#sorry I haven’t responded in a while I had a stroke and am currently having an ongoing mental breakdown!!!

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                                                 Law x pregnant readers

Waking up, (Name) only felt tired as if she hadn't slept in months.  She  just blamed it from the late nights of working and nothing else. Not even realizing when she woke up it was already in the afternoon and the Heart Pirates were currently eating in the galley.

With a loud groan (Name) took off her Pj's and walked into the shower, she gasped slightly when the water presser felt a little more sensitive on her chest than usual.

(Name) shrugged it off, thinking it was because she was still healing from the last battle she took part of, so she didn't think much about it. Propping herself next to her captain like she always does, she quietly ate her late lunch while trying to keep her eyes open. Law being the observant man he is, grew quite worried about his beloved wife acting so fatigue. "Are you alright?" Law asked, trying to act he wasn't concerned. She only nodded before face-planting into her food with a loud smack. No one panicked or thought it was something to worry about, guessing (Name) was just having a narcoleptic attack.

Later that day, (Name) was currently laying on her bed while reading a book. Feeling like she was about to throw up, she put down her book next to her and quickly opened the bathroom door. She then puke out all of her lunch and maybe last night dinner as well into the toilet. Wipeing her mouth, (Name) then headed toward the sink to splash some cold water on her face.

Feeling a familiar presence, (Name) then turned her head to where Law was currently standing with a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess it's just a little food poisoning." (Name) said while scratching the back of her head.

"Alright but let me know when it gets worse."Law stated as he exited the bathroom.

(Name's) heart almost escaped from her chest when the submarine started shaking and yellow lights started flashing. Running onto the deck she could already see a battle taking place with men in white and blue uniforms on one side and men in colorful hats and white overalls on the other side. Unsheathing her twin katanas, (Name) then started cutting one marine after another but for some strange reason she already felt like she was out of energy. 20 minutes into the battle, with a large pant for air she finishes off the last of the marines before wobbling back to the submarine's doors.

"Damn why am I already out of breath, those marines were just small fries. My training methods haven't changed one bit, why do I feel so weak. "(Name) muttered to herself in annoyance.

(Name) only pushed her food around on the plate, hardly nibbling then she looked around the room. Everyone was so cheerful and she couldn't help but smile.

"Not eating much I see." Law commented, leaning over to whisper in her ear. Not like he needs to, over the usually loud noise that the Heart Pirates made at each meal.

"I'm just not hungry." She responded.

"Strange and I thought for someone who was out of breath just by fighting a few marines would be starving." Law stated in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Is it not to your liking, (Name)?" The head chef asked, catching sight of Law's actions.

"It's good. I'm just not hungry right now"(Name) said as she pushed back the plate.

"I'll put it in the fridge until you feel like eating again,"The chef said as he scooped up her plate of uneaten food.

"Do you need to lie down again?" Law asked her again for the third time today.

"I'm okay."

"Could I get some orange juice though?"(Name) sweetly asked the cook.

Then immediately , the crew got back to their usual antics paying no mind to (Name's) odd behavior.

She got to her feet while squeezing Law's shoulder gently. "I'm going to read a book." She said before taking a sip of the juice.

She was hoping that it was simply a case of stomach flu and not something alot more serious.

(Name) was once again in the bathroom and vomiting all of what she ate yesterday, which was not that much. (Name) felt terrible , as would anyone in these types of situations would, however, she still didn't want to bring the matter up. Luckily, Law hasn't woken up from his deep slumber , which made her sigh in relief. Slipping back into bed, she then let her eyelids close as she slept all the way through the afternoon again.

Then that cycle of having no appetite and vomiting lasted for this day as well, which made Law start to worry even more about his wife.

"(Name)!" She picked up her head by the ship's railing in surprise as she heard her name being called by Penguin. Her stomach hadn't seemed to settle, and now she is throwing up into the sea.

She then turned her head to the mechanic, trying her best not to look sick.

Penguin walked up to (Name) getting rather closer, causing (Name) to become nervous.

"You look pale." Penguin commented.

"I haven't been feeling well the last few days Penguin. So I'm probably a bit pale." (Name) stated .

"You're sick (Name)?" questioned Shachi. (Name) nodded her head, however quickly realized what she had brought up.

"I'm only slightly sick, just a little headache. Really."

"You sure (Name)?" Law asked as he walked up to the swordswoman, worried about her health.

She then gave a reassuring thumbs up to everyone to show that she was okay. Though internally, she was kicking herself for lying to the crew, even more so to her trusting and loving husband. The crew soon believed the lie as they continued with their day, however, Penguin, Shachi, and Law didn't seem to be convinced, so they kept an eye on her.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." (Name) thought as she ran to the bathroom for the third time this week. She still was getting lucky with Law having once again already left their room or sleeping, but she knew that it was only a matter of time before they really began to be suspicious.

"This will pass. This will pass."(Name) kept telling herself furiously as she finished with her recent vomiting episode. She picked herself up, taking in deep breaths trying to settle her stomach. As she looked into the mirror, she noticed that she is even paler than yesterday.

Putting on a brave face, she then walked out of the bathroom and went onto the deck.

"Land ahoy!" Shachi shouted as he pointed at the piece of land.

All of the Heart Pirates gather around the railing in a disorderly long line, and lean over it, while watching the island they were about to dock. They had docked at a unique island well-known in the areas as vicious wild blood thirsty animals live there.

"Yahoo, a new adventure!" (Name) said happily before walking off the submarine's plank. As she got closer and closer onto the island, she felt someone grabbing her shoulder.

"I think it's for the best if you stay back in your current state."Law stated with a worried look on his face.

She only shrugged his hand off. "I'm fine, I feel a lot better today."

Before Law could protest, (Name) had already made her way onto the island.

And then she left, not running, but walking kinda in a slow pace into the forests.

After some time had passed, both Penguin and Shachi had returned after a troublesome adventure with some saber-tooth monkeys. Law was starting to get a little worry since (Name) wasn't back yet, so he went the same direction she walked in.

As Law walked deeper and deeper into the forest he finally made eye contact with the swordswoman. "Help!" (Name) called out as she was kneeling onto the tall grass while clenching her slightly bleeding shoulder.

Law was surprised, (Name) never called for help unless it's something really serious or life-threatening .

Activating his Room he switches places with (Name) while killing the beast in the process.

While Law was carrying (Name) through the forest, she leaned away from his chest so she wouldn't get vomit onto his clothes

-x-

"I'm going to take a blood sample." (Name) nodded as she rolled up her sleeve allowing Law to apply the alcohol onto her skin then inserting the needle. Only taking a tiny amount, Law removed the needle and quickly placed a band-aid on where he poke her. "You can leave, I will give you your results as soon as possible."

She only nodded before leaving the infirmary room.

Law stood there from where he was sitting in shock, not knowing how to feel after reviewing the results of her blood test. It was a mix of happiness, relief, fear and mostly parental love. It took all of his strength not to jump down like a crazy man who just won the lottery, because it was the middle of the night and he didn't want to wake up his crew. When he finally made it to the doors of his room, he put on a calm face and slowly and quietly opened the door. "Hi Captain, so did my blood test turn out good?" (Name) asked casually.

"Yep, it seems that both of you are fine." Law said with a big goofy smile on his usually calm and serious face. (Name) looked at her captain in surprise and in slight confusion, even already knowing the answer. "W-what do you mean the b-both of us?" (Name) managed to stutter out.

"I mean our baby. You're 9 weeks pregnant."

He was in love with (Name), and the idea of her having his baby was ideal to him, but it was still a shock, they'd never even spoken or brought up the subject. He wanted a family, but the idea still scares him. All the memories of his mother and father, and his little sister Lami all stuck to him. Then, the struggles and problems of them being famous pirates with both of them having large bounties on their heads. And all of the struggles that their child will face as well, everything he, (Name) and his unborn child, everything they will face together suddenly hit him in one go.

"Law I'm sorry, I should have been more careful." (Name) said while sobbing.

Law quickly, but carefully picks her up and sits her onto his lap while stroking the spot where their child was growing.

"Sorry for what? Making this the happiest day of my life." Law said before kissing her still flat stomach.

(Name) began to cry more but it wasn't tears of sadness, they were tears of joy. "We're going to be parents. I'm going to be a mom."

"And I'm going to be a dad. " Law said while showering her with even more kisses. (Name) squeaked when Law gently swooped her off her feet and began sprinting across the metal halls.

"What the... Law?!"

"Your shoulder, your shoulder was wounded. You're staying overnight, no, 3 nights in the infirmary. What if the baby got hurt. What if the baby got killed?"Law started listing off the things that could happen to their unborn child.

-x-

"Everyone, we have an announcement!" Law shouted loudly to get everyone's attention who was on the deck.

"We're getting a new crew member." (Name) said while trying to hold back her giggles.

"Oh, that's nice, when can we meet them?" Penguin asked.

"Less than 9 months." Law answered which made everyone go completely silent.

"We're having a baby!" Both (Name) and Law shouted cheerfully.

They were all staring at the expected couple, completely dumbfounded.

Astounded, flabbergasted, shock whichever word to describe their expressions and the tense atmosphere. Law's hand started to turn purple just by how hard (Name) was squeezing his hand.

"CONGRATULATIONS," Penguin and Shachi shouted in perfect unison.

"This is amazing, this calls for a party!" A Heart Pirate exclaimed.

"No alcohol for the pregnant woman though," Bepo smiled warmly at her from Law's side.

"(Name), don't cry, " Law said, reaching around her shoulders to comfort her.

"I know, it has to be the unbalanced hormones. I'm just so happy, this is a new chapter of my life." (Name) said as she cried into Law's chest.

Throughout the day everyone was partying while congratulating the new parents-to-be.

"So who will be the godparents?" Bepo asked.

"We have already decided that Ikkaku and you will be the godparents of our child."(Name) answered. Bepo then lifted both (Name) and Law off their feet and gave them a big hug while crying tears of joy. "Thank you, I'll be the best godfather ever." Bepo said, which made everyone in the Heart Pirates stare in jealousy, especially Penguin and Shachi.

"You guys will make great uncles." (Name)said with a big smile while hugging both of them in her arms.

"Lucky bear." Shachi muttered.

The 2 mechanics' faces turned a deep shade of red when (Name) kissed both of them on the cheek. "Don't worry, there is enough love to go around."

Then out of nowhere, a large explosion could be heard across the deck.

"Heart Pirates, Give up now or prepare to die."A marine holding a megaphone demanded.

(Name) smirked before unsheathing her twin katanas as she got into a fighting stance.

"Do your worst.''She retorted before Law used his devil fruit ability to transport her back into the sub.

Law shut the metal doors, ignoring the loud banging noises that were coming from the other side.

"Law, you ass, I want to fight too. Let me out, let me out." (Name) demanded as she kept on banging her fist onto the metal door.

"No, as your captain and doctor I order you to stay back and let us handle this. You're pregnant, you need to take it easy for now on."Law stated, which made (Name) slump down in disappointment. She hated being useless, she wanted to fight, she wanted to help, she wanted to do something besides laying down and doing nothing.

"Oh great, 7 more months of being totally useless." (Name) muttered under her breath while sighing.

A few weeks later-

(Name) felt like she was already going crazy. She wasn't allowed to do anything and she meant she couldn't do anything. First, the large weights she and Jean Bart can usually lift with ease have been replaced with 5 pound weights and she wasn't even allowed to use them for more than 5 minutes. Law had also forbidden( name) in certain places in the submarine as well, which was almost one half of the metal vessel that was off limits for her.

(Name) also swears, Law has super hearing because when she decides to get out of her bed, Law uses his devil fruit abilities to teleport himself right next to his wife's side.

"Law, go back to work. I'm just getting a snack."(Name) protested.

"Then ask me or someone else from the crew to get it for you. You're still in your first trimester of pregnancy, there is still a possible chance of miscarriages or physical deformities or all sources of possible medical stated as he called forth his room again then instantly a jar of peanuts appeared in his hand.

"Here, take these and go back to our room." Was all Law said as he pointed the direction of where their room was located, as if she was completely clueless of where she had been living for most of her life.

Rolling eyes (Name) went back to her room while munching down on the jar of peanuts on the way.

-x-

When the Heart Pirates docked onto an island, (Name) thought she could get some alone time to herself while getting the necessary items for the future stages of her pregnancy. And it was a good thing too since her pants and shirt had been feeling tight lately. "Bye Captain, I'm going to do a little shopping." (Name) said before she jumped off the submarine's front deck.

"Room, Shambles." Law now had (Name) in his arms.

"What the hell Law?" (Name) questioned.

"I'm coming with you, " Law stated as he tightly held her hand.

"Law, I'll be just fine. It's just a little shopping, I'm barely showing." (Name) retorted while trying to slip her hand from Law's strong grip.

"Nope, as long as you're carrying my child you're stuck with me." Law said, securitly wrapping around his arm onto her waist.

After 5 medical and clothes stores later, Law's arms were both covered in shopping bags while (Name) just carried a single bag with a small bottle of medicine inside of it.

"Law, let me carry that for you. You know I can lift 1000 times my own body weight." (Name) Stated with an annoyed frown.

"I got this, I don't want you to lift even one eight of your body weight. Your-" (Name) then cut off Law before he could finish the rest of this statement. "Yeah, Yeah, I know I'm pregnant and pregnant women shouldn't be exerting themselves."

Smirking devilishly, (Name) came up with a small plan to get away from her overbearing husband.

"Hey honey, I really need to use the bathroom."(Name) said as she pretended her bladder was about to burst.

"Very well."He responded, then they headed to the closest bathroom.

Reaching down in her left sock, (Name) grabbed a screwdriver and began unscrewing the bathroom's top window.

When (Name) was finally outside of the building, she began to grin like she has been in prison for 20 years and just now escaped. She was free, she could do whatever she wanted without worrying about Law dragging her back to their room and making her stay there until the next day.

In a swift motion, (Name) unsheathed her twin katanas and blocked an attack from a familiar mask man.

"Yo... it's been a while, when was the last time we fought together."(Name)greeted, enjoying the weight and feel of her swords when fighting. "Too long and this time I will become victorious." Killer responded.

Killer and (name) have been rivals ever since their crew had first met. The 2 of them will always break into fights everytime when they see one another. But so far they're about even, most of the time their fights usually ended up in draws.

The fight soon stopped when Killer stepped away and put back his scythe blades into its case. "Hey what gives, why are you chickening out now! The fight was just about to get better." (Name) shouted.

"I'm not fighting a pregnant woman, I want to kick your ass at your best."Killer stated while pointing to her slightly rounded stomach. "Damn, I knew I should have put on more baggy clothing."(Name) thought to herself as she tried to cover her baby bump.

"You're a pirate, why should you even care? Pirates do whatever they want."(Name) exclaimed while pouting slightly.

"I may be a pirate but I'm still a man who doesn't like fighting weak women." Was all he said before walking away.

"I'm not weak...fight me, please! Law won't even let me hold a fork. Please, I'm only on my 16 week."(Name)whined as she tugged onto Killer's shirt.

"No, and you look alot more further along than that."Killer retorted which made (Name) gasp loudly of being called fat.

Before Killer had any time to dodge, (Name) kicked him square in the balls which made him groan in pain.

"Meanie!" (Name) spat out before taking off into the forest nearby with small tears running down her face.

"Ouch!"He groaned loudly, laying on the ground while holding his sore nuts.

-x-

Law was pissed. But mostly Law was extremely worried. He couldn't find his wife anywhere, but what really worries him is that the Kid Pirate's ship has been spotted as well.

What if the Kid Pirates took advantage of his wife's current state or even worse killed her on the spot.

No matter how much observation Haki Law uses, he didn't have any lead on where his wife is.

"Captain, we know where she is." Penguin reported.

"Yeah, Killer from the Kid Pirates told us she kicked him in the nuts and went into the forest,"Shachi added.

"And why did she kick him in the nuts, (Name) doesn't usually use low blows?"Law stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Well,"Penguin started off while scratching the back of his head.

"He kinda called her fat." Shachi answered.

In a blink of an eye, Law called forth his room and teleported himself into the forest. Without even trying, Law hears small whimpers coming from the top of a tree so he looks up and sees the person he was looking for all day.

"(Name!)Law called out his wife's name.

"Go away!" She screamed then resumed crying again.

"No, I know I've been a little too clingy lately, but it's only because I want the best for you and our future kid as well. And to be fair, I don't really blame you for running away from me, so that is why I promise you I will try my best to give you your space."Law promised as he kneeled down.

(Name) stopped crying and looked at her husband.

"Okay, I'm coming down now."(Name) responded as she started climbing down onto one branch after another.

She gasps when one branch snaps from her weight and she begins to fall, face first into a painfull fall, and Law swears his heart stops for 5 seconds as his throat hitchs.

"Room, shambles!"

When his wife's stomach was only inches away from hitting the hard ground, she instantly appeared in Law's arms.

"Law, I'm sorr-"(Name) whispered her husband's name.

"That was way too close." He then looked and touched her baby bump gently.

"You're never ever leaving my sight until that baby is out of you. That's an order." Was all he said as he started walking back to the sub with his wife in his arms.

-x-

(Name) found herself laying flat on her back in the medical bay as Law prepared the new ultrasound equipment.

"Damn, that's cold." She hissed when the clear gel made contact with her stomach.

"Sorry," he apologised half-heartedly.

"Usually I would just use my scanning ability, but I think it would be a lot more useful to check in like this."Law stated then he turned on the monitor. He moved the device around her stomach slowly with his eyes on the screen, instantly stopped when he saw a gray blob in the middle.

"There's our child."He pointed to the blob.

As (Name) looked closer at the screen, she cock an eyebrow when another blob had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Honey, why are there 2 of them?"(Name) stated while pointing where the 2 blobs were located.

"You're just seeing things, there is no-"Law stopped himself when indeed there were more than 1 blob. "We're having twins."Law whispered so softly that (Name) had to ask him to repeat himself.

"We're having twins. Yes,! Now you don't have to get pregnant again."Law said again as his wife just stood there in shock, not knowing how to process the new information.

"Wait, you're not satisfied with one kid." (Name) yelled at her husband in which he only nodded.

"Great. I already get smothered enough with one baby, I'm sure it's gonna get worse."

"It's now double," his lips formed into a smirk. "For now you're going to have daily instead of weekly check ups. And you're no longer allowed to practice swordsmanship with real swords anymore."

"Excuse me? No way, I've been holding swords since I was only 5 years old, you can't do that." She sat up sharply.

"You lost all of your rights when you started carrying precious cargo. Now you must be twice careful with our little ones." He brushed his fingers against her stomach before kissing it gently.

The more (Name-s) belly got bigger and bigger, the more cautious everyone, especially Law became. In only her 30 weeks of pregnancy, (Name) already looks like she could give birth any day now.

The Heart Pirates were currently docked on a winter island while (Name) only watched from a sideline.

"But Law, I want to play in the snow like everyone else. Please, I've been cooped up in this submarine for far too long."(Name) begged while giving Law the puppy eye look.

"Fine, but you need to bundle up."Law exclaimed.

6 layers of thick clothing later, (Name) walked off the Polar tang's deck with Law right next to her side.

Working on her snow fort for about 30 minutes, (Name) started to feel a sneeze coming along and tried her best to hold it in.

