fourteen she gets more scars. They’re perfect and clean and it scares her. They’re in hidden areas, and she knows what it means. She wants to be even brighter and bring more joy because her soulmate is hurting. Every time a fresh cluster appears, Akko cries.

When they both get to Luna Nova, Akko wonders why Diana looks so banged up. Who would be that clumsy, and why were they soulmates with their polar opposite.

Diana remarks that “she pities Akko’s soulmate” After the broom race, simply becuase Akko is really beat up.

Akko figures out Diana is her soulmate when Diana appears next week with a fresh scar on her leg, same spot and shaped the scratch that used to be on her own leg. The first thing she does is cry before trying to approach Diana.

When Akko tells Diana, all Diana can do is apologize over and over. Because Akko didn’t mean to scar her soulmate. But Diana did.

They both cry for a solid hour. Diana tries to avoid Akko for weeks after, simply becuase she feels so guilty for doing what she did. Akko comforts her and soothes her.

After the debacle at the Cavendish Mansion, Diana has two scars on her ears. She wears them with pride, simply becuase it’s battle scars Akko got protecting her.

#lwa #little witch academia #diana cavendish #akko kagari #dianakko #diakko #lwa au #soulmate au #tw: self harm #daily speaks

[yasha-pick-me-up]

we get a few years (and then it wants us back)

a project I’ve worked on with @minky-for-short! It’s angsty, y’all, fair warning. If you’d rather read it on ao3, here’s the link! i hope you guys enjoy

Vax liked working at the hospital. He liked feeling useful, helping people to feel better. The fact that Pike was always nearby was a bonus, but he would have enjoyed the job regardless.

Even when it meant he couldn’t be home to tuck his babies in.

“Papa’s gonna read me two stories tonight!” Rosie chattered, animated even as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. “And he said tomorrow we can go play in the park!”

“Really?” Vax smiled, watching her sweet little face on his phone screen. “That’ll be so fun, won’t it?”

“Yup!” she beamed. “Robin’s gonna play hide and seek with me. And you can come!”

“Can I?” Vax chuckled. “Thank you, sweetheart. Can I talk to Papa now? I’m sure it’s past your bedtime.”

Rosie pouted and huffed but handed the phone over after blowing Vax as many kisses as she could. He could hear her giggling as she and Robin went down the hall to their rooms and was still smiling when Shaun’s face appeared.

“Good luck getting her settled down,” he grinned, and Shaun laughed ruefully, shaking his hair free from its ponytail. “You look handsome tonight,” Vax sighed.

“Thank you, my bird,” Shaun smiled. “You look tired. Remind me when your shift ends?”

“I’ll be home around three,” Vax said, double checking his schedule. He peered closely at his husband in the camera. “Please don’t wait up for me this time. Get some sleep and I’ll let myself in.”

Shaun huffed. “I like to see you when you come in…” At Vax’s frown, he relented, grinning. “Yes, fine, Vax’ildan, I’ll go to sleep in our cold, empty bed all by myself, waiting for you to come home and fill the gap you’ve left.”

Vax snorted, eyes rolling. “Bastard.” They both trailed off, just smiling at each other, happy to see each other’s faces, until Vax sighed.

“I should get back to work,” he murmured. “Kiss the babies for me, yeah?”

“You have my word,” Shaun promised, smiling softly. “Don’t work too hard.”

Vax chuckled. “I love you, Shaun. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Vax. I love you too.”

Vax always hated the silence after they ended the call, the sudden lack of Shaun’s bright presence. Shaking his head, he got to his feet to take his turn of rotations.

It was a quiet night, which made the hospital seem slightly eerie as he made his way down the corridors, but Vax was glad there were no emergencies, at least, but it made the hours drag on and on. 3 a.m. seemed like a lifetime away.

He was on his way back from getting coffee when he turned the corner and saw Shaun, leaning against the wall outside the nurses’ station. Just the sight of him made Vax smile, laughing as he hurried toward him, standing up on his toes to kiss him softly.

