#like I’m sure you read that number and think yea whatever there’s no way

[um-vvhat]

I just no exaggeration worked 32 hours straight bc my boss is such a POS lol I’m quitting I can’t do it anymore I’m fucking tired NOTHING is worth this

#like I’m sure you read that number and think yea whatever there’s no way #to which I would say I will email you camerave footage of me at my job for 32 hours straight #I just need to vent I’ve been awake too long and I think I had a small caffeine heart attack earlier #this has been a post #text post #me #hoteliers

[wheredafandomat]

I love you

Dad! Loki x ex F! reader

18+ | contains alcohol, smut

Running around the house with one heel on, you tried to put your earring in whilst looking for your phone. Victorious, you called Loki’s number as you put your other heel on.

“When are you going to be here?” You asked once Loki had finally answered.

“I’m pulling up now.” He replied. Glancing out of the window, you watched as he parked onto the driveway. Making your way to the door, you let him inside.

“Daddy.” Amelia squealed, running towards Loki as he entered before wrapping her arms around his legs.

“Sweetheart.” He greeted, picking her up.

“Be good for daddy okay.” You spoke, pecking her cheek.

“You look nice.” Loki noted, quickly taking you in.

“Thanks.” You answered, flashing a hint of a smile but not meeting his eyes. “She’s already eaten, you’ve just got to read her a story before bed.”

“I have her on weekends y/n, I know how to look after our princess.” Loki replied.

“Yea, yes of course.” You agreed, feeling stupid for even mentioning it.

“Anyways, where are you off to? Somewhere nice?” Loki questioned.

“Just a restaurant.” You shrugged.

“A date.” He guessed.

“With friends” you lied, not sure why you felt the need to.

“Well, have fun.” Loki wished.

“Thanks.” You said again with another hint of a smile as you glanced up at Loki, standing tall, holding your daughter, a reminder of how things were before. Saying bye to the two of them, you left.

“So, what are your interests?”

You almost flinched as you were brought back to reality, your daydream slipping from you as your surroundings came back into focus. You were on a date, in a restaurant with a cute guy yet all you could think about was how Loki looked.

“I—umm” you thought, “I like to write.”

“Sounds interesting.” He replied before silence settled between you both again. Picking the glass of wine up in front of you, you brought it to your lips, smiling over it as your eyes met with the man sitting opposite you. Before you could swallow your sip, your phone vibrated on the table, the screen lighting up in the process.

“Is that your niece?” He asked, looking down at your phone, the screensaver a picture of you and Amelia.

“It’s my daughter.” You spoke, putting your glass down.

“Oh” he almost choked on his wine, “wow, you’re a—you have a—” he stuttered.

“Child” you finished for him “is that a problem?”

“No I just” he swallowed thickly “I wasn’t looking to raise someone else’s child so soon.”

“Good thing I’m not asking you to then” you smiled sarcastically, offended by his assumption that you’d want him anywhere near your child; she already has a father. “Bill please!” You called the waiter over.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to order any food?” The waiter asked, standing next to your table.

“Come on, we can still have a good night, even if it’s the only one we share.” Your date intoned suggestively causing your eyes to widen.

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re back early.” Loki greeted you as you entered the house, stepping out of your heels. Looking at him, you noticed that he was lounging on the couch with Amelia asleep against him.

“You didn’t put her to bed?” You asked, walking into the living room.

“She wanted a movie night with daddy, I couldn’t deny her.” Loki smiled, causing you to do the same as you reached out for her.

“Come on princess, let’s put you to bed.” You cooed.

“I’ll take her.” Loki insisted, gesturing for you to sit.

When Loki went upstairs, you made your way into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of wine and having a sip of it.

“So, how was your date? Bad I assume.” Loki teased, entering.

“It wasn’t a date.” You lied, still not sure why you felt the need to.

“You’re wearing that perfume” Loki inhaled “your date perfume.”

“I do not have a date perfume.” You chuckled.

“You do, you wore it every date night.” He persisted.

“Whatever you say.” You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“So how was it?”

Sighing, you took another sip of wine.

“Do you really want to know how my date went, Loki?”

“Yes.”

“It was awful,” you relented. “We didn't even eat, he started talking about how he doesn’t want to raise a child, like I’d ever need anyone else to help with that, and then I couldn’t stop thinking about—” you paused.

“About what?”

“About—about you.” You whispered the last word.

“I’m flattered.” Loki smiled coyly.

“I mean not you—us-no!” You stuttered.

“Y/n, it’s fine.” Loki paused your rambling. “Look, why don’t I make you something to eat quickly and then I’ll go.” He offered.

“You don’t have to.”

“I insist.”

“Fine.” You gave in, picking up the bottle of wine and making your way back to the living room.

“You forgot your glass.” Loki called after you.

“Don’t need it.”

Smelling the food, you stood up from the couch and made your way back into the kitchen, pausing for a brief moment at the door as your eyes ran down Loki’s form. You really had missed this, him cooking, the mundane things. Approaching him, you stood behind him, his back to your chest as he mixed whatever was in the pot on the stove.

“Y/n.” Loki exhaled as you wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss against his back.

“Something smells good” you grinned, one of your hands trailing down his torso “tasty.”

“Stop.” He uttered, unconvincingly.

“You want me to stop?” You queried, your hand sliding underneath the waistband of his trousers.

“Fuck.” He bit back, removing your hand before spinning around, pushing you back against the opposite counter. “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.” Loki warned.

“I always finish with you.” You smiled coquettishly

“You’re drunk.” He stated.

“I’m horny.” You countered.

“That’s not an excuse.” He tutted.

“Isn’t it?” You grinned, biting your lip seductively, Loki’s eyes dipping to them. “Come on Loki.” You dared, hopping onto the counter and widening your legs causing Loki to inhale sharply as his gaze ventured between them. Using one of your legs, you wrapped it around his, pulling him closer. Grabbing one of his hands, you guided it underneath your dress, between your legs, exhaling as Loki took over, his fingers toying with your clit. Your mouth fell open, eyes hooded as he removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth before he lathered them in his saliva, bringing them back down to your centre.

“Loki.” You moaned breathily as he entered you with two of his fingers. His movements were precise, acquired, he always knew exactly how to push your buttons. Wrapping your arm around the back of his neck, you pulled him down closer to you before you kissed his ear, just how he liked. “I’m not drunk Loki, but I do want you.” You murmured against his ear before licking the shell of it again and just like that, everything was forgotten.

Drawing his hand back, Loki lifted his shirt, you helping him before discarding it on the floor. He drew his trousers and boxers down enough to expose his hard length, pointing upwards and resting against his abdomen. You licked your hand before wrapping it around his cock, rubbing it with long strokes as you and Loki’s gazes met, both lustrous, both needy. Replacing your hand, Loki lined himself up with your entrance before pushing inside of you, kissing your neck to stifle his moan. It had been so long yet you still fit him perfectly. He barely pulled out before pushing inside of you again, filling you completely as his name slipped past your lips. With each thrust, your moans grew louder. In an attempt to quieten you, Loki brought two of his fingers to your lips, prompting you to take them into your mouth which you did, you always did. He had to control himself, will himself to continue despite feeling your tongue swirling against his fingers whilst your warm heat throbbed around his cock. It was heaven, being so close to you again, breaths heavy, bodies receptive to one another’s, he felt at one with you again, like nothing had changed. He didn’t want it to end.

Lifting you, Loki made his way to the living room, laying you down against the couch before continuing to fuck you, both of you nearing the finish.

“Fuckk” you mewled, Loki grinding his hips against yours as he looked down at you “I hate that no one ever makes me feel like you do” you panted, Loki speeding his thrusts “I hate that I still love you Loki.” You almost cried, clinging onto him as your orgasm hit you like a wave.

“I know I’m sorry I-fuck—I love you y/n, so so much.” Loki admitted, movements stilling as he came before kissing you deeply.

Wordlessly, you turned over, Loki laying behind you with an arm around you as you closed your eyes.

“Should we go to bed?” He asked, quietly.

“Yes.” You agreed.

Apologies for my inactivity - I have so many amazing fics I need to catch up on and I will do! For now, I hope you enjoyed this thing I wrote in the waiting room whilst waiting for my mum to collect me from the hospital because silly me forgot that OBVIOUSLY you cannot go home alone if you’ve been sedated 😅 (I’m fine)

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[ohnoitsjetster]

jesse!!! hi!! i have one very important question for you: ARE‼️YOU 🫵🏼 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS🎤⁉️

(okay now for my real question, what’s your fav hatchetfield installment?? it could be a musical or nightmare time ep or even workin’ boys if you’ve seen it :] i’m curious!! oh also if you want you can tell me about orin, i’m vaguely familiar with lsoh but it’s been a while!! so yea, free pass to talk about your lil gay sadist of a dentist <3 this was just an excuse to give you an ask so yk you can really just talk about whatever)

SOL! Hi hi hi hi !! (Sorry for the late response)

OHOHO! A dual fandom ask !! This means another long rambling post for my four most dedicated followers to read!!!! Im sorry in advance!!! this will probably be boring to everyone but me!!!!

I think my favorite might be NPMD. That one changed my brain chemistry for sure. But so did TGWDLM, I really believe that watching Show Stopping Number at the tender age of, like 11… well it just explains a lot about how i turned out ([obligatory “fuck Robert manion”]). I also frequently shake Time Bastard, Killer Track, and Abstinence Camp around in my teeth like a dog like HAUUFHGIGJHJGKKGKFGKRGJ RFRRRGJGG RRHHRHHRHH HREHHEGEGHGRGHRHHHHFFNFHFGGHF like that. But yeah at the present moment I'm being insane about NPMD. The songs are all bangers (Yes all of them) and I am in love with every character (Yes every character). High School is Killing Me is kind of my anthem right now. For no. Particular reason. Also, your honor those three nerds are all literally me and also i am in love with them and also im that fucked up dead bully but in a totally normal way.

So. Speaking of fucked up dead bullies… ‘,:]

Orin Scrivello, DDS <3 my beautiful bbg who has never done anything wrong in his life except for literally everything he did. Worst guy ever. But hey, you can’t choose who you rotate around in your brain, or how many Pinterest boards you make about it. Another instance of “he’s literally me but obviously not actually at all but I think he’s silly so that’s basically the same thing.” A tale as old as time. I don’t know how many queer awakenings one person can have but I was definitely already trans and bi when I saw Orin for the first(?*) time last year, and now, well now im the same but im more pretentious about it and I own a leather jacket. (*I actually saw LSOH a long time ago when i was way younger, but I didn’t remember it almost at all and I’d thought “The Dentist” was like this mad scientist type character, which, not exactly wrong ig, so anyway he’s been swimmin around in my brain making me silly for who knows how long, but yeah probably just since last year). I swear to cope with hyperfixating on such a fucked up character I’ve literally been making au’s in my brain where he’s morally ambiguous, or gets a redemption arc (he does not fucking deserve a redemption arc he deserves to be chopped up and fed to a bitchy gay plant), or where he’s literally just a nice guy. Yeah I’ll sometimes just remove the character from this character to appease the brain demons. But the cool thing about the Not an Asshole™️ AUs is that, in the og, the whole story basically goes south when Seymour justifies killing to feed the plant cause he can kill that jerk Orin, so if he’s not a jerk maybe they all survive?? Idk i just like thinkin. Also… ALSO!.. I made a post a while ago that I might someday make Orin textpost memes using pictures from my actual stage production, and well, that day has come! or, will come, soon. I’ve made the pictures I just have to make the post. It was very fun Im excited to share em. Okay thats all TYSM for the ask bestie!!!

Oh and to address your first question…

I 🧑🏻 AM 💥 DAN🧍‍♂️REYNOLDS 🎤 ✅

#with Action News. Weekdays at 10pm #thank you for the ask! #i am given new life by the ask! #forever in your debt for the ask! #sorry it took forever to answer #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #little shop of horrors #lsoh #orin scrivello #rambles #saying stuff

[rei-does-stuff]

no but LITERALLY the other day I saw that stupid terfy post comparing women wearing makeup to hijabi women and I was like “what in the fresh fucking hell” it’s so weird how obsessed they are with policing how different women choose to dress, for whatever reasons they do it. I don’t understand how they can call themselves “feminists” while also implying that women covering their hair for religious reasons is “oppressing themselves for the male gaze” like can we take away the phrase “male gaze” from these dinkuses for like, idk, forever???? do they even know that religious head coverings in Islam are for Allah (PBUH)? I know I’m not an expert on Islam but seriously they can’t even be bothered to know the bare minimum of any culture or religion other than their own before mocking it.

and I hate how their go to is “oh those third world countries are oppressing women with their backwards Brown culture” and you can tell that’s basically what they’re saying because we all know they would never criticize the Christian fascism that’s taking over western countries, but the second people are oppressed by a religion that’s associated with brown people they alstart squawking like chickens with their ducking heads cut off.

it’s like… the act of choosing to wear a hijab IS NOT FUCKING OPPRESSION!!! AND YOU CAN TALK ABOYT THE ISSUES FACED BY MUSLIM WOMEN WITHOUT BEING FUCKING RACIST!!!!! idk, as someone whose number one focus in study in school is intersectional social theory, it just bothers me to no end how these fascist women will see a white American male senator literally ban human rights and overtly state his religion as a cause, and say nothing about it, but when a Muslim does the same thing it’s all “SAVE THE POOR BROWN WOMEN” and ik you know more about this than I do from your own perspective im just rambling about this because you’re like the only person I can ramble about this kind of stuff to since you agree and understand it. sorry if it sounds like I’m being preachy your post just reminded me of some of the shit I’ve seen and I’m just like “cool cool cool these women are totally not overt right-wing white supremacists, nope, not at all nope no way” /s

anyways ur Muslim lesboy swag is off the charts you should be given free reign to slaughter any terfs in ur vicinity /lh

OOOH BOY LILY I WAS FUMING WHEN I READ THIS BC I HATE RACIST TERFS SO MUCHH MANN (nothing against you tho dw :)!)

[I saw that stupid terfy post comparing women wearing makeup to hijabi women] dude I see that all the time and I fucking hate it bc they are NOT the same thing at all. It all comes back to them thinking that hijabs are something the patriarch created when like. No. Sure it’s been used that way occasionally but it’s not as common as they make it out to be they intentionally misrepresent it to make Muslims and hijabs look bad and it’s so infuriating.

[implying that women covering their hair for religious reasons is “oppressing themselves for the male gaze”]

GOD THIS ONE I REALLY DISLIKE bc its so clear they have no idea WHY people wear hijabs. And especially since most people who say this are white and Christian (or atheists which might be worse imo) they’re coming at this from that point of view so they have NO idea what they’re talking about when it comes to that.

[they can’t even be bothered to know the bare minimum of any culture or religion other than their own before mocking it.]

It’s because they see as Muslim as either scary terrorist or poor innocent women who need be to saved for their evil religion and country by white people, really fucking gross

[and I hate how their go to is “oh those third world countries are oppressing women with their backwards Brown culture”]

God yea, they really need to calm their white savior complex for ONCE that would be greatt

Also they claim arab countries are backwards when they don’t know shit abt them, it’s awful

Especially what you said about them never criticizing Christianity for similar views, its only bad when the “evil” brown people do it apparently. Racists fuckers.

[it’s like… the act of choosing to wear a hijab IS NOT FUCKING OPPRESSION!!! AND YOU CAN TALK ABOYT THE ISSUES FACED BY MUSLIM WOMEN WITHOUT BEING FUCKING RACIST!!!!!]

Honestly if you’re not muslim or aren’t from said countries where the issue is prevalent I’m not gonna listen to a word you fucking say bc half of the time it’ll be misinformed and or REALLY racist, yk???

Anyways no worry you weren’t being preachy! This gave me a good excuse to rant too!!