"Achoo!" She then covered her mouth, in hopes Law didn't hear it.

She sighs and doesn't even put up a fight when Law's room incases her, and teleports her into his arms.

"You're going back to the sub, I knew it was a bad idea to let you play in the snow."Law stated flatly.

And once again (Name) was laying flat on her back as she watched Law move the ultrasound equipment around her stomach for the fourth time this week.

"Is this really necessary?"(Name) questioned while pouting.

"Yes, unless you don't want our babies to be healthy. You're now forbidden to leave our bed until your cold has subsided. If you break any of those rules then I will bind you to the bed until your pregnancy has ended. Do I make myself clear?" Law questioned which only made (name) stick out her tongue.

"You 2 need to get out of mommy soon because I can't take another minute with your daddy."(Name) talk and rub to her rounded stomach when Law left the room.

-x-

2 weeks later and (Name) Was finally on her last trimester of pregnancy. "Law!" (Name) shouted his name loudly.

"Yes my darling, is there something you need." Law responded as he headed toward where his wife was currently sitting down.

"The babies are kicking, they're kicking again."(Name) said excitedly then grab's Law's hand to guide him where the kicking was happening.

Then the day when his children would be born.

(Name) woke up in the middle of the night when she felt a warm wet substance in between her legs and soon realized her water just broke.

"Law...Law." She shakes her husband awake.

"Yeah, what is it?" He muttered as he tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes.

"My water just broke."She then yelled in agony after she felt a contraction.

"Shit?!" Law then quickly moves to her side to help her into the wheelchair he had laying by for this day. "Bepo, round up the medical squad, it's time." Law shouted through a den den mushi.

"Whatt, I thought she wasn't due for at least another couple weeks." Bepo shouted.

"Well, the kids have decided to come now!" Law stated.

12 hours of shouting and a lot of pushing later, the first one came out.

"She's a beautiful girl!" Law said before handing the bundle of joy to Bepo.

"Come on just one more push." Law said then he could see the head of the baby.

"It's a handsome boy," Law said before handing the other baby to Penguin's arms.

"Law, what should we name them?"(Name) asked as she panted for air.

"Rosey for our baby girl and Corazon for our baby boy." Law answered, then placed a sweet and tender kiss on his wife's forehead.

"You need rest now, I will take care of them in the meantime."

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could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))

Date Night

warnings: unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!

You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.

You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.

But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.

Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.

Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.

“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”

The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.

It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.

Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.

“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.

And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.

And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”

Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.

It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.

“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”

He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.

Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.

“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.

“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”

As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.

Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.

“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.

“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”

Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”

“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”

You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”

You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.

Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.

He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”

Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.

The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”

“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”

“Mhm..”

“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”

“Harry! Only Harry,”

“Good girl.”

He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.

“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.

You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.

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[marsbutterfly]

Hello dear ! Can I request an Imagine where Hanji and her girlfriend get married ? They both decided to get married before the battle of Shiganshina because they were afraid of not coming back alive (they came back alive) . The ceremony is very beautiful and joyful and since reader no longer has a family, Erwin offers to accompany her to the altar.

(I have this personal headcanon that whenever a member of the scouts is getting married, Historia will always be the one who celebrate this union)

(I'm the one who send you a message about a cute imagine with Hanji)

Take care ❤

I Hear A Symphony

Summary: Previous to the mission to retake Shiganshina, you decide to tie the knot with Hanji before it's too late.

Wattpad! | AO3! | |◁ II ▷|

Warnings: None.

As you sit through this meeting, Commander Erwin’s voice goes in through one ear and leaves out the other. Your mind wanders away to the soft hand touching yours underneath the table.

Your heart palpitates as Hanji’s fingertips softly brush against your skin. It’s a feeling you’ve known all too well but still haven’t gotten used to. She traces your veins without taking her eyes off of the whiteboard sitting ahead of you.

Trying to focus on the blonde man’s words, the only sentence you can pay attention to is "The mission to retake Wall Maria will succeed". But the excitement that courses through your veins isn’t from that but rather from the event that will take place later that day.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down but you can feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

“That’s all for today.” The tall man standing in front of everyone says, focusing his eyes on the massive pile of papers standing in front of him.

Sadly but quickly, you remove Hanji’s hand from yours, a sad expression taking over her features. Trying to cheer her up, you flash her a bright smile and gently hand her a half-opened book, a small piece of paper marking a specific page.

“I’ll see you later!”

Before she has time to respond, a hand grabs your wrist and drags you towards the other side of the now mostly empty room.

The man standing in front of you seems nervous for the first time since you’ve met him, his hand has a subtle tremble to it and you smirk, looking down at your feet while gathering up the courage to ask him for a favor.

“Commander, would you...” You ask, tilting your head slightly to the right. He raises his hand as a sign of interruption and takes a deep breath while shyly looking around the room, making sure no one can hear him.

“Y/N, would you give me the honor of accompanying you down the aisle today?” He says, taking one of your hands on his. The smile on his face is genuine and you can’t help but smile in return.

“Of course. Other than Hanji, you are the closest thing to family I have left.” You reply and you feel as his long arm wraps around your body. Your head rests on his chest and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders. “We grew up together, Erwin.”

“You used to collect butterflies.” He says, his hand playing with your hair and you snort.

“And you used to wear that stupid vest.” You reply and he laughs, a contagious sound that brings out a laughter of your own.

A knock on the door breaks you away from the moment and you look around to find a very nervous Moblit holding a clipboard close to his chest as if his life depended on it. He looks at the clock resting above the mantle.

“Y/N, you need to come with me so you can start getting ready,” Moblit says, sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks at the clock once again.

Erwin’s arm falls to the side of his body, letting you go in the process. He tilts his head towards the door signaling that it is time for you to leave. You plant one kiss on his cheek as a token of your appreciation and Moblit quickly takes your hand, dragging you out of the room.

“Moblit, you don’t need to grab me so tightly.” You say, trying to get him out of the zone he currently is in, “I won’t run away”

He shakes his head, finally releasing your arm and you gently massage the harmed area. Alongside the nervousness in his eyes, there is now a hint of concern and you can tell his intention was not to hurt you, on your wedding day much less.

“I’m sorry, I just have to make sure everything is perfect today.” He says and before you have time to respond, a soldier walks in between the two of you. His actions show you how apologetic he is so you decide not to say anything.

“Sir, the flowers are ready but Sasha keeps trying to steal the food from the buffet.” The soldier says and Moblit sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose. While he deals with the situation, you feel yet another hand pulling you but in a much gentler manner this time.

You don’t have time to complain. The sweet perfume of the figure ahead of you lets you know exactly who they are and you can’t help but smile. It had been months since the last time you had seen Historia and spending time with her had always been one of your favorite things.

“Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” You ask quietly, not wanting to give away her location in case she had sneaked past her guards yet again. “Shouldn’t you be at the church getting the blessed cloth?”

“It’s all ready for the ceremony!” She says, the excitement in her voice is undeniable but still so quiet. “I just had to come and see how you are doing today.”

“Nervous but in a good way.” You say, a smile on your face, and she giggles, wrapping her small arms around your torso.

“I can’t wait to officiate your wedding!” She exclaims, a few excited jumps following closely behind, “You are the first of my friends to get married. I am so happy for you!”

“I know, I love Hanji and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with her.” You claim, a hint of sadness present in your voice, “Even if it won’t be for much longer.”

“Stop it! You both will come back and Shiganshina will be saved thanks to all of your efforts.” She replies, nuzzling her face against your breasts in a caring manner.

Your conversation is, unfortunately, cut short when a very concerned Levi knocks on the door. He is under the impression that Hanji is the one you are talking to and kicks down the wooden surface, a bath scrub in his hand while a cap covers his hair.

“Where is your fiancee?” He asks, looking at you dead in the eye. A chill travels down your spine and you shrug your shoulders, unable to provide him with an answer. It takes a second but he finally believes you and resumes his search elsewhere.

By the time he is gone, a guard has caught on that Historia is missing and begins to scream her name around the castle causing her to immediately run away giggling, the amusement she feels is undeniable.

You take a deep breath, finally being able to make your way towards the area where your makeup would be applied. The artist awaits for you patiently and you shoot her a smile, silently thanking her for her time.

“Are you ready?” She asks as you are sitting down and so you nod.

The gentleness of the brushes against your skin is nearly enough to lull you to sleep but the anxiety you are feeling is much greater. You close your eyes, allowing her to work on your eyelids with a gentle pink shadow.

Her strokes are precise yet delicate much like the claps of a butterfly’s wings. The artificial blush spreads across your cheek giving your already beautiful skin a much more elegant look.

Once she is ready to apply the lipstick, you open your eyes and finally see yourself in the mirror. You can’t contain the smile that comes out and you gently begin to analyze every feature on your face, delighted with the result.

“And you’re done!” She says and you thank her for her time.

When the makeup artist leaves, another woman enters the room: the hairstylist. When she asks for what you would like, a blank canvas comes to your mind and nothing comes out so instead, you ask her to surprise you.

She decides to not do anything too adventurous so she simply braids your hair, a simple yet elegant hairstyle perfect for your wedding day. And the best part is that the veil would fit perfectly.

You thank her for the time she has spent with you and she exits the room, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

This is it. The big day you have been dreaming about since you were little and the best part is that, from now on, you will be able to share your life with the person you have loved since you became a part of the Cadet Corps.

Before you have to get into your dress, you make a very important decision.

"I want to go see Hanji!" you say to yourself, glancing out of the window. It takes you a few seconds to realize that you are alone and can come and go as you please. A smile appears on your face as you get out of the chair, excitement rushing through your veins as you hear your shoes touching the floor.

Before you can make it to the room where she is, a pair of hands drags you back to your chamber, “It’s bad luck to see each other so close to the ceremony. I’m sorry but you’ll have to stay here.”

You frown, crossing your arms much like a child throwing a tantrum but all your behavior does is earn an honest laugh from Mikasa. “You’ll see each other in less than an hour, it’s time to put your dress on.”

Tightly, you clutch your hands shut in an attempt to stop them from shaking. Your mouth is suddenly as dry as a desert while the soft cloth of the dress makes its way past your torso, slowly sliding down to its designated place.

The white silk fits you perfectly and you feel like bursting into tears but decide against it when you realize it would ruin your makeup. One glance in the mirror was enough to let you know that this is the dress of your dreams.

“You look perfect!” Sasha says, her mouth stuffed with a potato Moblit gave her to keep her away from the buffet table.

“Now all that is left is the veil,” Eren says, slowly placing it on your head. You smile at them, tears shining brightly in your eyes.

Mikasa hands you a red bouquet, a few of the petals gently fall against your hand towards the ground, forming a path through the places you walk past.

One after the other, the younger soldiers make their way towards Queen Historia before taking their designated spots for the ceremony and that is when your eyes land on her.

She has a white suit on with a red tie matching the flowers in your hands. Her hair is in a high ponytail and it looks clean, giving you the impression that Levi successfully managed to bathe her.

Your heart beats at 100 mph and you feel like it is going to come right up your throat. Your nerves are only soothed when Erwin’s hand touches your shoulder, he presents you his right arm and you happily take it.

It’s time to walk down the aisle.

.

"Do you know what time it is?" you face her with a bright smile hoping she would catch on and realize what you have in mind.

"Around 21:47" She replies and you frown at her, realizing she has not caught on to what you were hoping for. “We have another important day tomorrow, you should go to sleep.”

"Ok first of all, how do you know that, you don't even have a watch." you shake your head at her, making your way towards the chair she's sitting on. Your cold hand touches the warm skin on her chin, her eyes meeting yours as you continue to flash her an even brighter smile,

“Second of all?” She asks.

"Second of all, you should come to bed with me, staying up so late is not good for you, you might run into... Levi." you whisper his name as if it was forbidden, her laugh fills your ears as she puts her papers down.

"You have a point there, Y/N. So, what time is it?"

"It's cuddle time with your wife!” You reply and Hanji nods, picking you up in her arms while taking you towards the bed.

The very next day, the Battle For Shiganshina began. Many lives were lost: Moblit, Erwin, nearly every single recruit. Levi had been stuck in his office since returning, he plans on going back there and recovering Erwin’s remains, hoping to put him to rest next to his father.

Hanji, who barely bathed, has completely stopped taking care of herself. The nightmares have gotten out of hand to the point where she needs to be strapped down to the bed so she won’t be able to move during the night.

You constantly look back at the ceremony, how all of your friends came together to celebrate your decision to join your life with Hanji or how the Queen’s words truly touched every person present.

Being faithful to your vows, you take care of her. Day and night you stay by her side, making sure to let her know you aren’t going anywhere.

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[squidkidatx]

“Oh come on babe! Don’t act like you don’t like these changes.” Sighing, I put down the chain bracelet I was making. “That’s not the point. The point is that you used the remote, and then broke it so now we’re stuck this way until I make a new one.” Picking the bracelet back up, I continued. “And it’s not like those parts in the remote were cheap, you know. It took several years and some very lucky scrounging that I was even able to make it in the first place, and now I have to make another.” Pouting, she got closer and pushed against me. “It’s not like anybody will know that you used to be bigger. To the rest of the world you’ve always been that short, and I’ve always been this tall curvaceous beauty.” Slamming down the bracelet I stand up, for all the extra emphasis my tiny frame now brings me. “And that’s the problem isn’t it? WE are aware that we’ve changed. Doesn’t this fill you with inner turmoil knowing that you have essentially irreparably changed your spouses body without their permission or consent?” Staring angrily up at her I await her response. Wringing her hands and hanging her head in shame she replies. “Well it’s not like you put any warnings on it. It looked indistinguishable from any other remote.” “EXCEPT THAT IT WAS IN MY WORKSHOP!” I exploded in anger. “We had an agreement. I get my space to do my science projects, and we share the profit from them. And if they’re too rare to sell, but we might have a use for them, I ask your permission and consent, for every instance.” “And this is the one time I break that agreement because I thought we were close! I’ve never broken it before, and yet you’re holding this against me the ONE time I break it.” “And that’s why we’re having this discussion, instead of me leaving you. You know exactly what my ex did to me that left me like this, broken and jagged. Give me some space, I need to calm down.” Sitting back down I pick up the bracelet to continue. “I know you love me, and all that I am as imperfect as I am, but right now I just need a little space to calm down and sort out my thoughts. Without a word she turned on her heel and walked out of the workshop.

I truly loved Jess. She had found me when I wasn’t willing to trust anyone, not even my family, and had slowly repaired my heart after it had been so abruptly smashed by my ex-best friends who turned out to never have been my best friends. She was the kindest woman I knew, not that I knew too many, but she was kind to everyone. She taught me how to trust again. I knew she didn’t do this maliciously, and I had been holed up in my workshop a lot recently almost neglecting her, because as much I needed her she needed me just as much. Sighing, I finished the bracelet and studied it. It was a pretty rose gold, although that was only plating, and in its chains held a regal femininity that commanded attention but not overtly. It drew eyesight much like a butterfly lazily flying on a still spring day. It would still fit her, but I didn’t know how to give it to her with the current tensions between us. “Might as well get it over with.”

Walking out of the workshop and to the living room, which is usually where Jess goes when something is bothering her, I stop in the entrance. “I’m sorry. I know you didn’t have any malicious intent Jess, in fact from the looks of it you had very positive ideas in mind.” Smiling drily I wait for her to respond. The silence stretches until she looks up. “I just wanted to spend more time with you. You had been going into your workshop for longer and longer leaving me alone. I just wanted to see what could take you away from me for so long. Turns it was literally something reality warping in scale.” Walking toward where she was seated on the couch, I stop just out of arms reach. “I know, and I’m sorry. Next time I work on a project this big, I’ll let you know. Give me your right wrist?” Slowly she offers me her right arm. As I take out the bracelet I see her eyes glimmer with more tears. Breathily, she asks, “For me?” Nodding i clasp it around her wrist. Suddenly standing, she grabs me and holds me tight to her body as she cries. Eventually she lets me go. “I love you.” Seeing the shock play across her face as I say those words to her, words that I haven’t said to anyone after what had happened to me, made me feel warmer. To know that even though we’ve been together for a while, that I could still surprise her was felt awesome. “Stop, you’re going to make me cry again.” I held her hand as she wiped the remaining tears from her face. “The bracelet is beautiful. How long did it take you?” “Meh, four hours? Not that long.” It really hadn’t taken that long, the guide I followed was really detailed and comprehensive. Feeling her free hand rest on my shoulder, I looked up. And went straight into a kiss. She had surprised me by taking the initiative, not that I could reach her without help, but that is beside the point. Wrapping her arms around my waist she pulled me into the air while kissing. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pulled her back in from the first kiss for another. Finally done with that kiss we stared at each other in silence, each waiting for the other to make a move. Grinning, she undid one of her arms and ran hand down my leg. “So this is how you felt all those times you picked me up. A girl could get used to this.” Nodding, because at this point I was already too far gone to speak, I watched as her grin widened. “Bedroom?” “Bedroom!” I barely managed to squeak out.

“On the bed tiny man.” Jumping on the bed immediately after being put down I waited for her next command. “Do I have to command you to strip, or are you going to read the room?” She said already half naked, not that she had much on before. Hurriedly I began taking off clothes, but not fast enough for Jess. She stopped my frantic movements and began tearing my clothes off leaving them in tatters. “There. Glad to see some things didn’t get any smaller.” She said before she pushed me to the middle of the bed. As she crawled onto the bed, I took what little time I had to admire her. She had been pretty before but now she commanded the room in a way she hadn’t before. Maybe it was her size, because she towered over me, but she felt imposing. A bit scary even. I didn’t know what she was going to do, or when she was going to do it. “You. Here. Now.” She said with a few vague gestures towards me and herself. As I approached I considered how she could easily hold me with one arm, and felt my lips dry out. Licking my lips I got within arms reach of her. Suddenly finding myself being held by the throat as she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “Do you know all that I could do to you right now? You are completely at my mercy.” Whimpering, I felt myself melt in her grasp. “Good boy. Just like that. Be good and you’ll get a reward.” Nodding I felt myself jump. “Lay down.” Acquiescing, I lay on the bad as she climbed on top. Looking into her eyes, I noticed that they had lost that characteristic warmth that she always had, and felt chills run down my spine. Slowly, she worked her way down taking her time to treasure every sensation before she bottomed out. She smiled, triumphant. She had never taken me to the base before and was now doing so with ease. “Is that all you got? Is my big strong mean really so small? Is his tiny little girlfriend too much for him to handle?” She said as she began riding me, bracing herself above my head. Thrusting up only meant she came down harder, while just letting her ride meant I was just passively accepting her teasing as the truth. So I began bucking trying to match her but she only got more intense. For every thrust I made, she rode harder and harder until all I could do was just lay there and let her have her way. “That’s right little man. You can’t do anything to me.” Feeling myself grow closer and closer to the point of no return I tried to warn her, but she quickly shut me up by dropping her breasts into my face. “Oh god, you’re so small that I can ride you and have your face in my breasts. Fuck.” Was she getting off on this more than I was? Her weight was only getting more intense as she rode, and it was getting hard to breath. Suddenly I felt her arch as she came, and she came hard. Breathing hard, she was still slowly riding until she came to a stop. Looking down at me with frenzied eyes, she smiled. “You didn’t come first! That earned you a reward.” Smiling she flipped me onto my back with my head in her lap and her hand in mine. Slowly she grabbed ahold, and began stroking. With her other arm she pushed me into her breast. “You wanted them this big. Might as well play with them, right?” Slowly I took her nipple into my mouth. “That’s right. It’s okay to be weak sometimes, especially around me. Okay?” Once I began playing with her nipple, her pace began to pick up. Soon, it was all a blur of pleasure. Except, I still hadn’t finished. “Why aren’t you finishing? You like this right?” Nodding emphatically I felt her movements get more intense as she got angrier. “Then why aren’t you finishing? Normally you come pretty soon after this sta-oh.” Slowly a fiendish smile crept over her face. “It’s okay little one. Let it all out. Let it all out for mommy.” Hearing those words unlocked some secret and suddenly I was tensed up and releasing all over her hand. “Good boy. Let it out just like that.” Slowly I felt my consciousness drift away. The last thing I remember was a kiss and this thought: Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Never Ending // Damiano David

words // around 1400

warnings // angst and it's not proofread very well

pairing // Damiano x GN!Reader, and some EthanxDamiano Bromance

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. FINALLY I POSTED AGAIN OMG!!!!!

request // yes but II could not find the exact one so this is out of memory

summary // Damiano and reader had been together for some time when they realised their relationship is not going very well. A break up was the best idea at the time, but a while later it gets revealed that it’s not.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @justme-and-myobsession @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @atremendousstrawberrycollection @bidet-and-legolas @hiraetheral

It was almost a mutual decision for them to break up. Almost.

