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tarjapearce · 6 months

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soccerfamily!au Miguel and wife’s wedding?

It's Soccer Family week ~ ❤️✨

A little long, hope you like ~ c:

After Miguel proposed, there was a miriad of things that came over both. Gabi being seven months old, you looking for a dress, the both looking for a venue and so many details Miguel found annoying.

He was a simple man. If it was up to him, he'd marry you in Peter's house where he met you without that much grandeur. However, seeing you so excited for having a little wedding and the glimpse of you in a gorgeous dress, decreased his peeving. He did everything you wanted, just for the sake of seeing your smile.

This week, you'd finally see a venue that had tickled his interest. Something comfortable enough for a reduced number of people. Neither of you had much friends, which was good economically wise, not that you were struggling, he just found it useless to splurge a lot of money on people he didn't know. The ceremony would be something for friends and family.

At first he wasn't sure of asking you about your family.

"Do you plan on telling them?"

"I will. Just my dad and my eldest aunt."

He held your hand and squeezed gently.

"Are you sure of it?"

"Yes. Dad well... he's alright. And my Tia is the only one I actually like there, so..."

You rested your head on his lap, and caressed his chin.

"And your brother?"

"He's in another country right now. And doubt he reaches to show up in time. Just them."

Miguel nodded and weaved his fingers through the silkiness of your hair.

"Alright then."

"Are you inviting your mom?"

He heaved and shook his head.

"No. Doubt she comes in good spirits anyway."

Humming, you nodded and kissed his hands.

"Alright. I think we won't be even that much people anyways. Feels like an elopement"

He chuckled while you played with his fingers.

"Isn't it? The only difference is that we chose to have witnesses."

You curled in his chest and smiled

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The venue was as charming as the ad promised. A backyard looking space which grass was greener than envy itself, wild flowers painted the milieu with their rich colors, a little lake on the side to make it look straight out of a fairytale.

Miguel couldn't help but squeeze you as your eyes shone with excitement.

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You nearly had a crisis when the perfect dress you had picked wasn't available in your size. Even though Miguel tried to comfort you by saying you'd look gorgeous even in a burlap potato sack, you didn't want a traditional princess pompous dress.

You wanted to make his jaw drop. So you went the extra mile to get it done with little retouches. Even Gabi had a little dress custom made for her along a matching headband.

The dress turned out even better and was easier to slip out of it. The venue was looking perfect, the wedding planner had surely made it look just like you wanted. Cozy, intimate, truly ready to celebrate with those that had been through it all with Miguel and you.

Sadly, not everything was butterflies in the meadows. Some family members of yours had known about your wedding, and naturally, they didn't like the fact you had excluded them. Your mother specially.

Even if the confrontation was unavoidable, you stood your ground and not invited her, and your other relatives. Severing the troublesome bond for good.

She only saw Gabi briefly, and left.

Miguel gave you a little reassuring that night ~

And finally the day came.

You took breakfast together, and then went to your respective activities during the day.

"See you later, Mr. O'Hara." You squeezed and slapped his butt before sending him off.

"Just for you to know, I'm getting my revenge later, cariño"

"Looking forward to it, nalgón" (bubble butt)

He greeted Gabi, played a bit with her and left.

Jessica and MJ arrived a couple of hours later and soon the preparations begun. Your dress and Gabi's finally arrived.

You bathed her and got her ready for the day.

"Whose taking her for the wedding night?"

"Oh no, we're taking her with us."

"Thought your aunt Isa would take her."

"Miguel refused. It's not like we-"

"Uh uh. Don't tell me"

Jessica's lips pursed, annoyed as you giggled.

"Anyways, look at this beautiful princesita!"

You put Gabi her little headband and snapped a picture to send it to Miguel.

Mi princesa preciosa. She looks so beautiful. Can't wait to see you.

The text made you smile and gave you enough boost to keep through the motions. The makeup artist and stylist came, MJ was the first, then Jessica and finally you.

While they got ready, you made sure to breastfeed Gabi and put her to sleep so you could get ready without much issue.

You spammed Miguel with silly pictures.

See this cereal?

Hm?

It's missing something.

Milk?

No. Not any milk. Yours 😘.

His cheeks had turned flushed as he was getting ready with Peter.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

You're so in trouble.

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Two pm came and the small guest list filled in the room. Gabriel was his groomsman. Around twenty people were there including some coworkers from Miguel's, your aunt Isa, surprisingly your brother had arrived on time and attended as well. Around twenty people in total.

All seated in their respective spaces.

Miguel constantly loosened the tie, only for Gabriel to fix it for him.

I'm almost there, Gabi was hungry.

He sighed and as he was about to fiddle with his neck again, Gabriel slapped his hand away.

"Relájate. Ya va a venir." (Relax, she's in her way)

Gabriel gave him a little bottle of tequila.

"Drink it."

He gulped it down and sighed.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

"Vows ready?"

"Si."

Gabriel chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"You'll do great. Relax."

His cue to enter was there and with a deep sigh he walked to the altar.

Many looked at him with genuine excited faces. If he was honest, a wedding was the last thing in his mind, it was one of those things he thought once in almost never. But now, things were different.

He was different. You didn't fix him, just improved him, guided him through the darkest things to make amends with himself and allow him to overcome so many fears.

Having a family mainly. His own problems had hindered his growth in so many levels, but with your help and patience, everything was a bit easier. Your nurtured him with things he didn't even knew he needed.

And now, he was about to get you all to himself before anyone else. Of course there had been men that tried to take you away from him, but your loyalty to him was unwavering. What other proof he needed when you stood there, like an angel in a lovely dress, ready to take him as your husband.

Your dad walked next to you, waltzing you to the altar as Jessica and MJ followed you. A proud feeling invaded Miguel's chest. He gave your dad a firm handshake, an unspoken Thank you for giving her to me.

Miguel took your hand, giving a kiss to your palm.

"Hola."

"Hola"

The smile in his face was one that disarmed you. His eyes were full of pride and love, just like yours. Someone took a picture.

Your aunt Isa held Gabi. And soon, the ceremony begun. The wedding officiant gave the introduction speech, and soon the vows were brought up. Miguel started.

His hands trembled softly as he pulled out the small sheet he had wrote them in. Some blotches of ink sprawled, discarded words and the like.

Your name rolled of his tongue. So ever sweet, yet teasing.

"Mi corazón. I know I'm not good with words, but know that they're true when I say, you know better than anyone how difficult I can be. My nature and constant attitude often pushed people away." Here he pauses, a subtle softening in his eyes as he looks upon you.

"But you," he continues, "saw past all that. With your warmth and good humor, you stayed by my side. You eased my worries and made me feel understood. Because of you, I've learned that opening my heart does not make me weak - it makes me stronger." A little smile tugs at his lips now.

"I promise to cherish your love and welcome your light each day. You are the place I long to come to every day. My vow to you is this - I will strive to show you each day how much you and your faith in me mean. You are my partner in crime and all things, mi Pitufina. I am yours, now and always."

Your hand squeezed him tighter, noticing a little flush on his ears and cheeks.

"Thanks for giving me the honor of being your husband and the father of our child, mi niña."

You kissed his hand as he looked at Gabi as the crowd clapped.

"Miguel. Mi amor. Papasito"

The attendants chuckled and Miguel cleared his throat as you giggled.

"Ever since I saw you, I thought, damn he's tall. I'd climb him like a tree."

He couldn't help but choke. Gabriel cleared his throat, trying to suppress a laugh, Peter tittered under his breath and your dad stared intensely at Miguel.

Jessica face-palmed and MJ just smiled.

" But jokes aside, It surprised me you really went to open that beer with your teeth. And that alone made me curious about you and again I thought, yeah this man is mine." He rolled his eyes with a tiny smirk.

"We've been through so much that it's impossible to pick one single moment I wasn't fascinated by you."

His eyes softened and you squeezed his hands lovingly

"We've had our downs and up, cause no relationship is perfect nor easy. You've taught me so much about myself it's ridiculous how well you know me." You smiled,

"I know that I'm not the easiest woman to handle or be with some days, but know that you have someone that will be through thick and thin with you, yesterday, today and always."

You took a deep breath, "I can't wait to see what life has in store for us, Mi amor. Te amo. And I can't wait to kiss you."

He chuckled. Once the vows finished, the ceremony kept going. Gabi was the ring girl, and with the aid of Tia Isa, delivered the ring to you both.

Neither Miguel or you hesitated to say I do. Just made the moment even sweeter when you kissed as newlyweds.

"I introduce you, ladies and gentlemen to Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara"

The crowd cheered you both. Miguel took Gabi after you dad took several pictures with her.

She cooed upon seeing Miguel. Then, you both moved to the next location a couple of steps away.

Tables neatly adorned, the lights were set with an intensity enough to not overwhelm Miguel’s eyesight. Your dad took once more Gabi, letting you have the first dance with Miguel.

The soft and mellow beat of "My Love Mine All Mine" echoed through the speakers. Miguel hadn't tell you but he had been practicing a bit more his waltz. Funnily enough, Gabriel had been his dance dummy. Lots of crushed toes and sore feet later was worth your surprised face as he twirled you and swayed you through the song.

You thanked him with a big smooch and a smile. Your wedding rings clinked as you took each other's hands.

"Mr. O'Hara?"

"Yes?"

You got on your tiptoes and kissed him.

"You happy?"

He shrugged, earning a playful gasp from you.

"Been better"

"So mean!"

He took your chin and gave a little kiss

"I'm proud of you, Miguel." He huffed softly and you pulled a little strand from his hair as a revenge.

"I loved your vows."

"You kidding me? I nearly choked."

Giggling you lead him to your seats.

"Now, we gotta hear how people make fun of us."

"I will also too."

"Enough with your vows, cariño."

You giggled

"You looked like plum! All red!"

"Impossible not to when you said you wanna climb me like a tree"

You kissed him with a laugh, "Well yeah. I've climbed through those mountains-"

"Stop" His shoulders shook softly at the silent laugh he gave you.

"See? What would you do without me?"

"Probably overwork myself until death."

"I was being sarcastic, but still doesn't sounds good."

"I'm way too used to having you around."

Your eyes softened and hooked your hand in the joint of his forearm.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm stuck with you. Forever. Or until one of us deci-"

He nipped your ear. A clear Shut Up.

"You talk too much when nervous."

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The rest of the wedding unfolded as expected. Almost everyone laughed at the friend's speeches about you two.