Thank you btw, my lesboy swag is indeed off the charts :)

#rei says stuff #ask #long post #ask to tag

[bicheetopuff]

I saw you commenting on the anime's decisions on how to characterize Bakugo. I get the anger, but my usual problem is I've seen this type of anger across several manga fandoms when anime studios change things unnecessarily, and the result is always the same. The anime studios keep doing whatever they are doing. I'm not saying the anger in invalid, just that I'm all out of craps to give about it because usually anime studios make whatever decisions they want. While Bones does seem to have a need to add filler and humor in where it isn't needed, they are more faithful than some anime studios I've seen. They at least keep to major plot points and don't try to entirely rewrite the tone of the series, which is a level of disrespect I've heard of happening before. Or worse, adding entire arcs and seasons that weren't originally there. So, I'm at least thankful that Bones mostly follows the manga, even if it does add filler. There are many other mangas that have gotten treated way worse XD. I'm not saying people can't complain about it btw, but I just think that Bones is far from the worst or even a particularly noteworthy offender as far as anime studios go.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Bones as a studio. Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood was a masterpiece from start to finish. Noragami was also great in my opinion, although I’m not sure how faithful to the manga they were cuz I haven’t read it. I’ve also heard really great things about Mob Psycho 100 although I haven’t read or watched it.

And yea they stay pretty faithful to mha as well but it’s just the small random things they choose to change that just adds up and makes me not want to watch the anime. And their filler/movies aren’t great because they’re not faithful to characterization specifically. No offense to anyone that likes the first movie specifically but, that movie was written like poorly written fanfiction. The characterization was awful.

But you’re right, there’s not much use in caring about the dumb things anime studios do especially when other great mangas were adapted far worse on screen, mainly in the seinen genre (Tokyo ghoul, The Promised Neverland and Berserk is what came to mind for me).

It’s just frustrating to see one of the best written characters in the story get completely undermined by the anime studio. Not even the anime studio, more so the directors most likely. There’s still plenty of anime only watchers that like bakugo but most of the time it’s cuz he’s “strong, loud, and tough,” not because of his actual development as a character because the anime doesn’t show his development well. Which it’s fine for the studio to continue to cater to the side of the audience that only cares about his brawn but I feel like there’s ways to do that without going backwards in his character development. But they just kinda keep doing it and it’s gonna make the more obvious parts of his development not make sense and considering how many more people watch the anime over reading the manga, mha in general might come across as poorly written and that generalization is gonna fall onto hori by the number of fans that only watch the anime.

Luckily though hori only really cares about his Japanese audience and I think a majority of fans there keep up with mha manga as much as they do the anime thanks to shonenjump so I’m not really worried. I’m just slightly frustrated and a little disappointed by how they’re handling his character so far this season (mainly cuz I know my irl friends are gonna talk mad shit about how much they hate him and I can’t say anything cuz manga spoilers) but at the end of the day I have no control of what the anime studio decides to do. If they fuck up, they fuck up and in Japan that’s gonna reflect more on them than it’ll reflect on hori so🤷🏽‍♀️

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakudeku #ask puff #puff answer’s #bnha season 6 #tbh I just hope horis manga promotion worked

[taestefully-in-luv]

i’m gonna start this w an apology in advance if this is weird to you, i truly don’t mean to gross you out or offend you so i apologize if i do at all. you can dm me and curse me out and i’ll accept it as i should. however, i must inform you that i have never had such an urgency to need to grab someone’s face and give them the biggest most passionate emotion filled make out they have ever received. ever. respectfully. because of something i’ve read from them. i mean maybe might have?, but it never registered as the definite course of action till now, with you.

i’m not gonna say too much cause ik once i start i’ll never stop but i just read the latest chapter of our time and holy shit. you know how some people say they wish they can identify when they’re having a core memory that’s super important or iconic to them? that is literally happening to me AS i am reading this series. like i just know i’m gonna look back and think ‘omg remember when user @taestefully-in-luv made that one life altering series that had me hooked by every word? yea was AN ERA’ I JUST KNOW ITLL BE LIKE THAT. LIKE I CAN ALREADY TELL.

honestly though, i’m reading this going through all the five or whatever number stages of grief, and also my stomach has apparently started to attend gymnastics classes. i swear when mc gets flashes of memories suddenly my vision is cloudy and my eyebrows are worrying themselves. also the last twist??! like i knew for sure that mc and jk probably hooked up or maybe even dated but i had a strong intuition that they had some sort of fight/split or a falling out seeing that she has her own house and jk has his, and the fact that he was surprised she knew abt a nickname that she was expecting would stick or even when he didn’t think she’d still have that one shirt. NEVERTHELESS, in no way AT ALL was i expecting that.. like i just don’t get it. it’s the fact that you’re writing PURE GOLD and putting it on this app for free. like for free?! are u kidding?

yea anyways that’s all for now i don’t wanna write too much, but seriously what you’re doing is amazing and the mere ground/flooring/whatever you may walk on needs to be praised. oh and please remember to not overwork or overwhelm or over stress yourself while you continue writing this series. please do take breaks whenever you feel like you need them because that’s extremely important and way more important than any of us people on the internet just wanting to read what you put out. ik writing can be extremely draining especially a series so detail based like this, so please take it easy. YOU ALWAYS COME FIRST.

i said i wasn’t gonna write a lot, and i still managed to do just that.. anyways bye and you’ll def hear from me again when the happenings of this series shake me to my core again and i have to come rushing to this poor ask box to scream abt how i’m feeling.

#submission

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

slight tw bc I’m not sure if this is a trigger topic or not//

do you by chance,, write for the silver eyes vers of Dave?? Just asking teehee

I can try! Only the first book version though, bc that's the only one that I've read to completion, other than the Fazbear Fright's stories that I'm still working on.

Soul Security

-(Dave Miller x reader)-

-(Summary: reader helps Dave cool the hell down)-

-(CW: mentions of c@tc@ll!ng, physical fighting)-

-(Hehe, this is changed a lot from the canon bc them working in an abondonded mall doesn't fit my dumb little plot so yea, they work at one of the pizzerias instead)-

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

Your co-worker Dave was, weird, to say the least. He was very unsocial, held full conversations with himself often, and treated the animatronics at your job like his own children. Literally. No one else was allowed to upgrade them, repair them, clean them, ect. He verbally assaulted anyone who did.

And he talked to them too. As if they were real people.

He was weird. But, he was also your friend. He was poised, composed, and collected when he wanted to be. He also stuck up for you, mostly because you didn't like to argue with people at your job, or in other aspects of your life.

You also found yourself admiring his dark hair, pale skin, and grey eyes in a less than platonic way. His dumb jokes and sarcastic wit always made you smile, and he made up silly song and dance musical numbers whenever you were feeling down.

Did you really have a crush on the "office" weirdo? Sure. How bad could it be?

Very bad, apparently, because all hell broke loose when you had stepped into work this morning.

You had just stepped into your workplace, literally just walked in the doors of the pizzeria, when Hannah, the only teenager working in the establishment, ran up to you.

"Dave punched someone!"

Oh fuck.

"What?"

"Dave. Punched. Someone." Hannah annunciated every word. "He's extremely pissed. I mean, the guy he's fighting did try to catcall me and all."

"He tried to what? Hannah, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dave jumped his ass the moment he heard it, but that was like, 10 minutes ago, and I can't get them to stop fighting. I don't know what to do, and Mr. Philips isn't here either."

You didn't really wanna have to call your manager on your closest work friend because he protected a teen from harassment, but you would do just that if you absolutely had to. Still, you would try to work this all out before you called Mr. Philips.

You walked into the main party room to find yelling and punches being thrown, just the way you had imagined when Hannah had told you about the fight.

"Dave, what the fuck?"

You clutched onto his shoulder as tightly as you could, the man's family watching as Dave continued to pummel his ass. Some looked on in horror, others looked at him as if he had deserved it. Which he had, but all of this was going to be bad on Dave's end of the stick.

"Fucking, let go of you, ass. Come on, you've done a number on him, let's cool the fuck down."

You tanked his shirt with you, forcing a stumbling Dave to follow after you. The man lay on the ground groaning as Hannah walked around him, tending to the wants of the party guests.

Stepping outside, you let the cool autumn air blow gently against your skin. You took a moment to let everything sink in before you remembered why you were here.

"What the fuck was that about, man?"

Dave shrugged.

"Fucking ass tried to make a move on a 16-year-old, you really think I was gonna let him get away with that shit?"

You sighed heavily.

"Ok, yeah sure, he made the most move ever, but that doesn't mean you can assault him to near unconsciousness, Dave. What happens if you lose your job? Or if you get arrested? What happens then?"

"Whatever happens happens. At least I know that I protected Hannah, at least for the time being."

You stared at him for a moment, utter bewilderment filling your face.

"You will always have the best reason to be an asshole to people, won't you? In all the time that I've known you, every person you've ever dicked around with has deserved it."

A slight smile graced his face, and he huffed out a small chuckle.

"That's kinda what I do. Security guards are supposed to protect more than just property, right? I can't let customers walk all over my co-workers, I'd never be invited to Christmas parties again in my life."

As you inspected his bloody hand, you laughed.

"Wow, and here I was thinking you cared about us all."

The teasing manner didn't throw off your banter, as you continued to inspect Dave's slightly injured fist.

"Didn't say I just tolerated all of you. You're my friend and Hannah recently asked if I'd go to her graduation. Once she graduates, that is."

"So, you're like her fill-in dad? And I'm, what? Your friend with unrequited feelings?"

You slapped a hand over your mouth as soon as you said it, realizing all too late that you had accidentally confessed your stupid feelings at such a bad time.

He just raised an eyebrow at you.

"Who says your feelings are unrequited, Doll?"

His face leaned closer to yours, your eyes closing as the weight of his hands met the side of your neck in a gently manner.

You pressed your lips to his hesitantly, letting him take the lead with deepening it slowly. Eventually, the two of you broke apart, and just continued to stare into each other's eyes.

The moment was ruined by the back door slamming.

"Dave. My office. Now."

Mr. Philips glared down at the dark-haired man sitting beside you.

He glanced back to you for a moment.

"I'll take that as my cue to leave."

It would be a miracle if Dave managed to keep his job.

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(this is shit and I now hate it, but whatever, I'm not re-writing it. If you want me to write it a different way, though, be happy to ask for another scenario and I will totally do it!!!)

#william afton #dave miller #william afton x reader #dave miller x reader #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfiction

[qtsickchiq]

FAVOURITE CRIME

with Rindou Haitani

You swirl the strawberry flavoured lollipop in your mouth as you stares unimpressed on the fight that is happening in front of you. You let out a sigh, getting bored already when suddenly there’s a man coming forward you trying to hit you in the face but another hand quickly come and pulls you aside.

“Y/n, I told you to not come here!” Rindou yells as he kicks the man earlier in the stomach making the man stumbles backward and lands straight on the hard concrete. You froze for a second, heart pounding furiously in your chest. Ran watches you both amusingly.

“Are you okay?” Ran asked, his lips slowly curving up into a smile as he keeps his metal rode back to its place and walks toward both of you.

“Yes, I’m fine. Anyway are you guys done yet? I’m hungry.” You huff your cheeks and lips forming a pout. A scowl appeared on Rindou’s face as he watches you.

“Hey, I said don’t follow us anymore right?”

You scoff, “Yea, yea whatever Rin, I can do whatever I want.”

Ran arched a brown in amusement and let out chuckles as he watches the conversation going on between his brother and you. “Yeah, we’re done over here. What would you like for dinner y/n?” Ran continues as he leads the way to their motorcycles.

Rindou hops on his own bike, “Katsudon!” You cheer out loudly as you also hop on his bike with no hesitation and hugging him from behind tightly making him to turn his head around to face you with a frown on his face.

“Hey, why are you riding with me, go with Ran.”

“No, I like you, I want to be with you always” You giggles only making Rindou rolled his eyes with your playful behaviour. He looked back to the front, hiding the light shade of pink tinted on both his cheeks. A loud laugh erupted from the older Haitani brother before he rode away on his own bike with Rindou following him from behind.

Yes, it’s true. It has been months of you sticking with them since the day they both randomly save you from a creepy man at the train station. From that day onward, the younger brother of the Haitani, has catch your heart making you fall over heels to him. You love spending your time with them even when you know that they are indeed the dangerous pairs that are well known in the Roppongi. As for Rindou, he starts admiring you the moment he laid his eyes on you, you’re really beautiful to him but surely, he would deny his feeling towards you.

Until the day after the Kantou incident which is resulting the Tenjiku’s executives arrestment. You are surprised when you heard about the news. You knew something would happen in that fight but this exceeds your expectations. Nevertheless, you still make time to visit the Haitani brothers at the Juvenile Centre.  

“What have you done?” You asked with a serious tone looking at Rindou.

Rindou has his usual bored expression on his face. “It’s none of your business y/n.”

“I was worried…” You mumbled under your breath, gaze trailing down to the man in front of you.

He gave you a half-hearted glare. “I told you it’s none of your business and you can stop following us already.”

“Are you stupid? I like you. I like you so bad that it’s hurting me for not being able to see you.” You wail as the tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t see you the same way. Just stop coming here again.”

You huff, “I don’t fucking care, Rindou. I’ll wait for you.” Your teary eyes stare up to him.

“I said stop bothering me again.” He slammed both of his hands on the table making you flinch. He gets up and leaves you alone there.  

And ever since that day, you are not able to see him as he keeps on avoiding you whenever you come to visit him. Instead, you start writing letters by letters to him. Rindou only read those letters and not bothering himself to reply your letters not even once.

It has been four months and you never stop sending him letters updating him on every details of your life, talking about the things you’re planning to do when both of them are finally out.

“Hello there! How are you guys doing? I’m feeling a bit sad today because I miss you so much :(. Anyway, there’s this new bakery near to my house that just open yesterday! They sells your favourite bread there, let’s go there together when you are out okay? P/s: I love you!”

You will write to him frequently. Ran lets out an amused chuckle reading all the letters from you, “She’s a nice girl aight?” Sighing, Rindou runs his fingers through his hair as he ignores his brother.  

Until one day, there is no more letters coming from you. Rindou waited and waited until a month has passed and there is still no letter from you. It’s like you suddenly disappeared. “Maybe she had enough of waiting for your dumb ass” Ran let out his thought to his anxious little brother. A frown appeared on Rindou’s face.

Few weeks before their release day and there’s still no single update from you. Rindou has decided to write you a letter informing you about their release day hoping that you’ll be there to greet them. But sadly, even on the day of their release, you are not there.

He has tried contacting you only to be greeted by your voicemails over and over again. He spammed your number nonstop days by days. He also tried visiting your house and school frequently but he just couldn’t see you anywhere. It’s like you just suddenly disappeared? He still waits for you.  

One day, he received a letter from an unknown address. But, he can recognise you handwriting so he hurriedly open the letter.

“Hi Rindou, I have read your letters. I’m so glad that both of you are finally out now. I wish I can meet you guys, I miss both of you so much especially you.” Rindou can feel the tears in his eyes as he keep on reading the content inside the letter. Damn, he can hear your cheerful voice through your writing. He misses you too, he misses you so bad.

His grips on the letter tighten, “I’m so sorry for not being able to visit you guys anymore. Last two months, I got involved in an accident and I was almost paralyzed as the impact from the accident. It’s making it harder for me to walk. Oh and please don’t worry (even though I know you’re not hehe).I was doing just fine now. See I can write you a letter again even though my handwriting is bad now.” He let out chuckles reading the last sentence. He can imagine the playful smirk on your face writing this.

“I have also decided to not meet you guys anymore considering my current condition. I mean I did bother you guys enough before. Let’s not meet up again yea? I’m very sorry if you think I’m annoying before because I didn’t mean it. And more thing, all the things I did before just so I could call you mine. And the things you did, well I hope I was your favourite crime hehe. Well then goodbye :).”

“P/s: Please don’t look for me anymore.”

Tears running down on his cheeks as he is still holding your letters rereading everything over and over again. What the hell? You decided to cut off everything with him?