The last few months of the relationship had been painful on both of them, but while Damiano was still hopeful that things would look up soon, Y/N was finding it difficult to hold on. The distance and friction had weighed down on his lover significantly, making it hard to get up in the morning, making it a struggle to ever go back home, knowing that the most probable scenario was fighting and sleeping on different sides of the bed. Y/N could not take it anymore, something had to be done.

That night was fateful for the pair. Damiano could still recall all the crying, from both sides, and the yelling, the pleads, oh the pleads! For the first time in his life, the man was pleading, practically on his knees, for some more time. He was persuaded that if they gave it a bit more time it would work out, it always did. He asked time and time again for his love to give them another chance, but, after hearing their struggle and the pain in their voice, he could not deny that the relationship was making his person whither in front of his eyes; and he couldn’t put the person he loves most through so much pain because he did not have the strength to let go, because he was being selfish.

Since the break up Damiano got isolated, struggling to get out of bed, only ever writing lyrics and throwing them away. Sometimes he would cry, but mostly he would smoke. That was his routine for days. His friends had gotten worried, trying to call him and pull him out of that damned room but it did not seem possible. Nothing would work, no food, no drinks, no parties were tempting enough to get him outside. Ethan, being the one to see Damiano most often, could not stand seeing this unfold in front of his eyes and do nothing.

“Damiano!” Ethan’s voice boomed through the apartment, catching Damiano’s attention.

“No,” he called back, his face deep in the pillow, “get out.”

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. Both the man that was currently drowning his emotions in the soft pillow of his bed - oh and how it smelled like them, but also his very own friends. Ethan could feel his heart sink every time he visited.

He had begun doing that since the first few days of the break up. Damiano had rushed to Ethan first, crashing in his couch, sobbing in his friends arms. Seeing the frontman self distract day by day worried him and he simply had to do something before he lost his friend in this mess.

“I’m going nowhere, Dami. Not without you. Get up, we have places to go to. Dress nice.” The determination in his voice and the look he gave the lying man left no place for argument. The singer had to get up, and he had to dress nice.

Thus, he did just that, and in all honesty he enjoyed it. The cool water on his face when he finally washed it after days, or the warm water on his body as he showered - he could feel the knots in his back resolving, calming down the physical pain his heartbreak brought. He felt nicer when he shaved his face, being able to smell his own cologne and aftershave made him feel a bit relaxed. Finally getting into some fresh clothes was possibly the best feeling out of all, like the cherry on top.

He never learned where they were going, until they were already there, and that was possibly the last place he wanted to be in. A party was the last thing he needed, but now it was too late. “Ethan-”

“No, Damiano! Enough! I let you grieve this relationship for far too long. You can not be doing this any more. You have to let go.”

No words, no breath. Nothing could come out of Damiano’s lips but a sigh of defeat. Ethan was right, and both of the men knew it - hell, everyone that saw him knew that.

Inside the house the music was deafening, some random radio pop song was blasted through some surprisingly big speakers, the alcohol was plenty - almost never ending, and the snacks seemed to be greatly appreciated. For the first time in a while, Damiano thought he had a chance to let them go. Alas, fate was not on his side tonight. Within his vicinity was the one person he could not face; Y/N. They were wearing that outfit he loved, the one that made him look at them with googly eyes. They looked beautiful, like a nymph, all dressed up in magic.

The day dream was cut short as Leo approached the two men. Small talk ensued, but nothing too much, he could tolerate that. Mindless things, words about drinks, it was all alright. Until Leo spoke for the last time, “it must be hard that Y/N’s here, man. Sorry for that. I didn’t know. I should have ne-”

“Leo, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known, and I am fine.” His lips said that, but he was now not sure he meant it, while sitting on one of the houses balcony, cigarette in one hand and the ring in the other, the only place where he could take his mind off. So many thoughts went through his head. There was the sadness and the anger. Things were just about to be better, he was planning on making it better. He had already bought an engage-

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” The door took him out of his thoughts, just now making him realise he had tears in his eyes. Quickly he dried them while hidding away the ring, turning around to see the face behind the voice.

“It’s ok- Y/N?”

“Da-damiano? Uhm, hi. Sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No, no, no! Sit! It’s ok. I know parties can get you overwhelmed… It’s ok.”

Neither of the two knew what to say for a second, they only embraced the silence that fell, as if nothing changed, as if they were still together and enjoying each other’s company with no words needed. Damiano was in the corner of the small balcony, leaning on the bars and looking at the restrained view he could get from the house, the cigarette lit up in his hand as he took puffs from it. He was dying inside just like that, his fingers were grazing the ring in his pocket. He could not get rid of it, he could not move without the only good reminder of what he used to have. It was bittersweet; pain and comfort in one little piece of metal and a stone.

Y/N on the other hand was standing by the balcony door, leaning on the sides of it. They were looking at the city lights, moving or not, but it did not calm their mind, that was running with no break. It was all thoughts of the man sitting not even two meters away. It would be a big lie to say that they did not think about him often since the break up - if anything they thought of him more now, regretting every word that came out that night.

Before either of the two could register what was happening Y/N had started crying, silently at first, but the more thoughts they got, the more their body responded with sobs. The sound was heart-shattering, almost like knives, painful enough to make Damiano scared to turn around.

“I should have never done that,” they mumbled, “I-I… I should have never broken up with you, Damiano. Oh god- I haven’t stopped thinking of that-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” the man whispered, quick to move to his feet and embrace his former lover. Oh how he missed this feeling. “I’ve got you,” he continued.

The next few minutes were spent like that: the two embracing each other, Y/N sobbing in the arms of the man they so much desired, incohorable sorrys and such escaping their lips. Damiano would say nothing but quietly shush them, stroking their back softly, until they finally quieted down. His cigarette was long forgotten on the ashtray, all of him being focused on Y/N.

“I am sorry, Damiano… I- I hurt you. A lot.”

“It’s ok-”

“No it’s not! You were doing your best to keep this relationship alive, and I? Well, I gave up," they huffed, arms wrapped around themselves as shivers run down their spine from the current emotions.

“You were in pain, my love. You were struggling. It’s understandable. It’s ok."

"You can love me again? After all that" Y/N asked, almost shocked at the possibility of a positive answer.

"Who said I ever stopped?"

#måneskin #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #måneskin fanfic #måneskin imagine #maneskin #damiano david imagine #damiano david #damiano maneskin

[thebrochtuarachs]

All That Was Good 

A/N: One of my many versions of "What if Jamie and Claire both passed through the stones before Culloden?" stories. This came about just this weekend and my brain would not stop until I wrote it down and shared it with you all. I know the 20-year separation of Jamie and Claire is one of the most used plots in the Outlander-verse (I, for one, am all for it) so here's my wee contribution to it! I'm bad at summaries but hope you like this wee one! As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

AO3

xxxxx

This cannot be it.

As their hands moved closer together to touch the stone, Claire’s heart was feeling a million emotions but her mind was clear with just one thing - Jamie.

This cannot be it.

In the three years they’ve been together, neither of them could’ve known just how much they’d mean to each other, depend on each other, care for each other, let alone, love each other - so deeply and passionately that they were willing to change history if it came to that.

This cannot be it.

“Goodbye, Claire” she felt his breath and lips in her temple as he pulled her closer to him by the waist, desperately trying to keep themselves together for as long as they could and engrain the memory of their bodies molded as one. And in the middle, was the miracle they prayed and hoped for who will never know his father and grow up with a family he deserved.

This cannot be it.

Her fingers can almost feel the roughness of the stone surface and the journey that will follow after. She wanted to turn her head and see his face one last time, beg him to release her from her promise and let her stay in this time. But time was running out. In the last seconds, Claire made her wish known again and again.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Claire expected the deafening buzz that usually came with the stones - but what was new was the blinding light that suddenly seemed to emit from it. She wondered if Jamie could see it since he couldn’t hear the buzz and she  got her confirmation when she heard Jamie exclaim a “What in the devil..?!” just before everything went black.

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The journey to the stones is never easy. It feels like you're being taken apart and then weaved back together. It really takes a toll to the body.

Claire stirred to someone stroking her hair. Once her mind was a little bit more awake, she took a mental stock of herself. She felt whole, alive, and for some reason, she was sitting in some armchair with her head laid down on the table.

She slowly opened her eyes, cautious just in case she got affected somehow by the last light she saw and to prepare herself to know the aftermath of this trip.

“Thank Christ!” was the first sound she heard. “Are ye alright?"

Her mind raced, she needed to respond. In another effort to finally face her reality, she lifted her, fully opened her eyes and saw the two most worried ocean eyes boring straight into hers.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Impossible.

“Ja - Jamie?” she softly called out, a hand unsure to touch his face.

“Aye, tis me, Claire. Do ye remember me? I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me” he replied.

“Jamie, oh my god!” her dizziness forgotten, she quickly stood up as Jamie did too and they held each other so tightly she was sure she couldn’t breath.

She pulled away and started inspecting every part of him she could. “Are you alright? What happened?!”

“I don’t know. All I remember was I brought ye to the stones, we we’re about to touch it when a light beamed through. Next thing I knew, I woke up leaning by that shelf, wearing this clothes, and saw you passed out here.”  Jamie shared.

“So you did see the light too! I haven’t experienced or seen that before so I thought it could’ve been just for me but...here you are.”

“Here I am” he said simply.

As their dizziness wore off and their mind became more rational, they needed to investigate fast on where and when they were.

Claire was wearing a white sleeveless shirtwaist dress, almost similar to the one she was wearing the first time she went through the stones, while Jamie was wearing a navy blue knitted shirt tucked in light brown fitted trousers.

They were definitely not in the 1740s anymore.

They were in an old scottish cottage, though obviously renovated and restored, with most of the items inside looking museum grade. A sign hanged up wrote “Old Leanach Cottage” and below it in smaller letters were the words “Culloden Moor” .

They were at Culloden.

Lastly, together they gravitated towards a notebook, a visitor log, and found that the year was 1948.

They were in Claire’s time.

Stunned and a little bit confused, Jamie and Claire looked at each other as the shock passed through them.

Impossible, indeed.

Claire and Jamie had more questions than answers and the place they currently were seemed different that what Claire was used to so both of them are pretty much out of place until they knew more about their present lives.

“Whatever this is, whatever has happened” Jamie’s firm voice broke the ice. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay.” Claire replied. The unknowns were endless but with the strength of having Jamie by her side, there was nothing much to fear. “Of course” Claire nodded surely and then leaned her face to Jamie’s for a single deep kiss.

There’s always something that stirs between them whenever they kiss and they both smile at the fact that that feeling hasn’t gone away. Whatever they need it to be, it will be that. And right now, this kiss was a kiss of love, gratitude, comfort, and security.

Just as they were to pull away, they heard voices outside the cottage call for them.

“Jamie, Clare, are you guys finished?” a man’s voice asked.

Surprised by the interaction, Jamie’s first action was to protect Claire. His hands automatically reached out to his side where his sgian dubh always reside but he grasped for nothing in the air. Another reminder that they were in a different time.

“Jamie, those voices…”

“D’ye know them, Sassenach?”

Claire shook her head. Her mind was swirling - the voices we’re so familiar, she was sure she knew them - but she couldn’t put a name or a face.

“Come on, you two! Chop, chop! We still have a 3-hour ride ahead of us.” a woman’s voice followed.

“Should we just head out and see?” she asked. Jamie shrugged in agreement, took Claire’s hand, and led them out of the cottage.

Nothing could’ve prepared either of them for what was to happen next. They were both frozen in place as a couple turned around and in front of them is Henry and Julia Beauchamp.

“There you are!” Julie exclaimed. “What took you so long? We thought you’re only signing the visitor’s log book”. She noticed their confused looks, and slowly reached out a hand. “Are you guys...okay?”

Without another thought, Claire gravitated towards her parents and pulled her mother to a tight embrace and cried.

“Mama” Claire said softly.

“You haven’t called me that in a long time” Julie replied, hugging her daughter back. She pulled her daughter back when she felt a wetness in her shoulder. “Why are you crying?”

Claire didn’t reply but went to her dad and hugged him just as tight.  “While I do love this,” Henry began, “I’m not sure what’s going on.” He patted her back, “Claire?”

“I’m sorry, I…” Claire started to think of an explanation while wiping her eyes and fixing herself up. “I just missed you so much”

There was so much more she wanted to say, just in case this was all a dream, but her last words summarized what was at the core of it all.

“I know, we missed you guys too. It’s been almost a month since we got together and this is a little overdue. Do you think you can make it back the car, though? I really don’t want to miss lunch.” Henry teased.

“Let’s go! I don’t want to be late. You know how strict Brian and Ellen are with the lunch schedule. Last time we missed it, there were hardly any food left.” Julia followed.

It was Jamie’s turn to feel more disbelief. “I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t know how we found his voice but, at the moment, his mind had  life of its on and the words came flying out.

“What do you mean ‘what’? We’re on our way to see your parents at Lallybroch, James.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #henry beauchamp #julia beauchamp #henry x julie #brian fraser #ellen fraser #brian x ellen #canon divergent au #alternate universe #i dont know if this should be multichapter #hmmmm #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #sam x cait #samcait #sam cait #mia writes #all that was good #ATWG

[parksunghoonbro]

come here》 p.sh {pt.3}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!stepbrother!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader                   (some chaebol!bestfriend!soobin x reader)

<3 genre: angst, fluff

<3 warning: sunghoon gets jealous, he is unwillingly an asshole, making out, mentions of love (sorry if any of you guys are triggered by anything else)

<3 word count: 1.9k 

<3 summary: park sunghoon, the most popular rich boy around town, who you are super attracted to becomes your stepbrother. what happens when you realize that he is also extremely attracted to you?

<3 xtra stuff: Soobin is the same age as Sunghoon. They are both 20 while y/n is 18 (2 years older). If you guys have watched Tempted/The Great Seducer y/n and soobin’s hang out is inspired by Shihyun, Sooji, and Sejoo’s (the three friend’s) hideout. (Soobin and y/n have been friends since y/n was born. Like 2-year old Soobin held y/n when she was a newborn)

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You wake up to being surrounded by a comforting warmth. You felt Sunghoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your face against his chest. After a couple of minutes of admiring the face of the man in front of you, you remember that you had an appointment with your stylist at 10:00 to plan an outfit for an event that your mother’s company has every year. It currently was 8:13, so you tried to squee yourself out of Sunghoon’s tight hold. Finally being able to sit up you were about to get out of his bed, but you suddenly felt two strong arms pull you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon asked in his raspy morning voice. “I have to get ready to meet with my stylist later.” You responded snuggling back into his hold. Sunghoon groaned softly shoving his pace into the crook of your neck smelling your addictive scent. “Just cancel and stay with me,” Sunghoon whined. You wish you could stay but you had to go. This event was a pretty big one. ”What are you meeting your stylist for anyways?” Sunghoon asked curiously. “My mom has this big event that she hosts every year and I need to go to a fitting for the brand I am representing today.” You answered in a soft tone. Sunghoon thought for a little and then jokingly asked with a small chuckle, ”So who’s gonna be the lucky man who gets to be your date?” You suddenly remembered something. You were going to have a date! You blanked out wondering who it was this year. Of course, you wanted it to be Sunghoon, but it was obviously not him. the Assuming from a joking tone you’re sure that he doesn’t know that you’re going to have a date. “I don’t need a date.” You said with a flip of your hair. “I’m perfectly fine by myself.” Sunghoon grinned, “That’s my girl” After cuddling a bit more you finally got out of the bed and got ready. «───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────────» Arriving at the salon you met your stylist. “Y/N!” You heard your names being called so you turned around. “Sohee unnie!” Your stylist of 8 years smiled. “Are you ready for this?” You smiled,”Yup! I’m ready” After hours and hours of looking over dresses, makeup, and hairstyles you finally finished your look. Since you were done you started to pack up. “Oh right! Before you go I have to tell you who your date is!“ Yoy looked back in anticipation of who it was although you already had someone you were almost 100% sure who it was and Sohee continued,”You’re date this year is the one and only Choi Soobin as always.” Yup. That’s right. Your date and the person you were expecting was Choi Soobi, your date since you were children. Choi Soobin was your best friend and although he lives in Jeju now you guys are still very close. He comes and visits every once in a while for events, meetings, and of course just to see his best friend of 17 years. When you finished your small conversation with Sohee you went home.

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Walking through the door all you saw was darkness. The lights were off. No one was home. You wondered where Sunghoon was, but you didn’t worry because it was only 5:30 pm.

-2:00 am-

Its already 2:00 am and Sunghoon isn’t home yet. You’ve called him a couple times and he didn’t pick up. You were worried sick and you were waiting on the couch.

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It was the next morning and you woke up in your bed with the amazing feeling of warmth next to you. You smiled Sunghoon was home. You turned around and saw Sunghoon looking back at you. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer to kiss your forehead. “Why did you wait for my love? When I got home you were asleep on the couch in your clothes and without a blanket! I was so worried that you were gonna get sick.” You put your hands on his stomach and started to touch it. “I was worried!” Sunghoon had an amused face by now, “Worried enough to fall asleep?” “Shut up” You answered back. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?” You panicked and jumped out of bed. Sunghoon laughed at you and stood up. “Let’s get ready and eat breakfast.”  After getting ready you came down to the kitchen to see Sunghoon already sitting at the table with breakfast ready waiting for you. “Where are you going today?” Sunghoon stroked your head, ”Yesterday my stylist informed me that I would be attending your mom’s event. Today I have a fitting.” You smiled and shortly after it faded. You realized that he would have to have a date. Everyone brought a date that their stylist chooses and of course sometimes with the assistance of the person, but the thing that irked you the most was that his date wasn’t going to be you and it would be some other girl. Sunghoon noticed the change and mood and asked why you were upset. “What do you mean? I am not upset.” You said in a normal tone. Raising his eyebrows in confusion Sunghoon decided to not ask questions and answer with a simple “ok”. After a breakfast of hand-holding and flirting Sunghoon left.