Gabriel gave a half funny half heartfelt speech about how happy he was for his brother. And Peter he plainly embarrassed Miguel by saying how much of a nervous and babbling mess your now husband was whenever you looked his way or interacted somehow with him.

And once the reception ended, you went to your hotel with Gabi.

You both were far too tired to actually have sex, or celebrate it.

Miguel had to remove Gabi since she fell asleep latching from your breast. He was tempted to wake you up by eating you out, instead he carried you to bed after putting Gabi next to your sleeping form that ended up in his arms.

Miguel O'Hara was now a married man.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #Pre Soccer Family #t writes✨

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beansmack2021 · 2 months

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She's Yours Now

Teen!Reader x Platonic!Hazbin Hotel Characaters

Summary: Someone decides who gets to go to Heaven and who is sent to Hell. But, who would send a sixteen year old to Hell? Especially one who seems so... quiet.

TW: Mentions of abuse, mentions of death in childbirth, justified murder, blood, violence

“You little bitch! You ruined my fucking life, and now you want my money? My food? Get a fucking job, you ungrateful piece of shit, and buy it yourself!”

“Please, I'm hungry. I just wanted a sandwich. I won't even use the mayonnaise.” Y/N begged and pleaded, but she knew she wouldn't get anywhere with her father.

He was drunk more often than not, and he was totally unreasonable when he'd gotten a few beers in his system.

Y/N decided she'd just go to the kitchen later, when he was asleep, and sneak a sandwich or some crackers. She'd also toss his cigarettes in the toilet bowl. He'd probably know it was her, but it'd be funny to watch him fish around in the toilet water for the pack. It'd be worth the yelling.

She'd started to smirk a bit, still enjoying the idea of making him look like an idiot, when she was suddenly struck with intense, sharp pain. She raised her hand to her temple, gasping as she took in the crimson that stained her fingers. Her ear was ringing, and she saw the amber colored glass that littered the carpet.

He'd hit her before, sure, but he'd never smashed a bottle over her head before. She didn't have much time to try and make an escape to her room before he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her up. He wasn't much taller than her, so her feet barely left the floor, but that didn't stop her panicked frenzy.

She punched him, clawed at his arms, and tried to bite him. He spit in her face and dropped her on the floor like a sack of potatoes. She gasped as she landed. She'd tried to catch herself and instead felt a bone in her wrist crack. The broken glass in the carpet dug into her palms and legs. Blood started to seep through her jeans and into the rug. She knew better than to scream. It'd only get her into worse trouble.

Her father reached across the table, grabbed another empty bottle from the table, and launched it at Y/N. She closed her eyes, trying to use her arms to shield herself. The glass smashed painfully against her bare skin. She cried out and immediately regretted it. Her cries prompted him to start getting more physical. He pulled her hair so that she was forced to look up at him as he kicked her ribs. Bam, bam, bam! The room was spinning. She heard one sickening crack and then another. She didn't know what to do. She was scared. Every part of her wanted to scream. She was sure her neighbors would hear her. She couldn't force it out of her throat, though. He knelt down next to her, yanking her chin up toward him, and grumbled in her face. “What did we learn?” He growled. He'd say that any time he thought she'd learned a “valuable lesson”. She felt around the carpet, wincing whenever another microshard of glass dug its way into her palm. She finally felt the neck of the bottle and grabbed it. “That you're a fucking asshole.” She stabbed him in his thick neck, and he clutched his throat as he bled out. He fell over, nearly collapsing on top of her, and gasped his final breath a few minutes later. Y/N was dying. She could feel it. She'd call for someone, but there'd be no point. She'd lost a lot of blood from the gash across her head, and her broken ribs had probably punctured her lungs. At least she'd gone out with a fight. She prayed that she wouldn't end up in the same place that he did. She closed her eyes, whispered an apology to her mother, who'd died giving birth to her, and asked whoever would listen that she'd see her mom on the other side.

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It was really, really quiet. Normally, this would be absolutely wonderful. Normal doesn't exist in Hell. Quiet meant something was going to happen. Charlie didn't like to admit it, but sometimes, even she knew it wasn't going to be a “happy day in Hell”. She tried to relax as Vaggie massaged her scalp, but as soon as she'd finally calmed down enough to actually enjoy her girlfriend's hands in her hair, her phone started ringing. She picked it up, took a glance at the caller ID, and smiled to herself. She and her father had finally started to reconnect, so check-ins over the phone had become more and more frequent. Maybe that's what she'd been in anticipation of. She'd finally be able to relax. She heaved a sigh of relief and answered Lucifer's call. “Hey, Da-” “Charlie. We've got an emergency.” He cut her off, and she was instantly thrown off by how serious he sounded. “What's wrong? Is it Heaven? Did they make the extermination date even sooner?” Charlie started to panic, her blood running cold at the idea that she had even less time than she believed to rally the troops to defend her kingdom.

“No, Char. It's nothing like that. It's serious, though. There's a new arrival.” She was confused, now. New people arrive in Hell every day. If her father felt he needed to call her and let her know personally, there was a chance that the sinner could pose a serious threat. “She's young, Charlie. Really young. She…” He faltered. He sounded emotional. “She needs you. She needs the hotel. She doesn't belong here. Please, take care of her.”

Charlie was quiet. Her father wanted her to take in a sinner, but it sounded like he didn't feel she was a sinner at all. He was concerned, that much she could tell. She just didn't know what the girl could've done to end up in Hell of all places if she was so young and innocent. She decided, with finality, that everyone needed a safe space. “Alright, Dad. Where can we find her?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin x reader #hazbin fanfic

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the-kr8tor · 2 months

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Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.

Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”

If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF

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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.

Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.

Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.

Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.

You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”

Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.

His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.

“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.

He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.

“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.

With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.

Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.

“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.

“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.

“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.

Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.

You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.

Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.

“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.

You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.

Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.

“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.

You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”

Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.

“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”

“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”

“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.

You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #spider punk #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x fem!reader #spider punk x you #blob the symbiote #cat symbiote #cw food mention #hobie fluff #fanfic

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 2 years

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Ok so I’ve been obsessing over the idea of being like man handled my the slashers like picked up, hickeys, bruises, spanking, etc. I came to ask for head cannons for Brahms Heelshire, RZ Michael, The Grabber and Vincent Sinclair with an s/o who asked to be man handled in that way. Thank you so very much 💖

Alright! <3 You're very welcome btw :)

Who wouldn’t like to be manhandled by them?😩

Slashers with a S/O who wants to be manhandled:

Warnings: manhandling obviously, some spanking, hickeys, bit of fluff, some NSFW(minors DNI!), dom! Brahms (so probably ooc)

Note: sorry if that’s not really it, tried my best! Kinda put manhandled/dominated together

Brahms Heelshire

He’ll be really reluctant on manhandling you at first, not wanting to hurt you.. After that, he’s all in for that, especially in the bedroom-

You’ll get tossed on the bed and he’ll rain Hell on you as soon as you give him the okay, spanking you, going out of his way to leave his marks on you and make you feel him for the next weeks. You won’t even recognize him

He’ll give you hickeys everywhere and won’t hesitate to leave a lot of marks on you, grabbing you hips and thighs hard enough to make sure that you know who’s over you.

He’ll edge you and overstimulate you until you beg him to stop or let you come… But what probably is the most painful thing he’ll do is how hard he snaps his hips against you 😬 ouch

He’d never use his child voice in those times, which you can count as a plus

Just scold him/tell him to stop and he’ll stop, then he’ll make sure to kiss all your bruises.

If he ends up hurting you too bad, you won’t see him for at least the next 2 days…. You told him you wanted to! He’s really sorry

Rz! Michael Myers

Manhandled you for his own pleasure tbh, but not too hard. He’ll stay the same if you tell him you want to be manhandled.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s down for some things. He’ll spank you, but I don’t think he’ll choke you, even if a part of him would want to.

He’s a bit afraid that he’ll be too rough and would accidentally kill you, though he’ll never let it show.

Don’t get me wrong, he can be really rough, but he just won’t do anything that can really harms you, compared to Brahms 😬

He can fuck you hard, but you’ll have an awesome aftercare(as awesome as Mickey can make it be)

He’s all down for some wrestling if you want, get his inner child out hehe

The Grabber

Without even meaning to, he already manhandles you. It’s worse when you tell him, though

Sometimes, he’ll just take you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and laugh at you as he keeps a hand on your ass and walks you to wherever he wants to get you to.

He might be a bit much, so you’ve got to tell him if you feel uncomfortable.

If you like it rough, he’ll bind your arms back with his belt and is all in for you getting him off (more like him holding you down and moving you) or him overstimulating you, that’s probably his favorite thing to do.

He can and will not hesitate to choke you if you want it, just not too hard

He can be softer some times, but they’re pretty rare if he knows you want to be manhandled -

Vincent Sinclair

He’d never dare manhandle you if you don’t tell him that you want him to. Ever. It makes him think too much about his victims.

Even if you do, he’ll be really hesitant at first and he’ll always make sure you’re okay after anything, even if it’s slapping your ass as he’s passing by.

He can have his moments when you’re getting down to it and he’ll leave a lot of bruises on you, mostly to tell his brothers to back off since I reckon that at least Bo would try something in the start of your relationship, because he’s an asshole

Later on in your relationship, he might slap your ass more, or just take you by surprise and carry you on his shoulder

#slasher x reader #brahmsy #brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire #rz michael myers #rz Michael Myers x reader #the grabber #the grabber x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair

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mentally-in-northern-italy · 2 years

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the right time — j.f.

** not my gif **

Summary: Jeremiah's confession of his true feelings for you always seems to die on his tongue. Until one day, they finally find their way out - AKA the three times that Jeremiah tries to confess, and the one time he finally does.

Requested: request can be found here

Word Count: ~5K

A/N: jeeeez. i got carried away with this one. i had so so so much fun writing this so i hope you enjoy it!! so sorry again for the wait but hopefully this makes up for some(?) of it? i also changed up some aspects of it from the request, so i hope that's ok!!! anyways i have a few hp requests sitting in my inbox and i wanna publish them in the next week or so, so be on the lookout :)

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Jeremiah had always been a bit of a fan of ripping off band-aids. He liked the finality of it, the speed of it, the elated feeling that always enveloped him after the fact. He liked getting it done in one go and never thinking about it again. Whenever he watched Steven slowly peel his band-aids off his skin, he would cringe all over, wanting to shout at him to just be done with it.

He berated himself now, as he sat on your bed, when he couldn’t seem to take his own advice. He could never listen to his better senses when it came to you. No matter how hard he tried.

And he tried really, really hard.