Ran walks through the hallway looking for his brother “Hey Rindou, do you see any-” His sentence is being cut off when he looks at his little brother kneeling on the floor crying while reading a random letter. He snatches the letter away from Rindou’s hand and read it.

“Do you want to see her?”

Rindou place his palm on his forehead. “She said to not look for her anymore.”

“I asked you, do you want to see her?”

“Of course I do, fuck I miss her.”

Ran gives his brother a wide smile “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

You are giggling as you are watching the children in front of you playing with bubbles. You are sitting on a wheelchair looking straight into the beautiful scenery at the park in the hospital you are staying at the moment. You rest your chin in your palm smiling all by yourself. It’s better this way.

“Y/n” You turn your head fast to the voice that you have been missing so much the past months. Your eyes fall to the tall man that is standing behind you with his brother.

“Rindou?” You tried standing from your wheelchair but you can feel both your legs are losing the balance and making you almost bump your head to the ground “EEEP!!” you yelped getting ready to feel the impact as you shut both of your eyes. Instead you feel a hand grabbing your waist gently. You opened your eyes just to face the lazy eyes man. He’s holding you tightly in both of his arms with you sitting in between his legs. You both are staring at each other.

“What the hell are you doing now?”

“Ah Rindou, Ran! What are both of you doing here?” Ran waves his hands to you with a smile on his face before leaving you both alone to give some space.

A scowl appeared on Rindou’s face, “To visit your dumb ass duh”

“But- but I told you to not come looking for me” You mumbled under your breath.

“I can do whatever I want” He replied sarcastically.

You can feel the tears in your eyes “I’m so pitiful now. I don’t want to see you in this shape. I’ll just be a bother to you”

He startled, “Now what the fuck are you saying now? Who said you’re a bother?”

“You did before.”

He slammed his hand on his forehead remembering his word. “I’m sorry. Look, I miss you.”

You glance at him with a surprise look. He leans his forehead to yours. “I won’t let you go again. Don’t you ever dare think of leaving me again.” He smiles as one of his arm trailing down to wrap around your waist to bring you closer to him. The other hand of his is gently brushing your cheek. “I too, want to stay by your sides forever. You’re indeed my favourite crime.”

yours truly @qtsickchiq​

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokyo manji revengers #rindou headcanon #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revenger x reader #haitani brothers

[authornina]

Blast from the Past: Dem & Erie

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Dem poured apple puffs on the girls’ trays. He had Poppy, Damaris, Savannah and Dayonna set up for snack time. Sav just talked his damn ear off about Chi while he did all the work. Fatherhood came easy for Dem and he embraced it with open arms. He would have everybody’s kids at one time and would still be chilling. They miraculously didn’t act up with him.

“Look at them.” 

“I know, we got lil models bro,” Sav smiled watching the girls tear up their snacks.

“Definitely, I can tell Poppy gon’ be more than her looks. One of them I’m beautiful but don’t get it fucked up girls. She so pretty and quiet. Like me,” Dem smiled at his baby.

“Yea, we gotta make sure they all stuck up and don’t fuck with none of these lame ass niggas.” 

“I swear if they get boyfriends I really might go on a killin’ spree. I do not want them to be at the other end of this shit. You start to think about shit when you got daughters. I feel a lil bad about how I did a few hoes.” 

“Then I guess you should treat the hoes better for better karma. I married my hoe and made her rich so I’m good with the universe I think.” 

“I don’t want nothing to come back on my babies.” Dem put his hands on his head in real fear that his ways with women would double back to his daughters in the spirit of whatever nigga decided to take interest in one of his girls. “Daddy was a savage, I’m sorry.” 

Sav watched Savannah eat her snack with one hand. Her arm was still healing from the break. She somehow crawled towards the stairs and fell on Anne’s watch. The fall out from that was hell. This was the first time Chi let him take her out of the house since she’d been released from the hospital. 

“Don’t sweat that shit, bro,” Dem said, reading his brother’s mind. “She gon’ be fine and got nothing but straight goons behind her. Y’all gotta just let shit be what it is, stop trying to make her normal when ain’t shit wrong with being different…I know that better than anybody.”

“So Damaris a goon?” Sav asked, looking at the sweetest of the four. She was humming and smiling while acting like her snacks were talking to one another. 

“Hell yea, watch this…Damaris,” Dem called her and she looked up beaming at her daddy. “Somebody,” he tapped his hand. “Hit Poppy.”

“Poppy?” her smiled disappeared and a mean scowl replaced it. Her name was about the only thing she’d say so clearly. “POPPY!” Damaris screamed, trying to get up. She scared the hell out of her sister and cousins. Dem was hollering and Sav watched shocked. He never saw his niece not be happy before. 

“It’s okay baby,” Dem rubbed her back, sitting her down in the chair correctly. “Daddy got them already.”  

“Poppy…” Damaris reached for her sister and Poppy held her hand. She calmed down going right back to smiling.

“My baby will fuck some lil bitch up on behalf of her sisters or cousins. Don’t let that sweet shit fool you nigga, them my kids.”  

“Fuck you sayin’? I bet she can’t beat Day.” 

“How much you wanna bet?” 

“Y’ALL NOT ABOUT TO MAKE THEM KIDS FIGHT! DON’T MAKE ME FUCK YOU UP DEM!” Haze shouted from nowhere.

“She be everywhere with her nosey ass.” 

“I think you fallin’ in love nigga.” 

“Picture that,” Dem scoffed. “Ion even speak that language.” 

“Don’t you love me?” Sav asked being dead serious.

“Absolutely,” Dem answered genuinely.

“Then why you can’t love a bitch?” 

“Bitch love and brother love different.” 

“If you do get a girlfriend, you better love me more than her, nigga.” 

“No doubt,” Dem said, dapping his brother up. The crazy part was they were not joking at all. 

After they did Daddy Daughter time, Sav and Dem met up with Roddy. They made a surprise visit at Daly’s house and now Dem knew exactly why his brother was talking all that girlfriend love shit. It also gave him a clue as to who the unknown number calling his phone numerous times had been.

“It’s not even this serious.” Dem stood outside in the hallway with a smirk on his face. Roddy and Sav walked in the house cracking up. 

“Damn, I can’t even say hi to him?” Erie laughed trying to stop and see Dem, but Daly was pushing her forward while Lake stood in front of him. Anytime they ended up in the same space somehow, his brother and Daly acted like the secret service. He didn’t even know she was back in town.

When Dem said he fucked with a girl the long way then she turned crazy, he meant one of Daly’s little sisters. They stopped seeing each other five years ago not long before Dem went into treatment for his suicide attempt. Last he saw her, she still had braces and a was teeny tiny thing. From the looks of the woman being shoved to the elevator, Erie was anything but that now. 

“Bye Erie!” Daly pushed his little sister forward and she was cracking up.

“Come on big bro—” 

“Bye!” Daly was not having this with them. His sister and Dem had their time long ago, but they were forbidden fruit to each other now. He didn���t need a repeat of the same shit. If they wanted to be together, they should’ve did it right the first time he gave them permission.

“You lookin’ good as fuck Erie!” Dem yelled to make Daly mad. 

“Thank you! Call me baby!” 

“See, now…” Daly was about to fuck Dem up. 

“Chill,” Lake laughed pushing his friend back. “They know better, calm down, go take her to the car man.” He pulled Dem inside and closed the door. “Why you fuckin’ with him like that?” 

“I’m only playin’. Ion understand why y’all gotta do all that in the first place. I won’t fuck with her again. When I’m done with somebody, I be done.” 

“Right…” Lake said, not believing his ass. Dem double backed with Erie plenty of times.

“When you ever know me to lie? Too many years passed. Ion know her anymore.” 

Dem had a first love before that he never talked about and unfortunately it was with a girl he could never have again. Daly’s issue wasn’t even about the way they got together, Dem asked for permission in his own way, it was how their relationship operated that became a problem. They were no good for each other and did not belong together. Daly witnessed his sister act a damn fool over Dem.

“I’ma fuck you up, Dem,” Daly slammed the door. “Start up with my sister again and see what happen!” 

“Fuck I do? I like how y’all act like it was all me and shit.”

“Oh trust me, Erie know wassup. Both y’all on my radar now.” 

Dem tossed his head back in annoyance, not wanting to deal with this nigga. Only if you really knew Daly would you figure out just how much he either could be the coolest nigga or the monstrous monster. Dem looked at him the same as Lake and he wouldn’t disrespect his oldest brother and the same regard was extended to Daly. 

“Man, I am not fuckin’ with your crazy ass sister no more. You should’ve told me her ass was back cause I would not have come the hell over here. She a problem I do not need.” 

“Erie lucky I’m married now,” Sav said. “I would’ve fought you over her, Daly.” 

“Shut the fuck up nigga.” 

Dem tuned them out as he thought back on the only girl he gave more chances than one. Erie was his test on relationships, and it set the tone on how he viewed things after that.

“Get out, Erie, I’m not playin’. Something the fuck wrong witchu. Out of respect for your brother, I’m trying not to put my hands on you.” 

“Fuck you, nigga! What bitch was you fuckin’?” 

“Oh my God! I ain’t have no bitch up in here. You fuckin’ crazy!” 

Lake thought Dem was constantly coming back home because he needed to be close, which wasn’t entirely false, but Erie basically moved in his house, without his permission and Dem needed space from her ass. He ultimately dealt with her though because in all his crazy, she dealt with him too. Erie got every piece of him like his brothers did and she never ran but the psycho shit she came along with was too much.

“No YOU crazy if you think I’ma about to let you play with me nigga! This what you wanna do bitch!? I gave you everything!” 

“And I haven’t done shit,” Dem pleaded with her. He never gave a fuck about a girl’s feelings until it came to her. She matched his entire energy, his everything. There was no girl that could keep up with him like her. “I swear, baby, you been only.” 

Dem was Erie’s first, so she took him extremely personal. Had he known this was how she’d end up acting, he would’ve never did it or at least waited until she fucked a little. 

“You fuckin’ lying, tell me now or swear to God,” she sobbed. “I’m really gonna kill you in this muthafucka!”

“I can’t take this shit, dawg. You too much! I got enough unstable ass shit of my own to deal with and you adding to my stress! Look what the fuck you did to my house!” 

Erie completely destroyed everything from his bedroom to the kitchen. When she found some panties under his bed, it was over. He told her Sav was there with a girl, but Erie was no fool. Dem didn’t let random hoes know where he rested his head. 

“I’m adding to your stress? You know what? Fuck you! You gonna miss me when I’m gone!” Erie started looking around for her stuff in all the clutter. “Don’t call me no more either!” 

“I won’t,” Dem replied, and he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. Erie threw her bag down and started fucking him up. She was lucky that Daly was her brother because he wanted to beat her ass so bad. “Ah, bitch, you pullin’ my fuckin’ hair!” 

“Watch I rip this shit out!” Erie was on his back trying to dislocate Dem’s head from his shoulders. “You wanna cheat on me!” 

“Erie, get the fuck off me!” Dem didn’t mean to slam her the way he did. He was about to apologize but she got right back up like it never happened and started throwing anything she could get her hands on. She chased him through the whole damn house until he locked himself in the bathroom.

“Aye my nigga! Come get your fuckin’ sister! I’m trying not to kill her ass!” he had no other choice but to call Daly because he was ready to start fighting Erie back. She was banging on the door and hitting it with stuff for a good twenty minutes before he heard Daly and Lake. 

“Let’s go, Erieon,” Daly called his sister by her whole name. “Right now, before I whoop your lil ass! Up in here actin’ like you ain’t got no damn sense!”

“Dem,” Lake knocked on the door. He couldn’t believe a girl had his brother locked in the bathroom. They were only eighteen and nineteen, so he wasn’t expecting any more maturity from them than this, but Dem was never the hide from a girl type. “Come out nigga.”

“Naw, grab her ass and get the fuck out.”

“You can’t even face me because you know you a lying ass pussy!” Erie continued on cursing him out not caring about her brother or Lake. “I promise this the last time you will ever see me Dem! I fuckin’ hate you!” 

“I hate you too!” 

“Oh you do?! Come out and say that shit to my face nigga!” 

“Erie cut it the fuck out and come on! Do it look like I got time for this shit?! I’m sick of y’all! And it’s mostly your crazy ass!” 

Daly was tired of coming to break up their domestic fights. This was every single time and he couldn’t even say it was Dem. His sister fell in love way too deep. He witnessed her in action with his own eyes. Dem could breathe wrong and Erie was on his ass. Daly raised them like niggas, so although they looked harmless, they were fighters, shooters and didn’t let nothing slide.

“But he’s cheating on me! Nobody care about my feelings!” 

“No the fuck I’m not!” Dem defended himself on the other side of the wall. “Just get her the fuck out my crib!” 

“Well you should’ve been because I was cheating on you this whole time! Remember Julian? I told you nothing happened? I lied!”

Silence. Daly looked at his sister and even he knew she crossed the line. That statement never went over well with no man. 

“Why the fuck would you say that? You think all this cute?” Daly scolded her. “Wait till we get home, I’ma fuck you up.”

The bathroom door slammed open and Dem had the look of death. 

“You was fuckin’ that nigga?” 

“Oh now you care?” 

“I don’t,” Dem lied. He pulled a gun from nowhere ready to kill her ass. “But maybe God will.”

“You think you the only one that can pick up a gun?” Erie’s strong ass flipped Dem’s mattress over revealing an arsenal of weapons. She picked one up, cocked it, ready for whatever. Daly and Lake looked at one another officially through with them.

“Give me this shit!” Daly struggled to disarm his baby sister. 

Lake was really tussling with Dem to take the gun. He obviously thought Erie’s attempt at making him mad was real because he was ready to kill her ass. 

“Dem, chill!” 

“Bitch, you was fuckin’ somebody else?!” 

“Yes the fuck I was and he was ten times better than you!” Erie continued her lies. “He wasn’t afraid of my love!” 

Dem said fuck it, dropping the gun and the moment Lake let him go, he hopped, skipped and jumped towards Erie. 

“Dem!” Sav shouted, snapping him out of his jog down memory lane. “Nigga, is you good?” 

“Yea, I zoned out for a minute.” 

“Thinkin’ about Erie nutty ass,” Roddy laughed. 

“I really wasn’t, Daly you ain’t got shit to worry bout cause you know your sister is crazy as fuck and I don’t need no more of that in my life right now.” 

“Mhm…we’ll see nigga.” Daly was not convinced.

#on us #authornina #nina

[maria-akira]

good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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READ PART 2 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

read 2:29 pm

Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

read 2:32 pm

Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

read 2:40 pm

Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

#michael langdon imagines #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs x reader #american horror story #ahs #ahs 8 #ahs 9 #ahs smut #cody fern imagines #cody fern x reader #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #michael langdon smut #duncan shepherd smut #american horror story 9 #xavier plympton imagines #ahs apocalypse #ahs imagines

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Untitled TFATWS Fic: Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt/Background: After turning yourself in to the government following the events of CA:TWS, they lock you up for the crimes you committed during your time at Hydra. Spending years there until Captain America got you on parole during the blip to help fight Thanos. Now, after doing community service acts and helping the broken society, when they give the new Captain America the shield, you’re thrown back into a life you didn’t want.

Word Count: 1871 (ahaha, yea)

Reader: Female

Warning: parole officers might be triggering??? idk

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to end my 141 part Wattpad Sebastian Stan imagine book and post on Tumblr instead :’), a happy day. Also, I’M SORRY THAT I LIKE SLOW BURN SERIES OK? Schedule for this series is every Thursday. ALSO IF YOU HAVE TITLE IDEAS FOR THIS SERIES, LMK! PLEASE

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The sound of your heels echoed throughout the dimly lit room as you make your way through the exhibit. The walls take you back in time, reading how Captain America came to be and all his past accomplishments. They even updated from the last time you were here, documenting the events on the Blip.