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Being at home alone was becoming a little boring. You thought it was surprising that you weren’t enjoying it because you’re a homebody, but maybe it was because you had spent so much time with Sunghoon. You were about to go out alone, but suddenly your phone rang. You checked the caller id. 🐰Binnie 🐰. Soobin was calling you. You excitedly picked up the phone. 

“Soobin! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I heard auntie is getting married again. Are you okay cutie?”

“Yeah, I guess. Surprisingly I hope this marriage doesn’t last.”

“Why? Isn’t your mom getting married to Park Sungho, Park Sunghoon’s dad?

“That’s why Soobin!”

“Ohhh. Even though you don’want them to last they seemed pretty happy Y/N. I met your mom and Mr. Park in Jeju before I left.”

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish. WAIT rewind. You are in Seoul!?”

“Yes, dummy when am I ever not in Seoul before the gala? I have moved away from you for 2 years already and you haven’t remembered my schedule.”

“Well Soobin I am a busy girl”

“More like distracted. But let’s meet up now. I wanna hang out with my date!”

“Hmph. Alright, let’s meet. Our place?”

“Of course see you there”

“Bye”

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-Flashback-

(7th grade y/n)

“Soobin look at it! It is perfect!” you exclaimed looking at the place in front of you. You guys’ mothers had built a hang out for you and Soobin in a secret room behind a big painting on the first floor of their newly merged company building. “It is. This is our place from now on!” Soobin said back providing the same energy. 

Soon even as you guys grew older it stayed as you guys’ place where no one else knew the password and was allowed not even your parents. It became a comfortable place for both of you guys where you guys would go to find each other no matter what.

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-At the Hideout-

“Soobin? Come out! I know you’re in here” You stated in a loud voice. “Boo!” “AHHH!” Soobin laughed at you until he was on the ground. “Choi Soobin you’re dead!” You said annoyed. Soobin realized that he had messed up and ran for his life up the stairs to the loft. You chased after him. When you got to the too you couldn’t see him. Then all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms pin your hands to your back. “Ha! Got you!” Soobin said with his signature smile. He let you go and hugged you which you gladly returned. You guys hung out for the rest of the day getting food, shopping, and playing video games in the hang-out. What felt like 10 minutes was 10 hours. You didn’t realize it but soon it was 1 am. Soobin looked at the clock and his eyes widened, “I should get you home now little one. It is late.” You looked at the clock shocked, ”Yes, I should get home now.” You guys turned off the TV and the lights and started to walk home. Yes, walk home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with you and Soobin. Starting in high school you guys would always hang out until late into the night and walk home even though you only had to have one call to get home by car. Your houses were close to the hangout and it gave you a taste of what it felt like to live like normal kids. Not heirs to big companies, not kids who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, not brand ambassadors, just normal kids. You have always felt safe around Soobin. Soobin was your haven and will always be your haven.

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When you guys got to your house Soobin walked you to your door and you hugged him bye as always. Not until you get to the door did you start worrying about Sunghoon. Unlocking the door, you quietly took off your shoes and started into the house. Not even getting halfway to your room you were stopped by a fuming Sunghoon. “What were you doing out this late!? I was worried sick! And who was that guy who walked you through the door!?” You were taken aback. Sunghoon had never raised his voice at you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable you answered in a nervous, small voice. Studdering you said, ”M-my friend came back from Jeju to visit. We were just hanging out.” Sunghoon in a loud and intimidating voice said, “There is no reason for you to be hanging out this late! Especially with another boy. Are you even hanging out!? What if you’re doing something else? You said you wanted to see where things go with us, baby!” “How could you say that?” Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you ran into your room and started sobbing. Realizing that he had hurt you Sunghood ran upstairs. Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt hit his heart hearing your sobs outside of your room. He knocked on the door. “C-come in,” you said quietly from inside your room. “Oppa is sorry princess. I just got worried and jealous and I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t be upset with me.” Sunghoon said his eyes brimming with tears seeing how he had hurt you. “It’s okay oppa. I understand.” You said as you came closer to him cuddling into his side. He grabbed you tightly and pulled you into his chest as he laid next to you. Sunghoon suddenly had an urge to kiss you, so he landed his lips on yours, and you guys passionately made out until one of you guys had to pull away for air. “I love you princess.” Sunghoon seriously stated. “I love you too, oppa.” you said back, and that night you guys fell asleep happily and full of love.

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#sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon series #come here》 p.sh

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - When you suddenly hold his hand

Original title: 当你突然握住他的手

Original author: 池离子

[ VICTOR ]

You’re sitting on the sofa while Victor’s next to you, looking through documents.

Peering at Victor, you watch as he pores over the documents very seriously - so seriously that he doesn't even notice you staring at him. Carefully admiring him from head to toe, your eyes finally land on Victor’s hand.

His hand is much larger than yours. Looking at your own small and petite hands, you find them adorable and a perfect match for Victor’s well-defined hands. Reaching out, you place your hand atop the hand that he’s using to hold the documents. 

He turns to glance at you, realising that you’re staring at his hand. In response, he swaps the documents to his other hand, freeing the hand that’s held by you.

“You’ve already had one pudding tonight. There isn’t a second one."

You swat his hand angrily.

"What? In your eyes, is everything I do linked to pudding?”

He’s taken aback slightly, but eventually returns his gaze to the document.

You spread his hand flat, then put your own hand on it. One big and one small - a good fit. You can feel the warmth of his palm. This hand held yours at the dance, held your waist in the ski resort, and wiped cream from the corner of your mouth. Thinking about it, you unfurl your hand before clutching Victor’s tightly.

Victor’s eyes never leave the document, but he returns your grip with equal force.

Your hand is delicate and small. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, and the ticklish sensation makes you stifle your laughter. Despite wanting to pull your hand away, he doesn't let you go. Instead, he tightens his grip, as though fearing that you’d pull your hand away from his.

"Don’t move.”

“In this lifetime... you can’t leave.”

-

[ GAVIN ]

Gavin is watching TV with you, the both of you huddled in a corner of the sofa, squished into a small ball. Your head is resting on his shoulder, and your hands are on your kneecaps. A faint light has been purposefully left on in the room to prevent it from being in complete darkness, and also to set the ambience.

Your gaze shifts from the boring advertisement to Gavin, and see that his hand is on his leg.

You’re suddenly struck with a mischievous idea.

You place your small and delicate hand on the back of Gavin’s. Noticing your action, he lowers his head slightly and asks if something’s wrong.

Ignoring him, you continue playing with his hand, feeling the rough callouses on it from years of wielding a gun. After giving them careful touches, you burrow your own hand underneath Gavin’s. With this, your hand makes direct contact with his leg.

Gavin doesn’t say a word. You can sense that he’s gradually tightening his grip on your hand. He’s exerting pressure, but is in control to ensure that he isn’t grasping your hand too tightly. He wraps your small hand in his large palm. His heartbeat seems to be following his palm, sending you a steady stream of signals.

Lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are fixed on the TV, and his ears have turned crimson.

Using your free hand, you reach out to touch his ear. It’s terribly hot.

“Gavin, your ears are so red and warm...”

Gavin turns to face you.

“Cough. That’s because... you lighted the fire...”

-

[ LUCIEN ]

You’ve come to Lucien’s laboratory to pick him up from work. By this time, Lucien should have already hung up his white coat, and should be sitting on his office chair, grinning as you rush in with snacks you bought along the way. But today, when you rush in with the egg tart you purchased, the white lab coat is still on Lucien. He sits before the laptop, holding some documents while perusing through them.

"You’re here? Sorry, there was a little issue at work today. I'm currently looking for the cause of it. You might have to wait a while. I'll be done as soon as possible.”

You nod, placing the egg tart on his table. Shifting a chair over, you sit beside him.

Lucien always smells good, you think to yourself. There’s always a cool and fragrant scent on him, but you’ve never seen him spraying cologne. The flowers at home don’t have this scent either. Giving him a careful whiff, you can’t guess what it is.

You haven’t seen Lucien in an entire day! Right now, you really need a Lucien-recharge, so you stand up to move behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bury your face in his white coat, one hand hanging loosely in front of his chest. He isn’t too surprised, nor is he caught off guard. After all, you’ve used this trick many times, and he’s grown used to it.

Inhaling Lucien’s scent deeply, you find that he’s really nice to smell. Lucien seems to be tickled by your breath. He chuckles lightly while giving the arm in front of him a gentle pet. You grab his hand.

"Lulu... how much longer will you take?”

He grips your hand tightly, as though he’s giving you a response.

“Ten minutes. Just wait for a little longer. I’ll be done soon, okay?”

With this, he brings your hand to his lips, giving the back of your hand a gentle kiss.

This action flusters you so much that you want to find a hole to burrow into. Although you hurriedly attempt to withdraw your hand, Lucien’s stronger than you, and he clasps your hand tightly, giving it another firm kiss.

As though succumbing to fate, you slump against his neck, putting your arms around his neck.

Even though you can’t see your own expression, your face has already started to feel warm, and your ears are probably red to their tips as well.

"You must be feeling shy. Let me see...” After saying this, he turns his head.

“Don’t look!" You mumble, burying your face in the shoulder of his white coat.

-

[ KIRO ]

The two of you have just finished a game, and are slumped on two beanbags next to each other, surrounded by potato chips and soda. Kiro tosses the controller to the side, then leans against you coquettishly.

"Miss Chips is too good at playing! I can't beat her at all! I’m not playing anymore! It’s so embarrassing!”

You rub the golden head that has leaned over. His hair is so soft. For a moment, you even feel like you’re petting a large golden retriever.

You glance at the controller which has been thrown onto the carpet. Eyes shifting upwards, you see a pair of hands that you’re highly envious of.

He’s a celebrity, so of course it’s very important to have a pair of nice-looking hands. Kiro has taken off his ring. Originally, his hands are thin, long and pale, and the part where he often wears the ring is even more tender. You look at your own hands. As compared to Kiro’s, you probably aren’t even considered a female.

Brimming with jealousy, you slowly stroke the back of his hand. The delicateness of Kiro’s hand is just like yours.

"Miss Chips..."

You hear him calling you like this, but you have no intention of responding. You simply rely on your courage to continue. You put your hand in his palm and look at him, anticipating his next move.

Kiro is fascinated by the huge watery eyes you’re giving him, and immediately grabs your hand.

"I knew it... You’re just as hungry as I am, aren’t you? Let's find something to eat! There’s never enough snacks!”

"?"

He gets up quickly and grips your hand tightly, trying to pull you up too.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you!"

You look up at him as he radiates with light, and release a chuckle.

"Okay, okay!”

Borrowing his strength, you stand up as well. The two of you walk to the kitchen while grinning and swinging each others’ hands like little children.

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[ SHAW ]

It's too hot. Surviving the summer is going to be difficult.

The air conditioner at home is broken, and you’re still sweating despite wearing a blouse. Shaw steps out of the kitchen with a large glass of iced cola in his hand. Judging by the volume, it’s clear that he mixed Cola and Sprite again. 

He sits next to you, gulping it down, and you watch as water vapour surrounds and the glass. it must have been chilled. You’re going crazy from the heat, so you unfurl your hand in front of him, indicating that he had better give you a sip of the iced cola.

Instead, this ignorant man put his hand on yours. Not only is there no cola to drink, but it’s also warm.

"Stinky Brother, I asked you to give me a sip, not your hand." You swat his hand away, moving forward to snatch the cola in his other hand.

"Hey hey hey Mary Sue, be careful. I mixed two soft drinks in this. Don't spill it on me..."

Shaw knows that you genuinely can’t stand the heat, so he doesn’t tease you this time. Instead, he obediently places the cup in the palm of your hand. The wall of the cup is icy cold, and it’s so comfortable that you want to stick your face against it.

You take a small sip, and the cooling sensation fills your mouth, and your mood becomes exponentially better. Filled with a sudden impulse, you reach out, grabbing Shaw’s hand tightly.

You expected Shaw to respond by returning your grip.

But Shaw is Shaw, and he’s always testing your patience.

"Oh? Auntie, you maintain your skin pretty well for someone who has reached middle-age... tsk tsk tsk.” He speaks, lifting your hand up and scrutinising it.

"You brat. I’m right here, so you better cleanse your mouth...”

With the cola in one hand, you try to retract the other.

Not caring that it’s warm, Shaw grasps your hand tightly, uttering a casual apology. On account of the cola, you decide not to hold a grudge against him.

"Mary Sue, save me some. Don't drink it all." Shaw leans over, and the only thing separating your faces is the glass.

“Also, let’s head out later. Your hand’s really empty... I need to get you some jewellery... Do you like rings?”

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池离子: OK! Just state that the source is LOFTER池离子. Also, if you’ve posted it, could you also take a screenshot for me? No need for the whole thing - just a little will do!

#mlqc #cheri shortcake

[immabethehero]

Henrik but he’s Baymax

Hey so! A little while ago on a discord server, I suddenly came up with the idea of Henrik as Baymax, and this story spawned from it. Should I make more content for it, I’ll call it Henrik Healthcare Provider.

CW: Death mention, food mention, self-neglect and slight starvation, coma mention, hospital mention

@leobashi I know you were excited about this!

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Chase lies in bed, his arms wrapped around a pillow as he stares blankly at the wall. The curtains are closed, only bits of sunshine peeking through. A plate of cold, untouched food sits on his desk. He can’t remember how long it’s been since he last slept or moved. He sighs and closes his eyes. Maybe this time he won’t get nightmares.

Someone knocks on the door. Chase keeps his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He hears someone open the door. A waft of eggs, bacon and hashbrowns fills the stuffy room.

“Morning, Chase,” a voice whispers. It’s Marvin bringing him food today. Chase wills him to put the food down and leave.

He hears steps and the plate being set down, but instead of closing the door, he hears footsteps coming toward him, and then a weight beside him on the bed. A hand gently strokes his hair.

“You should come down soon. The others miss seeing you,” Marvin says. “Sleep well, Chase. I hope you feel better soon.” The weight disappears and Chase hears the door close.

Chase groans and sits up, his body aching from lying still for too long. He supposes he should get outside his room soon. It’s what Jack would want him to do.

Chase’s stomach drops and his eyes water as soon as the thought enters his head. He misses Jack so much. His roommate, his rock, his best friend. It has been two weeks since the fire that had rendered Jack unconscious when he ran in to save their robotics professor. The building had exploded in flames, and while Jack was rescued by firefighters and immediately rushed to the hospital, their professor was not so lucky. Jack now resides in the hospital, bandages covering nasty burn wounds, and a breathing tube up his nose. Chase visits whenever he can, saying hello and catching him up on life, before leaving to lie in bed until the next time he could see him.

Chase slowly stands up and stumbles over to his wardrobe. He opens it and begins rummaging through for clean pants to wear. He grabs a pair of navy jeans and slams the drawer on his finger.

“OW!” Chase yelps, yanking his finger out and holding it close. He groans in pain, holding his finger. 

Suddenly, he hears a beeping sound from behind him and the sound of something stirring to life. He turns around and gasps as two ice blue eyes stare back at him.

“Who are you?!” Chase demands, his voice hoarse from disuse.

A figure steps out from the dark shadows of the room, the sunlight peeking out from behind the blinds shining on a human body. 

Chase makes out a man with soft brown hair, a light blue shirt and khakis underneath a white doctor’s coat. The man observes Chase with a friendly expression on his face. A very small pair of glasses sits on his nose. They look more like two connected dots. The man lifts his hand robotically and waves.

“Hello, I am Henrik, your personal healthcare companion,” he says. His voice is soft with a German accent.

“Henrik! I didn’t know you were still active,” Chase says, shocked. He had almost forgotten Jack bringing home his creepy, life-sized robot doctor. Jack had worked for a whole 6 months on the robot, fitting him up with over 1000 healthcare protocols and procedures. At the cry of “ow”, the robot awakens.

“I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?” Henrik asks, tilting his head.

“I just pinched my finger, I’ll be alright,” Chase says, shrugging.

Henrik blinks and his glasses project a screen in the air. Ten faces appear, each with a number. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”

“Zero? I’m fine, it’s already gone,” Chase says. “You can go back to sleep now.”

Henrik leans over to inspect the wound. “Does it hurt when I touch it?” he asks as he lifts his hand up.

“Please do not touch me,” Chase snaps, stepping back. Henrik ignores him, stepping closer to see his finger. Chase stumbles and falls backwards into the space between the wardrobe and the wall.

Henrik stares down at him, expression still neutral. “You have fallen.”

“You think?” Chase scoffs. He grabs a shelf to pull himself up, only for the shelf to break and trinkets to slide down on him. All the while, Henrik asks,

“On a scale of-”

“OW!”

“On a scale of-”

“AGH!”

“On a scale of-”

“Eugh!”

“On a scale of on-”

A particularly heavy trophy lands on Chase’s tenders. He emits a high pitched cry.

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?”

“Zero,” Chase squeaks, holding his sore tenders.

Henrik pulls Chase out of the rubble and hugs him tightly. “It is alright to cry. Crying is a natural response to pain.”

Chase pulls himself out of Henrik’s grip. “I’m not crying!”

“I will scan you for injuries,” Henrik says.

“Don’t scan me,” Chase orders.

Henrik blinks. “Scan complete.”

“Unbelievable.”

“You have sustained no injuries, but you lack necessary nutrients in your body. Have you eaten today?”

“Yes,” Chase snaps. Right on cue, his stomach growls. He sighs.

Henrik does not react in the slightest. Marvin or Jameson would have shaken their heads, Jackie and Jack would have immediately run off to grab Chase a snack. Instead, Henrik looks around the room, before taking notice of the food on Chase’s desk. He walks over and bends down.

“Someone has left you some food. You should eat,” Henrik finally says.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have not eaten in a while, you must do so before you faint from hunger and dizziness. I will warm up your food.” Henrik rubs his hands together and hovers them over the food. Chase stares incredulously. He didn’t know Henrik could do that.

“Uh, it’s alright, I’ve already had enough.”

“Your diet and nutrient history says otherwise.”

“Smartass.”

“Your food is warm now. Enjoy your meal.” Henrik stands up and backs up to let Chase sit down and eat. Chase refuses to move.

“You must eat, Chase. It is not healthy to neglect your stomach and diet. You will not feel well and any task you put your mind to will be finished inadequately.”

Chase sighs and sits down, taking the fork and stabbing his omelette with it, then shoving it in his mouth. He glares at Henrik. “Happy?”

“Are you happy?” Henrik shoots back, face neutral as always.

Marvin would have stormed out in frustration by now, Jackie would have left to let him cool down. Jameson would have sat down to read, staying only to make sure Chase finished his meal, a look of annoyance on his face. In the months that Chase has seen the robot awake, Henrik has never shown any emotion. He never told Jack, but it unnerves him to no end.

“No? Yes? I don’t know,” Chase says.

“How does the food taste?” Henrik asks.

“It’s alright,” Chase says, moving on to the bacon. “You want some?”