He knew that he should just tell you. The confession had been boiling on his tongue for years now – after all, he had figured out the magnitude of his feelings for you when you two were only twelve years old.

His feelings, evidently, did not like the confinement either as they only seemed to grow in size over the years. It was not a mere twelve-year-old crush anymore, and he knew that. Perhaps that was why his tongue always collapsed at the weight of it, why he couldn’t vocalize it.

It was a bit ironic, really, how flirty he could be with everyone else and barely mean the sweet words tumbling out of his mouth but when it was you, he couldn’t verbalize even the most sincere, genuine feelings. His flirtatious jokes always seemed to fly right past your head as you shook them off to just be “Jere being Jere”.

“Alright, red or blue?” You questioned, holding both of your tops up. You raised your eyebrows at the golden-haired boy sprawled on your bed, his arms supporting his weight as he leaned back.

“Hmm,” he pretended to be deep in thought with a half-smile on his face. “You’re going to look smokin’ hot in either, so…” He finished with a soft shrug of his shoulders, trying his best to maintain his easy-going facade, even in this situation.

Even when he is helping you pick out something to wear to a date with someone other than him.

“Jere,” you said with a straight face to drive home the seriousness of this situation. This was not the time for jokes.

“Seriously, though,” he sat up as he ran a hand through his hair with nonchalance, “You could wear a potato sack to this thing and your date would still be drooling the entire time. In fact,” he stood up, pretending to walk towards the door, “I think Mom might have one in the pantry. I can go check–”

“Jer!” you grabbed his arm as you tried your best to smother a laugh at his antics and pushed him back on the bed. “Please. Which one?”

He pouted a little as he considered the options, pretending once again to be uber-serious about this. Without meaning to, he found his eyes leaving the red and blue tops you were holding up and wandering to your face. He took it in like he had all the time in the world.

“Red,” he said with an easy smile, which he was glad to see you return with the same ease. If this was all it took to make you smile like that, then he would be more than happy choosing your outfits for an eternity. “You look gorgeous in red. But, any guy would be lucky to see you in either.”

You grinned a little at his flattery and tried to ignore how his compliments made your stomach twist with something that you were all too familiar with when it came to Jeremiah and his sweet talk. “Well then, lucky you, you’ve won the lottery today. You’ve seen me in both.”

He chuckled as he shook his head slightly. “Yeah. Lucky me.”

And he tried his best to ignore the faint pang in his chest as he watched you turn away to face the mirror and fix your hair before going into the bathroom to change tops.

He watched you close the bathroom door and he chewed on his lip nervously – which was not something he normally did. Rip the band-aid off, he found himself thinking. Just tell her.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yeah?” Your muffled voice came from within the bathroom and Jeremiah had to lean against the bathroom door to be able to muster up the courage that he required at this moment.

“I just–” he began, looking down at his feet with one hand against the door and the other on his hip. “I just wanted you to know that…”

“What is it? Is Max here already?” You questioned and he stopped in his tracks when he heard the excitement in your voice.

He could never bring himself to admit it but some wicked, evil part of him wanted your date to go horribly. A small part of him even considered telling you to show him more options for your outfit tonight because he had simply changed his mind about the red, fully knowing that doing this would make you very late to the movie you’re supposed to leave for in a few minutes.

But he also knew, somewhere deep down, that those small, wicked parts of him could easily be triumphed by the larger part of him that just wanted you to be happy. And if someone else could do that for you, then he would let them. Every single time.

“No,” he shook his head and exhaled deeply. “No, I just hope you have fun tonight.”

You opened your door finally and stepped out with a small smile, wearing the red top that he insisted upon. “Thanks, Jere.”

“See?” he teased with a small smirk, “I told you red’s the move.” He winked playfully as he brought a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ears.

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes and walked once again to your mirror, trying to fix hair that already looked perfect. “What would I do without your brilliant fashion advice?” Maybe it had simply been the frequency of his compliments or the flirty glint in his eye every time he said them, but you had long learned not to take any of what Jeremiah said to heart. He would compliment anything that breathed with the same sincerity.

Jeremiah watched you walk out that evening with a bitter taste in his mouth because you did look gorgeous in red. You looked drop-dead stunning.

And try as he might to tell you of that fact, you wouldn’t really believe it when it came from him. You’d only believe it when it came from someone else.

—

“I am not drunk!” You yelled with finality in your tone and a stance that conveyed utmost defiance.

Well, as defiant as you could possibly look when you were clearly swaying a little with a bottle in hand and slurring your words. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Okay,” Conrad decided to humour you as he snatched your bottle out of your hands and replaced it with a cup of water. “Drink this anyway.”

“You’re no fun,” You tell Conrad with a pout and he rolls his eyes at you before continuing his deperate search for Jeremiah. All he found were more drunk teenagers, flashing lights and blaring speakers. “Party-pooper.” You accuse.

Conrad wasn’t sure when he had been put on babysitting duty but when he had seen you, drunk out of your mind, climb onto a table and start belting out Beyonce, he knew his help was needed. And though you normally got along with Conrad just fine, with him being just like a big brother to you, he knew that he needed to find Jeremiah to take you home. He was the designated driver, after all.

“Do you know where Jere is?”

“Debbie-downer.” You spat out to Conrad, who couldn’t care less about your conniving insults.

“Seriously, have you seen Jere?” He questioned again and pushed you to take a sip of your water.

“Conrad the killjoy,” you laughed at your own joke a little and Conrad sighed heavily, desperate for someone to take you off his hands.

“Killjoy is spelt with a K, you know.”

“Yeah, well, then so is Konrad.”

Jeremiah, who had been upstairs, knew at once something was wrong when he glanced at his phone and saw 6 missed calls from Conrad and a frantic text from Belly. As he made his way downstairs, he could see you standing with a pout on your face and your arms crossed like a child, with a very exasperated Conrad standing next to you. Jeremiah smiled a little at the sight of your ruffled hair and his brother’s tired look.

“What’s going on here?” He asked finally after reaching the bottom of the stairs and looping one of your arms around his neck to support you to keep you standing upright.

“Finally,” Conrad mumbled under his breath. “You should take her home. Be careful, though,” Conrad cast you a sarcastic look. “She might start spelling your name with a G.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and Conrad continued, “I’ll take a cab with Steven and Belly.”

“No, I’ll take a cab,” You interject pointedly, “You should really drive him home, Jere.”

“Alright, alright,” Jeremiah consoled and held back a snort at Conrad’s unamused expression, “I’ll drive you home first, okay? You’re my favourite out of the two of you, after all.”

As soon as you two stepped out of the house, the cold night air whipped your face and blew your hair back and you found yourself enjoying every second of it. You kept an arm looped around Jeremiah and raised the other one to cheer loudly. You felt warm and bubbly from the inside and your head was spinning in the best way possible. You never wanted this night to end.

“Shhh,” Jeremiah shushed you in between chuckles. “You’re going to wake the entire neighbourhood up.”

“Yeah, so?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “They should not be sleeping right now. There’s a party going on!”

Jeremiah looked at you with incredulous eyes and an amused expression on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten this drunk. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten that drunk and he had some really wild stories up his sleeve. He smiled to himself as he looked down at the ground. You looked cute when you were so drunk that you had no filter. It was a nice change.

“Alright, come on,” he ushered you into the car when you finally reached it. “All arms and legs inside the vehicle, please.”

“Okay, but I’m not wearing a seatbelt,” you protested as you settled into the passenger seat. Your body relaxed instantly upon making contact with the comfortable seats of the Jeep and you struggled to keep your eyes open as sleep threatened to overcome your senses completely.

“Yes, you are,” Jeremiah countered instantly and grabbed the seat belt buckle. He leaned across your sprawled body in the passenger seat to fasten it and you suddenly could not ignore the frenzy of butterflies in your stomach. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your neck and even in your drunk state, your cheeks burned at the proximity. He fastened the seatbelt with a click and straightened back out with an amused smile once again. “I see what you did there.” He smirked before shutting your car door.

You waited for him to get into the driver’s seat before pressing urgently with a furrow in your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“You really couldn’t have put it on by yourself?” He teased with his hands set on the steering wheel.

“Ugh, gross,” you groaned as you realized that you felt all warm and bubbly inside for an entirely different reason now. “I did not do that so you could do that.”

Jeremiah responded with a chuckle and a small ‘sure’, which made you eager to defend your side of the story even more.

“I’m not lying.”

“Admit it, I’m irresistible.” He mocked with an exaggerated hair flip.

“Seriously,” you clarified as you sat up. “Maybe I just wanted to smell your hair.”

Jeremiah’s howls of laughter at this innocent yet glaringly honest confession confused you to no end, as you squinted at him. You were still unsure of what was so funny about that fact. His hair did smell nice.

“Drunk you is really bad at flirting,” Jeremiah said with a playful lilt in his tone, which perfectly masked his true feelings at the moment. He wished, more than anything, that you would flirt with him for real. But he also knew that you didn’t see him that way, and maybe you never really would. It was cathartic in a way to tease you so relentlessly. It almost made it feel real to him.

“I’m not flirting,” you claimed once again. “And, you really shouldn’t be flirting with me either, you know.” You said offhandedly, not thinking much about what you were saying.

Jeremiah’s smile instantly dropped at your remark. “What do you mean?” he mustered up, already feeling horribly guilty. He braced himself for what he knew was to come – he was sure that you were about to tell him that your boyfriend had brought it up with you. Max probably felt threatened and –

“Gigi,” you said softly. “I saw you two go up into that room.” And it was true. You had seen them together and your heart had dropped. Despite the fact that you had your actual boyfriend beside you for most of the night, you couldn't help but feel betrayed at the sight of Jeremiah with someone else. You quickly pushed the feeling out of your head and grabbed the nearest drink, finding the only solace from your broken heart in your drunk state.

Jeremiah’s head was suddenly spinning as he clutched the steering wheel tighter and tried to take a quick look at you before setting his eyes back on the road. He tried to dismiss the thoughts in his brain that were ecstatic at the faint jealous tone in your sentence.

“No, no,” he shook his head. Jeremiah desperately tried to find the words to tell you that Gigi and him had only talked – how he had made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anything romantic with her. “Gigi and I–”

“It’s fine, Jere, really,” you affirmed as you tried to shoot him a small smile. “You don’t have to lie to me. I just… We’re both with different people now and you’re my best friend so maybe you and I should just… dial it back a little, I don’t know.”

Just as quickly as those ecstatic thoughts had rushed into his head, they now fled. It became clear to him now that this was about Max. You were not jealous. You probably didn’t care about him and Gigi at all. He tried to regain his composure as he cracked a small smile.