“What’re you doing here?” he laughed incredulously. “It’s…” He glanced down at his watch. “It’s past midnight? Who’s got the kids?”

“The kids are fine,” Shaun said, voice low and rumbly in a way that made Vax’s face flush. “Can you take a break?”

“I…” Vax peered over to the desk, snorting as he saw Pike in there, waving him on. “Yeah,” he decided. “I’ve got a few minutes.”

“Excellent,” Shaun purred, guiding Vax away with a hand resting on his lower back. He led him back up the corridors, taking him around corners until they reached a quieter wing, Vax raising his eyebrows as Shaun pulled him into an empty room.

“Not that I don’t enjoy this,” he hummed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But seriously, Shaun, who has the kids? It’s so late.”

“I’m well aware of the time, my darling,” Shaun answered, not looking particularly concerned. “This won’t take long, there’s just something we need to discuss. Something that couldn’t wait until you got home.”

That gave Vax pause, his head tilting to the side. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Shaun sighed deeply, sitting down next to him, hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid so, Vax’ildan.” Vax frowned, opening his mouth to speak but Shaun cut across him. “You see…you’ve wronged me, my dear. Hurt me in ways I can’t even begin to describe.”

His grip on Vax’s shoulder was like a vice, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Vax’s heart plummeting to his shoes, the rug pulled out from under his feet and leaving him spinning aimlessly. He swallowed before he spoke, trying to keep his voice level. “What…What are you talking about?”

Shaun’s lip curled into a snarl, one that made Vax flinch away from him and bolt to his feet. “I’m talking about all the pain you caused me, years ago, Vax.” He glared up at him. “I can’t stop thinking about how you hurt me. It’s all I ever think about.” As he stood up again, Vax caught a flash of yellow in his eyes, his mind racing as he started to back away toward the door.

“Shaun,” he said carefully. “I don’t understand. Why…?” And the pieces fell into place, his mouth falling open in horror as the figure before him started to laugh, something hard and cruel that didn’t fit Shaun’s voice at all.

“Oh, Vax’ildan,” he sighed, backing him against the door. “Did you really believe you could just get away from the crimes of your past and build a neat little life for yourself.” And before Vax could move, before he could open his mouth, there was a sharp pain in his side, a blade plunged to the hilt below his ribs. “Did you really think you could hide from me?” Shaun growled, and suddenly it wasn’t Shaun, hands twisting backwards so the palms faced out, smooth brown skin replaced by orange and black fur, the growl growing more animalistic.

Vax groaned as the creature drew the knife back out, his hand grasping weakly at the doorknob as blood started to soak his scrubs. “Hotis…”

Hotis’ wide maw twisted into a smile. “Ah, so you do remember me. I was about to be disappointed, Vax.”

The blade was poisoned, Vax could tell that much. He tried desperately to think of how long it would take for it to affect him, of where he could go, what he could do. As Hotis drew back a large paw, Vax twisted, jerking the door open so hard it smashed into Hotis’ face and bolting out into the corridor, heart stuttering at the roar of pain from inside the room. There was nobody here, he didn’t have his daggers, and he needed help. Taking a deep breath, he screamed the only word he could think.

“Jenga!”

Pike, beautiful, brilliant Pike heard him, because he knew she would, even though it’s been years since any of them had to use their code word. She tore down the corridor, mace in hand, skidding to a stop at the sight of him.

“Vax! What’s wro-?” Her eyes went wide. “You’re bleeding!”

Vax batted her searching hands away, wincing. “Hotis,” he wheezed. “Danger.”

Pike looked up in time to see the rakshasa burst out of the room, claws extended, eyes wild. In an instant, Pike pulled Vax behind her and summoned an impossibly bright white light to blind Hotis. Not wasting a second, she seized Vax’s hand and took off running, dragging him back up the corridors with more speed than Vax knew she had in her. They reached her office and she barricaded the door behind them, breathing hard.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay, okay, okay…”

Vax’s chest was feeling constricted and tight, and there were tears rolling down his cheeks he hadn’t even realized were there until they splashed onto his shirt.