You didn’t even know where you were going, absently letting your emotions and feet lead to where it felt you needed to be.

“For a former spy, you’re not really good at sneaking up on someone.” Rhodes’ voice greets you once you open up the curtain to a different area. A small smile sneaks its way across your face seeing the two men in front of you.

“Bit out of practice.” You spit back, walking towards them. “It’s nice to see you again, Rhodie.” You open your arms out to him and he gladly takes the hug. “Hopefully life’s been treatin’ you well.”

“For the most part,” He chuckles out while pulling away from the embrace. You move on to the other man, him happily wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.

Sam lets out a breath into the crook of your neck before pulling back. “You doing okay?” You ask, looking at his face for any sign of emotion. He nods but there was something in his eye that told otherwise.

You open your mouth to push him for the real answer but Rhodes cuts you off, “Well, I have to get going. It was good seeing you, (Y/L/N), hopefully, we work together soon. Remember what I said, Sam.” With that, he leaves the room to leave you and Sam alone.

The room fills with silence as the two of you turn to the iconic suit and shield in front of you. You try to watch Sam from the corner of your eye but he just stands with his back straight and his eyes forward.

“You know, I’m sure Steve would understand.” You decide to say, clasping your hands in front of you. “I didn’t become as close as you did, but from my time with him during the Blip, he tried his best to help everyone. He had a lot of responsibilities and issues of his own along with having a whole country looking up to him... 

“It was a lot… he opened to me about it one night before… you know.” You admit which makes him finally look at you. “He told me what he was going to do and all I could do is support him… I asked him what he was going to do with the mantle and he said give it to you.” Turning your head, you make eye contact with him. “I asked him if he was sure.”

He lets out a snort at that, shaking his head at you. “Really gotta do me like that?” He wipes his hand across his face then stuffs his hand in his pockets as he turns to face you. “I thought we were having a nice bonding moment and then you had to drop me like that?”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his whining. “I’m being serious, Sam, stop.” You hit him on the shoulder. “He said there was no doubt in his mind that you do what needed to be done with the shield. He trusted you and your judgment, Falcon.” You emphasize his hero name which he just rolls his eyes at you.

“Yea, I’m sure he did.” He smiles and then changes the subject, “How’s parole treatin’ ya, still got the collar on?” He gestures to your ankle causing you to lift your dress pant leg, flashing the electric bracelet around your ankle. He lets out a hearty chuckle at it. “Still can’t believe that they have you on a leash.”

“Price you gotta pay for freedom.” You shrug and drop the cloth. There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, both of you taking a glance back at the exhibit and the shield.

“Have you talked with Bucky recently?”

“No, I was going to ask you.” Your heart sinks at the realization. “We’ve been texting a bit but I haven’t seen him since I spent the weekend with him a couple of weeks ago.” You shyly admit and look down at your feet.

“Weekend, huh?”

“Shut it, Sam.” You knock your foot against his. “We didn’t do anything, he doesn’t like me like that. Plus, he wouldn’t even let me spend the night. I had to go to a hotel, he sleeps on the floor, Sam! I’m worried about him.” It took weeks for you to convince him to let you come over and you finally knew why when you step into his apartment. It made your heart sink, it looked like if a Hydra cell got a remodel. “He has two chairs and a tv.”

“Living modestly I see.” He snorts out, covering up whatever he was actually thinking. It’s now your turn to roll your eyes at him, frustrated that he isn’t willing to talk about this. “Hey, he’s still figuring stuff out, okay? He just got all his memories back and he’s still working on living with his past. You should know better than I do to give him time.” His tone is soft as he lightly scolds you. You hang your head at his words, knowing he’s right.

It took some time for you to come to terms with your past when you turned yourself in after Hydra and SHIELD fell. You took accountability for your actions during your years at Hydra and spent a few years in jail before Steve took action to help you get on parole. That didn’t mean you weren’t fully recovered.

“When are you joining me on the field, anyway?” Sam changes the topic noticing how you went silent and your eyes looked past him. “I could use you on some of my recon missions.” 

A large smile forms on your face at the mention of your parole. “A couple more check-ins and I’m good, I think.” You excitedly inform, “They actually want to talk to me about something, and then it’s the last three months. Saving the world made my good behavior skyrocket.”

“I’m sure it did.” He smiles, “Well, let me know what happens. I’m heading down to Louisiana soon and my sisters want to meet you. She heard about your work with the soup kitchens in New York and she wanted some insight.”

“Really? Give her my number, you know I’d be happy to talk with her. I’ve been thinking about trying to get my officer to convince the big guys to expand my tracking radar so I reach out more.” You start to ramble about the ideas you’ve been having for more community service actions. During the blip, Steve got you into volunteer work and it sparked something inside of you. He said it might give you a new purpose and he couldn’t have been more right.

The two of you spend the rest of the day together, catching up on everything that’s been going on. You didn’t realize how much you missed his snarky comments and banter until he smothered you in it, “making up for lost time”, he said. He continues the bullying by texting back and forth for the next few days.

It was nice to have a friend after everything that happened over the last few years. Steve and Nat were gone so the friendships you built up during the blip were just a memory now. Yea, Bucky and you were friends but it was a bit more complicated than that.

It’s a few weeks after that and they’ve already named some prick the new Captain America. You were frustrated at Sam but you realized that he couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. Especially since when you reached out to him and he was more furious than you were. Bucky was a whole other story. When the press conference aired, he immediately called you and went off about Sam. You couldn’t offer answers so you just told him to talk to him about it. This didn’t involve you.

Now, you were sat at some random government office in DC. You were beyond nervous, leg bouncing and fingers tapping. Kevin, your sweet parole officer, had called you in for an emergency meeting. He didn’t mention anything about the content of it but he assured you not to worry. It didn’t help, though, your mind was scrambling trying to think of anything you could’ve done to break your parole or anywhere you could’ve gone that went outside your tracking radar.

“(Y/L/N)?” The familiar voice echoes through the lobby makes your head snap up. Kevin, your knight in a cashmere sweater, stands there with his hands in his pants pockets. He nods his head, gesturing for you to follow him.

He leads you down a long hallway, stopping at the end of it and holding the door open for you. You send him a grateful smile before entering the office. It was very different from his usual office. The tall windows lined the wall from floor to ceiling, making the already large room feel even more spacious. It was a bit unsettling compared to his close-knit office space located in an old house on the outskirts of DC.

Kevin moves you two to the large conference table on the other side of the room, having you sit before he does. He takes the chair at the head of the table, sighing as he opens the folder and takes a few papers out.

“Sign these.” He slides them over to you but you furrow your eyebrows in response.

“What’s going on?”

“You’re being released.” He announces, leaning back in his chair with a tight-lipped smile on his face. Your jaw drops and your heart picks up but you can’t help but question it. You quickly compose yourself and look down at the papers.

“Isn’t it a bit too early?” You ask while briefly scanning the papers. “I still have two months left, not that I’m not grateful but where is this coming from?” This was happening too suddenly, Kevin was good with warning you about the activities that go on behind the scenes of your parole and he didn’t even mention the thought of an early release.

The brunette man lets out a sigh, running his hair through his long hair. He then leans his elbows on the table with his head propped up on his palms, he opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the office door opening.

The new Captain America and his sidekick come waltzing in, a few of his goons following as well. He didn’t need the uniform or shield for you to recognize him since his face has been plastered on every channel since they came forward with him. He’s all everyone could talk about.

“He released you.” You barely hear Kevin as your mind goes into spirals. What the hell did this guy want? Why is he even here? What the hell did he want with you?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #avengers imagines #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #tfatws #avengers fanfic #mcu #james buchanan barnes x reader

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Red Eye Chapter 1

Stranger/Businessman!Getou x Fem!Reader

The flight isn't the only thing that's long..

A/N: This is what happens when I'm left alone with my horny thoughts at the airport. Thanks for adding me to the list@nkogneatho / @atsumuscumslut

CW/TW: sexual scenarios & strong language, alcohol consumption & slight intoxication, shameless flirtation, dirty talk, praise kink, exhibitionism, semi-public fingering, orgasm denial

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(telepatia - kali uchis)

Gate B9

You strut down the walkway to your gate. The wheels of your bag click across the tile floor in time with the click of your heels. You have plenty of time before your flight and it's been a long day full of business meetings with people that make you want to beat your head against the table. It's about time for a drink.

You take a seat at the airport bar and order an overpriced draft. You toe off your heels and wish you could take off these stockings as well. The bar faces the center walkway and is conveniently located across from your gate. You sip your beer and hope it’ll water down your stress levels. You pop your headphones in and zone out, judging people you'll never know as they walk by.

Tacky matching Hawaiian shirts..

Oh, honey, those pumps are way too high, this isn't a strip club..

Love that dress..hate the hair..

Woah...hold on..

Your eyes linger on a smartly dressed man sitting alone at your gate. He's reading the paper, you can't see his face. His shoes look expensive, so does his watch. Half of his long dark hair is pulled back into a bun that suits him very well. The man knows how to dress. You lean back in your chair and take a long drink, still appraising him. He folds the paper together to turn the page, revealing his profile. You smirk and hum to yourself.

Mhm..yea..he's hot. Very hot. Tall dark and so fucking handsome. Totally your type. He's got a face you'd like to see between your-

Oh, he's looking..

You look away in reflex, tipping more beer into your mouth. After pretending to check your phone, you glance back over.

He's still looking at you. His lips pull into the slightest smirk.

Oh..alright then

You knock back the rest of the pint and cross your legs, choosing to hold his eye contact.

The anonymity of airports tends to bring out your risky side. You may be a frequent flyer, but what are the odds that you'll ever see this particular guy again? You gamble that they're pretty low, so you decide to have some fun with this staring contest and play with this stranger a little.

You lock eyes with him, set down your glass, and reach up to release your bun and let your hair fall down around your shoulders. He slowly tilts his head and squints curiously at you. You smirk and unbutton the top of your blouse You lean back in your chair, threading your fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp.

He's still looking..

You like this game. It makes you feel sexy, holding the attention of a complete stranger like this. His obvious interest is turning you on a little. You roll your head and massage your neck, then trace your fingers down along your collarbone.

He folds his paper up and looks away, then checks his watch.

Damn it..you lost him..

Your bubble of confidence promptly bursts. You sigh and roll your eyes. Game over.

Wait..no.

He's getting up..

Oh shit..

He's coming over.

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(you that I want - divine)

Your heart does an excited little flip and takes a shot of adrenaline as you watch him stride your way. You casually remove your headphones as he pulls out the chair next to you.

"Is this seat taken?"

Damn, he's even more handsome up close. That silky low voice tickles a chill up through your spine.

You maintain composure, flip over the part of your hair and shrug like you couldn't care less.

"All yours.."

He sits beside you and flags down the waitress.

"What are you drinking?"

"Whatever you're drinking.."

You see his eyes flick down to your neckline, then he holds your gaze as he orders.

"Irish whiskey please, straight. Same for her."

The waitress nods and hurries off, leaving you alone with your mysterious new friend. You both look out and watch the passengers walk by. He continues his flirty game of questions.

“Business or pleasure?”

"Business"

"Long day?"

"Is it that obvious?" he nods to your feet.

"No shoes" you huff a giggle. The drinks arrive.

"I like the stockings.." He raises his glass and looks you in the eyes again. You clink and he takes a sip.

"I like the cologne.. " you smirk and bring the glass to your lips. He watches the liquid pour into your mouth between the dark red lipstick. Filthy thoughts flood his mind.

"Single?"

"Free agent.." he raises an eyebrow and offers his hand.

"Suguru Getou" you lay your hand in his and sip your whiskey.

"Y/N L/N" he folds his thumb over your fingers and brings your hand to his lips, pressing them gently on your knuckles. A little blush washes into your cheeks at the chivalrous gesture. He looks up at you as he lifts them from your skin.

“Pretty name..”

Damn, his voice is so sexy.

“Thank you..” you smirk and he rubs his thumb across your knuckles.

“Even prettier smile..”

You roll your eyes and finally take your hand from him.

“Well aren't you charming..” you joke, but it's true. His eyes travel south, taking their time navigating down your body.

“Great legs too..” you sip more whiskey and hum in agreement. This man is smooth with compliments, stroking your ego in all the right ways.

“And this hair..” he leans in and twirls a little bit around his finger. Your senses bristle when he leans even closer and whispers into your ear.

“Don't get me started on those fuck me eyes..” your heart thumps more heat into your cheeks at his bold words. You scoff through your smile and lightly bat him out of your hair.

“Oh behave” he hums and shakes his head, leaning back in to sweep your hair over your shoulder, letting his fingers lightly graze your neck just enough to make your shoulders drop and raise goosebumps on your skin.

“I prefer not to..” He hears the heavy little breath you just let out. You shift in your seat and try to calm your fluster with another sip of whiskey.

He has such an attractive confidence about him, so completely sure of himself. That and the way he's been subtly undressing you with his eyes this whole time has made you incredibly hot and bothered.

He can tell..

He's perceptive. He spotted you the moment you waltzed up to the bar in those seductive little black heels. He was checking you out while you watched those people pass by.

He knows your kind. An underrated pent-up workaholic with a kinky side. You don't take shit from anyone, but you have to work for old wrinkled men who see you as an office decoration.

He can tell you're so much more than that.

You're intelligent, sophisticated, and independent. Being ridiculously sexy is just a cherry on top.

He loves women like you.

He smirks and leans back in his seat glancing at his watch. He downs the rest of his drink before waving two fingers at the waitress for another round.

“One more?”

You throw yours back as well and he is visibly impressed.

“Oh..I like you..”

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You're on whiskey number three, feeling warm and tingly all over. The suggestive banter hasn't let up, pouring fuel over the sexual tension that radiates from your little corner of the bar.

You're not thinking about work anymore.

You're thinking about the size of the carry-on item this man is packing in his trousers. He is the definition of big dick energy.

Meanwhile, he's already come up with about 5 different ways to make you cum on the plane.

“How often do you travel internationally for work?”

“Once or twice a month”

“First class?” you nod into your glass.

“The company takes very good care of me..”

He pauses and raises an eyebrow, swirling the drink around in his glass, thinking about how well he's gonna take care of you on this flight.

“Are you a member of the club?” you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Of course, but this airport doesn't have a member lounge, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting at this bar.” he grins and shakes his head.

“Oh..you are so cute..”

You both hear the PA system chime and announce your flight is about to begin boarding. He signs the air at the waitress for the check.

“I’m not talking about that kinda club, sweetheart..”

Oh..mile high club

Tingling heat drips down between your legs and your pulse flutters. He chuckles, seeing your eyes go wide and your brows jump at the realization.

He pushes out of his seat and collects his briefcase. You stand up quickly and realize just how tipsy you are as you slip back into your heels. You don't notice him move in close by your side until his hand slides across the small of your back. Your breath catches and you freeze as he leans to whisper in your ear. You can hear sex in his voice.

“I'll get you a membership..”

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(hush - the marias)

Oh boy, maybe you shouldn't have had that last drink. Three hours into the flight and you still feel intoxicated, even after having dinner. You recline in your first-class seat and open the air vent all the way. The cool breeze fans the heat off your face, but you're still very hot and turned on by the statement Suguru left you with at the bar.

Your core twists and you sigh as you replay his words in your mind, letting your head roll back into the headrest. You writhe in your seat and close your eyes, kicking off your heels again. The temperature of the pooling heat inside you rises as you imagine him making good on that membership offer. You pet your thighs and consider slipping your fingers between.

"Are you thinking about me?" You flinch and snap out of your lusty headspace.

Well..not really.

The flight attendants have started taking their breaks and most of the other passengers in first class are asleep, so no one noticed him switch seats.

You roll your head over and look at him sitting next to you in the seat that was paid to be empty. He's lost the blazer and tie, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his collar is unbuttoned.

He's just so sexy..

He leans on the armrest and cocks his head, hiding his smirk behind his fist with his chin on his palm.