“Yeah,“ he agreed quietly. “Your boyfriend probably thinks I’m in love with you or something.” He tried to joke but the attempt was weak at best.

“Yeah,” you half-smiled in agreement. “Gigi probably thinks I’m in love with you.” You spared a glance at him for a moment too long, causing him to look back. You cleared your throat hurriedly, “Or something.”

Jeremiah focused on the road that stretched out in front of him as he willed himself not to look back at you. It would’ve been easy to rip off the band-aid then, to just blurt out his true feelings and leave you to deal with the aftermath. He knew it would’ve been easy but he also knew that it would’ve been incredibly selfish.

With a lapse in self-control, he risked a glance at you and found you sound asleep, with your eyes shut in what he could only imagine as blissful slumber. He smiled as he turned his eyes back on the road. He was glad that at least one of you two would be sleeping so soundly tonight.

—

The breakup had been surprisingly easy. The aftermath, however, had been the exact opposite.

When Max had dumped you two days before the deb ball, you hadn’t thought much of it. Your relationship was barely three weeks old and you were really only waiting for the shoe to drop. When it finally did, you felt almost relieved. You were practically yawning through Max’s “it’s not you, it’s me” routine.

That feeling of freedom and relief were quickly snatched from you when you realized just how bad Max’s timing was. With the deb ball two days away, you were left with no date and absolutely no prospects. Conrad was going with Belly already, Steven with Shayla and you didn’t need to ask Jere to know what he would say to being your escort. That guy had sworn off balls years ago.

“Maybe you could just, like, be a group of three with us,” suggested Belly with a hopeful smile plastered on her face. “Conrad wouldn’t mind… I don’t think.”

You gave her an unamused look as you buried your head in your pillows. “Do we know the same Conrad?”

“Fine, then what do you suggest?” Belly questioned as she flopped onto your bed as well. “You’re really going to go alone?”

“What choice do I have?”

“You could ask J–.”

“Absolutely not,” you countered right away. There was no way you were going to ask him, especially considering how you knew his answer already. No matter the reasons behind it, a rejection from him would still hurt.

“Why not?” Belly whined. “He’s perfect for you. I’m sure he can make an exception to his rule if you were to ask.”

You raised your head to squint at Belly. “Why would he make an exception for me?”

“You know why.”

“No, I do not.” You tried to ignore the burning in your cheeks once again.

“You’re so childish, [Y/N],” Belly sighed. “That guy’s been in love with you since you two were like toddlers.”

“That is simply not true,” you muttered, wishing that Belly would drop the subject altogether. “Next!” You announced only to be met with a groan from Belly.

After countless suggestions and exhausted minds, Belly suggested that you take the easy way out of this mess.

“Just call Max,” she whined, running a tired hand over her face. “Tell him he still has to take you to the ball and then you two can go your separate ways or whatever.”

And so, you had. You had called Max at the opportune hour of 2 AM and he had agreed before making sure that ‘there was absolutely no romantic subtext attached to this, right?’ You had scoffed at what he was trying to imply. As if.

It was that eventful night’s ingenious brainstorming which had landed you in this mess today.

The ball was about to start in five minutes and all you could do was stare at the curt text that Max had sent you a minute ago. You read over it again and again in feeble hopes that that would make it seem more insignificant – like if you read it enough times, it would somehow be less humiliating.

But the truth of the matter was that Max had bailed on you at the very last minute – literally – and your name was about to be announced, summoning you and your escort to the stage. You looked around desperately, in hopes that perhaps you could send someone else ahead of you or if worst comes to worst, slip out of the back door yourself but none of those options seemed particularly feasible. As you looked at the other side of the stage, where Max was supposed to be standing, you saw nothing but darkness.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N],” the announcer called with his booming voice. “Daughter of…” It had suddenly become hard to breathe in your flowing dress and you were sure that your makeup had practically melted off your face by now. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. It’s fine, you told yourself, repeating it like a chant. I’m fine.

You took small steps forward, trying desperately to sync them with your breathing to avoid any disasters until you were standing on stage with a bouquet in your hand and no date by your side. You forced a smile on your face but it evidently did not look as convincing as you wanted it to as a few murmurs broke out amongst the crowd. You scanned the crowd until your eyes landed on your table, with a concerned looking Susannah and a horrified looking Laurel. Your own mother’s expression was a mixture of both.

“[Y/N] attends…” even the announcer trailed off as he peered behind the stage to check where your escort had gone.

“Sorry!” Jeremiah appeared suddenly at your side, announcing his apology to the whole crowd. “I had to use the bathroom. Had too much to drink.” He smiled apologetically to the announcer before turning to you to send you a wink. He flashed one of his dashing smiles and offered you his arm before turning back to the crowd to pose for photos. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“What are you doing?” you whispered to him as quietly as you could manage. You were well acquainted with Jere’s ‘no balls’ policy. Clearly, everyone else was too, as the murmurs in the crowd did not die down as he appeared by your side on the stage. They only seemed to grow, with some surprised and others outraged.

“Being your knight in shining armour, what do you think I’m doing?” he whispered back with a smug smile. He was seriously considering sending Max a gift hamper for letting him have this opportunity.

“Jere,” you began again. “You really don’t have to. Seriously, I’m fi–”

“Shhh,” he cut you off, gently tapping your arm. “Face the front and let everyone see how jaw-droppingly beautiful you look in white.”

“I thought red was ‘the move’ on me?” You retorted with a small smile. This guy really was an angel sent from above.

“You could wear anything and it would be ‘the move’,” he told you matter-of-factly with a small smirk as he kept facing the cameras. “Although…”

“What?”

“I’m sure you could wear nothing and it would still be ‘the move’.”

“Shut up!” You reprimanded with a shocked laugh. You were used to his flirting but he had never been quite as forward before. Jeremiah stifled a few chuckles as cameras kept flashing. Finally, the announcer gestured for you two to walk forward to stand on the dance floor as the last few debutantes got their time on the stage.

You took your place standing beside Belly and Conrad and couldn’t help but shake your head as Belly turned to smile at you. Her grin was so big you feared it would split her face in half.

“Told you he’d make an exception,” she mouthed slowly, making sure that you understood each word she’s intending for you. Conrad smirked silently, watching the two of you standing together. Even Steven waved to grab your attention to wriggle his eyebrows at you suggestively. You rolled your eyes at them all.

“What’s Belly saying?” Jeremiah peered from behind you at the smiling girl.

“Nothing,” you cleared your throat. “She’s just surprised you’re doing this. With your infamous ‘no balls’ policy and all.”

Jeremiah let out a small ‘ah’ as he nodded in understanding with a small smile on his face.

“So,” you pressed on with raised eyebrows. “Why are you doing this?” You bid your time with bated breaths as you waited for his answer to come. You really hoped it was the answer you wanted to hear.

“Because I look ridiculously handsome in a tux,” he joked half-heartedly. A storm was raging within him and he had no idea what answer to give you.

“No other reason?” you questioned hesitantly.

Jeremiah knew that this was as good of a time as any. He could finally just tell you. He could rip the band-aid off and never look back again. Max was out of the picture now, clearly, as he abandoned you tonight. Gigi had never been in the picture at all. He had no reasons to keep the truth from you anymore. He had always stopped himself in the past with your happiness in mind. But now, standing beside you and remembering the elated smile that you had given him when he ran onto the stage to be beside you, he was sure that he could make you happy.

He knew he would choose your happiness every single time. Only this time, he’s choosing his own too.

“And, because,” he started with a shaky breath that seemed too uncharacteristic of him. His teasing demeanour had dropped altogether. “I just… Shit. I want you to know that–”

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer boomed, causing everyone to turn back to look at him.

You kept your eyes on Jere as you pressed on. “Know what?”

“I…”

“Can all escorts make their way to the dance floor, please?”

Jeremiah sighed heavily as he realized he had run out of time. “I’ll tell you later, okay?” He squeezed your hand and pressed a dramatic kiss to it. “For now, prepare to be amazed by my dancing skills.”

Except, there was no ‘later’ that night. Jeremiah had no idea how quickly the night would turn sour for him, all because of a simple email that he wasn’t meant to see.

—

Jeremiah loved the beach. He wasn’t sure when the obsession with the feel of the sand running through his fingers or the sound of the tumultuous waves had started but his favourite memories of his childhood always included beaches.

They also always included his mom.

In his mind’s eye, he could see countless times when Susannah had been lounging on a chair with a large sun hat draping her eyes and the sun beating down on her while he and Conrad surfed in the water. He remembered how Susannah used to seat him on her lap, while Conrad ran around chasing seagulls, claiming he was ‘far too old to sit on laps’.

“Your eyes remind me of the ocean, Jere,” Susannah would tell him as she held the little boy in her arms. “They’re so blue. So pretty.” He would smile at her mother’s affection and bat his eyes at her dramatically, which always made her erupt into giggles.

He couldn’t remember when these frequent trips to the beach with his mom had become so rare. As he sat on the sand now, looking out into the ocean, he couldn’t help but smile sadly. He had no idea if he could have another beach trip with her. He had no idea how much time he would be able to have with her at all.

The sky was painted a somber gray as a storm threatened to rage in the distance. He could feel a few drops on his skin as he took the ocean in. Early mornings at the beach always held a different type of allure for him.

“Hey,” you tapped his shoulder gently, careful not to startle him.

He turned around at once, with a smile on his face. Your heart broke a little at the sight. Jeremiah had always presented himself as an easy-going guy. He was cheerful at all times, always concerned with bringing a genuine smile to others’ faces before worrying about the genuinity of his own emotions.

“Hey,” he smiled but his eyes didn’t exactly translate. They didn't gleam like they usually did.

“How are you?” you asked hesitantly as you took a seat beside him, nudging his shoulder lightly. “How are you, really?”

“Fine, I guess,” he said with a gulp and a bitter smile. Both of you sat in silence for a while as the only sounds heard were the waves in the distance.

“She loves you a lot, you know,” Jeremiah broke the silence, turning to look at you. He held your eyes as he continued. “She never stops talking about you." He shook his head fondly. "Especially when I’m there.”

You give him a small smile before furrowing your eyebrows playfully. “Why ‘especially when you’re there’?”

“She always wanted us to be together,” Jere said without thinking about it too much. He didn’t risk a glance at you as he continued as honestly as he possibly could. “I think she’s been planning our wedding ever since I gave you that rose to put in your hair when we were, like, ten years old.” He laughed softly at the thought.