“Okay,” Pike nodded to herself, seeming to come to a decision. “Let me heal you real qui-“ But Vax shook his head.

“Hotis might go after the patients, you need to go…go get security.”

Pike hesitated, glancing between him and the door. “Shit, Vax,” she groaned. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Keep the door locked, don’t let anyone in but me, and…gods, sit down before you collapse, please.”

Vax waved her away, though he did drop into a chair the minute she was gone, his head falling into his hands as he replayed the last few minutes in his head.

“It wasn’t Shaun,” he told himself, trying to be firm but his voice still shook. “It wasn’t him, it wasn’t.”

He continued to talk to himself, trying to slow his heart down, until there was a voice at the door.

“Vax!” Pike. “Vax, let me in, I’m back!”

He actually almost unlocked the door before thinking better of it, drawing back. “Pike?” he called instead. “Is it really you?”

“It is, I swear,” her voice shook with anxiety. “Um, okay, okay, so I call you string bean and you call me pickle. The beads in your hair are from our trip to the beach last summer…”

That was enough for Vax. He reached to open the door, but it took longer than he wanted, making him scowl. He’d picked locks harder than this one, but his fingers were failing him now, feeling thick and clumsy as he finally managed to turn the lock and open the door, Pike sighing in relief.

“Okay,” she smiled. “Now can I please heal you?”

Vax started to move toward her, but a large paw swiped out at her, smacking her in the chest and sending her into the opposite wall. Hotis shouldered his way into the room, teeth bared. “If your friend is smart, she’ll stay down,” he snarled.

Vax skittered backwards, hand reaching for anything he could use, landing on Pike’s heavy stapler. He felt ridiculous, with that as his only weapon, the poison in his body making his tongue heavy and stupid, making him sway where he stood.

“How the mighty have fallen,” Hotis purred. “You don’t look so good, Vax. Please, allow me to put you out of your misery.”

“Fuck off,” Vax groaned, the only words his brain could summon up.

Hotis laughed at that, shoving him back against the window, raising the poisoned blade to his throat, tilting his chin back to expose his neck. “See what happens when you cross Hotis?” he said, voice quiet. “I’m going to enjoy this, but don’t worry. I’ll stop by your home when I’m finished here.” His form changed, and he was Shaun again, still with the awful look of hatred on his face. “What do you think, Vax’ildan?” he mused. “What do you think your poor husband will look like when I’m done with him? Or your little girl?”

When he looked back later, Vax would never be able to recall the exact movements he made, exactly what happened in that instant as Hotis started to press the edge of the blade into his skin. But suddenly, that blade ended up in Vax’s palm, rolled free from Hotis’ grasp, and Vax had swung up onto his shoulders, again orange, thighs tight around his head as he pressed the blade into the thick fur of his neck.

“Stay the fuck away from them,” Vax said with a snarl of his own. “If you ever fucking go near them, I’ll make sure you never find your way out of the Nine Hells again.”

And for the second time since Vax met Hotis, all those years ago, he slit his throat.

The noise Hotis made was horrible, caught between a growl and a scream, throwing Vax forward as he crumpled to the ground. He tried one more swipe toward Vax, wicked claws gleaming, and a bright light consumed him, leaving behind nothing but a pile of ashes and the echo of a scream. Vax twisted hazily, all his energy gone, and saw Pike, panting heavily and leaning against the door, blood trickling down her forehead. Her hand was stretched out toward the ashes, the expression on her face like nothing Vax had ever seen.

Vax’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth, but he tried to speak anyway. “Call Shaun,” he slurred. “The kids…somewhere safe.”

Pike was on her knees by his side in an instant, her fierce expression replaced by a panicked one as she set her hands on his side. All he could do was blink up at her, vision going fuzzy at the edges.

“Stay with me, Vax,” Pike ordered, but she sounded far away, like she was at the end of a long tunnel. She gasped, holding his face. “No, no, no…”

And his vision faded to black.

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