You raise an eyebrow and give in to this sensual urge.

“What if I was..” he hums and turns to slide the partition closed, separating your seats from the aisle. He's got you all to himself now.

The dim glow of the cabin lights looks good on you. Your pulse quickens as his fingers brush up your thigh over your sheer black stocking. He lifts the hem of your skirt, revealing the pretty lace trim on the stockings and the garter clip holding them up.

His cock stiffens in his trousers. You're so completely his type. Naughty elaborate lingerie is his weakness. Makes him wanna tear your clothes off and find out what the rest of it looks like. He licks his canine at the corner of the smirk that parts his lips.

“I’d ask how wet you are..” His eyes smolder at you in the soft ambient light. You eye fuck him right back and bite your pretty red lip.

You shift in your seat and uncross your legs. He watches you slowly spread your knees apart, fingers helping your skirt ride up even more. His jaw muscles clench and he hooks his finger under the lace, stroking back and forth over your soft skin. You reach over and tug on his collar, looking down at his lips.

“Why don't you check..” he clicks his tongue and lets his hand wander around the curve of your inner thigh and down between.

“You..are..trouble..”

The hushed words fall from his lips one by one as he toys with the edge of your panties. He strokes into the wetness soaking through the fabric, igniting your arousal as if it were a match to be struck. The pressure lights you up and you inhale sharply.

“Hhu..Sugu-”

You hold your tongue and swallow the rest of his name. He chuckles in his throat and relishes the lewd expression he just put on your face. He takes your little display of self-control as a challenge.

You grip the armrest tighter and paw at his shirt as he slides his fingers into your lace panties and dips into the brimming slick between your folds. Your breath comes out hot. He growls into your ear in approval of your dripping wet cunt.

“S’this all for me, hm?”

He rolls your clit in slow circles and hums through his devilish smile. Your mouth drops open as your eyes fall shut.

You nod. It's all for him.

“Huh..ye-yess..”

There's the lusty sigh he wants to hear.

“Such a good girl..getting all wet for me like this..”

He praises your arousal and keeps pushing more pleasure through your clit into your core. You can't help but whimper and hum. It feels so naughty letting him do this to you with other passengers just inches away. He leans in and breaths against your neck.

“D’you want me to make you cum right here in your seat?” he rubs a little harder, a little faster. Your back flexes and your breath catches.

“Mm-hm..” you nod more urgently. He lands a kiss on your neck and you swoon, blood rushing in all directions through your body.

Fuck this is way too hot..

“I wonder how long you can keep quiet..” He glides his fingers down and teases your tight slippery little entrance, then sinks them inside, watching your head tilt back and your brows furrow in pleasure. A quiet breathy moan escapes your parted lips. He nuzzles in and growls more erotic words into your ear.

“Shh..keep it down babe..you don't want them to find out what I'm doing to you..how deep my fingers are inside you..” you bite the next moan into your lip as he licks your neck, then sucks a mark up into the hot skin. It makes you shiver and squirm around his thick fingers. He strokes the knot in your core and your back flexes against the seat again.

“Or do you..”

He pushes in, knuckles deep. You try your best to hush the pretty little sounds he's pulling out of you. He clicks his tongue.

“Maybe you like the attention..want them to hear you moan like that? I bet you do..”

Even if that wasn't true, the digits curling inside you make it impossible for you to hold it together.

“Hu-oh fuck..right..there..don't stop..” you pant out the whispered plea, breath catching on every syllable. He's so damn good at this, it makes eyes water.

“Not until you're shaking sweetheart..” you whimper. His words are lethal. Your core throbs and twists and begs for release.

“You’re gonna cum right here..then I’m gonna fuck you senseless..” He's a man on a mission and it's too fucking sexy.

His eye contact is intense and your heart punches at your ribs.

Then he thumbs your tender needy clit forcing your eyes to the back of your head.

“Uuh! Shhhit..ahh-ooh..right fucking there-yess..” You quiet the panting outburst of desire down to a strained whisper and arch hard in your seat, clutching onto both armrests for dear life.

You go silent and seize up as you peak, toes curling in your stockings, desperate not to scream.

He purrs more filth into your ear, fully solidifying your climax.

“I don't care if they hear you. Fucking cum for me..”

You groan and fall into it, shuddering and writhing as he continues to knead that blissful spot inside you. You hold your breath as he eggs you on further, patronizing you in that silky tone and rubbing into your pulsing clit even more.

“Yes..that’s a good..fucking..girl..I know you like that..does it feel good baby?” you bite down hard into your lip and nod feverishly with tears on your lashes before your eyes cross up and your head falls back. Your whole body convulses, feet pushing into the nearest surface, cunt clenching around his pumping fingers. He watches you fall apart.

You can't hold back anymore.

It's too fucking good.

You release an explicit cry over the droning hum of the aircraft engines and pull in a sharp gasp. Blood flares up into your cheeks and your heart beats wildly, you throw your hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. He grins while you struggle to control the breathy whimpers that follow.

His cock couldn't be any harder. He fucking loves this, making you cum in public, forcing those trembling moans, watching your body flex, feeling your sticky walls contract around his fingers.

He slows down his assault, but he's not stopping.

He won't stop.

He's having too much fun pushing you past your threshold of stimulation. You squirm and tug at his sleeve, eyes begging him to have mercy on your swollen electrified clit. But the slow torturous circling continues.

“You wanna scream so badly, don't you..poor thing..”

You nod again and cry into your palm, pressing your thighs together around his arm but he just won't stop. You jerk and flinch and feel another orgasm clawing its way up into your core. He bites his grin, his eyes gleam with malicious intent. You're such a pretty mess. He knows you'll never forget this. Tears roll from your eyes.

"You wanna cum again?"

Oh God..

You grasp his forearm, nodding frantically.

His fingers tug you to the edge from the inside.

You scrunch your eyes shut and brace for another orgasm.

Then he stops.

"Not yet sweetheart.."

Your eyes fly open and you whimper at the loss of traction. You're so worked up. A needy ache grabs and twists the knot that he retied so quickly inside you.

"Please..please" it isn't like you to be so pathetic and shamelessly horny, begging him for more like this. But you don't care. You're not just drunk off the whiskey anymore. This man is intoxicating all on his own, and if you never get to see him again, you're gonna make the most of him on this plane.

He smirks at your frustrated state and pulls his fingers out of you. He casually licks them and rubs your stocking as you pant. Then he brings them to your lips and you open up willingly, tasting your own arousal. He holds your chin with his other hand and gives you instructions as you lick his knuckles clean.

"Be a good girl..take off your panties..bring them to the bathroom.."

You nod obediently. He pats your flushed cheek and slides the partition open.

"We'll need something to put in your mouth while I'm fucking you.."

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@yelzoldyck

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[drabbles-mc]

First Impressions: Part 2

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Part 1 can be found Here

Warnings: just fluff and a nervous Juice

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Been marinating on the request for a second part for a while now. I love Juice and it’s so hard for me to turn away any kind of request for him lmaooo. Hope you guys enjoy!

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You were getting ready to leave work when your phone vibrated on your desk. You paused, looking down at the number. It wasn’t in your contacts, but you picked it up anyway, having a very singular hope for who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Juan,” he paused for a beat, “From T-M?”

You chuckled, “I remember. I was hoping to hear from you,” you spun slightly from side to side in your desk chair, “Was starting to worry you took off with my car.”

He laughed, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s, uh, it’s good to go, though.”

“Really?” they’d had your car for a couple days, and you were on the brink of losing hope that they’d be able to fix it.

“Yea. So, uh, if you wanna come and pick it up, you can.”

“Holy shit,” you laughed in disbelief, “Alright, yea. I’m just getting ready to leave work. I’ll be there in thirty? Is that alright?”

“I’ll be here,” there was a softness to his tone and you could almost picture the smile on his face.

“Perfect. See you soon.”

You hung up the phone and finished packing up your things as quickly as you could. Tucking your bag onto your shoulder, you made your way towards the front doors of the building. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect—right before your phone call you’d gotten the notification that your ride was ready for you. Hopping into the car, you gave them the new address, relieved that they didn’t seem bothered by the last-minute changes.

When they parked outside the compound, you thanked them once more and gave them an extra tip before hopping out of the car. You walked onto the lot, and it all felt much quieter and emptier than when you’d been there a few days before. It was technically after business hours, sure, but not by much. You spotted all the bikes lined up and you assumed that that was the reason for it being so quiet, not the fact that it was after five o’clock.

You made your way towards the garage bays, one of them housing your car. You looked around but there were no mechanics in sight. You gnawed at the inside of your bottom lip as you scanned for Juice, or really anyone who could help you out. When you saw that the garage was truly empty, you made your way over to the office. Rapping your knuckles lightly on the door, you waited for a response.

“Come in,” you recognized the woman’s voice from your last visit.

You peeked your head inside, a sheepish smile on your face, “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s after hours but—”

“You dropped your car off the other day, right?” she gestured vaguely at you with the glasses in her hand, “Juice took care of you?”

“Um,” you fought the urge to stammer, “yea. He called me a little bit ago, said my car was good to go?”

She nodded, “It is. Let me go grab him—the boys yanked him aside for some other business,” she gestured to the chair, “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You did as she said, holding your purse in your lap as you looked around the office. You knew that there must’ve been a method to the madness, but you were truly surprised by how many forms and business cards covered what seemed like every inch of wall space. There were a few stray papers still on the desk, and you wondered if any of them were for you. Just as you were about to try and take a look, you heard the clicking of the woman’s boots as she walked back into the office.

“Juice will finished getting you squared up,” she tucked a few papers away, and handed the rest to Juice, who had walked in a couple steps behind her with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Thanks, Gem,” he said, his voice a little soft as she grabbed her bag to leave.

“Don’t mention it. Just make sure the guys don’t yank you away next time you’re supposed to be doing shit,” she turned to you and smiled, “Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You nodded, intrigued by the entire interaction, “You too, thank you.”

There was a nervous smile on Juice’s face as he sat down across from you, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I was planning on being out here when you got here. But the guys needed help with some stuff.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “It’s really not a problem,” you paused, “Am I gonna cry at how much this is gonna cost me?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “No, no. I got you a good deal on parts and shit. And, uh, I didn’t get you for labor.”

“What?” you shook your head, “Juan, no, come on. You, you can’t do that.”

“Sure I can,” he smiled, “Really, it’s fine.”

You hated the feeling of accepting charity from someone, especially someone you didn’t really know all that well. It was one thing if he was just getting you a good deal on a couple parts, but this was different. Accepting help with anything had never been easy, let alone when it came to money.

He saw the hesitation on your face and waited for you to meet his eyes, “Hey, think of it this way,” he chuckled as he slid the paperwork over to you, “It’s about what you saved me in bail charges when you found me on the street.”

It got you to laugh, and the playful spark in his eyes was difficult to turn away from or say no to. Finally, you gave a slight nod as you handed over your card and started to sign the papers. His eyes didn’t stray from you as he ran your card. He knew that he should reel it in, but he also didn’t know if this was going to be the last time he ever saw you. The fact that he ever ran into you again after that day on the street was nothing short of a miracle. He wondered when his luck was going to run out.

“Alright,” he forced himself to think about the situation at hand, “I think that means you’re all set.”

You slipped your card back into your purse, “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me,” he smiled as he stood up from his chair, “It’s what we do here.”

The two of you walked out of the office to see that someone had already moved your car out of the garage bay that it had been parked in. You didn’t think much of it until you saw the confusion etched into the features of Juice’s face. His eyes immediately went to the other building on the lot, and your gaze followed. You saw a few men sitting out on the picnic table—you recognized two of them from your previous visit, but one of the faces as new to you. Juice shook his head slightly as he continued to walk with you to the car.

“So you should be all good to go,” he smiled as he leaned back against your car, “but if something else goes wrong just, y’know, give us a call.”

“Do I need to use the T-M number? Or do I get to use your personal hotline for that?”

He couldn’t meet your gaze as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Either one will work,” he cleared his throat, “Lemme get your keys.”

He opened the driver’s door, expecting to find the keys under the visor where they always put them if they had to leave the keys with a car. When he didn’t find them there or in the console, he let out a sigh. Knowing exactly where they were, he cast a glance over at the men sitting on the table.

Jax had the most satisfied grin on his face as he twirled your keys around his finger, whistling and gesturing for Juice to come over, “I got ‘em.”

Juice rolled his eyes, knowing that he was getting set up to get you roped into something with them. He didn’t know what, exactly, but he had no desire to find out. He offered you an apologetic look, “Gimme a sec, I’ll go grab your keys.”

You laughed, nodding, “Whatever you gotta do.”

You watched as he jogged over to the men at the table. You couldn’t see the look on his face, but the satisfied grins and smirks of the men facing him were enough to tell you that they were definitely giving him a bit of a hard time about something. More likely than not it had to do with the puppy-dog look in his eyes whenever he was looking at you.

“Y/N,” Jax called over to you with a slick smile, “c’mere!”

You could only imagine the look on Juice’s face. But still, you obliged to see where exactly this was all going. You tossed your purse into your car before walking over. Juice was shaking his head apologetically at you as you approached, which provided a stark contrast to the looks of glee on Jax and Opie’s faces.

Tucking your hands into your back pockets, you offered them all a smile, “Hey. Something I can do for you?”

“Nah,” Jax rested his elbows on his knees, “just wanted to say hi, make sure your car is alright.”

“Hard to tell that if I can’t put the keys in the ignition,” you quipped with a smile, “But I’m sure it’s fine. I did leave it in the hands of Charming’s Intelligence Officer, after all.”

Juice looked over at you, and you could tell that he was caught between laughing, and melting into the floor. Jax still held your keys securely in the palm of his hand, and you wondered what exactly he was waiting for to relinquish them. Part of you wondered if they simply wanted to watch Juice squirm a little bit more under the microscope before letting you go on your way.

“Juice mentioned that there was something he wanted to ask you,” Opie spoke up with a smirk as he lit a cigarette.

You raised your eyebrows, clearly knowing that they were throwing him under the bus for something, “Oh, really?”

Juice shook his head, “No, no. It’s not—it’s nothing.”

You weren’t going to push it, knowing that there were enough people doing that already, “Right. Well, if no one has anything to ask me,” you glanced back at Jax and put your hand out, “I’d really love to have my keys back.”

“You got plans tonight, dalrin’?” Jax asked as he tossed your keys over to you.

You caught them, shaking your head, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Want some?” Opie asked.

You chuckled, not missing the expression on Juice’s face, “Depends on the offer.”

Jax smiled, “We’re havin’ a party here tonight. Nothin’ crazy, just the guys and some friends.”

“Oh,” you tossed the keys back and forth between your hands, “I’m some friends now?”

“Well,” he chuckled, “I figured you were, especially based on the way Juice ta—”

“You don’t have to,” Juice cut him off, trying to come to his own defense, “It can be a lot, so, you know, don’t feel like you have to.”

You smiled, finding his nerves endearing, “Right. Well, I’ll think about it.”

Jax nodded, a smirk still tugging at his lips, “You know where to find us.”

“I sure do,” you looked to Juice with a soft smile, “Walk me to my car, Juan?”

He nodded, eager to get both of you out of the current conversation, “Yea, sure thing.”

As the two of you walked away, you could hear the murmurs and laughs between Jax and Opie, and you didn’t miss the fact that Juice shot them a look over his shoulder as you made your way towards the car. You lightly bumped your shoulder against his own in a playful attempt to get him to loosen up a little bit.

“You really, uh,” he nervously scratched the back of his head, “don’t feel like you have to show up or anything because of Jax. He’s just, you know…” his voice trailed off.

You smiled, leaning back against the door of your car. You waited for him to meet your eyes, “Do you want me to stop in tonight?”

His eyes grew a little wider at the question, “What?”