“Really?” You asked incredulously as heat started creeping up your neck. Jeremiah couldn’t help but smirk at you as he could see how flustered you grew with every second.

And that gave him the strength to finally rip the band-aid off.

“Yeah,” he nodded once as he turned away to look at the water again. “I’ve been planning our wedding for much longer, though.”

You smiled at his flirting as you shook your head but when you looked at his face, your smile dropped completely. He held your eyes and your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed how devoid of playfulness they were. You gulped as you opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t find anything. You were, quite literally, speechless.

“I think I knew it at six years old,” Jeremiah continued quietly as he kept his eyes on you. It was too late to turn back. No matter the outcome, he had to rip it off. “It was pretty silly then. I was already convinced I was your boyfriend.” He smiled at the memory. “And then at twelve, when we were watching the Notebook with Mom and Laurel and your mom, I remember peeking over at you and just knowing. I knew that you were my Allie. If I had to write letters to some girl for 365 days in a row, it would be you. Every single time. If I had to hang off a ferris wheel to get your attention, I would do that, too. And I hate ferris wheels.” He deadpanned in hopes of earning a laugh from you but you sat there, dumbfounded.

“Wh–?” You tried to get out but Jeremiah stopped you. He needed to get all of this out. He took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before running his thumb across it.

“I knew that I was a total goner, though, when other guys started getting your attention and I still didn’t say anything,” he continued honestly. “I couldn’t bring myself to. I wanted you so, so bad but most of all, I just wanted you to be happy. And if Max made you happy or that creepy guy from the gas station that you dated for like four hours made you happy, then I would let them. I still just want you to be happy. And I get it if you don’t like me in that way–” he tried to clarify before you cut him off.

“You make me happy, Jere,” you managed to get out with utmost sincerity. It felt as if your heart was about to burst. “You’ve always made me the happiest. Not Max and definitely not the creepy gas station guy.”

“Yeah?” He asked as his heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod as your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. Jeremiah’s eyes scanned your face then, just as he had always scanned your face – with love, with patience. This time, though, he was pleased to see you scan his face the same way. And none of you were trying to hide it anymore. The band-aid had finally come off.

“Do I have permission to kiss the bride, then?” he asked quietly as his eyes landed on your lips, both of you leaning towards each other.

“Depends,” you smirked. “I need to see the wedding plans first. I don’t trust any plans that you’ve made.” Jeremiah chuckled and his breath fanned across your face. “Especially if they were made by six-year-old you.”

“You sure?” he teased. “A LEGO wedding sounds pretty nice. Six-year-old me had some great ideas.”

“Shut up,” you laughed against his lips before finally leaning over to close the space.

It was hard to think as your lips met his pillow-soft ones. He kissed you senseless as he brought a soft hand to your jaw to pull you impossibly closer. He tasted so incredibly sweet and he smelled of the ocean and mint and something so indescribably Jere – so familiar yet so exhilarating. Your hands found the hair at the nape of his neck and you tugged them absentmindedly, making Jeremiah smirk into the kiss. It would be an understatement to say this was better than he could ever imagine in his dreams. It was like a shot of adrenaline for him to be so close to you, and he found himself wondering how he survived his whole life without it before.

You pulled away when you felt the first drop of rain land on your face and he looked up as he smiled. Of course it had started to rain. How very the Notebook of the universe. He looked back down to you and smirked as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“By the way,” you smiled at him. “I knew you were my Noah, too. If there was one guy I had to keep coming back to, no matter what, it would be you. Always.”

He exhaled with relief and happiness and excitement and – quite possibly every emotion he could feel at that moment. “It’s only fitting for us to recreate the rain scene, then,” he flashed a smile as he tried to calm his thumping heart, adding a wink for good measure.

You told him to shut up for the second time that day and he dutifully obeyed. He wasn’t that interested in talking, anyway.

And, Jeremiah knew the next few months were going to be difficult. But for a moment, here with you, everything seemed alright. And he knew that it eventually would be, as long as he has you by his side.

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Pretty like a crime

Chapter 2

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Word count: 2.8k

A/n: This is the second post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse

"Remember, stance, elbows out to the side and focus," your dad said from behind you as you hold the loaded gun, aiming at the target as he instructs you. Your dad, working as a cop caused him to train his little girl to be safe, even if it was the weirdest way that turned out to be shooting from a gun.

"Focus, Y/n! This is not a game that if you miss you're out. You miss you and you're gone." And at that you pull the trigger back, the bullet leaving the gun and going straight through the centre of the target, with a big echoing bang.

"Amazing kid," he says leaning down to kiss your cheek as you hand the gun back to him. He was proud of you and knew your mother would be too. He raised his daughter to grow up to be strong, independent and smart, but to him most importantly he wanted you to be able to defend yourself.

"Thanks pops," you say as you smile even though the December cold air hits your cheeks, in a prickling sensation and the tip of your nose could turn blue. It was just a couple days before Christmas and your dad knew he'll be in and out of the base so he decided to spend some time with his little girl. Most fathers would bring their daughters shopping, play with dolls, do tea parties but the two of you preferred this beyond comparison.

"Come on kiddo, let's get you inside before you freeze to a popsicle," he told you while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tickling one of your ears causing you to push him away in laughter. This causes your own father to laugh and for the fun of it he throws you onto his shoulders like a potato sack causing the two of you to laugh harder.

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That was the last time you properly saw your father. Now it was two days after his shooting, causing you to become an orphan. You didn't know what to think and how to act. There was a lump in your throat every time you tried to speak. There was the feeling of nausea every time someone tried to get you to eat.

Why would someone shoot a cop? Why would someone shoot a cop with a family, right before Christmas?

Sarah and Tom. Your uncle and aunt who have become your legal guardians have brought you back now to your home where you used to live with your father. It didn't feel like home anymore which made moving into their home a little easier. It'd never be home again without him.

Sarah was helping you pack bit by bit while Tom was cleaning downstairs in the living room and kitchen. The two of them have been so kind to you but all you've done is push them away but they understand. You've lost your mother, now a father so they knew you needed space and when you'll be ready you'll come to them.

You excused yourself from Sarah asking if you could go to your dad's bedroom alone and she respected your wishes saying she'll head downstairs to her husband.

Entering the room was a weird experience. It was the same room, nothing changed yet it still felt different. You look around and remember your dad's voice in your head repeating in your head, the same lines he said to you ever since he taught you how to shoot.

'Kiddo, if I ever don't make it back home-'

'Dad, I know the gun will be in the bottom drawer, stuck to the bottom all I have to do is take it out-'

'Promise me kiddo no matter who or where you'll end up, you'll bring the gun and key to the load storage and protect yourself.'

'I promise.'

That night yo---

That was not a dream but not a nightmare. Something like that would be considered a flashback. Like a night flashback snap of true events. It was terrifying, your brain being so unsure and aware at night that it goes back to memories that haunt you and before the flashback ends they cut off randomly.

6:03am.

The clock on your bedside table clearly states it's too early to be awake. You lean back down sighing back into your pillow and turn onto your back. As you stare at the ceiling, thoughts from all around your head start to move. Especially last night, back to meeting the dagger squad and that green eyed Texan who you'll be working with from now on.

You hear the tiny footprints at your door as it's slowly pushed open revealing a little brown haired boy with his teddy bear in his arms as he stands at your doorframe, "Mommy? You awake?" The three year old's tiny voice slowly echoes around the room and you sit up against your bedframe. "Come here baby, come to mommy," you tell him as you lean your arms out to the side of the bed which he runs to and you boost him up onto the bed. You lift the duvet and the little boy squiggles under lying down on your chest. You run your fingers through the little brown locks as you feel Kai's heartbeat against yours.

"What happened, baby?" You ask him as he looks up at you with those little brown eyes looking up at you. "I just miss you, mommy," he told you hugging into your chest even more. He was too small to understand the world, too innocent for it all which made your eyes water slightly. "Oh baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere," your voice was soothing and calm causing Kai to settle down his unstable breathing and the light watering in the eyes of his own. Gently tugging through his curls the boy slowly falls asleep.

You wanted to cry because of all this. Kai doesn't know what happened to his daddy or why the two of you moved here and it crushed you that he was way too young to understand. He didn't know about your job and didn't know why his mommy couldn't have put him to bed last night. You wanted him to escape the past and have a better and bright future.

His father, Matthew, never hurt him, he just hurt you. At least you knew he'd never lay a finger on Kai. There were situations where he didn't take care of him like when he was 1 years old, Matthew left the little boy without changing his diaper for hours. Or that he'd just put him to bed and deal with him like that, putting him in his crib even if he had just woken up to get rid of him. But he'd never hit him.

Your eyes slowly started to close and your breathing slowly evened out. You yourself were slowly falling back to sleep but this time with the comfort of your little boy with you. This time you feel asleep more secure.

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9:57am.

It was a late time for Jake to awake but it was his day off and a day after the party so he decided to finally lie in. On most days off he'd already be back from a run with the dog, showered, ate breakfast and maybe even gone to the gym but this time he just spent it in bed. He knew that if he properly opened his eyes he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again so he'd been rolling around the bed for minutes to find the new position to fall asleep in but Bradley did not keep that in his plans.

"BAGMAN! PHOENIX AND BOB ARE ABOUT TO COME OVER!" Rooster yelled from the other side of the apartment as Jake groaned. There goes the rest of his sleep in.

He sits up in bed leaning back on his arms, rubbing one of his eyes from sleep. He looks around his room to find his suit from the previous night on the floor from when he came in he was too tired to do anything else than fall asleep.

He slept just in boxers causing him to feel exposed to the cold air outside the cozy and warm duvet. He shifts to his wardrobe grabbing some sweatpants and socks slipping them on and opening his bedroom door to getting tackled. "Alfie, down boy. Down," he instructed the over happy dog as it sat down causing Bradley to groan as Jake rubbed behind the dogs ears.

"I swear you trained that dog to not listen to me," Bradley says from the couch. "Well Bradshaw, I think you just lack the charm," he snapped back smirking as he mad his way over to the kitchen, shirtless, grabbing water from the fridge as Alfie followed his moves like his shadow.

"Can't you ever put on a shirt? Like for Christ sake, people are coming," Bradley sighs as he sees Jake yet again shirtless. "Sorry my apologies, I forgot that baby on board was coming, gotta keep it pg," Bradley groaned which caused Jake to laugh more. "Jesus Jake." "Oh come on, you gotta admit that was a good one." The blonde says as he goes over to the dryer, taking out a black t-shirt and putting it on over his head as Alfie nudges his leg.