“I am a robot. I cannot eat,” Henrik reminds him. Henrik smiles for the first time. Chase relaxes a little. Maybe he does have emotions.

“Right, sorry. Didn’t mean to offend you,” Chase says.

“I am a robot. I cannot be offended,” Henrik says.

Chase can’t help but laugh. It startles him a little. He hasn’t laughed in a while. Henrik tilts his head in confusion. His expression only makes Chase laugh more.

The door suddenly swings open and Jackie, Marvin and Jameson all run in.

“We heard a bang, are you alright?” Jameson signs, worried. Chase nods, still laughing.

“Oh, you’re smiling again, Chase. I haven’t seen you smile in such a long time,” Marvin remarks.

Jackie observes Henrik, who gives him a quick look and says, “I sense your temperature is higher than normal. Are you feeling well?”

“Absolutely…” Jackie responds, only half-paying attention. “Chase, who is this?”

“Henrik, Jack’s robot that he’s been working on. He’s a robotic nurse.”

“I am equipped with over 1000 healthcare procedures and protocols. Jack made me in the hopes of helping people access quicker healthcare,” Henrik explains.

“He looks amazing!” Jameson exclaims. “It’s amazing what mankind can do with technology!”

Henrik watches as Jameson lifts his arm up to examine him. “Your neurotransmitter levels indicate that you are happy.”

“I am!” Jameson says. “Wait, how does he know sign language?”

“Jack programmed me to understand up to 100 languages, including BSL, your current language,” Henrik says.

“Amazing! Imagine how many people Henrik can help!” Jameson cries in delight, clapping his hands.

“How did he get in your room? I thought he was back at the workshop,” Marvin says.

“Jack brought him home because they needed space,” Chase says. “Our own garage was filled with my own project, so I let him take my room for the meantime.”

“Where is Jack?” Henrik suddenly asks. “He is usually with me when I am awake.”

The atmosphere in the room immediately sullens. Chase sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

“He’s... in the hospital,” he says.

“Is he alright? When will he return?” Henrik asks.

“When he wakes up. He’s in a coma.”

“Oh.” Henrik’s face remains neutral. Chase scowls at the robot’s lack of emotion.

“Yeah.”

“I am sorry to hear that. But with patience and enough healing, I am sure he will awaken,” Henrik says.

“That’s what the doctors keep telling us,” Marvin says, hugging himself.

Henrik walks over to the computer and puts his hand on it. His glasses project a screen and images fly by.

“What are you doing?” Jackie asks.

“I am downloading information on comas and its effects on both patients and family members of patients,” Henrik says. “Information dictates that visiting the patient regularly can help improve the probability of the patient waking up.”

“I know that,” Chase says. “I’ve been doing that all week.”

“Physical and verbal reassurance can help loved ones cope with the current state of the patient,” Henrik continues. He crosses over to Chase and hugs him, the movement stiff but welcoming. Chase awkwardly leans into the hug.

“Everything will be alright. There, there,” Henrik soothes, patting his head. Chase chuckles.

“Thanks, Henrik. It’s appreciated.”

Henrik nods and pulls away. “If there is anything else you need, I will be nearby. But for now, I cannot deactivate until you say you are satisfied with your care.”

“Already? You just woke up,” Jackie protests.

“I do not see a reason for me to be here at the very moment. I am simply taking up space.”

Jackie’s heart sinks a little for the robot. Even though Henrik meant it in very different circumstances, Jackie can’t help being reminded of the thousand times his human friends have said that. He gently grabs the robot’s arm.

“Why don’t you stay out a little longer? We’d love to give you a tour of the house,” he suggests.

Chase raises an eyebrow. “We?”

“Will that help improve your mental state?” Henrik asks.

“Maybe?” Jackie says. The other shrug.

Henrik blinks. “Alright then. Lead the way.”

Jackie walks out, Marvin and Jameson following behind him. Henrik begins to exit, but hesitates when he sees Chase remain where he is.

“Are you not coming?” Henrik asks.

“I think I’ll pass. I’ve seen the house before.”

“Some exercise and fresh air will improve your health, both physically and mentally.”

“You don’t give up easily, do you?”

“Come outside, Chase. Today’s weather is a high of 20 degrees with sunshine. You might enjoy it.”

Chase sighs and stands up, taking the plate with him. “Coming.”

Henrik smiles once more. “Good.”

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#apparently i can write #writing #immabethehero #writersofjack #writers of jack #dr. schneeplestein #chase brody #jacksepticeye #big hero 6 #henrik healthcare provider

[sugarandspice-games]

Lucifer comforts an abused MC with a PTSD flashback

Wooo! Our first ever imagine! This one ended up being really long, so I’m sorry about that. If anyone else would like to request one, please read here!

[TW: PTSD, depression, allusions and mentions to past emotional and physical abuse plus quotes from abusers]

The week was... rough, to say the least. The blustering cold of winter started to encroach on the crisp air of fall, which meant that midterm exams were creeping closer. The lessons, which you had once found fun, started to get tiring since it was an endless slog of reviewing for the big test coming up.

Furthermore... you missed everyone. The brothers, Solomon, Simeon, Luke... Lucifer. It seemed that, because everyone was either studying (or preparing for the post-exam party) nobody had any time for you. You were lonely and depressed.

So, even though you wanted to do well on the test, your heart just wasn’t in your studies. It got to the point where you spent more and more time alone in your room, sleeping until you couldn’t sleep anymore. You even started zoning out during classes, which resulted in one or two teachers snapping at you. Some students also remarked that you were useless, as the only human student with no magic... a lot of them gossipped that you were only there because Lucifer liked you, which got back to him.

Eventually, enough was enough. The rumors compounded upon his worry, and he decided it was time to pay you a visit in your room on Saturday night.

You didn’t have any classes that day, so you were laying in your bed, scrolling on your phone, when you heard the knock at your door. It sounded... rather harsh compared to the usual rapping on your door, so you tensed. Something was wrong.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open. Lucifer stood in the doorway, his eyebrows knit together in a stern expression, and he sighed.

“Sit up.”

You groaned, pushing yourself away from the comforting warmth of your mattress, the heat tempting you to flop back down... but you managed, the blankets falling off of your shoulders.

“We need to have a serious discussion about your... lack of effort.”

Your heart and your eyes burned at his words, your face going pale. Luckily, your cheeks still felt dry, but you trembled as you spoke.

“I’m... sorry. I know I haven’t been trying as hard as I could have.” You fall silent, not able to say much more.

“Then why aren’t you making more of an effort?” He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Really, MC. I don’t want you to be unprepared for your midterms, but it seems that I’m alone in that desire. You’ve barely left your room or touched your textbooks. You should study in the library instead of your room if you get distracted by the urge to sleep. I already have enough trouble trying to get my brothers to pay attention. I don’t want to have to worry about you as well.”

“I’m...”

“I don’t want you to apologize again, I want you to work harder. I’m very disappointed in you.”

You were already zoning out again, but that final comment was the nail in your coffin. Your grip on reality finally snapping as your eyes lost focus, your mind drifted off to a dark place from your past, and before you could understand what was happening, you could no longer sense Lucifer or your current surroundings, only the cruel words from others you loathed to remember-- the ones you couldn’t help but remember:

“You’re such a useless, clumsy moron! This is why nobody wants to be around you!”

“I wish you would just die.”

“Why can’t you pay attention to anything? Is your brain broken or something? Nobody likes broken people.”

“You disgust me. You make me want to hit you. Do you want that?! Do you want me to hurt you?!”

But the worst echoed in your head over, and over, and over again.

“I’m disappointed in you. I can’t believe I made the mistake of thinking you were better than that.”

Your lip trembled as you finally managed to speak, in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“P-please... st...stop...”

Lucifer rambled for awhile, mostly giving you advice on how you could improve in your studies, but he finally paused when he heard you whimper. He came closer, but you didn’t react to his towering presence. Your eyes looked wild and unfocused, and he cleared his throat.

“Excuse me? I didn’t hear what you said.”

You didn’t respond, still caught up in the painful memories.

“MC? Are you paying attention?”

Still nothing. And that’s when he saw it-- your skin losing its normal healthy hue, looking slightly grey and your quivering fingertips digging into your biceps.

“Oh... what have I done?”

Lucifer’s mind screamed at him to do something, anything, berated him for being so harsh to you. He knew you had a history with abuse before you came to the Devildom; he took you to one of the counselors at RAD when you experienced a similar flashback before. What he failed to notice was how on-edge you had been the whole week.

And oh, he could understand. The harsh environment that his ‘Father’ provided him, the pressure to be heaven’s perfect angel... he had experienced similar, though not quite the same. But he often fell back into old habits, pressuring everyone else to be perfect as well so that they wouldn’t be punished, even if there was no risk of that here.

Finally making himself focus on the situation at hand, he tried to remember what humans needed to ground themselves. Since you couldn’t see or hear him, he’d need something you could touch, or possibly smell. He took his cloak from his shoulders and draped it over yours, placing some of the soft, velvety fabric over your fingers and letting the fur collar tickle your cheek. The spicy scent from his cologne drifted over your nose, and you could feel the comforting, warm weight against you.

You blinked. And for a second that seemed to last an hour, you stared blankly ahead, finally getting a grasp of your surroundings before your gaze drifted down to Lucifer, who knelt at your bedside. His hand clasped around your thigh to steady you in case you were dizzy.

“I...” you began, but he cut you off.

“Please, do not apologize,” he said, “I am the one who is sorry. I was the one who was not paying attention... to you, or anything else. I was... worried that you would fail, and irrational as it may be to fear that, I was afraid you would get hurt if you did. I should not have been so harsh.”

Your eyes finally filled with tears, and you sobbed. Lucifer pushed himself onto your bed, holding you tightly in his arms.

“I-I just... I was doing the best I could, but I can’t focus and I-I... everyone is too busy, and I can’t talk to anyone! A-a-and then you said you were disappointed... Do you hate me?” you cried, clinging to him and soaking his shirt with tears and snot.

He ignored the mess and gently stroked your hair, cuddling you against him.

“Of course I don’t hate you, and I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it. I could never hate someone that I love, no... someone I adore so much. My heart belongs to you, as yours does to me.” He placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head, trying to stifle his own tears. He had really hurt you, hadn’t he? And yet, you were the one worrying if he hated you... “I am sorry. I love you so much. I will try to spend more time with you if you are lonely, and perhaps I can help you if you cannot focus on your studies. We could review together, if you would like.”

You nod, too teary and shaky to form words as you snuggle against him. You both stay like that for a long time, tangled around each other in your bed, before you spent the rest of the night in his room, listening to music together and relaxing while he stroked and kissed you.

Tomorrow, he would help you get caught up on your studies, but tonight, he cared about nothing but showing you how much he loved you, even if people in your life before you came to the Devildom failed to do so.

#obey me #obey me imagines #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me: one master to rule them all #spice writes #imagines

[hopelesshawks]

History of Us Part 34- The Calm

Summary: Once upon a time Todoroki and (y/n) were best friends. Now they haven’t spoken in years. When (y/n) is forced to transfer to UA, will she and Shoto reconnect or will their troubled past keep them apart? A childhood friends to enemies to lovers hybrid fic.

If you don’t want to see History of Us content blacklist #hopelesshou

Warning for depiction of physical abuse

Masterlist Kofi

“Shoto! You’re out of your room!” Fuyumi perks up eagerly as she spots him walking towards the front door. “Yes, I am,” Shoto replies simply, eager to get to the van he knows is waiting for him out front. “Where are you headed? Your internship with Dad is suspended until after the current investigation isn’t it?” she asks. “It is, I’m going to hang out with some of my friends,” Shoto replies. It’s technically not a lie. “Oh, well have fun and don’t stay out too late,” Fuyumi cautions. Shoto gives her a nod and then resumes his walk to the front door. He’s just opened the door and is about to step outside when Natsuo catches his shoulder. “You’re not just going to hang out with friends are you?” Natsuo asks, his eyes darting over to the waiting van. “I don’t know what you mean,” Shoto replies coolly, raising an eyebrow at his older brother. Natsuo just sighs, searching Shoto’s eyes for something before finally responding. “I hope you’re right about her and I hope you save her,” he tells his brother, before patting his shoulder once and walking away. Shoto watches his brother go, appreciative of the well wishes, until Bakugo lays angrily on the horn to tell him to hurry up. Shoto steels himself and then rushes out to the van to join his friends. He has a mission to accomplish after all.

The minute he’s in the van Bakugo floors it to the location Tamaki had sent Kirishima. The plan is relatively simple. Get in, find you, get out, all as stealthily as possible. The compound isn’t far from a commercial area so they park there and walk over so if caught they can say they heard the fighting and decided to jump in to help. The idea is that if they can get you out they can then get you to help the heroes catch your father and expose the coercion that entrapped you in the first place. Hopefully doing so will be sufficient to clear your name. Tamaki texts Kirishima once the pros begin approaching the building. All that’s left is to wait.

You sit on the floor of the lounge dicking around on your phone, music playing from a portable speaker Dabi had stolen the other day. You wouldn’t call you and Dabi friends by any stretch of the imagination but the two of you had established a routine of entertaining each other in the lounge or simply doing your own thing in the same general vicinity. Today is no different. He sits across the way and while neither of you has any intention of engaging with the other it’s still kind of nice to not be entirely alone and Dabi’s taste in music is better than pretty much everything else about him. You don’t notice at first when your father storms into the room, you only notice him when he wrenches your phone from your hands. “Hey, what-“ before you can even finish your question his fist is slamming into your face with enough force to knock you over. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair. It feels like some kind of sick irony that he grabs the white half, having made you rinse out the dye shortly after you’d declared your loyalty. He yanks you up just enough to get in your face, his eyes burning with a lethal rage. “Why are there heroes outside our door?” he sneers. “I don’t know,” you tell him earnestly but that only makes him growl as he slams your head against the ground. “Don’t lie to me,” he threatens. “I’m not! I swear!” you cry out.

Your father releases your hair unceremoniously before standing back up, kicking you hard in the side, and then scrolling through your phone. You groan and curl up instinctively to protect yourself, your still bruised ribs not appreciating the abuse. You brace yourself for another hit but it never comes. Your father squats back down next to you and reaches his hand out. You flinch but he just reaches out to stroke over your hair gently, shushing you as he sets your phone down carefully next to you. “I’m sorry my darling, I thought you’d betrayed me for those pesky heroes. I’m glad you’ve stayed loyal,” he tells you. “Heal yourself up and prepare to protect our home,” he tells you before rising again and leaving the room. You gingerly push back up to a sitting position, your vision swims so you close your eyes and try to breathe through it. You picture you and Shoto’s first kiss and hate that the feelings it invoked in you feel distant now. It’s not much, your quirk activating only faintly, but it’s enough to make sure you’re not concussed since you’re apparently about to head into battle.

When you open your eyes you’re surprised to find Dabi squatting in front of you, eyes trained on where your head hit the ground. “The bleeding hasn’t stopped,” he notes. “I noticed,” you huff. He shrugs and stands again. “I didn’t tell the heroes where we are,” you tell him. You’re not sure what reaction to expect but it’s not for a smirk to stretch across his features, tugging at the staples holding his skin together. “Oh I know,” he grins. Your eyes narrow at Dabi as you try to parse him out. “You told them,” you realize. “I didn’t tell them anything but I guess I should have been more careful making sure I wasn’t followed after our last little excursion. Oops,” he says. “Why?” “I was curious. I’m excited to see how you play this,” he explains. “I really wish you were less obsessed with me,” you groan causing Dabi to laugh as he extends a hand to help you off the floor. He doesn’t care about you. You’re pretty sure he lost the ability to care about people a long time ago. But you think this might be the closest he gets now as you take his offered hand and pull yourself off the floor. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky and my baby brother will tag along with dear old dad,” Dabi laughs as he makes his way out of the room. You take another moment to gather your bearings, head still throbbing a bit, before following Dabi out.

Something tells you this is about to be a disaster.

A/N: Dabi canonically admits he doesn’t care about/feel anything for people anymore sorry Dabi stans BUT I think he’d still have like morbid fascination with people he deems interesting and how they’d react to certain situations, which is why he was interested in seeing what would happen if (y/n)’s loyalties were called into question and immediately afterward she was put between the two sides of hero and villain.

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[closedafterdark]

Can you do Haseul or Cheng Xiao sex in a tent while having a camping or something along the line? Thank you.

“Oppa you’re joining us on the camping trip, right?”

You looked down at your phone and reread the message Ha Sooyoung sent you. Smiling, you remember the first time you met her. 

It was during your university days. You were a senior entering your final quarter in school. Being vice captain of the dance team and head of the dance club were just a few of your extracurricular activities. Ha Sooyoung was a shy freshman. You immediately took her under your wing, spending extra time after classes and your days off helping her improve her skills.

Your close friendship continued long after you and her left the university. She was after all, the one who introduced you and Heejin to each other.

“Babe, did you get a text from Sooyoung about a camping trip?” you said, looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Jeon Heejin’s brown and blonde highlighted hair was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Heejin gives you a sexily haunting stare as her thin lips are parted by your cock. You feel her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Heejin’s pace was slow, allowing the both of you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock cause you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her stare on you the entire time, smiling through her eyes as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful, but even more so whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive.

“I did. She wants us to show up to the campsite at dawn. I wanted to get dicked down all night, though.” she finally replied, blowing hot air onto your balls before taking both inside her mouth. You moaned once more as she took each one individually and released them with the same loud pop she used on your cock.

“Why don’t we do that then?” you asked. “But I think you should keep sucking my dick.”

Heejin smiled sweetly, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking you back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth. If there was one thing you knew about your girlfriend, it’s that she was always willing to sacrifice sleep if it meant you pounding her hard.

The next morning arrived early. Had it be a normal day, you and Heejin would have barely finished having sex for the night and begin the process of cuddling with one another before bed. But here you two were, 5:30 AM in a place that was meant to replicate being deep in the forest. If the particular forest happened to have wifi and public restrooms.

Heejin was not happy. Running on at most, two hours of sleep, she wore large sunglasses and a mask to cover up her bloated face. You were no better, always on the receiving end of her insatiable libido and constant sex filled marathons. Pulling up the emergency brake, you got out of the car and began unloading the items needed for the two day long camping trip. Opening up the passenger’s side door, you were greeted with Heejin crossing her arms. Even through the mask and sunglasses, you knew she was pouting at you and giving you the saddest expression ever.

“Babe, I know what you’re doing even though you’re covered up. It’s not going to work. I’m not carrying all our items and you.”

“But oppa...!”

“Come on princess, let’s have fun today.”

Heejin didn’t respond and got out of the car. You smiled at her, but were greeted by her pinching your nipple before walking to the campsite. You sighed, she really did have moments where she was a spoiled princess. The two of you unpacked your belongings and shared a simple breakfast together before Sooyoung and Yerim arrived. Both wore very casual clothing. Sooyoung wore a simple cropped tee that fully displayed her trademark abs and a pair of curve hugging jeans while Yerim wore an equally short tank top that highlighted her breasts and a pleated skirt.

You watched Sooyoung struggle to carry the heavy belongings, but before you could reach her and offer to help, Yerim dropped the few bags she was carrying and instantly ran towards you.