You folded your arms over your chest as you watched the shifts in his expression, “I’d be more than happy to stop by later. But only if you’d actually like that. Because, and correct me if I’m wrong,” you chuckled, “I have the feeling that Jax’s invite has nothing to do with him actually wanting me to be there tonight.”

Juice’s heart sped up inside his chest as he tried to formulate a response to what you were saying. He swallowed hard, slowly nodding his head, “Y-yea. I’d…I’d really like that.”

You smiled, nodding, “Then I’ll see you later.”

You went to open the door and he reached out, gently grabbing your hand to get your attention. You could see the nerves in his eyes still, “They’re probably, uh, they’re probably not going to let up,” he nodded towards the men at the table, “You know that, right?”

You laughed, “That doesn’t surprise me,” you gave his hand a light squeeze, “I’ll see you later, Juan. Okay?”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly, “Okay.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #my writing #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[bethanysnow]

“I didn’t give it” (A fic for @maneskinbrainrot​ )

Måneskin was invited to perform for New York Fashion week with Gucci. Paraded around by the luxury brand was not a exactly- fun - thing for them to experience, but it paid the bills. Their manager knew this about them, so it wasn’t a big surprise for her to get a text message from Thomas saying they were ‘escaping’ and would be back by dinner. They were in New York City after all! Play tourist for a while in a country they felt a little more safe not to be spotted in. Especially on fashion week where all the art hoes came out of the woodwork. A couple Italians were nothin! With some rudimentary googling Vic found a cafe and a thrift store to barricade themselves in for the next hour or so. The streets of New York were messy and smelled funny, but were alive. The ground hadn’t been smoothed flat with a millennia of people. The brick buildings rose into the sky and the skyscrapers tore holes into heaven. 

People around them didn’t give them the time of day. No one was shouting their name. No one knew who they were, and if they did no one gave a flying fuck by the looks of it. It really was heaven. They loved their job of course, music was their life. But fame was bitter, grainy and left something stuck in their teeth. Here it was like they were nobodies. Not that they minded of course. Vic led the way to the thrift store she had found online, under a block of apartments was the glass window front. A green awning with golden letters of the store. The neon open sign was lit up so the band walked in. A brown countertop near the front of the store was personless. Racks on racks of clothes covered the floor. 50s-60s ball gowns hung from the ceiling beams. The air was musty just in the way vintage thrift stores tended to be. History on all sides by the articles people have worn. Rock music left the speakers pinned to the walls, playing Arctic Monkeys, Queen, and others. 

The band split up to look for a clerk of some kind. A store wouldn’t just be open by itself- right? 

Damiano went down a long aisle of what looked to be 70s memorabilia by the avocado green and bright yellow clothes. A neon red glow caught his attention. Making his way to the back of the store the glow came from a neon sign bent to look like a naked lady. Strategically placed ribbon over certain areas. A paper taped to a hanger with ‘XXX Lingerie section’ printed on it piqued his interest. Even more so when he looked in to find a beautiful woman laying on the red shag carpet cuddling up to a nighty asleep. 

“‘Scusa- Miss? Are you- do you work here?” Damiano asked quietly. Her eyes shot open and looked at where the voice came from. She held a hand to her heart, taking a breath.

    “Sorry! No uh, my best friend works here. I am just visiting, but I can help I guess. Whatsup?” She said getting up. Brushing off imaginary dirt from her hands as she reached her full height. She was shorter than him, her hair was slightly a mess from an interrupted nap. She’s cute. Damiano was lost in admiring her beauty until he blinked and she was waving her hand in front of his face, unaware that he was staring. 

    “Earth to dude, you ok?” She chuckled though still slightly concerned for his wellbeing. 

“Sorry- I'm Damiano, I’m here with friends of mine and we were checking things out. What was your name? I didn't catch it.” 

    “Cuz I didn’t give it.” She winked and Damiano’s blood pressure went higher. Attractive and a flirt too??? Fuck! 

He grinned at her as she was about to put the nighty she was using as a pillow up back on the rack. Damiano took his shot. 

“You know, it might look good on me. What do you think?” Holding it up against his body, the white silk ending just above the waistline of his pants. Leaning on the clothing rack he tilted his head to catch her eyes looking at the garment. “Look better on you though-” Whispering as her face froze and flushed a bright red. Quickly grabbing it and putting it back where it belonged she cleared her throat. 

    “No- uh I don’t wear that kinda stuff. But on you sure. You looking for anything specific?” 

“Besides your number? ...I was looking for some shirts honestly” She nodded and pointedly ignored his previous comment. 

The rest of the band were busy debating on a pair of corduroy pants Ethan was wearing as Damiano showed up with another person in tow. Introductions were made of who they all were and the woman offered some suggestions to the debate going on. But Damiano couldn’t help himself. 

“So Bellissima we have a gig going on later tomorrow if you want to join. Be our plus one as it were-” Vic raised a brow at that. Asking some random girl to go with them to something was one thing, but to ask a random girl to a gig at fashion week was another. And to top it off, a runway of one of the most well known luxury brands in the world. Her concerns were met with their singer giving her a look that meant he knew what he was doing. Or at least he thought he did. 

To Damiano's surprise the woman in front of him shrugged, looked at her phone checking something and said sure. SHE SAID SURE! That was enough for him. Soon the whirlwind of the band and their new found friend were busy trying on clothes and dancing through the store. Thomas' foot got stuck in a platform boot as another person walked into the enclave that they had made that afternoon. The woman that they had met earlier smiled and introduced them as her best friend- I.E the one who actually worked at the store. Explaining what had gone on and the fun chaos that had happened since. 

The day started to wind down and the band had all gotten texts from their manager telling them to come back to the hotel. Picking out their favorite pieces, it all was thrown onto the counter. The woman placed everything in bags, handing it to them once finished. 

As Damiano was to leave the woman he had met stopped him. 

    “You forgot something-” 

“I did?” Checking for his phone or wallet or whatever he could have misplaced. 

    “Yea here- hold on” She ripped out some paper from behind the counter and wrote on it slipping it into his front pocket. With a wink they left. Getting back to the hotel he pulled it out finally after it was burning a hole in his brain.

it read-

‘###-###-#### y/n <3 P.S. Nice music btw. L’altra dimensione slaps.’

#Maneskin #måneskin #måneskin imagine #damiano david x reader #damiano david x y/n #I LOVE YOU WIFE #nyc #gucci

[slytherinnbitch]

Accident Part 2

Part 1 of Accident

Exactly 2 days and 17 hours after Malfoy had dissolved their marriage and left, Harry's memory came back. The impact of it was so bad that he was screaming his lungs out by the time a nurse came to check and she immediately called for Healer Malfoy-Potter.

Harry is on the verge on unconsciousness when Malfoy had finally came in, he gives him a vile looking potion and his vision blacks out.

When he woke up again, he was staring at the same white ceiling as always. His head is pounding, he scrunches his face slightly and looks to his left expecting his exasperated husband as always. He finds Hermione instead, with Ron on his other side.

"Where's Draco?" That's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. Hermione looks pained, so he turns to Ron and he has an almost identical expression. And then all of it crashes down on him.

The waking up, and seeing Draco and then oh god- and then taunting him and playing with all his weaknesses and everything that he had vowed to never do again. He had done exactly all that and so much more. Fucking piece of unworthy shit, that's what he is because Merlin he has fucked up so badly that it was surpassing all scales.

And he had asked for a divorce and...and Draco had readily accepted it, as he said....was his faith. And shit shit shit, Reg. What had he told Reg? He needs to grovel at Draco's feet, hopefully he would forgive Harry. And- he can't even think about it anymore.

He closes his eyes, hoping the mortifying feeling would go away. It doesn't. Not even one bit.

"Judging by your reaction, mate. I guess you remember all of it?" Ron asks tentatively, breaking his internal war.

"Yeah fuck."

"I still don't understand why he just did that, why did he listen to you and divorce you?" Hermione inquires because of course she doesn't understand.

"Because that's what he said he would do. He said it at the beginning of the relationship, he'll free me if I ever wanted him to, with no explanations whatsoever. I had told him, he shouldn't hold his breath over that." He smiles ruefully at the memory, Draco had shaked his head at that and kissed him. It had been an excellent day.

"Could either of you just call him? He is my Healer so he must be here, right?" He asks hopefully, something in their eyes tells him that he is very very wrong. They are excused from answering him when Zia enters. She is an assistant to Draco and under his wing, one of his best students.

"Hey Zia!" Harry greets her brightly, just because he is going through internal war doesn't mean he'll just give up his manners.

"Oh, hey Harry. So I conclude your memories are back?" Zia asks somewhat subdued, it's a weird thing on her. She is usually this bright and happy ray of sunshine, so he frowns.

"Yeah. Where's Draco?" he asks directly, she will probably give him a viable answer, but she looks distinctly uncomfortable so he feels the need to clarify, "You know, your boss, my husband and my healer?"

"Yea, yes. He um went home. Asked me to do the last check-up and then you're good to go."

"Did he say something else?" Harry asks because something tells him he is being withheld from information.

"He asked me to appoint you a new Healer because um he isn't going to handle your cases any longer. He was on this one because he was handling it before you asked for someone." Zia says and she looks heartbroken herself, what has he done!

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I tried to talk to him, he just went all cold and didn't listen to a word of mine. Just threatened to fire me and left." Zia continues and boy, his level of fucked knows no levels because Zia is crying now!

"No Zia, please don't cry. I'll... I'll talk to him, alright? Don't do anything just yet? I fucked up real bad this time, just let me leave and I'll try my best." Harry pleads and Zia hiccups softly. She checks his quickly with red eyes and deems him free to leave.

He is out of the doors within an hour with his best friends at his side.

"Mate, just know that we are here and you're more than welcome at ours if Draco kicks you out or anything yeah?" Ron assures him after he tells them that he is going home. Hermione just hugs him one last time before he apparates away, fervently hoping that Draco hasn't locked him out of the wards. The result of apparating inside while being locked out, especially of their customised wards aren't great.

Thankfully he hasn't, because Harry lands just fine on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place. The door opens on its own, recognising his magical signature.

Just as he closes the door, he hears the tiny footsteps of his baby boy and yeah there he is, sprinting towards him.

"Papaaaa," Reg cries out as he launches himself into his arms and it grounds him. It gives him peace and then enters Draco. He looks proper as always, no one would be able to tell that he is messed up. But no one is Harry Malfoy-Potter.

He notices the tiny, slightly out of place hair strands out of place. The clenched jaw as he tries to keep himself together and how he unconsciously keeps brushing his left arm.

"I missed you. Dada said he didn't know when you be back." Reg mumbles into his neck, it's mostly gibberish but Harry understands one and half year old pretty well, as he hugs him still, then he looks into his eyes with slight tears and says seriously, "Dada was so sad," and then he hugs him again.

He was gone for almost five days, it aches his heart how much he was missed by his little love and how much he is loved. He locks eyes with Draco then, who has the mask set in place properly again. He arches his eyebrow at Harry, a silent question that he can very well understand. He pleads back silently as well to keep it until they are alone. Draco gets it.

"I missed you too, my reggie-teggie. But guess what I won't be going anywhere now and we would have so much fun, won't we? We'll ride on the broom again all around the house while Dada goes to work, innit?" Harry asks and Reg beams at him, "And I'll try to make sure Dada isn't sad anymore, yeah?" And he nods enthusiastically.

"Alright, bed time now." Draco calls after an eternity passes with Harry listening to Reg bringing him up-to-date with everything that going on in his life. It seems very important.

He still isn't actually talking to Harry, not that he expected anything else.

"Can Papa read me a story?" Reg asks and Draco nods his head so he looks at Harry who does the same and then they go to Reg's room.

.

After he finishes the second story, he looks down beside him to find Reg fast asleep, he slowly and carefully gets out of his bed and tucks him in properly then starts towards the door.

After peering at his sleeping face, Harry closes the door and places a one-way muffiliato charm, so Reg can't hear them but they can still hear him. It would cancel out the minute Reg wakes up and Harry would get an alert. He and Draco had modified it themselves.

He roams around the house in order to find Draco, finally making way into their bedroom where he is sitting with his hands on his lap, waiting for Harry.

He stops breathing as he slowly enters the room. Draco doesn't object so he is fine. When he stops a feet away from Draco. He looks so frail like this, like he hasn't slept or eaten properly in days, he probably hasn't.

"Well, what is it Potter? I would like to sleep." Draco states, his voice ice cold and a slight shiver runs down Harry's spine as he remembers the last time he had been like this. It had been after Harry had gone on a date so many years back, before he came to his senses that is.

"Draco, please. Don't do this." Harry pleads and Draco's eyes flash dangerously.

"You mean I did this? Me, Potter? Me who has been unable to answer my kid why his other father has not come home except for that he is still sick and needs rest? Me who has been-" he stops abruptly and takes a deep, calming breath, "Anyways, my point is I didn't do a thing."

"Draco, you know I don't mean that. And- and I didn't mean any of the shit I said after waking up," Harry tries again, he knows it's futile somewhat but he can't just give up. "I should not have accused you like that. My last self was a number one arsehole."

"Yeah, he was." Draco agrees but he doesn't say anything else.

"I'm sorry that I didn't believe you or my friends or even my own self, I should have." Harry sighs and rubs his eyes under glasses.

Draco remains silent.

"Talk to me, dammit! Shout at me, scream, tell, punch, hex whatever you want to. Just- just don't keep so quiet, it's so much more hurting than the others, please Draco." he snaps after almost two minutes of complete silence.

"And what would you like me to tell you? That I forgive you and you're welcome back in my life? Is that what you think would happen when you came here?" Draco taunts and shit if he doesn't deserve it.

"Because that's not going to happen," Draco continues, he meets Draco's eyes with all his guilt and regret and he feels Draco's barriers snapping, "What to know why, Harry? I don't care because I'm going to tell you anyway." Draco says casually and Harry prepares himself for it.

"Because you fucking dissolved our marriage vows, you utter bastard! You just went and dissolved everything we had the moment you got to know that we were married! And how bloody dare you ask for my rings?" Draco shouts at him, he has tears in his eyes but he keeps on, "Do you know that mother noticed that the tapestry suddenly didn't have your name tied to mine? Just to Reg? She did and so did father. She told me so when I went to pick up Reg. Do you even want to what hell father told me? How he always knew I was wrong and how you would leave me one day and- and now I had a fucking child to my name all alone and he knew I would be a fuck up all along? Do you have any idea what that did to me? How difficult it was for me to keep a facade infront of Reg. Do you, Harry?" He looks at Harry, waiting for an answer.

"I don't..."

"Of course you don't. You have no bloody clue, and you know what you don't need to. You can fuck off whenever you want and I won't stop you. Who the fuck would I be, wasn't that what you said?" Draco rages on, then he says it again, it comes out utterly broken, "Who the fuck, indeed?" And then he sobs, openly, all masks gone.

Harry can't help but move forward and hug him tightly. He is crying himself as Draco tries to wretch himself free.

"Let me go, you prick. Utter prick, with no fucking-" Draco says against himself and Harry shushes him gently.

"Shh, darling. I'm here, I'm sorry but I'm here now, love." Draco struggles some more before he gives up and hugs Harry back tightly. He can't breathe but who needs that when they have Draco Malfoy-Potter in their arms.

When they finally pull apart, Draco's eyes are red and he is still hiccuping.

"I love you," Harry says softly as he caresses his cheek. Draco leans on his hand and mouths the words back.

"You are still not forgiven, just so you know." Draco says and Harry doesn't know what he shall do. He'll do anything, murder if he has to.

"How can I earn it?"

"Do something about our marriage and I'll think about it." Draco replies after a moment of thinking.

"Marry me, again? It's our anniversary in 12 days. We can do it then." Harry suggests, and a small smile seems to tug at Draco's lips.

"And whoever said that I'll marry you. That too for the second time. One time was enough, don't you think?" Draco teases, and he knows he did the right thing this once.

"A million times again, and it still won't be enough."