"You wanna go on walkies? Do you want to walkies, boy?" Jake asked and the golden retriever barked up at him. "I take that as a yes, let's go."

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"Mommy when are the pancakes ready?" The young boy groaned for the millionth time in the minute from his food chair, demanding his breakfast. "In a bit, buddy! You have to wait a sec," you say flipping the pancakes while quickly walking over to the fridge to grab the maple syrup and grab Nutella from the counter. "Chocolate or maple, Kai?" You ask your son what he wants his strawberry pancakes with. "Choc," he decides as you slide the pancakes of the pan, applying a light layer of Nutella on them.

"Thank you, mommy," you smile and kiss the top of his head from behind him, "No problem, buddy." You go back to the cooker turning everything off and putting the pan and mixing bowls in the dishwasher as you eat a pancake of your own, while organizing everything away.

You loved mornings like this. You could spend the whole day with your son and spend time together even through the littlest things. "Kai, do you wanna go to the park after we get you cleaned up and then we can go shopping, since mommy needs to get things for dinner." You tell the boy, proposing to go to the park before so he could use up the energy he just took in from the sweet and sugary breakfast.

"We can go to the river!" He says happily. The big park, a bit away from your house has a very small river running through it and it's one of Kai's favorite things to see. Your kid really likes nature but he adores dogs, which to you seems hilarious since every time he sees a dog he asks the owner to pet it, even if the dog is bigger than him.

"Okay so how about you finish your breaky and we can go. How does that sound?" You ask as the young boy eagerly nods his head up and down scoffing down his pancakes.

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You make it down to the river and it's calm and peaceful. Most people are at work so it's quite empty but a bit more enjoyable than many people everywhere. "Mommy look a big bird!" Kai exclaimed as he pointed into a tall tree jumping up and down. " Yeah it is big buddy, it's a heron," you tell him, as he looks up at it. "It has a very long neck," Kai says complete fascinated it the creature. "It does doesn't it," you say as the two of you link hands again and continue to walk on.

Your laugh fills the air, as a dog runs up to you and Kai with the light hairs, yet yellow, dog still wagging its tail at you. "Hey girl. . . boy?" you quietly coo to the dog as you pat its head and Kai goes into full rubbing in love mode. The golden retriever shakes its body, revealing it's light blue collar to you as Kai is having the best time. You rub the dogs head and place your hand under the dog tag. Alfie.

"Mommy can we keep him! Can we keep him please!" Kai whines as the dog leans against him asking for more rubs from the boy who's shorter that the dog. Kai has begged for a dog and has been obsessed with them from a young age but your apartment is too small for a dog and you haven't go the time.

"I'm sorry buddy but he's already got a family," you say as Alfie gives off a small whine, and tips his head down like he's embarrassed. You pet his head again and he lays his head down on your lap to rest. The collar and dog tag appear again, except the other side shows with a number.

~If lost, call ***-***-***** thanks~

Aww man, he's has an owner. Well, it explains the dog collar, and name, and being so kind to you. "Alfie, there you are! I have been looking everywhere for you boy," a blonde exclaims as he walks up closer to you. Great, he's his owner. "Cobra-" "Pleasure to see you again, Jake," you say, looking up at him smiling. Your smile beat in him like a small love explosion. A grin makes everything around it disappear, bright soul-lights are that way but he's still surprised by the little boy on your right.

Jake smiled down at him in a reassuring way. Jake always had a good hand with children, it's just the way he's been but knowing that the woman he may be starting to catch feelings for, it somehow doesn't have him turning away, "And who's this little guy?" He inquires and you beckoned Kai to come a bit forward but he stops right behind you. "This is Kai, my son." He get's a bit shy and intimidated while meeting new people he's never seen before but once he gets to know them he fully opens up. Kai held onto your hand and peeked up at Jake.

“Hi there, Kai,” Jake said with a smile, kneeling down in front of him so that they were level. “My name is Jake.” Kai looked back at him with his bid doe eyes as he hid a bit behind you. "Don't worry buddy," you say calmly, as you gently brush your hand through your little boys hair. "Jake is my friend from work." Your son looked up at you and tugged your hand as a gesture to get you to lean down. You leaned down and Kai whispered in your ear, you nod and turned to Jake with a smile.

"Jake, Kai says he really likes your dog." Jake chuckled and nodded and playfully answered, "He's an awesome dog, sometimes he helps me out work." “Does he?!?!” Kai exclaimed with a giggle but stopped herself suddenly, as if he had just been caught doing something wrong. He tilted his head to the side, studying Jake, and then stepped in front of you, noticing that he was pretty much harmless. “Can i pet him again?” He asked shyly in a quiet voice. Jake’s eyes flickered up to you and you both smiled warmly. “I’d bet he'd love another rub,” Jake replied back, looking at Kai. He broke out into a genuine smile and spun on his heel, rubbing Alfie again.

After a quick rub and a quite long but loving conversation with Jake , you finally say goodbye to Jake and Alfie and head with Kai back home. You walk down the street feeling rough cracks through thin soles, the wind moving as if it weren’t there at all, as if it were a ghost and nothing more. Outside the sidewalk that will bustle in a few short hours is quiet, the concrete oblivious to whether it is midday or midnight. Your face smirks upward at the sight of the flower planter to the right, the city has put in new blooms that will give us flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the springtime. If you stop walking right now you can almost hear the heartbeat of the city, quiet, like the ticking of an old Grandfather clock. Though you're in no hurry you keep walking with your baby boy, the apartment isn't your destination, just a microcosm of the shortest happy memories with Jake...

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❝CARRY ON, HAVE SOME CALM❞

❦summary; sometimes there are bad days, sometimes there are reeally bad days. lashing out can't be helped but at the very least there are people that can help. ♪the characters in this story; trey clover, gn!reader ✎word count; 957 ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, reader is having a baaad day, short person energy, picked up like a wet cat and carried like a sack of potatoes, headpats from trey, "you're not you when you're hungry" ☛the author's notes; i have never written for trey before, but the wheel said it was trey's turn so he gets a piece. also short because my brain has been full with stuff ☪look at the catalogue?

You were angry.

Well, just upset, or frustrated. But at the very least, you weren’t in the best of moods today.

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” Yes, yes you did because a certain red headed Heartslaybul thought it’d be fun to drag the covers off your body with you coming along for the ride. You ended up hitting your forehead against the bed frame and earned a nasty bump this morning.

“Hey, how’d you do on the alchemy homework?” You wouldn’t know because you couldn’t find your alchemy homework and had to sit through a lecture from Professor Crewel about responsibility. You could have sworn you slipped it into your binder, but apparently it had slipped through somewhere.

“What did you eat for lunch today?” You didn’t. Some students were being rowdy and you ended up dropping the sandwich your friend Trey had packed for you.

By now, you were just about ready to scream. Your head hurt, you lost your homework, and you were hungry. And all those combined into just one day was a bad combination for anyone in your general proximity. Some students could even feel the dark cloud around you and were wise to stay away to let you stew in your own emotions.

Other people, somehow, did not take the hint.

So, there you were walking through the hallways, eyes narrowed at anyone unfortunate enough to catch your glare, and the grip on your bag’s strap deathly. Most people had the understanding to sense your bad mood and step away.

Though, some people weren’t included in that category.

There, on the other end of the hall, was a group of some Savannaclaw students, talking amongst themselves, grins wide as they spoke about some topic you didn’t have the energy to think about. With you keeping your stare to the ground and the students so wrapped up in their conversation, it was inevitable that at least one was going to bump into you. And it wasn’t just a light tap, but it caused you to stumble back, bumping into someone else who, thankfully, caught you.

“Hey! Look up while you’re walking, why don’t you?” The student sent a sharp glare in your direction while you recuperated yourself. And his words ticked you off, the last nail in the coffin to solidify your already frustrating day.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

Your voice practically echoed through the hall, being heard from all the way at the end. It got a shocked look out of a few people in the general vicinity, especially the group of Savannaclaw students.

“By the Seven, can’t you be aware of your damn surroundings?! And then you have the audacity to tell me to ‘look where I walk’! Way to make a bad day worse!”

Words began pouring from your mouth, eventually becoming a babble of frustration and anger. A few people stared at you, some a bit unsure of what to do and a few more watching in some type of amusement. The student that you were pouring your anger out on couldn’t look away, taking the brunt of your yelling.

Two hands then wrapped around your torso, grip firm as you were suddenly tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of flour. “Come on now, there’s no need to be screaming like that.”

“Trey?!” The vice housewarden let out a small chuckle as he began walking away with you over his shoulder, making sure to keep hold of your legs and support your body over his shoulder. Normally, one would be amused at this, but with your current state, you were none too pleased and started trying to squirm your way out of Trey’s hold.

“Let me down! I’m not some kind of child! I hate you so much right now!”

Trey paid no mind to your words, only letting out another chuckle and continuing to walk. Around halfway to wherever Trey was taking you did your kicking and yelling finally stop and you accepted defeat, lying limp on Trey’s shoulder and letting him carry you. He took you all the way to the Heartslaybul kitchen, with only a few odd looks tossed towards you two, and sat you down on one of the stools. With you sitting on the stool, Trey set a plate with a sandwich and some fruit on the side in front of you and a glass of water. You looked at Trey with a bit of confusion and he only responded by pushing the plate a bit closer.

Sighing, you pulled the plate in front of you and began eating, chewing at the sandwich slowly and taking sips of the water while Trey watched over you. He was silent the whole time, just watching you eat. Only when the plate was empty and the glass close to empty did Trey speak.

“Better?”

A huff of air left you, but you nodded. A bit of food in someone’s stomach never hurt anyone, especially since you were hungry. You leaned against the counter, head held up by your hands.

“Today sucked.”

Trey laughed quietly, though it was that type of laugh that sounded like a mix between a chuckle and a sigh. He reached his hand over to you, his palm resting on your head for a few seconds before it made a back and forth motion, continuous and soothing. It was hard to not bask into such a gentle touch, your body easing into a more relaxed position. “Seems like it was. Do you wanna tell me about it?”

You shook your head and exhaled slowly. “Not right now.”

Trey nodded, a soft ‘okay’ being heard from him as he continued to pet at your head. The rest of the day may have been bad, but at the very least it ended well.

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Francis,azrael and [name] is dazzlings coded trio you can't change my mind dude.

I mean cmon azreal and francis are aria and sonato while [name] is adagio.The other two would fight while [name] just watch with bored look on her face..