“Oppa!” she screamed, engulfing you in a windpipe crushing hug.

‘H-Hi, Yerim.” you managed to breath out.

Heejin got out of her folding chair and struggled to assist Sooyoung, having an unreadable expression on her face as she stared at you. You managed to find the strength to finally pry yourself free from Yerim’s death grip before finding an exhausted Sooyoung now occupying your once empty chair.

You walked towards her and sat on the adjacent chair.

“Hi, Sooyoung.” you said, greeting her warmly.

“Oh, oppa.” she said, smiling at you. “Sorry about Yerim, she was so excited when she heard you would be joining us. She stayed up all night planning how she was going to greet you after so long.”

“Unnie! Oppa, don’t believe her. She’s lying!” you heard Yerim whine from behind you two.

Sooyoung made eye contact with you and laughed, shaking her head. “Choi Yerim, what am I going to do with her.”

“Thank you for inviting me though, really. You and I have never gotten the chance to catch up like this after we graduated.” you said, taking a sip of coffee from the cafe you and Heejin passed by before arriving at the campsite.

The rest of the morning leading into the afternoon was relatively normal, with more and more camp goers arriving and the four of you catching up with each other. Yerim clung onto you the whole time. She never said anything, but you could have sworn you saw Heejin stealing glances at you the entire time while frowning.

“Okay, it’s time for tent assignments.” Sooyoung suddenly said, standing up and causing you to slightly jump from her loud voice.

“Why? It’ll just be oppa and I in one tent and you and Yerim in the other.” Heejin replied.

“I knew you’d say that, which is why I wanted to switch things up. Oppa and I share a tent, and you and Yerim share the other.”

“And why would I agree to that?” Heejin scoffed.

Sooyoung turned to you as you also raised an eyebrow in confusion. Smirking, she gives you a playful wink and subtly mouths her response for only you to notice. You’ve heard those words lately that you knew exactly what she was saying.

“It’s my turn.”

The four of you enjoyed each other’s company, having a rather normal uneventful day. Once nighttime arrived and it was time for bed, Heejin went over to you and gave you a heartwarming hug before asking for a kiss. When your lips disconnected, you found yourself longing for her, watching her thin frame enter her and Yerim’s tent. Before you could even react, Sooyoung dragged you into your own tent.

“Unnie I have to say, I think it’s pretty cool you’re okay with oppa having sex with all of us.” Yerim said as she finished applying a layer of night cream.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Heejin asked.

“I don’t know, it’s just…  I don’t think I’d be comfortable with my boyfriend sleeping around. I would fully trust him but no matter how close I am with friends, the thought of him falling in love with someone else would always weigh on my mind. But… you guys are inseparable. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Yerim gives Heejin a reassuring smile before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste and heads out of the tent to the restrooms, leaving Heejin alone to her thoughts.

“Why’d you ask for us to share a tent? We haven’t done anything like this since that hotel we shared on the field trip up north.” you said to Sooyoung.

“It’s just… you and I never get to share quality time like the old days. Especially after you and Heejin got together.”

“I really should thank you for that by the way, Sooyoung.”

“It’s no problem.” she said, smiling. “But Heejin did tell me something else.”

“And what is that?”

Sooyoung doesn’t say anything and instead makes her way towards you. You temporarily forget to breathe as your heart rate increases, anticipating her next move. She places a finger underneath your chin, tilting your gaze up towards her, a seductive smirk on her face.

“She’s shown me videos of you two. I must say, I’m starting to regret not sleeping with you during that field trip.” Sooyoung said before pushing you onto one side of the tent, straddling your lap at the same time. She rested comfortably on your thighs as she wraps her arms around your neck.

Your eyes widen as Sooyoung lowers her face closer to yours.

“Mommy won’t let this chance go to waste.”

Sooyoung bit her bottom lip as she leaned closer once more and pressed her lips against yours. Her lifts are extremely soft, and left the subtle taste of strawberries. She followed the kiss up with another, and then another. Each successive kiss clouds your sense of judgment, as you feel your defenses weakening and surrendering to her. You begin to reciprocate, the erotic lust building up inside you as the beautiful woman on your lap lets you indulge in the savory taste of her lips.

“We-we can’t do this to Heejin��” you say, breaking away from Sooyoung.

“Oh please.” Sooyoung said, another erotic smirk on her face as she kisses you once more. “Yerim and Hyejoo constantly talk about how hard you fuck them. Young girls are cute, but you need a real woman. Let mommy satisfy you.”

Sooyoung kisses you once again, using a lot more force this time. You feel your tongue reciprocating, crashing against her own. Your hands make their way from her toned and chiseled abs to her bottom, grabbing hold of her firm and smooth cheeks through her jeans. You feel her smiling as she continues kissing you. Pulling away after several minutes, you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Mommy…” you moaned out.

Sooyoung’s lips are hungry, craving the taste of yours once more. Feeling you squeeze her ass causes her to grind on your lap. Her moans echo inside your mouth with each sensation you bring to her. Her hands move from the back of your neck back to your shirt as you feel her slowly begin to undress you.

Sooyoung manages to pull your shirt up over your head before planting a rough kiss on your neck. You moaned out as she tossed your shirt away. Wanting to taste her lips once more, you were prevented from doing so as Sooyoung found the hem of your pants. Her small, soft hands reach inside and remove your pants, tossing them along with your shirt. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes widen with excitement as she sees a prominent bulge forming through your cotton boxers.

She blows a kiss up at you before grabbing your boxers and pulling the thin fabric down. Your cock is now fully exposed, the cold nighttime air feeling comfortable on your exposed skin thanks to the thin slit of the tent’s entrance.

“I knew it was big in videos but fuck… your cock is so nice.” Sooyoung said, licking her lips at the sight of your throbbing erection. Grabbing a hold of its base, she gives you a painfully slow lick all the way to its tip, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes shut.

“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned, her tongue continuing to paint long strokes on the underside of your shaft. She swirls her tongue on the tip of your cock, collecting the precum that is beginning to leak out and replacing it with a generous amount of spit she collected from her mouth. She uses her tongue to expertly spread the fluid across your cock. You watched as your long time friend meticulously applied her spit across every inch of your shaft. Your cock is now glistening thanks to the portable light that is inside the tent. She grabs your shaft with her small hand and uses it to slowly begin stroking you.

Your eyes remain shut as you feel her apply several techniques such as counter rotating her grip on your cock and smooth up and done strokes. Her hands work your cock with ease, thanks to the copious amount of spit she applied onto it. Your moans continue to grow in length as Sooyoung makes you feel good.

“You like when mommy strokes you, baby?” she asked.

“Fuck…”

“Well, you’re going to love this.”

You moaned loudly as Sooyoung’s lips wrap around your cock, her warm and wet mouth coupled with the extremely tight grip her lips and hand have on your shaft causes your senses to run wild. She begins by only sucking the top half of your cock, never going past just a few inches from your tip. Combining that with stroking your shaft and the erotic gaze she has on you is already too much. Sooyoung is amused by your constant moans and seeing you tilt your head back in satisfaction.

The two of you are momentarily startled as you hear something loud next to you.

“Mommy… what is that?” you asked, a bit alarmed at how fast you have grown to accept Sooyoung’s self-assigned nickname.

Sooyoung begins taking more of you into her mouth as her hands grip onto your thighs. She takes you in her mouth and increases the speed at which she is sucking your cock, taking you deeper inside. You opened your eyes to find her bob her head, effortlessly deepthroating you. The tight seal her lips have around your shaft heightens the experience as your tip hits the back of her throat. Her tongue continues to drag up and down the underside of your shaft, leaving you in a constant state of euphoric bliss.

“It’s nothing, probably just Heejin snoring or something. Focus on mommy, baby.” she said before focusing her attention back onto your cock and guiding your hand to the back of her head. You brush aside her hair and gently caress the back of her head to guide her movements as Sooyoung smiles with your cock inside her mouth. You somehow managed to find the energy to stand up as you place both hands on her head and begin to fuck her mouth. Sooyoung’s bobbing motions become more forceful, the back of her throat repeatedly being stricken as you continuously push the back of her head down your crotch. Tears begin to spill from her eyes as you force her to take every inch of your cock. Repeating this several times, you finally hold her head down, hearing her gag as her nails dig deeply into your thighs. The ecstasy of having Sooyoung’s warm and wet mouth full of your cock is a wonderful feeling.

Sooyoung taps at your thigh, wanting you to release your hold on her. Quickly retreating from your cock, she gasps for air. Spit begins to seep down her lips and chin, landing back down onto your shaft which in turn is beginning to drip down onto the tent’s floor. She gives you the naughtiest smile ever, licking her lips in satisfaction before spitting on your cock once more. You have gotten head from Heejin and several of her friends, but this could be one of the best as well as the messiest you have received.

Your heart races once more as Sooyoung stands up and quickly removes her crop top and jeans.

“Holy fuck…”

Sooyoung had a wonderful figure. A nice hourglass shape that showed off her definite abdomen and flat stomach, hips that complemented beautifully sculpted thighs, and a pair of perky, yet comfortably sized breasts. This, combined with Sooyoung’s milky white skin, straight chestnut brown hair that gracefully fell down her shoulders, large, sharp piercing gaze and her beautiful smile  left you in complete disbelief that you never noticed how truly beautiful she was during your university days.

“You like mommy’s body don’t you, baby?” Sooyoung asked, earning a simple nod as a response from you. She makes her way back onto your lap, sitting just in front of your throbbing cock. She could feel you poking the back of her butt. Running her thumbs across your cheeks, sweetly she plants another tender kiss on your lips.

“You should’ve slept with me in college. I practically threw myself at you. I joined the dance club because I knew you were in it.” she said shyly in between kisses.

“But right now, mommy wants to ride your cock.”

You placed your hands on Sooyoung’s deadly hips, earning you another soft kiss. She places one hand on your chest while the other reaches down and finds your cock, positioning it so that it is underneath her. Sooyoung slowly lowers herself onto you, both of you letting out a loud moan as you enter her for the very first time.

“Fuck, baby…” Sooyoung moaned as her mouth opened while her eyes closed. Her pussy was tight, which was to be expected given her figure. But you didn’t expect it to be this tight. Both of you begin to breathe heavily as she continues to lower herself onto your cock. Your eyes roll back into your head as you marvel at the warm and tightness of Sooyoung’s pussy. She kisses you once more in order to allow the both of you to compose yourselves before placing both hands on your chest as she slowly lifts herself up before returning back down. The both of you appreciate how tight she is as her walls grip onto your cock and squeeze them. Sooyoung in particular relishes in the feeling of your cock parting her tight lips and filling her up.

She soon establishes a comfortable rhythm, increasing her pace gradually as her hips move forwards and backwards. She begins riding your cock faster with each bounce of her body. Your hands leave her hips in order to return back onto her ass. You savored how soft her skin felt, squeezing her supple cheeks before giving them a slap. Sooyoung let out a moan, laughing as you two made eye contact. The glint in her eyes let you know she was being turned on, which was also evident from your cock becoming even more wet. You continued smacking her ass, increasing in force with each one. Her moans grew louder, soon becoming high pitched screams. You feel her body shudder from how tender her ass has become.

Your hands eventually find their way to her stomach. You trace the definition of her abdomen, clear evidence that she has put in a lot of time at the gym. You were certain you could feel your cock inside her through her chiseled abs. Next, you moved on to her chest. While certainly much smaller than Hyejoo and Yerim, her breasts fit perfectly in your hands. You gave each multiple squeezes as you felt how soft they were. Pinching her nipples, Sooyoung moaned as she continued riding you.

Stimulating her upper body motivates Sooyoung’s lower body, as she increases her pace and rides your cock even faster. You feel her slamming down against you, her soft ass hitting your thighs with each bounce. Your hands returned back onto her hips as you caressed her sweat misted skin.

“Mommy wants to ride you all night.”

Sooyoung kissed you, biting onto your lower lip and holding on as she gently pulled on it. She grabbed your hands and placed them back onto her tits. You loved the feeling of being inside her, every sensation coursed through your veins. You wanted nothing more than to be used by her.

Sooyoung rode you with such force that you were sure all the other neighboring tents knew what was going on inside yours.

“I hope Sooyoung unnie doesn’t break him. He hasn’t fucked me in months.” Yerim said to herself softly as she heard the moans coming from your tent.

Sooyoung’s juices flowed vigorously out of her pussy as she continued riding you.

“Mommy’s going to cum, baby.” she managed to say.

You bit her nipple and that was all it took to trigger her orgasm. She entered a slightly euphoric trance as her pussy tightened on your cock and her body violently shook. Enough juices were released that you were almost pushed out of her. She enthusiastically bounced her hips on your cock as she rode out her high.

“Fuck, that was incredible.” Sooyoung said, breathing heavily. “But now it’s your turn, baby. Cum for mommy.” she said, riding you slowly as she interlocked your fingers with her own.

“Cum inside me.”

She used the little strength she had left to slam herself back down onto your cock. Sooyoung wanted to drain you, makeup for all the years lost that you weren’t inside her. Her hair was a disheveled, sweaty mess. The once thin layer of perspiration on her body were now beads that were constantly dripping. And the feeling of her breasts bouncing along with her ass smacking against your skin made her look even more appetizing than she already was. You wanted to finish inside her mouth, but would never turn down a request to cum inside a woman.

And so you laid there as Sooyoung rode your cock without a care for your feelings, her sweaty thighs that slapped against your own. The pleasure inside both of your abdomens rapidly grows.

“Mommy’s going to make me cum.” you cried as Sooyoung’s eyes lit up in satisfaction. She let out a moan with each bounce up and down your cock. Her lust filled eyes begging for you to finish inside her.

“Cum for mommy.” she said. You groaned loudly as you thrusted inside her in rapid succession before your cock throbbed, Sooyoung knowing this as she slammed her body onto you several more times until she took all of you inside her. The both of you let out a satisfied moan as you both feel your cock filling up her tight pussy and draining your heavy balls.

“Oh, baby… That’s it. Fill mommy’s pussy up with your hot, thick cum.” she said, kissing your forehead, nose, and both cheeks before capturing your lips once more. You were a bit uneasy, since it seemed like Sooyoung wanted to keep riding your cock. And while you wouldn’t have minded that, you were still sensitive from the intense orgasm.

Both of you spent a few moments resting - your chests heaving as you gave each other long, satisfied kisses. Sooyoung gingerly removed her body from your cock, each inch glistening from her juices. You both watched as your load began to leak out and coat her flushed thighs. Her bright pink freshly fucked pussy lips looked so beautiful. You were sure she was going to let you taste them eventually.

Tracing your cum that was leaking out, Sooyoung took it onto one of her fingertips and put it in her mouth. She let out a satisfied hum afterwards.

“Fuck, you taste good. Mommy better taste your next load.”

The two of you were exhausted, passing out shortly after as she snuggled into your chest.

The next morning, you exited the tent with Sooyoung clinging onto your arm. You were greeted by Yerim who had a warm smile for you, as she made an okay sign to Sooyoung and winked at her. Heejin returned to your campsite carrying bottles of water, wearing your hoodie you gave to her on your very first date. A sad expression was seen in her eyes as she saw you smiling while being held by Sooyoung. The happy feeling you have soon fades as you thought about your girlfriend.

Perhaps Heejin wanting to have sex the entire night so that you two would be too tired to go was her way of saying she didn’t feel comfortable about this trip. Perhaps you are overthinking things and it’s just Heejin being her sex addicted self. You always told yourself you only loved Heejin. 

But the thought of having missed out on a relationship with Sooyoung in university and the natural chemistry with Hyejoo and Yerim began to manifest itself inside your mind.

#asks #loona #loona smut #ha sooyoung

[elenamiria]

Boyfriend

Javier Peña x Reader You have the hots for Javier, not that you’re planning on telling him that. After a mission gone wrong things heat up between you two. Though it is unclear to the both of you what any of this means.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing, Injury (minor), slighty angsty end, fem!reader, Smut - unprotected sex, car sex, creampie Read  Part 2   &   Part 3  Here Based on the song Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

I’d say this is an idiots to lovers situation, only they’re doing it while still being idiots. I’d like to blame this entirely on @absurdthirst​ and @corrupt-fvcker​ without whom I’d never discovered how absolutely h*rny for Pedro I am. Go check out their stuff if you haven’t, you will not be sorry (it’s all absolutely amazing). I hope you all enjoy! Tags (tagging my normal peeps but if this isn’t your jam since it’s not star wars feel free to ignore!): @fishswimbetterunderwater​ @blxwjobsforclones​ @lynnie51​ (If you’d like to be added to the taglist, for this work or all works, just let me know in either a comment, message or ask!)

The first time you and Javier Peña fucked was after a rather intense chase. You had been tailing a sicario, figuring out of your trio you’d be the most inconspicuous, however something spooked him and he took off. You weren’t about to let him slip through your fingers so naturally you sprinted after him as Steve and Javier jumped out of the car parked a little ways away, Carrillo’s men following out of another car. Javier had shouted your name but you were quick on your feet leaving them to run after you, splitting up to cover more ground. Javi found you just in time to witness you getting pistol whipped hard enough to send you to the ground.

In an instant his gun was trained on the asshole that had hit you but in a smart move the sicario took off again. Swearing Javier debated his choices before running to you and gently pulling you up. You were clutching your temple, having sensed the blow coming you moved defensively so luckily your face was spared but he had landed a solid hit right above your ear. You looked up at him, eyes blurry with involuntary tears in your eyes, and instead thanking him or saying anything nice you hissed out, “What the fuck are you doing?! Go after him!”

There was a moment of silence where he stared at you like you were stupid and you muttered “I’m fine! Just go!”

At this Javier scoffed before moving to shove you up against the brick wall behind you, a whine leaving your mouth at his harsh treatment as an annoyed exhale left his mouth. “You’re fine? What the fuck do you think would’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up? You were a few seconds away from a bullet in your head and you’re telling me that you’re fine? What were you thinking, why didn’t you wait for us?”

Javier continued his lecture but as you stared at him it faded into the background, your eyes floating up to his messed hair before trailing down to his eyes filled with anger - but behind that something else; and finally, your eyes settled on his mouth. That mouth that you had secretly thought of kissing since you got to Colombia, from the moment you started working with Steve and Javi you found had a thing for the latter, he was hot and so charismatic, not that you’d ever inflate his ego by telling him. Focusing back on your current predicament you realized the man was still talking, maybe you got hit harder than you thought. As he kept talking you knew he was right but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear him ranting any more. So you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up, kiss him.

Javi froze the moment your lips touched his, though it didn’t take long before he responded fervently. His hands pulled you closer, one on the side of your head that hadn’t gotten hit and the other grasping your low hip. This kiss grew heated almost immediately. Your tongues battled for dominance, a fight he won as his hand slipped to squeeze your ass. A moan slipped out of your mouth as you hiked your leg up to grind into him and he trailed his mouth down your throat.

The two of you were stopped before things could go any further by the crackle of Javi’s radio coming to life and Steve’s voice echoing out to let you know that he got the sicario. Javier pulled away, leaving you to collect yourself, responding that he was with you and for Steve to head back with Carillo’s men. He was going to take you to a clinic first to make sure you were actually ok. Rolling your eyes you pushed off the wall muttering that you didn’t need to go to a clinic. Javier sent you an sharp look as he gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to look at your injury - when he gently touched it your sharp inhale and the blood on his fingers was enough for you to know that you would in fact be going to a clinic.