"Let's keep it to two, yeah?" Draco suggests as he draws Harry close.

"Promise." Harry says and seals it with a kiss. They are going to be okay, again, he thinks as he drowns himself in Draco's love.

Have at your happy ending, sad ending would have been nice but I value my life a little. Tagging @moramystery @cupofsquirrelfan @justthingsfromsarah because y'all specifically asked for a sequel. Altho this isn't all that angsty.

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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: Prologue

Summary- 7.1k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. The Alpha gets upsetting news from Natasha. Not ready to share yet, when you want to leave the compound for a quick errand, Steve asks you not to. Thinking it was all settled, he is caught by surprise that you chose to do the opposite instead. 

Warnings- Alpha and Little One getting into a heated argument. Also some furniture might have some damage due to the Alphas strength. 

A/N- Hello everyone! I’m excited for the next installment following Welcome To The Pack and hope sincerely that you all enjoy the continued life of Alpha and Little One. You all have been so supportive and encouraging. I really love all your thoughts and suggestions when it comes to this series. I welcome and encourage them, please don’t hesitate to drop a message. Wolf Picture Request at bottom by @bostongirl13​. Thank you for sending in the inspiration babes.Divider made by @firefly-graphics​, be sure to check out her selection.  Much Love and Happy Howling. 💙🐺

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Steve was in the bedroom closet, finding the clothes he needed for spending a day out in the snow, the temperature dropping low for even the shifters' naturally heated bodies. Just as he was finishing buttoning the last shirt over the layers, his cell phone chirped with a message from Natasha. Quick to go check it, knowing that she was slowly making her way back to the area after tracking there missing packmates all over the country the past few months. The Alpha was looking forward to her either returning home for a while or having some good news to pass on. Unfortunately her message made his good mood quick to turn to one of worry, as it was short and vague. 

S, call me. 

Quick he pulled up her number and not even a single ring issued when Natasha answered with her usual “Rogers.” 

“What's going on Nat?” 

“Well I’m closer than you think. Another pack was destroyed overnight. Barely any survivors, Alpha missing.” She continued on, the details worrying him further. 

“So what… Do you have any idea of who it is? Is it…” Steve didn't even want to voice it. Didn't want to think it could be his best friend and his missing members of his pack. Natasha was quiet on the other end before she started calmly, clearly having thought of how to answer this. 

“I can’t say for sure Steve, but the trail I’m following keeps intersecting these attacks. Everyone I’ve seen is brutal destruction and we both know he has the power himself to do that. Let alone with someone as strong as Wanda, Pietro and Clint.” 

Steve felt his throat tighten a bit at the news, the Alpha hyper aware now, wanting to check their borders for any signs of intrusion. It was an inner war, he wanted his family back and safe, but it sounded like they were a danger to all of them now if what she was saying was true. 

“Okay, I hear you. If you come closer let me know. Stay safe.” 

“Warn the pack Steve.” Natasha left with that last warning before hanging up and Steve sighed, pocketing his phone and rubbing at his face for a moment, worried about what this all meant. 

You were currently searching the cupboard for sugar. Out of everything to run out of. You thought to yourself as your hands fell to your hips and you scowled a bit at your situation. Going to the fridge, you added yet this other thing to your long list of supplies needed. Absently your hand went into the box of Cap’n Crunch you had been snacking on. For whatever reason it became your go to comfort food after a Heat, which you just finished. That too was empty.

Another thing on the list, another reason to go to town. 

Jotting it down, Steve was messing with the buttons on his flannel, and you side eyed him a moment. The Little Wolf, still feeling the lasting effects of the heat immediately perked up sensing the Alpha nearby. 

<Mmh he looks… huge.> 

It's because he’s wearing extra clothes, down girl. 

The Little Wolf purred instead, her head resting on her paws while admiring her Alpha across the room while he was making his way through the living area to the kitchen.

You were still standing at the list, chewing your lip while Steve brushed past you, taking a nip at your neck on the way to the coffee pot. “What are you thinking so hard about Little One?” 

“We are just about out of everything. I know it snowed heavily last night, but I could take the truck down easily and take care of it while you are up at the lumber yard?” 

Steve paused a moment, the phone call he just had with Natasha replaying in his mind. Pouring the majority of the pot in a thermos, he flicked off the coffee maker and placed the last of the coffee in a mug for you, pushing it in your hand. “How about we go tonight when I get back. I don't want you on the roads alone.” 

You gave a shrug as if it wasn't a big deal but Steve caught your chin, looking in your eyes. 

<Make sure to insist she stays home.> 

I'm not commanding her. 

<Then you should tell her why> The Alpha countered and Steve internally growled at his wolf. 

She doesn't need to worry about it. Steve was sure to keep the bond cut off between the two of them so the Alpha didn't pass over. The Wolf bristled and Steve could feel the hairs on his neck stand up, but he didn't have the time. He was doing what he felt was right in the moment, as he wanted to be able to really discuss it with you and how to approach it with the rest of the Pack. Perhaps a bit of him was just not wanting to break the blissful peace bubble. “Wait till I get back, please? I won't be too late.” Placing a kiss on your lips, sure to nip on your bottom lip in an apology to the small huff you pressed into the kiss and let you go to grab his jacket, his phone ringing. Before you got another word, he dug it out of his jean pockets and scowled at it. “Shit… Okay, I really gotta go Little One, I will see you tonight. We can go out to dinner so don't have to cook.” And then he was gone, leaving you there with your list and a hot cup of coffee in your hand. 

Your hand fell to your hip and you sighed. “What even just happened?” The Little Wolf stretched and started grooming herself now that she wasn’t distracted by her Alpha nearby. 

<I think he asked us to stay home and didn’t give you a chance to deny him.> 

You grumbled at how slick your Alpha was.

The morning wore on, you have done everything you could think of around the house when finally you felt cooped up. Working your lip, you make a decision to go anyways, sure that the only reason Steve wanted you to stay was because of the possible snow on the roads. But by now they should all be plowed and cleared. 

Your Little Wolf stirred awake while you went to shrug into a jacket and headed out the door towards the garage to get one of the trucks. <I thought Steve wanted us to stay home?> 

He did, but it's not all that bad out now. Your eyes wandered up to the bright sun. Looks could be deceiving, as warm as the sun looked, it gave no warmth on that winter day. Ducking into the garage, you grab a pair of keys off the pegboard and reading the label, you figure out the pickup that they went to. The Little Wolf started kneading her paws a bit while pacing, flicking her ears back and forth in a bit of unease. 

<You sure we should go? He did want us to stay.>

It will be okay, calm down, would ya? You retorted while starting up the truck and was soon pulling out of the garage and turning onto the road heading down the mountain. 

Halfway down the road though the truck started to shudder and whine, stalling out. Your foot shifted from the gas to the brake to start to ease it to a slow while it kept jerking. “What the fuck.” You growled out, the wheel jerking as if it wanted to do the opposite. But you weren't having it, and with a final pull, the truck shuddered to the side of the road, giving an exhausted sigh before it cut off dead. 

“I can’t believe this.” You sputtered while trying the key, which resulted in a pathetic whine from the engine and then completely dead again. Slamming your hands against the wheel in frustration for a moment, you felt your pockets for your phone, but of course it just occurred to you that it was charging, on your nightstand. The Little Wolf paced back and forth since you were agitated, huffing out without saying anything. You snapped before she even could. 

I know… Just our luck the truck breaks down this time. You don't have to say anything. 

<I wasn't going to> She retorted and retreated into your subconscious, leaving it quiet in your mind. Grabbing your bag, you got out of the truck after leaving the hazard lights on and debated just making the shift and letting the Little Wolf take you back home. 

A truck pulled up alongside of you and one of the pack members rolled down his window, an older wolf named John. “Y/N, you okay?” 

“Yea, the truck broke down.” You motioned over your shoulder towards the truck now useless on the side of the road. John craned a look over his shoulder. 

“How about I bring you back up? I can have it hauled back up once we get back.” 

Breaking out in a relieved grin, you made your way around, and soon enough John was dropping you back off in front of home. Making your way inside, you kicked off your boots and went to go change back into comfy clothes. 

Steve was rubbing his hands together while they got another truck loaded and the chains in place. His hand rubbed appreciative at the base of the tree, the rich maple with its rings. It was always one of his favorite woods to work with. But this order was being made into premium wood for sale across the country. Giving Sam the thumbs up they could pull out, he watched the truck leave the plot when his cell phone rang. Digging it out, he had hoped it was his Girl, just to talk to you and hear your voice. But the number was one of the pack members, which he promptly answered. 

“Hey John, whats up?” Steve asked as he started towards the next load. 

“Oh just wanting to let you know I'm taking the Mater. Your missus was driving down to the store and it broke down on her.” That's when Steve’s footstep faltered. 

“Where is she now? Why didn't she call me?” Steve’s voice sharpened, demanding answers from John. 

“She’s back home, I just dropped her off. I'm sure she will be calling you soon Alpha.” 

He immediately turned from his original goal, softening his voice while talking to John. “I'm sure, thank you for giving me a heads up. I will catch up later to take a look at the truck.” Passing by one of his crew, he passed along that he had to head home and that they should get the last truck loaded for the day.

You had just changed into your sweatpants and hoodie when you went to grab your phone and dialed Steve’s number. But it just went to voicemail, which you left him one asking him to give you a call back. 

It wasn’t needed, because moments later the front door slammed shut and Steve’s voice bellowed out your name. “Y/N, where are you?” 

You hopped up from the bed to go greet him but the Little Wolf whined in warning, lowering as she picked up his tone. You didn't hesitate though, holding up your phone. “Hey I was just leaving you a message.” 

“Uh, a bit late isn't it?” Steve's hands fell to his hips, his tone leveled as he looked down at the counter a moment and then lifted back up to you, his eyes blue fire at the moment. You wanted to drop back a moment, which you did. But then you hitched your chin up. 

“Your phone was off Steve.” 

“Why were you even out Little One?” He snapped and you winced at the use of his name for you. “I said to wait for me.” 

“Steve, you are overreacting. It was only a few miles down the road and John gave me a ride home.” You folded your arms over your chest and straightened a bit to keep from making yourself smaller and look like you were subduing to him. 

That didn't deter your mate though. “You went out after I said not to.” Steve growled from deep in his chest, his fingers gripping the kitchen island till his knuckles went white and the wood groaned in protest while his fingers made permanent dents along the edge. Subtle but there. “How do you want me to react to that Y/N? You could have been hurt, gone off the road. You didn’t even have your fucking phone on you.” 

“Stop talking to me like I'm a child Steve.” You snapped back at him, feeling your temper rising and the Little Wolf pacing around, whining sharply in distress. Your arms hugged around yourself in a protective manner, but you wouldn't shy away from this, not like you might have in the past. You weren't just some pack member, you were his mate. Your chin lifted a bit in defiance, holding onto that fact that if anyone got to defy the Alpha, it was you. “Might have forgotten, but I'm a grown damn woman who can make her own decisions.” 

With that he turned, advancing on you. A shiver ran through your body at how menacing he looked, his features set in harshness, broad shoulder and a stagger to his stride as he crossed the rooms to reach you. “You sure as fuck didn’t act like it when you took the keys hanging on the peg. The truck that only half works, lucky it even had fucking snow tires on it or else you would be down the side of the mountain. Not to mention who might have come across you.” The Alpha was raging in Steve’s mind at your recklessness, that this new threat he had not entirely come clean to you about could have been out there, ready to just take you away from him. 

“How the fuck was I supposed to know that specific truck was being repaired on? Seems like half the shit here is constantly getting fixed.” You bit back in anger, not actually meaning it, but you didn't want to fess up to you being wrong, and he was right. Not yet anyways. “And what's that supposed to mean? Who would come for me Steve? Hmm?” You rounded on him, stepping up to poke your finger in his chest just to piss him off that much more. 

The taps against his chest didn't phase him any, he had much worse with his ex and some part of him was a bit shocked at how you were arguing back with him, knowing that months ago you wouldn't have dared to out of fear. Now here you were, fighting back without hesitation. “You didn't answer me about the phone Y/N, You couldn't even call me to tell me that the truck broke down the side of the road. What the fucks the point of having it if you are not even going to use it? What would you have done if John wasn't coming back up? You didn’t even tell me you were leaving, just fucking left without so much as a-” 

Your own temper was rising the more he spoke, effectively feeling like he was treating you like a child, not his partner. Your eyes rolled at him while snapping your teeth in a snarl. “Oh I don't know Steve, guess I could have shifted and strolled home. Or am I even allowed to do that, Alpha?” You knew it was a low blow, implying that Steve really restricted you from anything. He hadn't even made it a command for you to follow, he simply said this morning to stay home. No impulse for you to follow behind it. But at this point you weren't thinking that. “I forgot the fucking phone this one time Steve.” 

That little eyeroll of yours had Steve’s temples throbbing at that point. Sure that his blood pressure was rising just as fast as this conversation between them was. Your dismissal at the dangers you had put yourself in made him grit his teeth trying to keep from shouting at you. “You’re an Omega Y/N, the Alpha’s Omega who was just out of heat. Any shifter outside of the pack could have smelled that and went out of control.” Now he was shouting, a deep rage burning in his chest. “You never think of your safety Y/N!”  

You glared at him, shaking in your anger at your mates brashness in belittling you. “You don’t think I don't know that Steve?” You yanked the collar of your shirt to show off a faded scar, satisfied as you saw some of the rage shrink from his face seeing the mark on you, turning to guilt at his accusation. Your voice was raised just as much as his was at this point. “Trust me, I won't forget how people can be.” You let go of your collar and tug it back in place. “Not ever. Not even those we should trust.”  

Steve growled out and whipped away from you, fisting his hand in his hair for a moment in frustration. “You know that's not what I mean Little One.” 

“But you still said it, and you can't take back words Alpha. No matter how much you want to.” You wiped at the angered tears on your face and breathed out. “I gotta get out of here, I can't breathe.” 

This turned Steve around just as quickly, his brows arched. “Where the hell are you going?” He asked as you were tugging on your coat and stuffing your feet in your boots. 

“Out, away. Natasha’s. Just as long as you are not there. I need space right now from you.” All you knew was you wanted to be alone and was opening the door when Steve planted a palm against the wood, shoving it shut again. “Let me the fuck out Steve, Now.” You pushed against his chest, and this time he didn't resist, stepping back as you opened the door and slammed it behind you, trudging off the porch. Steve was quick to follow you out. Standing on the porch while watching you walk away. Any nearby packmates openly stared at the scene in shock, for they had never heard Steve and You shout at one another. 

You flinched when you heard Steve snarl in rage and the snapping of railing on the porch, but you didn't look back while holding your head up high, making your way past others before you snapped out at them. “Don't you have something you should be doing?” Which set off the flurry of activity again until you made your way across the compound to Natasha’s and let yourself in, shutting the Pack and Steve away for now. 

Steve could feel himself losing patience with himself. He went back inside and slammed his door hard enough to rattle the cabin windows, locking himself away from the world for the moment. 

It wasn't long till it spread to the others that the Alpha and his Little One were fighting. Sara was the first to approach Natasha cabin, softly knocking on the door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” she waited, listening intently, but heard nothing that invited her to come in. Defeated, she retreated back to her home, shaking her head at Sam. 

Sam tried next with Steve, less subtle then his mate had been. His fist pounded against the door, bellowing Steve’s name. When there isn't an answer, he went around to the back to see Steve brooding on the back deck overlooking the lake. Making his way towards the Alpha, who was leaning forward, his elbows planted on his knees, and his hands fisted together that he had his mouth pressed against as if lost in thought, Sam was careful in his approach. Everything vibrating from him said caution to Sam. Leaning against a railing, Sam cleared his throat. “Sara sent me over to come check on ya.” 

Steve just grunted in response, his eyes not breaking from the lake. 