And what if when they are in their human forms.They sing like the dazzlings just for fun duhhh and don't get me wrong these three would just giggle and shit for the choas/dramas they had made XD

And just imagine thoo feancis is like just don't care about anything what will care if it's serious.While azrael would be exposing that they are angels which [name] just says it's joke:P

I might make drawing of these three thehehe:3

Have amazing day/evening/night<3

Azrael and Reader met Francis when they were on earth, the poor dude just so happen to bump into them lmao and a very weird friendship happened.

Francis, a lower ranked virtue angel. Same height as Husk. Azrael is literally looming over him. Slightly tanned skin but not enough to be considered like brown, just a little bit. Dark brown hair with hints of black, wolfcut hairstyle. Black eyes. Wears a white t-shirt with a knitted dark brown sweater on top and some black pants. Two pairs of wings, one on his jack and one small ones behind his head. Soft looking facial expression, looks tired 24/7. Very introverted. Dissociates a lot.

Yes, I am basing him off the gorion bird or also known as house sparrow lmao.

Very introverted, accidentally got adopted into the group by Azrael and Reader.

Azrael pissed off Francis as the taller man would mock the other man's height.

The two had this weird love-hate relationship.

Francis after getting added to the friend group, gets dragged to very important seven duties.

The seven virtues ft. Francis.

He's just there offering emotional support.

Azrael and [y/n]: *doing their jobs*

Francis (at the sidelines cuz they dragged him with them): 😐👍

“I love his lack of energy, go boy give us nothing!” —Azrael, maybe

Francis often spends the majority of his free time in his bird form. Often can be found nesting in Azrael's hair.

Azrael won't push him away but will complain.

“I swear to our creator if you shit on my hair I'll fry you and eat you.”

“Don't worry, I'll shit on your shoes instead.”

Man has no fear.

Reader is tired if their banter.

Francis and Reader gets along well as they are depression buddies as what Azrael calls them.

If Francis accidentally trips he won't move because his motivation disappeared the moment he lost control of his body because that means he lost control of his life and therefore don't feel like doing anything anymore.

Literally, he won't move for days.

Azrael had to pick him up like a sack of potatoes to move him.

Francis sleeps a lot, anywhere and anytime.

Azrael is tired of his dry ass humor 😭

Reader likes it though cuz she has the same humor as Francis.

God please help Azrael's poor soul.

All three of them have the humor of a middle school boy.

“Look at how big that clock is in hands.” -someone

*cue the muffled laughter*

Laughs at the sentences "It's very hard" or "I'm coming" even if the context is innocent.

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katscki · 2 years

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Just Friends

EEEEK!! also not edited 🤣🙌🏼

bakugou x reader college au

wc: 660

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You are friends, best friends; And he is your world, however even though you are madly in love with him, you don’t think it’s reciprocated. But little do you know he’s pining for you too. The lingering touches, jokes during class. He’s pulling out all his best work just for one single chance to make you his.

Todays lecture was a particularly boring one. Katsuki thought so too, you could tell by the way he would lean over and whisper something into your ear, trying desperately to make you laugh. That laugh that he loves so much. Anytime the professor said something, anything at all, there he was cracking a joke. At some point during the class you just stopped listening all together to solely focus on Bakugou.

“Ya wanna get lunch after this? ‘M starving.” He says quietly to not disrupt the people around him.

“Lunch sounds sooooo good, I haven’t eaten yet today I don’t think.” You whisper back trying to wrack your brain to see if you’d eaten.

“Tch gotta take care of y’self, stupid. You’d be so fucking dead without me I swear” He laughs at the incredulous look you give him and only tears his eyes away when he hears everyone moving.

You began to pack your things and made your way into the isle to wait for Bakugou. He always takes his sweet time cleaning up because of his strict “organization” system. Yet you always wait. Not because you can’t make it to the door by yourself, but because you feel safe in his presence.

He’d made his way to you and you start the head down the stairs of the auditorium-like classroom. “Oh my god, walk slower” He says sarcastically once you’d made it to the doors. Always being the last people out because he takes so long gives you the opportunity to mess with him a little more.

So you stopped. Directly in front of him in the doorway. But what you forgot was he’s so much bigger and stronger than you, so before you could even laugh about it, you’re off the ground. Thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“Ah! Katsuki! Put me down put me down put me down!” You squeak out.

“Nope, this is what you get for being mean.” He laughs at his own statement. You? Mean? Never. And especially never to him.

“I surrender! I’m sorry, please put me down katsu!” You say giggling trying to fake an apologetic look even though he can’t see your face.

He grabs you by the hips and gently let you down right in front of him. And he truly honest to god didn’t mean for the two of you to be so close but hey, he wasn’t complaining. His hands never left your waist because he feels like if he moves it’s all over, never to happen again. And it’s so much harder to compose himself when you’re looking at him like that with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Katsu…” You whisper out gaining his attention. “Yeah?” He says with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. All the while, whilst the two of you are barely speaking, your faces are inching towards each other. Constantly darting your eyes down to the others lips.

“Y/N can i-” You cut bakugou off before he can finish. “Please.” The last word exchanged before he leans down to capture your lips in his. And boy did it feel like heaven, like the stars finally aligned. Lips slotting together in harmony, breathy noises coming out in almost moans, teeth clanking together at some points because you’re both so happy you can’t help but smile. It continues for a bit until you remember you’re out in the open and you move to pull away. His head follows yours in a last minute attempt to kiss you again before he opens his eyes to see your dazed smile.

Yeah, maybe you weren’t “just friends”.

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ilovelosersandshortmen · 6 months

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Hmm… I wonder how Todd would react to finding out his plus-sized lover is a mutant and what said lover’s ability would be?

Todd Tolansky Headcanons: Finding out his S/O is a mutant.

First of all, this is my first request and I'm so excited! Please, feel free to ask me for anything you'd like to see! I love writing about Todd. And I hope I can fulfill your request!! So, here is my interpretation of Todd Tolansky finding out his S/O is a mutant!

General Headcanons:

• Just to start off, for the purpose of the story, I'm going to say that the reader has a power related to plants, or something like that. Because honestly, I'm sick of fat people having super powers that just have to do with their weight. I love you Fatgum, but I'm kind of sick of that trope. Sorry, weird rant. Anyways.

• Todd was already extremely over protective. But now that he knows you're a mutant, and that you could be targeted for harassment because of that, he's even more protective of you. Threatening anyone who even looks at you wrong.

• "What are you lookin' at, punk!? Yeah, look away, that's what I thought!"

• "Todd, he didn't even look in my direction"

• He's been bullied so much for his mutation and he would never want you to go through that.

• Anyways, it's from a place of love.

• When you fight back and stand up for yourself, he's extremely impressed and proud.

If you're a member of the X-MEN:

• Although he hates the X-Men, he's willing to make an expectation for you, of course!

• Though he will tease you a bit about being a "goody-two-shoes"

• Also hates the uniforms (because they're ugly) but when you put it on, he's star struck. He thinks your curves look amazing in the suit.

• Definitely checks you out during fights with the X-Men, much to everyone's annoyance.

• There's probably a lot of flirting going on whenever the X-Men are fighting the Brotherhood. He would obviously never lay a hand on you, so everyone else fights while you two enjoy each other's company.

• I can just imagine Pietro yelling at him and Todd completely ignoring everyone else but you. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by someone as stunning as you?

• He's the type of guy who would throw pebbles at your window so that you notice him.

• Speaking of which, he's always sneaking into the X-Mansion to spend time with you. (Not in a sexual way, ofc). So far, he's hasn't been caught.

• Expect for once, when you were caught wearing his hoodie in the morning. That raised some suspicions.

• For people who can't wear their boyfriends hoodies because you're plus sized (trust me, I get it), Todd would secretly buy sweaters in bigger sizes just to give them to you.

If you're a member of the BROTHERHOOD:

• You have your own room, but you might as well live with Todd.

• He helps you make your own suit and tells you that you look absolutely amazing, no matter what you're wearing! You could wear a potato sack and he would still be head over heels.

• Likes to make fun of the X-Men with you. (To be fair, he would do this with you even if you weren't a mutant)

• Todd can never pay attention when you're fighting the X-Men, mostly because he's worried about you and because he thinks you're really hot when you're fighting.

• Also, this is just a general thing, but Todd would always be willing to hold you.

• "Oh, but I'm so heavy! I can't sit on your lap" He doesn't care. "We can't cuddle, I would crush you!" He doesn't care. He wants you to lay on him, no matter how much you weigh! He likes the closeness.

Thank you again for the ask! (I feel like such a celebrity right now lmao) I hope I managed to match your expectations.

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My mental health has been doing a bit better lately so I thought why not try update this. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year holy shit— This fic is also available on AO3 btw.

Solidarity — pt.3

At this point, James shouldn’t have been surprised to find Jack downstairs scrambling to his feet from landing in a heap next to his open window. You’d think Jack would be better at making a quiet entrance by now, too, but he’d alerted James upstairs in his study with the distinct thud like a sack of potatoes. And he was tracking mud everywhere. He sighed despairingly, he’d have to deal with it later.

“Commodore!” He greeted cheerfully between heaving breaths, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“This is my house,” he deadpanned.

Jack had the audacity to look surprised. Or relieved? “Is it? Funny ol’ world,” he chuckled.

“What is it with you and windows?” Rubbing his temple, James felt a headache brewing.

Panting, Jack explained, “Just crawled through the first open one I saw. Your men were chasing me around the entire bloody town.”

Precariously balanced on his own legs, he did seem to be barely functioning, James noted. Ready to bolt at any moment, regardless.

“Well…” James said thoughtfully. “I severely doubt they will check for you here. Or alert me, considering their incompetence. So you can rest here if you would like,” he offered.

All the adrenaline buzzing in Jack’s veins seemed to evaporate. He visibly sagged in relief. “In that case, if you don’t mind, I’m going to just…” Jack practically collapsed, spread like a starfish. On his back, the heavy rise and fall of his puffing chest was far more apparent.

Leaning over him, James saw his eyes were closed. “Would you not prefer the bed?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Can’t move,” he huffed weakly.

If Jack had the strength to open his eyes then, he would have seen James’s open concern. An ugly, heavy feeling weighed in his gut.

James wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Certainly standing would not do, looming over him like a vulture. Would it be polite to drag a chair over and sit? No, he’d still be looking down on him awkwardly. Eventually, he settled for joining him on the floor.

That made Jack barely open his eyes to squint at him.

“Should I move?” He asked.