After the clinic the car ride to the station was tense, the silence that stretched between the two of you near unbearable. You at one point turned to him to break the silence but he looked so deep in thought you figured it best not to bother him and settled back into your seat. About halfway back Javier pulled over suddenly, shutting the car off. Turning to him confused he faced you seconds later asking, “Why did you kiss me?”

You stared back at him debating what to say. You could tell him the truth that you maybe liked him but you weren’t convinced that he wouldn’t go running for the hills, which was the last thing you wanted. So, instead you went with, “I don’t know I wanted you to stop lecturing me, it wasn’t anything.”

You regretted your words immediately as his face flashed with what looked like hurt. So you quickly added, “not that I wouldn’t mind doing it again...” not wanting to wreck any chance you had before anything could even happen.

Javi stared at you for a moment longer, jaw clenching, before a low guttural growl left his throat and suddenly your lips were connected again. Just as it had before the kiss burned hot, fireworks shooting off in your head, but you pulled back. Javier’s confused face lit up in understanding as you frantically tore off your seat belt and he followed suit. You clambered out of your seat to straddle Javier, it wasn’t the most comfortable position but you hardly cared when you could feel his hardening cock through your quickly dampening panties. Suddenly grateful that you had chosen to wear a dress to blend in instead of your usual business attire. You resumed your passionate kiss as you swiveled your hips against his, grinding down on his noticeable bulge. His hands trailed up to grope at your breasts and at your breathy moans Javi pulled away, panting slightly. His beautiful brown eyes met yours, both pairs swirling with lust, and he turned his attention to your neck as he groaned out, “Cariño, please let me fuck you, please.”

You enthusiastically replied ‘please, Javi yes!’, your hands flying to his jeans rapidly undoing his belt you lifted your hips slightly so you could free his hard cock. As he sprung free you pumped his length a few times, moaning when you felt how long and thick he was, and with your thumb spread precum around his tip. Javier groaned, his hand came down to rub at your clit over your underwear, a growl leaving his throat as he felt your soaked slit through the flimsy material.

“So wet for me cariño” he purred against your lips, mustache tickling slightly but you were distracted by him tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. Whining you kissed him hard before pushing his hand away so you could pull your panties to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. As you lined him up, teasingly rubbing against his tip, he grabbed your waist and broke apart from your heated kiss. As he started to ask you if you were sure you sank down onto his cock. Both of you moaned in sync as your velvet walls enclosed his length. He was just the right size to stretch you pleasantly and your hips pressed firmly against his as he bottomed out in you.

Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, at the feeling of being so deliciously filled. Javi took a second to regain his breath as the tight grip your walls had around his throbbing cock made him want to pound up into you until you came more times than you could count and you begged him to stop. He swore he had never fucked anyone who felt like they’d were made for him, yet here you were fitting him like a glove. Tentatively he shifted his hips and when you moaned beautifully his hand came to tightly grip your hips. Leaning forward slightly you pressed your hands on his shoulders and started to raise your hips up and down. The feeling of Javier’s cock sliding in and out of your tight little hole caused more slickness to leak out of you, coating him on each stroke.

Javi started bucking up into you, using his hands to raise you and slam you onto his cock every time his hips raised. You were so wet he bounced you on his lap easily, moans flowing freely from your mouth as pleasure shot through your whole body, his attention was drawn to your chest as your tits shook with every move. His head swung down to mouth at them over your dress, gently nipping whenever he caught your hardened nipple through your bra. One of your hands moved to finger at your clit desperately but your hand was quickly batted away and replaced by Javier’s skilled fingers. As he pressed and swirled around your clit you could feel your climax rapidly approaching, pleasure causing you to grip his shoulders tightly - nails digging in.

You moaned his name out desperately and sensing you were close his other hand slid around to hold your lower back as he adjusted so he could lift his hips up slightly. From this angle he truly took control fucking into you with a greater ferocity, obscene noises filled the car as your drenched cunt was absolutely ravaged. All you could do was hold on as Javier fucked you like his life depended on it, you had never been fucked like this before where the only thoughts in your head were of his cock and how it felt pounding into you. His fingers pinched at your clit at the same time as he sucked on a soft spot on your neck and you came undone. Your walls clenched him like a vice and a wild scream of ‘Oh, Javi, fuck!’ left your mouth as your face morphed in pleasure.

He continued to work you through your orgasm as he desperately chased his own release. As you came back to earth you brought your face to his kissing him passionately. As your tongues tangled your hands slid into his hair tugging slightly. He moaned into your mouth and slid back into the seat allowing you to take slight control. You continued to bounce on his rigid length then as you slid his length in you and your hips met his you changed it up rocking back and forth while keeping his cock seated deep within you. You nipped at his neck before tugging at his earlobe with your teeth, whispering, “Cum for me Javi. I want you to cum inside me, please give it to me Javier”

You felt his jaw clench against your neck as his hands flew to pull you as close as possible. One hand spanning over your back and burying in the hair at the back of your head and the other around your waist to keep you firmly pressed onto his cock. His hips bucked once, twice and then his cum was painting your walls, his breath stuttered as his hips weakly ground against yours while he spurted into you. You couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped your lips as you felt him fill your cunt, walls clenching around him as your hips twitched against his as he rode out his orgasm.

You nuzzled into his neck as he held you and you slowly nipped up his neck until you could place a sweet kiss at the corner of his lips. He groaned, eyes closed and his head tilted back, at his blissed our expression you couldn’t help but let a dopey smile cross your face until it was wiped clean off at his words. After a deep exhale he stated, “We should get back before Steve starts to worry.”

You fixed your face into cold neutrality before he opened his eyes, though you couldn’t deny the harsh sting of his words but why had you expected any different when you had just told him that your shared kiss didn’t mean anything. You clambered off him and back into your seat as quickly as possible, adjusting your panties to cover you again and hoping his cum wouldn’t leak out Into the car. Javi adjusted himself and looked at you with a soft expression but just like you had adjusted his face to his typical neutral expression as he restarted the car, thankful that the road you two were parked on was deserted. Awkwardly clearing his throat he started the drive back to the station, knuckles white from his tight grip on the wheel wondering if he had royally fucked up with you. You stared out the window for the rest of the ride leaving Javier to assume you had just wanted a quick fuck and nothing more, though he couldn’t help the glances he sent your way hoping you would look at him just once - anything to assure him that this meant something to you.

When you got to the station and got out of the car you could feel your mixed cum leaking out of your thoroughly fucked pussy, exhaling you hoped it wasn’t obvious how wobbly your legs were feeling. If Steve noticed the obvious awkward air between you and Javi he didn’t say anything. And you told yourself that you would forget about it, even though every time you thought of his words your heart sank, after all it wasn’t like Javier was your boyfriend.

#javier peña #Javier peña x Reader #narcos fanfic #Javier peña smut #narcos smut #javier pena x reader

[bonjour-rainycity]

The Siren

Requested by @lifm06: Jasper x Reader where the reader is a siren and Jasper’s supernatural mate, but she doesn’t want to hurt Alice after seeing them kiss. So she runs away and a rogue vampire turns her and Jasper finds her collapsed on the floor during the process. After waking up, she gets hungry for real food and this confuses the Cullens and they find out she only half-transformed but still gets all the same cool powers and stuff.

A/n Hey there, thanks for the request! For the purposes of this story, I messed with canon. Alice and Jasper aren’t married — he’s new to the Cullen family (like within a year or two) and is currently dating Alice, seeing if they’re a good fit. Also, I’ve vaguely set this one at a university, hope that’s alright!

Pairing: Jasper X Female Reader

Disclaimer: I am not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word count: 2418

Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence

“And aside from your book selections, no homework over the weekend.” The professor grins conspiratorially at the rejuvenated atmosphere in the classroom. “You’re welcome. Enjoy Homecoming.”

Gathering my items, I exit the classroom quickly, hoping to make it to my car before anyone can flag me down. It’s been a long, stressful day, and I want nothing more than to go home and relax in a wonderfully hot bath.

“Hey, Y/n!” A high-pitched voice chirps from below my ear and a cold, skinny arm wraps around my elbow.

“Alice,” I beam, unable to be annoyed at one of my favorite friends.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

I grimace, quickly searching for an excuse.

She squints, frustration etching lines into her usually-smooth face. As I decide on and then discard various reasons for my absence at the Homecoming party tonight, staticky visions fly through her mind, just hazy enough to prevent her from interpreting them.

She doesn’t know I know she’s struggling to see my future. She doesn’t know I know she has visions, or that Edward can’t read my mind, or that she and her family are vampires.

She doesn’t know that I’m not human.

My supernatural attributes are even more subtle than vampire’s. I look and act and feel and die just like a human, but something is off. Something is different. When I argue with someone, they agree with me. When I ask for a lower price, it’s given. When I sing, people have no choice but to follow, even if I were leading them to their death.

My voice holds all my power.

Although Alice and I are both not human, I haven’t convinced myself to tell her that I’m a siren and that I know she’s a vampire. I would, really, if not for one terrible, awful, life-ruining fact.

I’m in love with her boyfriend.

From the minute Jasper walked into the lecture hall, I knew he was it. I felt the call of the heart, the soul, the sea, whatever, because I felt it all. I felt it so strongly, I thought I might collapse under the force of it.

And he walked past my seat like I was nothing to him.

Crushing as that was, after some research, I began to understand it better. I come from a long line of sirens, so I have the benefit of being aware of other supernatural beings. To the Cullens though, I must appear to be nothing more than a Shield -- capable of blocking their powers, but a human still. There’s no way for Jasper to know my feelings, because we operate on different wavelengths. And because vampires live forever, they can take their time forming connections — it’s not immediate like it is for sirens.

So I resolved to be patient. Over the course of months, Jasper and I developed a close friendship, teetering on the edge of something more. It was thrilling, wonderful, and painful all at once.

And then, four months ago, my best friend Alice confided in me that she and Jasper had gotten together.

It had nearly broken me. And while I love Alice like a sister and would never interfere with her happiness, I also don’t want to put myself in a position where I might see her and Jasper together.

Hence my hesitance to attend the party tonight.

“I really do have a lot of homework—”

“Y/n please, half the school will be there,” she whines, tugging on my arm impatiently.

That’s true…half the school will be there…I can have a fun night and never have to see her and Jasper together. So without much more of a fight, I agree.

{***}

The party is loud and wild and messy and fun. I dance with friends and strangers alike, celebrating the success of our football team and the new school year. The gathering is much too big to be held indoors, so we dance in the moonlight, in a large clearing not too far into the forest. I’m never alone — someone always seeks me out. It’s an unintended side-effect of being a siren, one that, even after many years, I still don’t feel accustomed to.

One of my acquaintances, Cleo, pulls me to the side for another drink, and towards the entrance of the clearing, I see them.

Jasper, the one I am meant to be with, holds my best friend Alice tightly against him, kissing her fiercely.

Pain pierces deep in my stomach and I drop my cup, fighting back tears.

“I—I have to go.”

Cleo calls after me, but I’m already gone, running through the sea of people in the opposite direction, into the woods.

{***}

The moon is much higher in the sky when I finally stop running. Panting, I sink to the ground, not sure if I’m gasping from exertion or my sobs. When I go to wipe my eyes, I notice the blood on my arms. I must’ve run through brambles or thorn bushes, but I have no real memory of it.

The only thing I can remember is seeing my love with someone else.

“Why are you crying?”

I whip my head up, expecting to have been alone.

A few yards in front of me stands a man possessing the type of beauty only afforded to the supernatural.

And his eyes shine bright red.

Oh no.

“N-nothing,” I stutter, fear momentarily pushing the emotional pain to the side. “I was just taking a break from a party, but I should be getting back now.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, taking slow steps forward. “The revelry can be heard for miles — I will admit that I have been waiting for one to isolate themselves. The woods are dark and dangerous and when you mix in alcohol well…disappearances can be better-explained.”

I swallow at his menacing words, pushing myself up to my feet.

Before I can make any further movement, the man comes behind me, holding me in a vice-like grip. “Fear not, young one,” he purrs, stroking his nose along my neck. “I shall be quick.”

Resolve settles within me, and I remember who I am. I am a siren, and my voice is my power!

“You will not kill me,” I declare in the sweetest, most enchanting voice possible.

I feel him physically weaken at my words, but I waited too long to speak.

His teeth are already sinking into my skin.

White-hot pain, more horrible than anything I’ve ever experienced, rips through my body and, with a shriek of agony, I fall to the ground.

The vampire looks upon me with a mixture of regret and pity. “I will not kill you,” he murmurs, still caught under the force of my words.

And with that, he flees, disappearing into the night.

I don’t know how long I writhe on the ground, begging, screaming for someone to help me, to make the pain stop.

But it only spreads.

After what seems like an eternity, the pain covers my entire body, and my vision goes black.

{***}

“Y/n?”

Though the pain, an angelic voice floats to my ears.

I try to respond, to reach towards it, but all I can manage is a scream.

“Oh my God,” the angel breathes, horror apparent in his voice.

Is he in pain too?! Has the fire reached my beloved?!

I begin to panic, trying to claw through the pain to get to him.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright,” the voice soothes, pulling me into an embrace that feels like home.

He’s silent for a moment, cradling my head in his hand, and then he speaks again.

“This is the first time I’ve been able to feel what you feel…” His voice sounds breathy, dazed, and I try to open my eyes, without success.

As much as I want to stay here with him, to be cognizant of his touch, his voice, the pain is too strong, and I sink into its clutches once more.

{***}

When the pain finally recedes from my body, I open new eyes.

The world around me has changed too, it seems. Everything is sharper, clearer, louder, more intense.

And when I look down and see Jasper holding my hand, I realize that my feelings for him have intensified, too. Somehow, I love him even more than I previously thought possible.

He nods, gripping my hand tighter. “I feel it too.”

“Y/n.” A soft voice to my right requests my attention, and I reluctantly turn my gaze from my beloved’s topaz eyes to greet those of Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He offers me a hesitant smile, clearly trying to make himself seem non-threatening. “I’m glad to see you awake and out of pain. How are you feeling?”

I shrug, at a loss for how to describe it all. I still feel like me, yes, but I feel….more. I feel the input of heightened senses and the resilient nature of my new body. “Different,” I decide, knowing that word will have to do it for now. “Where am I?”

“At our home,” a voice answers from behind me, and I jump off the bed, having previously been unaware of this third guest.

Edward Cullen stands there, hands raised in the universal show of surrender. “I’m sorry, I should’ve made my presence known. You can relax now, no harm will come to you here.”

It’s then that I notice that, in the mere span of half a second, I have thrown myself from the bed and into a defensive position, baring my teeth.

It’s Edward, I remind myself. You know him, he’s nice. Calm down.

I force myself to relax. 

An intrigued look crosses his face. “I’d never been able to read your mind before today. I guess that’s an effect of the transformation.”

Transformation…meaning…

“I’m a vampire,” I realize, hands flying to my too-smooth skin.

“Yes,” Jasper breathes, placing a light hand on my arm. “I found you in the woods a few days ago, I’m sorry…I couldn’t stop it.”

He turns to face me then, regret plain in his features. I shake my head, wanting badly to stop his sadness. “No, it’s okay, I…well the pain wasn’t ideal, but that’s done now. I do wonder how this will fit with my other abilities, though…”

Carlisle furrows a curious eyebrow. “Your other abilities?”

“You’re a siren,” Edward gasps, pulling the thought from my head. “Or at least, you were…we’ll have to get Alice, see if she can see anything of your future. That might help us figure some things out.”

Alice. I glance to Jasper at my side, then quickly look away. I shouldn’t be this close to him. “Where is Alice?” Surely she would want to be here, as my best friend?

Edward shakes his head slowly, looking conflicted. “She wanted to be here, but she needed some time to herself. She—” he clears his throat, looking to Jasper for help.

Jasper squeezes my hand in his, prompting me to look at him. “When you changed, so did my future. It shifted and, well, didn’t include her in the way it might’ve before.”

Oh.

Oh!

Oh wow, I feel awful.

“Don’t,” Edward and Jasper protest at the same time.

“She’ll be alright,” Carlisle confirms, offering me an encouraging smile. “She has a world of other possibilities open to her, and she knows it. She’ll be back in a few weeks at most. And until then, we need to teach you how to be a vampire.”

I smile weakly, a twinge of discomfort in my stomach making itself known. “Can it wait until after dinner? I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”

“Of course,” Carlisle nods, indicating to the nearby window. “If you follow us to the forest, we will teach you how to hunt.”

“Um—” I hesitate. “Won’t that take a while? I can smell the meat in the fridge now, could we just make that and go hunting tomorrow?”

I’m met with three sets of hopelessly confused eyes.

“You…want human food?” Jasper tilts his head, uncomprehending.

I stare at him, equally questioning. “Yes? Oh—” Realization hits me. “I should want blood, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” Carlisle nods, studying me closely. “You say you are a siren? Perhaps that stopped the full transformation from taking effect somehow.”

Worry pools within me. Am I not a proper vampire?

Edward shakes his head, knowing my thoughts. “No, you seem to be like us on the surface — you just don’t have the desire for blood. We should explore more in-depth though. For example, what of your lifespan? Will it be indefinite, or limited to the constraints of a human or a siren? Are you as strong as us, or are you holding on to human traits that make you weaker?”

Jasper senses my rising anxiety and places a hand on my shoulder. “There is certainly a lot to discuss, but we should do it after you eat.”

We go downstairs and Esme, one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, welcomes me with open arms and does her best to prepare the food she has on hand. I help a little, having been mortal the most recently.

After dinner, I meet the rest of the family, and they all join us outside for tests of my new abilities.

{***}

Nearly two days later, we’ve determined that I am a vampire.

Just not all the way.

It seems the siren in me stopped the full transformation from taking place, and I occupy a sort of half-state.

I am fast and strong, though not as much as my full-vampire counterparts. My senses are better than a human’s and almost as good as a vampire’s. My skin is just as hard and cold as a vampire’s. My eyes are currently red, though Carlisle thinks they will turn back to my usual color once my human blood fades from my system, providing I abstain from blood of any sort.

Perhaps the most interesting, is that my voice, already strong before my transformation, has only grown in power. I can bring Emmett—one of the strongest vampires we know of—to the ground with just a few words. It’s all very interesting.

The only matter we have yet to resolve is my life-span.

None of us know how long I will live.

My emotions tell Jasper where my thoughts lie. “We’ll figure it out,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I sigh, leaning back against his chest and enjoying his embrace. Because whatever time I have with him, I intend to soak it up for all it’s worth.

A/n Thanks for reading! If you have a moment, check out my masterlist :)

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[aesthbaby]

You’re Not Alone

Summary: Angst story where Reader and Emily make a discovery after getting into an argument

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x reader (no gender is identified but it is stated that the reader is lgbtq+ and with Emily)

Request: @millipop18 this one

Warnings: Cursing | Arguments | Talk of homophobia

Wordcount: 1.5K

Masterlist

64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.