“Gotta say man, that was quite the argument you two had.” Sam shifted a bit, hoping Steve would snap out of it and respond, but the Alpha didn't make any notion he was paying attention. “Y/N wouldn't answer the door, we figured she was still cooling off. Wanna talk about what is going on between you two?” 

Steve finally sighed and shifted to lean back, his legs stretching out before him. “She was reckless, not taking her safety into account. Anything could have happened. There are rogue wolves possibly in the area. She didn't have her phone.” Steve just released his frustrations up in the air and Sam cocked his brow. 

“Okay, and what? you lost your temper? Did she even know there was anything for her to worry about such as rogue packs?” Sam nailed it on the head and Steve clenched his jaw, glaring at his friend. “Don’t give me that look, what's the first thing you did? What you have done in the past I bet. Instead of talking, you let your worry and anger take over.” He shrugged a bit. 

“Fuck off Sam, I don’t need this shit.” Steve growled at him and Sam put up his hands to placate him. 

“Just give it some thought Steve. Of course you had every right to be worried as hell, I would have been furious and scared if it had been Sara. Hell that had been Sara a time or two, just like I have done dumb shit with her. Just remember who Y/N is before you lay out your anger on her man. Maybe tell her why you were so pissed off in the first place.” Sam shifted from where he was leaning against the railing and started back down the steps, letting the Alpha sit with his words. 

After the silence got to deafening, Steve pulled to a stand. Shedding his clothes on the porch, he was quick to shift to the Alpha. Shaking his fur out and stretching his head back to get his muscles stretched, he bounded off the porch and disappeared from sight into the forest. 

Sara waited another day. But the rumors of you locking yourself in the cabin and the Alpha disappearing overnight into the forest had made the rumors become crazier with every passing word. Within a night the word was that you were leaving the pack and Steve was going to cut the bond. 

So Sara made her way up the steps again, this time she knocked loudly and waited. She heard a shuffle, but no answer. “That’s it Y/N, I'm coming in.” And with a twist of the door handle, Sara walked in and looked around the dim room before she went over to the main window and pushed the curtains to open and let the light in. There was a groan from the couch, in which Sara twisted to see you wrapped in a blanket. As well as a bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “Oh girl, what are you doing?” 

You groaned at her words and hid your head when Sara approached, removing the bottle and taking a whiff of it before wrinkling her nose. “Fuck I forgot that Nat liked this shit.” She muttered while going to pour the last fourth of the bottle down the sink. 

“What are you doing here Sara?” You groaned while flipping the blanket off your head, and she rinsed the bottle before putting it in the recycling. 

“Think it's obvious, coming to make sure you are okay. Be a girlfriend, let you cry on my shoulder about how annoying your man is, all that good stuff. Then tell you to get your shit together and go home.” She stated as she worked on getting the coffee pot started, searching Natasha’s cupboards till she could find what she was looking for. 

“Oh is that how it goes.” You blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the light. “But I assure you I'm fine.” 

“Right, why you and Steve had a shouting match the whole pack is talking about, and for the first time ever you slept away from Steve’s. Sounds fine to me.” Sara listed off while measuring the coffee and starting it. She twisted to lean against the counter, looking at you as you shuffled into the kitchen, rumbled clothes and tried patting down your hair while trying to look perfectly fine even though you had red rimmed eyes. 

“Okay… we had an argument.” You sniffled a bit, your Little Wolf brushing against you to make you feel better. 

Sara gave a sympathetic smile and circled an arm around you while you rested your head against her shoulder. “Actually a big one and he hasn't tried to come over and anything. Last night I was so damn mad at him I drank most that vodka wanting to yell at him more, and now I have a raging headache and don't know what to do.” 

Giving a rub on your back, Sara let you go to pour you a cup of coffee and pressed it into your hands while leading you back to sit down. “Talk to him. Steve might be hard headed but once he cools down, he typically can be reasoned with.” 

You stared down in your coffee cup, going to sip from it and take out some of the pounding from behind your eyes. “Ugh, never let me rage drink again.” 

Sara snorted a bit. “Girl, you go to rage drink, you best be coming to get me for that.” She teased and nudged you lightly with her shoulder, which you chuckled softly. 

“So everyone heard us huh?” You groaned out and she nodded. 

“Heard it and added to it. Right now everyone thinks Steve kicked you out and that you're leaving for good once you got your shit packed. What happened anyways?” 

You shrugged. “Honestly, I didn't think that it was going to be a big deal. Steve wanted to come to town with me because he was nervous about the snow, he claimed. But it was just a quick trip to grab some groceries. So I didn't think he would really care. Grabbed the keys, of course to the truck that he and Sam had been working on, it broke down the side of the road. Forgot my phone, since it was just a quick trip. Luckily Jonathan was headed back up and gave me a ride. He called Steve to let him know.” 

Sara listened, once in a while patting your knee with sympathy or shaking her head. The she wolf knew the Alpha was over protective of those he considered his, but You hadn't even made it off the mountain. Only going a few miles at that point when the truck had broken down. “I can see why you would be mad at Steve. He didn’t need to go off like that and let his temper get the best of him.” 

You wrinkled your nose while picking at your fingers. It felt really unnatural to you to be staying at Natasha’s, really just wanting to go back home now. But you had no idea if Steve was still mad at you or not. That was the worst feeling, thinking that your mate was angry at you. “I know he was just looking out for me but fuck it made me feel stupid, like a burden to him that he has to take care of me all the time. I still don’t even know why he is really all that mad. Sure forgetting the cell phone was stupid on my part, but plenty of the pack travel on that road. It was minutes before I was found and helped.” You rubbed at your face. “So the pack is really worried we will split up?” 

What if some of the rumors are true? Your thoughts darkened and the Little Wolf rumbled a bit to make herself known. 

<Don’t. You know better than that.>

Well he was really mad, what if-

<Y/N, shut it down now.> She snapped out while pushing up to make a stand against your negative thoughts swirling. <Steve didn’t even make you leave. You walked over here to cool off.> 

Sara spoke up, drawing your attention back to her. “You know how rumors go. They catch any trouble in paradise kind of thing and it blows up.” She scooted over closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You both have cooled off. Maybe it's time to go back home and talk to him? I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him.” 

The Alpha dodged off the usual trails he followed not wanting to come across any others that might be stretching their legs and started making his own through the heavy February snow. He didn't wander far though, because he felt your sorrow on your shared bond. It made his ears flatten against his skull and his staggering gait circled him back towards where he knew you were several times during the night, sure to check on Natasha’s several time to be sure you were safe. Even now he could catch the scent of you from the cabin that didn't belong there. It belonged at his cabin, with him. Where he could wake up and bury his nose in your neck, and feel your soft body welcome him. Where you sang in his kitchen unaware he was listening. Or curl up on the deck with your book pretending to read, but you were having private conversations with the birds and squirrels coming to the feeders, lost in your own little world. Again he circled Natasha’s cabin, his muzzle lifted to try to find you again, his ears twisting back and forth, searching you out. Your voice was muffled with another’s, but it was there and the Alpha sighed. 

He hated the temper that flared so strongly and suddenly. Yes he was upset and his fear at how reckless you had been had flared into this ugly thing that pushed you away. Now it was time for him to make it right, bring you home. Pacing around the cabin, he paused at the steps and settled down to sit. The Alpha let himself sink into the bond, reaching out to meet his Little One gently. He felt when You were aware he was close, the sadness easing a bit but still cautious. 

You paused what you were saying when warmth blossomed through you and a bit of a foreign ache. Sara tilted her head watching you as your jaw snapped shut and you rubbed at your arms. “Y/N? What is it?” 

“Steve is close.” You said under your breath and Sara gave a small knowing smile, being familiar with that sensation with Sam. 

A deep howl started just outside of Natasha’s front door and you felt a rush rise up in your throat, the Little Wolf aching to answer him back. You went to the front door and eased it open to see the large Silver Wolf singing at the door, when he heard the creek of the door open, he gave a slight thump of his tail against the packed snow and tilted his head looking at you. Folding your arms over your chest, you stepped out further with a soft. 

“Alpha, what are you doing here?” 

He pushed to a stand and gave you a play bow, his tail curling over his back while swaying in a wag, enticing you to join him. You went down the few steps and he mouthed your hand, tugging it gently to join him. Running your hand over his head, your hand rubbing deeply at his softer ears and giggling when you saw him get a blissed look at your touch, you shook your head. “Okay okay.” Quickly you tugged off your clothes, tossing them behind you. Which Steve leaped up to catch, still very much in a playful manner till the front of Natasha’s place was littered with your clothes and the Little Wolf was prancing around the Alpha, who was nipping at you twisting around to keep up with her. 

Sara stepped out onto the porch, leaning against the railing watching the two of you play with one another, chuckling when Steve rolled you to your back and stood over you stiff legged, which you played as the good little submissive wolf, nuzzling under his chin and whimpering. It lasted all of five seconds before you heaved against him to knock him off balance and twisted to bolt off, leaving the Alpha chasing after you out of sight. The woman shook her head with a snort at the two of you and proceeded down the steps to gather your abandoned clothes to take back to your proper cabin. Making sure Natasha’s place was closed back up. 

On her way towards Steve’s, Sam caught up to her with an arm around her shoulder. “I see it worked.” He grinned and she leaned slightly into her mate, letting his scent and warmth surround her. 

“Of course it did, they are both just too damn stubborn and needed a slight push.” Sara said as she started up the stairs and let them in to drop Y/N clothes on the coffee table, turning towards her mate and wrapping her arms around him. “Were we ever like that in the beginning?” Sara wriggled her brows teasing and Sam let his hands rest on her hips, pulling her in closer, chaining nips and kisses over her face till she was nuzzling into him. 

“Babygirl, of course we are still like that. Remember last week?” 

Sara smacked against his chest with a laugh and pushed against Sam to get them back out the door. “You are such a pain in my ass Wilson.” 

“Yet you keep me around still.” He grinned while they left, both of them feeling accomplished that Steve and You were now interacting once again. 

“For now, till I find me another stud.” Sara shrugged and Sam tickled her sides to get her laughing. 

You paced along the tops of frozen snowdrifts, Steve following along nearby but not risking to follow you into the deeper snow as he was much heavier and would sink where you wouldn't. He kept up easily with you though, familiar with where you were leading him and when you rolled off the embankment to land next to him, he took over. Nudging you with his muzzle and steering you towards the thinning trees, you both broke out onto one of the lake's beaches. 

Here the wind picked up, lifting loose snow to twirl around across the ice that the lake had turned into. You both bounded onto the lake, chasing after the swirls of snow with snapping jaws and bounding leaps into the air. Powered haunches folded underneath you before you leaped into the air, landing heavily on your forepaws and rolling into a run which the Alpha streaked past you and dug in his claws to keep from slipping too much. He was quick to turn back though and slide alongside you, this time you picked the way you two traveled together, slowing down to an easy going lope. It wasn't long till you both ended at another beach further away from the compound. This one scattered with old weathered logs that you balanced beamed along, Steve jumping over them easily till you both circled back into the forest that was muffled with fresh snowfall. 

Easing you both back home, when you hit the deck and scrambled up the steps, the Alpha was right behind you and shifting to ease open the door leading into the bedroom, which you were quick to run into the bathroom and shifted back yourself to turn on the hot water. 

Steve silently joined you in there, the both of you stepping under the hot water. Steve twisted your back to his chest, sliding chilly hands along your skin while you tilted your head back into the water, sighing as the heat felt good on your chilly body. He dropped a kiss to your shoulder while grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting a generous amount on his palm. 

“Step out of the water Little One.” He rumbled and you obliged, his hands working the soap into suds and massaging into your scalp. You sunk into that relaxed state where you let Steve simply take care of you, moving the way he eased you back and forth in the water. 

Steve rumbled gently with content now that his Little One was back with him, knowing he was going to have to tell you why he snapped in anger. But right now having your trust was everything and he did his best to make sure you had just what you needed. Even needing to do the same for him when you turned and insisted on washing him. 

The soap foamed against his chest as you followed the familiar path you've traced countless times now while talking in bed, pressing in close and back up to wrap your arms around his neck and hug yourself in close, nuzzling in against his neck. It wasn't sexual in nature, just the desire to be close, your fingers skating over his upper back and sighing against him as his warmth and scent wafted over you, making you feel calm for the first time in a couple days. “Little One, we should probably get out.” He left off the ‘and talk’ but you knew that it had to happen. With a nod, you back up for him to rinse off. 

Afterwards he twisted the knobs off so they could dry off. Gathering a fluffy towel, he whisked it over your body till the majority of your skin was dry. He might have left a few tempting drops on your shoulder that he lapped off with a stroke of his tongue, just further marking you as his. 

Once you both left the bathroom, Steve eased into his leather chair across the room, and tugged you into his lap, his hands soothingly stroking your thigh. You let your arm ease around his neck, watching as he traced your legs with the gentlest touch, you never would have known those hands could be capable of anything else. “I'm sorry I left Alpha. I didn't mean to make you worry.” You broke the silence and cold blue eyes lifted to warm looking at you, the furrows between his eyes deepening which you smoothed a thumb over to smooth back out, make him relax. He caught your wrist and brought your fingers down to his lips, just pressing them against your fingers till he sighed against your fingertips. 

He needed to tell you because you deserved to know. “Little One, I wouldn't have normally reacted that way. Just that morning Natasha called me to tell me some news that had me worried and I should have told you. I was trying to spare you from worrying.” 

Now it was your turn to furrow your brow, a bit of a frown tugging on your mouth as you pulled your hand back from him to rest your hand against his chest. “What? What did she tell you?” 

You could see his jaw clench a bit, hating that this perfect bubble that your lives had been since Pierce would be taken away. Tilting your head forward, you nudge your nose against his, and his forehead leaned against yours a few seconds till he drew back to speak. “Some rogue wolves are taking out Alphas. There are some survivors but the packs get destroyed in the process. Natasha keeps running across the attacks while tracking Bucky and the others.” 

You gasped out, your eyes widening in surprise. “You don’t think it could be…?” You drifted off, not even wanting to say the words and Steve shook his head. 

“I really don't know Little One. Fuck I hope not. But Natasha said that they were efficient in their attacks. Bucky and Clint both have the training for it. Wanda and Pietro are powerful in ways beyond being shifters. I need to talk to the rest of the Pack. Especially since they are heading this way, warn others in the area.” 

You nodded, your touch against his chest feeling the vibrations of the rumbles of unease rising from his chest. “Means you will have to contact Stark.” 

Steve sighed, resting his hand against your hip and sliding you in closer till you laid your head on his shoulder. “He would do the same for me.” Since the incident last fall, Steve and Tony had kept away from each other, well within their respective boundaries, but Steve wouldn't let that keep him from warning him of the imposing danger. 

“What do you think the whole Council will do?” You questioned next. 

Steve couldn't help the growl that escaped him then, the Alpha mimicking it himself with great distaste at the supposed council that was supposed to help the Packs. 

“Whatever the fuck they want I suppose. As long as they don’t try to interfere with us.” He rumbled out and you shifted in to bite gently on your mark at the crook of his neck and shoulder, giving a gentle lap of tongue to calm your mate once more. The Little Wolf crossed the bond to be closer to the Alpha, nuzzling the growling intimidating beast till he settled back down. “When I found out you were gone… Fuck Y/N, all I could think of was what if something happened to you.” He sighed out his confession now to his anger and you let it sink in, thinking of how it had affected him. You had heard what had happened when Pierce had injected you and you went under. Steve lost his tight control and almost attacked anyone coming close to you, if it wasn't for Bucky, who knows what would have happened then. 

You cupped his face and turned him towards you, kissing him slowly, drawing it out while you poured your love for him into it. “Thank you for finally telling me, I understand now why you were so upset.” 

Steve sighed against your mouth, inhaling your scent like a healing balm to his fears at what might be coming to their borders. “I will do better I promise Little One.” 

You simply hugged around him tighter and committed how he felt to memory, all that power kept in check against you. “We both will Steve.”

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