Jack squinted more until his eyes were falling closed again. “No,” he shook his head minutely. Hesitantly, he shifted a little closer to him, an inch or so from his shoulder.

Looking up, James tried to ignore Jack’s breath tickling his neck. Hm yes, a very interesting ceiling. James looked back at Jack instead and a smile played in his eyes.

No beard braids yet, it had only been a week so no surprise. Skin glistened in a sheen of sweat. Salty droplets had made the kohl streak down his cheeks. James had to resist swiping a thumb through the black tracks. Tension further drained from Jack, and his breathing slowly leveled out. Breathing so deeply, he might have fallen asleep. His face had relaxed into smooth slopes. James had never seen him so relaxed, and he had to wonder why he felt so relaxed under his roof of all places. Though, the thought warmed him from the inside out, and his worry slipped away momentarily. It was late in the evening, and the low sun made Jack’s bronze skin glow.

Jack suddenly was looking back again.

Nope, nope ceiling watching it was.

In the slowing time, so similar to The Balcony, Jack mumbled, “You’re not just going easy on me because you don’t want Lizzie upset, are you?”

“No,” James denied resolutely, and somewhat shyly added, “I know just as well as her and Will that you are a good man.”

Jack hummed skeptically, yet grinned. “I think you just like me,” he teased, “Got a soft spot for lil’ ol’ Jackie?”

James glared. He’d scoff if he was more inclined to outright lying.

“You can’t keep abusing my good will, you know,” he changed the subject, “and stupidly risking your neck returning to port royal again and again. One day you won’t escape and there will be nothing I can do for you.” There was a pleading edge to his voice. “What if that was today, you lunatic?” He added.

“But you’re forgetting one thing,” Jack whispered conspiratorially, smiling, “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”

James scoffed, “And that arrogance is why you’re collapsed on my living room floor.”

For a moment the two just breathed, Jack not knowing how to respond, James growing more anxious in the silence.

James blindly fumbled for Jack and curled his fingers around his wrist.

“Jack, you’re the only man on earth who understands. I-I can’t…” he could not finish. Admitting so much was mortifying.

Gingerly, Jack slipped out of his hold, but only to take his hand in his own instead.

“I’ll be more careful,” Jack murmured. His thumb brushed over the back of James’s hand.

James savoured the touch.

“Drink?” Jack offered.

Now, James had a full wine cabinet that had gone untouched for months. He could have gotten up and shared a bottle with him, as he should have as the host in this situation. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He’d have to move.

They knew instinctively this delicate bubble of time and space should not be disturbed.

So James nodded and Jack pulled out a full flask of rum from his deep coat pocket.

They shared stories back and forth like how they traded the flask. Misadventures as a midshipman, even more in his early years as a lieutenant, tales of childhood friends, times he made improvisations that would impress any pirate honestly, stories that humanised the commodore to just be James. And Jack rightfully teased him for it while sharing his own, much less believable but equally true, stories.

James took another sip as the flask was passed to him. As liquor always did, it loosened their tongues and James found the question spilling out of him before he could think it through.

“Do you think you could ever love someone that way? Want romance?” He said, passing back the flask. Maybe hearing it confirmed would stifle his growing feelings, and his even more stubborn, deceitful hope. He could handle a rejection if he simply wasn’t capable of reciprocating, like men who strictly liked women.

Jack hesitated. “Actually…” he started nervously.

Oh no.

“There was someone once,” he admitted sheepishly.

Damn it.

“That was many years ago. So I know it’s not impossible for me, but it’s incredibly rare and I hardly remember what it’s supposed to feel like now,” Jack rambled off quickly. Attempting to take a large swig from the flask, only to find it empty, he frowned (pouted).

After a breath, James asked gently, “What were they like?”

Silence threatened to swallow them, James internally panicking that he had overstepped, but Jack eventually answered.

“…He was my best friend,” Jack said with bittersweet fondness. “I thought… He was reliable and one of the only people I really trusted. He only liked women, but for some reason I thought maybe I could be an exception,” Jack confessed. Flimsily disguising the pain remembering brought, Jack’s voice was laced with false casualness as he continued. “When we were at sea for long enough, he seemed to cave in and we’d satisfy each other. He always approached me first and… and he always stayed afterwards… A real cuddle bug.” Tortuously nostalgic, Jack smiled. If for only a second. “So I, uh… confessed,” he said, barely louder than a breath, but James caught it.

Listening intently, James stayed silent. Though Jack could still tell what question was rattling around in his head.

“Didn’t go well, of course, he was completely disgusted. I’ll be the first to admit how stupid that was. He had a lady love and a kid an’ everything back on shore… In the end, he took Barbossa’s side when my crew mutinied…” Jack’s voice fell away, and his eyes lost focus.

James realised they were still holding hands when he felt a tremble rip through Jack from the contact. He gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Not your fault.”

Jack smiled more genuinely then, however minuscule said smile was.

Running his words through his head again, James couldn’t help being swept up in a tide of anger. It was all too familiar; a story he already knew too intimately.

“Why is it that it’s justifiable for two men to sleep together on long voyages, but as soon as you want—” James almost growled in frustration: he couldn’t think of the right word, “—want more it’s suddenly wrong?”

“It’s not,” came Jack’s sure answer, not missing a beat.

Jack’s sincerity stunned him. He was… He might cry. He just knew the next time he attempted to speak, it could all come bubbling up.

“Did some navy bastard break your heart, Jamie?” Jack said softly, glancing at him.

“You could say that,” James’s voice wobbled. Maybe he would have snorted or chuckled at the edge of humour Jack used if the memory didn’t still sting the back of his throat like bile.

“H-He…” he stuttered. James sighed, pausing to collect his thoughts. He swallowed down a brewing sob and tried again.

“It was foolish of me. He only used me for his own gratification, but I thought if I pushed through it and gave him what he wanted, maybe, he would reciprocate my affection eventually,” Pulling away from Jack, he ran his hand through his hair. (Jack noticed how his fingers slid through the fibres without catching). “It’s not often that someone fancies me, so I suppose I was trying to make the best of it,” James sighed, “but I couldn’t take it anymore after a while.”

A tinge of green briefly appeared on Jack’s face. “You didn’t deserve that,” he said.

James had no idea how much he needed to hear that until Jack said it as if it was an obvious, simple truth. Jack seemed to have a talent for it. His eyes started to sting even more. “Every second was awful. I thought I was broken,” he said, biting down on his lip as it quivered slightly. Get a grip.

“I know the feeling,” Jack said softly, “The brokenness.”

James finally found Jack’s gaze again, whose visage rippled before him. Blinking away the pearling tears in the corners of his eyes revealed Jack staring back. His expression was carefully blank besides the way his irises swirled like the dark, open sea. Only, his eyebrows set in a determined line betrayed him.

“You’re not, Jamie,” he said with earnest conviction. “We can’t be changed and there’s no good reason we should be. Nothing’s wrong with us,” he insisted.

“As you’ve said before,” James managed to crack a smile.

“I’ll say it as many times as I need to get it drilled through your skull,” Jack fired back, grinning in return.

The tense edge to James’ smile melted away and Jack was suddenly struck by how beautiful James really was.

His eyes were like swirling clouds rolling over a turbulent sea, whipping the waves into a frenzy. Jack loved the way they ignited in annoyance like lightning. Though right now, it felt as if he’d been welcomed into the eye of the storm. It was captivating.

And James claims no one is interested? Impossible.

“Are you sure you aren’t missing any lingering eyes, Commodore?” Jack teased.

“I suppose the uniform does attract a certain kind of attention…”

“Sure, but you’re handsome without it. Especially without that stuffy wig of yours,” Jack said casually. He lifted his hand, and James forgot to retort as he curiously watched. Then his eyes slipped shut as Jack brainlessly carded his fingers through it. His calloused hands lightly scraping his scalp was soothing, if a little strange. He couldn’t recall anyone ever touching him in this gentle way before.

It was incredibly soft, Jack thought. The strands slipped through his fingers like water. He could imagine him growing out a beard and letting his hair grow out longer than what could reasonably fit under a wig. He could almost see him living on his ship, growing into that rugged look. Wondered how much better it would suit him than the clean shaven, buttoned up look. He wanted to rip those stifling buttons right off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without the wig before. Even at Will and Lizzie’s you were wearing that stuffy thing. You really shouldn’t hide your natural brown, it’s really…” As he heard a soft snore, Jack flinched and pulled away. “Jamie? James?” Jack shook him gently. Other than a small snore, he had no reaction. Passed out. He only noticed then that night had fallen, probably hours ago.

Without James to bounce his thoughts off of, the wooden floor was suddenly too cold and his elbow was aching from taking his weight. A chill breezed through the open window and the crescent moon left him little light to work with.

The stillness of the ground threw him off kilter.

And the sight of James peacefully asleep on the floor of his own home at the mercy of Jack Sparrow was truly ridiculous. Jack could never sleep that soundly. James should know better than anyone to never trust a pirate. Yet his chest moved up and down, slowly, like a rocking ship in a sheltered harbour.

Should he move him? Jack contemplated it. Carrying him upstairs to the bed, or to the couch a couple meters away.

That felt way too intimate. What would James think when he woke up somewhere he didn’t fall asleep and realised Jack moved him? Commodore Norrington tucked into bed by Captain Jack Sparrow. That would be strange. He didn’t need to make this any stranger than it already was.

Wait.

Why does he even care what James thinks?! He’s a navy lap dog— Jack doesn’t even care what other pirates think of him— okay maybe a little, but preserving his reputation is different than… wanting someone to see past it.

This had to stop. Why does he suddenly care about propriety? He’s a bloody pirate!

Still, it felt too intimate.

That’s too intimate? Not telling him your stupid sob story and complimenting his weirdly soft hair? You’ve already crossed a line.

Another quiet snore came from the unconscious commodore. Jack couldn’t help noticing the way James’s neck was at an odd angle that would be pretty painful by sunrise.

Jack sighed, already knowing what he was about to do and how idiotic it was, even for him.

He couldn’t just leave him.

Carefully lifting up James, Jack carried him to the couch nearby. James never stirred, already fast asleep. Jack positioned him so his head was pillowed on the arm rest. Spotting a throw blanket laying on the back couch cushions, he pulled it off and draped it over the Commodore.

The patrolling guards should have given up by then. Nothing else was keeping Jack there.

His heart dropped.

Rolling his eyes at himself, Jack slipped out the window and refused to look back.

#sparrington solidarity fic #sparrington #pirate of the caribbean #jack sparrow #james norrington

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