67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“No, I don’t think that.” You’re defensive, and rightfully so. You fucked up and the evidence is written all over Emily’s face, you didn’t mean to hurt her. She damn near snapped on the spot right after you said it. You tried to defend yourself but of course Emily has a point, she always has a point.

“Why did you say that?” She doesn’t sound angry, she kind of sounds hurt.

“I said it without thinking, I didn’t mean it like that.” You and Em randomly decided you wanted to get tacos from the new place down the block after work. Everything was going fine until you ran into Matt Simmons and one of his kids. No idea which one it was, he has a shit ton.

“Well,” She trails quietly. “Did you mean it?” She stops what she’s doing and turns around to face you. Her dark eyes are pouring into your soul and its actually really intimidating to see. “Did you?” She repeats when you don’t answer.

“Did I what?” You’re distracted, you knew you shouldn’t have said that in front of her. Or at all for that matter of fact because it was so unlike you.

She puts down her phone and stiffens her expression. “Did you mean what you said?” Your mouth opens and closes without anything coming out. She scuffs and brushes past you; hitting your shoulder in the process. Shit y/n think! You stand there for a second, fidgeting with your fingers, and trying to find the right words. “Its a simple question, really.” She’s wearing her monotone voice and clenching her jaw.

“No...” You whisper like you’re afraid of your own voice.

Your girlfriend sits on the bench and moves to take her shoes off. “Y/n,” She spits your name out like gum, effectively getting your attention. “When Matt asked me who you were, you interrupted me and said...” She looks to you to finish her sentence but you stay quiet. “Of course.” She mumbles. “You told him, and I quote, “I’m just an old friend visiting the city.” Emily never really “yells” at you but its pretty obvious when she wants to. “What was that?” Her voice is rising. “Friend?!” Her eyes lock on you like prey and this is when you notice her anger is replaced by glistening tears. They’re barely there and Emily wouldn’t dare let them fall. As quick as you notice them, they’re gone again. Emily Prentiss does not cry.

“Em...I-” You’re anxiously clinching the collar of your shirt while trying to get the words out.

“You told him you were my friend...” She looks back down in defeat and it breaks your heart a little. You hear her sniffle and it just adds to the sadness building in your heart. When she looks at you again, her eyes are clear and her face is basically emotionless.

“Emily, baby, I am so sorry.” You sit beside her and gently lay your hand on hers.

She turns to you and asks, “Why?” That’s all she says.

Excuse me? Is what you wanted to say out of sheer shock. Obviously you said this instead: “I don’t know, Em. It just came out.”

“Right,” She nods to herself and then stands in front of you. “Y/n you and I both know this is very unlike you. I mean you’ve hesitated before when it came to telling people we’re dating but I-”

“Woah, when have I ever hesitated to tell people we were dating?” That one really threw you for a loop.

And she looks surprised that you even said anything. “Point being, I can’t help you if you don’t help me.”

The word “huh” was on the tip of your lips but you pushed it back. “Em, I’m okay.” You place your hand over your heart while speaking. “You’re the one who...” Your through suddenly feels dry.

“The one who’s...what? Upset?” You almost want to nod at that but decide against it. “But I’m not the one who said we were just friends.” Why is she talking to me like a unit chief? “And despite my current feelings, I know you.”

You swallow that information like a lump in your throat. “I’m okay.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “No, you are not and I’d like to know why?” Is this what Reid feels like when the team talks to him? I feel like a child during a negotiation. Confused. You were just about to defend yourself when she spoke again. “Is this about your family?” As your expression, she moves on. “Do you not like Matt? Would you prefer it if our relationship was more private?” She pauses before asking the next one. “Is this about me?”

“What? No! Jesus Em I have nothing against you or us.” Its like the more emotional you get, the more neutral her face becomes.

“Then what is it y/n/n?” She takes your hands in hers. “What. Is. It?”

“I fucked up, I realized that as soon as I said it.”

She lets out another puff of air. “God what is up with you today? You never keep stuff from me. You’re the one who made this stupid rule about always telling the truth even if its undesirable and boring.” Gezz I didn’t think it was that bad of a rule. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“Oh here we go again with the bullshit. Don’t fucking profile me, Emily.” You stand and head to the kitchen. “Don’t open that box.” As you reach towards the refrigerator handle, her hand stops you.

“What happened?” She’s practically begging you to answer her.

You give in. “I got a call yesterday. I thought I recognized the number but when I picked up the phone the voice sounded fake. Like it was run through an app. They said I should be more careful about flaunting my sexuality.” The words spilled out so quickly you didn’t know how to stop them.

She was stunned, mouth ajar.“I had no idea. When did this happen?”

“Last night. I didn’t really care at first because I thought it was one of my old friends, exes, or something like that. It wasn’t until we were out that it felt like we were being followed. So when we saw Matt I panicked.” The apartment is filled with complete and suffocating silence. Em is looking at you like she suddenly has no idea who you are. “Em...” You take a step to her while she takes one back. “Baby...come on.” She don’t respond, or move, speak, nothing. “Talk to me Em, please.” Nothing. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

You haven’t seen her look this concerned since the time you ran smack dead into a wall in the middle of the night. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice is so quiet. 

“Because I can handle myself, I was fine up until a few hours ago. It freaked me out. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You step to her and wrap your arms around her waist. “I just couldn’t tell you.” 

“Yes, you could have. You’re not alone anymore y/n/n. You have to tell me about this stuff. You’re not the only one affected by it.”

“Shit. Babe I’m sorry I didn’t think about it like that.”

She strokes a piece of your hair near your forehead. “Its okay. I’m more upset with myself for not noticing sooner. I do this kind of stuff as a living, you’d think it come natural.”

You pull her flush against you. “I really fucked up this time.”

She laughs at that. “You did, but don’t worry. Tomorrow you will come to work with me and I’ll have my team look into it. For now,” she kisses the top of your head. “You should eat and then tap out for the night. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”

You give her a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“First we’ll have to go over that call with Garcia, consult with Reid on the wording, hire Derek as a body guard, come out to the entire team about our relationship, and of course we’ll have to get a dog.”

“I like the dog part.” As if on queue Sergio comes out of the bedroom and sits at your feet. “Sergio’s kind of boring.” Despite whispering the last part, Sergio still meows at it.

Em untangles herself from you to pick up her cat. “Y/n doesn’t mean it Serg.”

You lean in to the cat’s small ear. “Yeah I do.”

“Come on babe, lets double check the locks.” The brunette and her cat leave the kitchen to cover your ass.

When she comes back, she’s empty handed. “Where’s the feline?”

“My arms are only for you.” She opens her arms for you.

You walk into the embrace and god does it feel good. After a moment of pure bless you speak. “I’m scared, E.”

“We’re gonna be okay.” She pulls you even closer. “You’re gonna be okay.”

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[psychemeanscure]

PART 23

The sound of their heavy breaths is the only thing that can be heard behind the narrow line of flipped junk cars they found for hiding, or rather for shielding. They were able to seepage from the motorboat with the same assistance of somewhere springers. Jae who is still holding a shotgun, manage to pull out a small two-way handheld radio from its leather jacket. Hastily pushing the PTT button of it which she presumes to be connected with his co-subordinates. For she never gone wrong.

“What just the hell happened, Lee? I thought this direction was the safest, then what’s this?!”

His whispering grumbles through the other line as he was also answered promptly. “Idiot, we’ve been ghosted. Sh*t! I should have check carefully.”   

“What? What do you mean?”  

“I thought the Alcaziar tag along to that opposite side of the port, turns out he manage to split his men. He wasn’t there, so most probably… we’re doomed!”  

“Are you saying---“realizing his own thought, he can only give a knowing look to her. “F*ck! We’re already doomed, you say.”    

He was about to cut their conversation then if he wasn’t able to hear its next cursing from the other line. “F*ck, F*ck. This is f*cking shit!”      

“Why, why? What’s up?”

“Boss, is coming back. I repeat, going back to the ship! F*ck, this is crazy!”

Jae sense Lee’s inattentiveness from their radio conversion already but rather its attention was actually moved into commanding their other members. They’re in a panic mode it is for Sung Eunyoung to be alerted as well. “What did you just say?”

Snatching the handheld radio from Jae’s hold, pressuring the one from the other line which only responded her a silent gasp. “F*cking answer me, dammit!” Vigorously throwing it by the assistant’s chest, a tear starts to cascade once again.

He can only gulp his own saliva as if indirectly scolded by a boss’ wife. Much as he guesses how Lee felt like. “Go down.” For one thing they needed to do is to follow an unspoken order. ‘Guess they’ll make a great pair, indeed. Both intimidatingly scary.’ A thought he can actually imagine.

“I’m currently.”

For Lee interrupting it is the useful thing he needed. “Can I speak to boss.”

“Now, that’s the other problem.”

Left confused, he opts to query. “What?” as he can also see her incoming furrows. “It seems like he accidentally slips it from his ear. I can’t reach him no matter calling I try.”

“Sh*t! this isn’t what I’m expecting. F*ck.”

He starts contemplating. He is, for she can already see it. Eyes torn between her and the far away sight of the ship. Even the contrary silence from the other line only makes her decision clear. “Go.”

Jae was surprised hearing it from her indeed. “W-what? But boss ask me to look for you. I can’t just disobey Ms. Sung, considering the Alcaziar is probably looking for you again. “

“As much as you’re worried about him, I am as well. The backup will do for me, perhaps.”

“But---“

“I’ll give him a word for you. So no more buts and go, please. I’m also asking right now.”

Still doubting, he had no choice but to grab her request even. Clearing a throat, he speaks to the radio. “How many of us backing this area we’re in?”

“Half.”

“So, just enough.” A convincing monologue for himself before inquiring once again. “Can they spot us from here?”

“Yes.”      

Sighing, he agreed. “Alright. Radio them to guard her up. Keenly, please. I’ll be following you in a sec.”

“Copy that.”  

~

Right then Jae frantically loading the shotgun in his hands with new ones before he turns to her then. “Now, Ms. Sung. This may be a meaningless word to say but I really need you to do just one thing. Stay. Stay hiding no matter what happened please. Use this if you ever sense someone against their sight.”

Giving her the handheld radio, she can only nod. “O-okay. I will.”

Jae was about to leave then if only the idea in mind did not bother him suddenly. So he turns to her one last time, guiding her freehand to hold a silencer gun which left her baffled. “I know you still haven’t recovered from earlier, but this is the only thing I could offer as well. Just in case, miss.”  

Looking by the thing in her hand she begins to get nervous for herself. Then explosion happens. As it only gets worse for her again. Afraid that if she opens her eyes from the impact, things will be a death of her. Jae was already cursing beside her while she’s left with bulging eyes, watching the scorching fire from faraway ship. “No. No, please…”

“Ms. Sung. Don’t think anything ahead first. We will find boss, we promise. He’ll be alive.”

For there she was, being left in iceberg. Silently crying all her might from the expense of events she never dared to imagine. Not when she heard a screeching sound near her. “F*ck this. Could they have at least wait before I’m somber?”

Her whispering sarcasm for herself as she eventually wipes her halt tears, tucking the handheld radio in her coat’s bottom pocket, carefully crouching to stand up, trying to peek unnoticed while taking a fully grip to the silencer gun as if her life depends on it already.  

But before she can actually do. A hand pulled her back into hiding out from the sight of the springer backups. The stranger covered her lips by its freehand for she can only shut her eyes, muffling squeals becoming useless. She’s trap! And no one’s here to save her. She can onl---

“You’re really stubborn, aren’t you?”  

And It didn’t take a second to snap her eyes open, dismissing the hopeful thought in mind for it already came before she can ask for it. A washed Jang Taeyoung was the stranger in front of her. That the moment he let go of his hand from her lips, uttering his name is what she needed. “Jang.”

Her gaze was just too soft that anyone can’t rather handle to surrender, but not with this scoffing man whose piercing furrows lingers caused by her recent behavior. “Don’t look at me like that, woman. I’m still mad at you.”

But either or, neither happened to affect her with his words for it was ignored instead. Not knowing he’ll actually the one being effected. She hugged him. Sung Eunyoung cannot hold back anymore that snaking her hands to his neck tightly is what she wanted. He realized it. Her chin on his shoulder, she’s crying… again.

 And like a thunderbolt being strike by the rain, he gives in. Despite his prickly body, he still obliged to slouch enough to make her comfortable from tiptoeing. He was even oblivious of his action before he knew it, he was already tapping her back with care. An upkeep he had never felt ever since but her. She always does.

“I’m wet.” He managed to crack the obvious

“I’m dirty, anyway.” while she managed to chuckle from it.

Before silence takes in once again. Stroking her back this time, he utters an apology.                          

“I’m sorry.”

She only hummed. “Did I worry you that mu--- Ouch! What was that for?”

A strong smack on his back went through indeed for he needed to minimize his exclamatory grumbles when pulling away from her embrace. “Stating the obvious, yes. I really hate y---“

“Yah… W-what happened to your upper arm, uh?”

She tried to touch it which only earned a small grunt to him. Sighing for he can’t rather mock at her switching countenance caused by her worried face even. He chose to pick up the silencer gun instead. The one she dropped to embrace him.

“Just a small one. You don’t have to worry. But this? You shouldn’t be holding this, woman. Tss. Jae.”

“Don’t scol---“

“What? You’ll give a word in their behalf?”

Crunching her brows, confused. She asked. “How did you know that?”

“I was able to retrieve my earpiece so I heard it. I can also give you details of how I manage to reach here whole, interested?”  

Groaning, she ignored his bicker. Instead, she tends to watch him pulling out the handheld radio from her coat which antenna’s peeking, making him easy to recognize. “You were told to use this, but you didn’t even. Woman, really.”

“Ms. Sung! Ms. Sung, are you alright? Where are you at right now? Tell us your current situation, please.”

The bombardment radioed questions of Lee then, before Jang Taeyoung pushes the PTT button to answer. “Go back now. I’m with her.”  

“Boss!”

Acknowledging him, he responded to his men. We’re in a dark corner 6’oclock of indoor junkyard. Does the others see us from here?”

“Indoor you say, boss? We can’t. The thermal scopes have limits to get through roofs still.”

“So, it makes sense.” Scoffing, he blurts out his frustration. “Do remind me the latest next time, PLEASE.” Sighing, he proceeds to charging his next agenda. The next it did, he was on to using the earpiece again while Jae who just came back being their tail. They just learned that another set of Alcaziar’s men were actually few meters from where they’re hiding. Too close if not being planned wisely.

“Now woman, Listen. The moment Jae throws the grenade I want you to run as fast as you can by that side. See that pile of containers? Ahead of that 9’oclock, a car will be waiting to pick you up. Jae will tail you, so don’t worry. You, got me?”  

She was nodding then but her thoughts still evolved about him. He’s at it again. Risking his all. “Jang…”

He hummed. As she holds his hand tightly. “C-can… Can we just leave together, please?”

“Woman, are we back on this again? We already discussed this. Jeez, I can’t understand you.”

“So do I! --- hmp!”

“What the hell are you thinking woman?!”

His whispering scolding the moment her thunderous exclaim resonates the whole place. They supposed to be moderate to not letting the enemy sense their way but because of her surprise flare, everything becomes useless.

“Shit. Boss, they moving faster on our way.”

Jae hastily reminds the moment Lee gave him information from the ear piece he manages to acquire for his own. Piercing eyes of Jang Taeyoung stares at her with vigorous disappointment. “Instead of going with the plan, you only made us run in the pit of death, woman. I really hate you right now.”    

“Might as well die together, then.”

~

Her stern conviction that she never expected be reflected so soon. For everything happened so fast. An injured Jae, passing out on the expanse of the dirty pavements and Jang Taeyoung’s forcing body. Her troubleshooter… trying his best to stand up for her despite his shot ankle and knee, dried wounded stomach starts gushing another blood. A nowhere sniper attacks and the loss of their springer back-ups. None of their plan works that the only thing exists was the fading smoke Jae manage to throw, and most specially…

The trembling figure of her collapsing body, helplessly staring unable to think of anything but his safety. Their ill-fated fate takes in once again.

“D-don’t… Please Jang, don’t overdo yourself. Please.”

But even the sluggish shakes of her head can’t do any for Jang Taeyoung resisted to approach her still. “Jang, please! No… stop already, please.”

She was afraid, yes. That whenever he tries to move, another bullet will be fired to him. And it did. But not from the sniper she foresees, but from the Alcaziar’s bullet itself. A shot on its burned upper arm came through as his gorging scream resonates the whole place.

“Jang!!”

Her feared shout on so when the geezer was just behind her grasping her shoulders, bending to lean by her ear to whisper. “I told you, we’ll do some reenactment, right? But you slip it away from me a while ago that you just made me beastly angry, little pea. So might as well work it out today.”

Its threatening words that from bending behind her, he shifted to Jang Taeyoung’s back that as fast as she could, blocking her frigid body to shield him is what she needed from more possible attacks the latter may planning. “No, please. Stop. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him!”

Yet she was only answered by its menacing clicking of tongue. Head’s tilting with irritation, frowning brows crunching tightly. “Please, don’t hurt him.” her lenient plead, only to be pushed from her blocked body to flop on the ground, and a click on its gun’s hammer. Pointing it thoroughly to Jang Taeyoung’s back head.

“How was my hide & seek game, mi niña? You enjoyed it?”

Deepening the gun to Jang’s head. She had finally lost her composure. “No! No, please. Do---“

~

A gunshot… was heard.

Her wobbling body approaching his shaking one. Snaking her arm into his shoulders, tears streaming endlessly into her eyes as her freehand pressing his bleeding neck. She doesn’t even care anymore if she’s covered with blood as well as she searches for help. “J-Jang. Jang Taeyoung, stay with me. Stay with me, loco. Please…”

Jang Taeyoung, was just staring at her with drowsy eyes but despite of it, he still managed to look at her with such tenderness. “F-finally. M-mission accomplished. Isn’t it, volatile?”

His sort of validation she obviously knew, yet the fulfillment doesn’t absorb her well-being for she’s only worried of the man in her arms. Much for her despair when blood starts to spit in his mouth. Agape eyes resulted to panic as she shakes her head, hushing him from pushing another word. “S-stop. D-don’t say another word, please. I’m begging you.”          

Yet, he’s not following her but cupping his weakly hand onto her face instead. Even made a small chuckle as if everything about him is okay. “H-hey… I remember you told me, you will be the one hurting me but why does it feel I did it instead. D-don’t make me guilty, woman.”

He was wiping her tears by his thumb, giving her the sweetest smile he never dared to share ever since but her. He speaks. “I don’t know if am I doing it right, but I’m actually fulfilling one of your wish right now, volatile. Though I’m afraid I may not fulfill the other one.”    

“Jang please, no… D-don’t say that loco, please…”

Her continuous set of pleads as a loud call of attention coming their way. Even if it’s hard for him, he needed to force her pressing hand to pull away and give it to the unexpected savior. She was resisting, but he insisted. “Go, Sung Eunyoung.”

“I won’t f*cking leave you, loco. Please.”

“You have to.”

Her eyes start to blur from another proceeding tears, considering the bleeding on his neck begins to spread bigger. She can’t attain. Not with him in a high risk! But the savior starts to get a hold of her to stand up. And she lost it. For her wimping body can’t urge any further.

“Jang Taeyoung!!”

Then she lost him.

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